Grey was pure man. All delicious male. She couldn’t get enough.
She glanced up at him, finding his one hand pressed against the wall, his head bowed, gaze on her. “You’re so fucking sexy, Grey,” she told him, swirling her tongue over his cockhead.
Whether it was what she said or how she said it, his expression suddenly changed, becoming more serious, more feral. Not a second later, she was on her feet again and spun around, her cheek against the wall. His hand pressed against the back of her neck, then he was kissing his way down her body, and she was shivering in anticipation.
With a low growl vibrating deep into her core, he grabbed her hips, pulling them out and kicking her legs apart, spreading her wide. She gasped as his tongue suddenly licked her sex from behind. In those same moments, she heard rustling, could tell he was grabbing a condom out of his wallet. His tongue continued to slide deliciously across her hot slit, and she pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more.
She shut her eyes against the pleasure, and then she was trembling as he squeezed both her cheeks, opening her wider for his tongue. Over and over again, he licked her, readying her.
Just as her moans became higher pitched, he was there, his chest pressed against her back. With one hand on her neck, and the other on her hip, he entered her right to the hilt, filling her, pleasing her.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her eyes pinching shut against the perfection of him.
His deeper growl sounded at her back when he began pumping his hips, not slow and sensual, but hard and demanding, a claim that she read in each of his punishing thrusts. She screamed against the force building inside her, ready to blow. Though he clearly had other ideas than a quick fuck to a hard orgasm because he withdrew right as she peaked in her climax.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he murmured in her ear.
“Upstairs,” she wheezed.
He spun her around, and she met his grin seconds before she found herself tossed over his shoulder. A hard slap on her ass later, followed by his deep chuckle, he headed up the staircase and entered the small bedroom with her queen-size bed and white metal headboard.
He slid her down the heat of his body until she stood before him, and told her, “Go get your vibrator.”
She blinked. “How do you know I have a vibrator?”
One brow arched, and he repeated, “Go get your vibrator.”
She gave a soft laugh and rolled her eyes, though she moved to her closet. There, she grabbed the box on the shelf, and she reached inside. When she turned back to him, she held up the black wand vibrator, offering it to him.
“No, angel, let me watch you.”
Her breath hitched at this new game. She saw it in the way the side of his mouth arched. He was playing on her voyeuristic kink, and she fully intended to play along. Wicked heat coursed through her when she moved to her bed, sat on the edge, and turned the vibe onto a medium speed, placing it on her clit. The immediate buzz had her eyes shutting, and her breath slowly escaped her. She forced herself to look at him, and when she did, she lost her breath altogether.
Grey stood at the end of the bed, his hand around the base of his cock, keeping the condom in place, and he stroked himself. Dear God. A rapid flush of heat followed by a deep shiver stormed over her. The vibrator buzzed against her clit, tickling her into a higher pleasure, but it was him creating the blistering burn inside.
He stared at her intently with those smoky, passionate eyes, pinning her to the bed without a single hand on her body. Emotions charged the air between them, and she reached up, tugging on her nipple, needing more intensity. She moaned and shuddered, easily losing herself in the passion that shone in the depths of his eyes. But it was the small, sly smile he gave her—like he knew how much he owned her—that sent her head back, chin pointing to the ceiling, and her body shaking with her orgasm.
When she recovered and lifted her head, he gripped the base of his cock, his squared chest flexed, the lines of his six-pack more defined than ever. “You had your turn. Now I want mine. Do you want me to fuck you, Evie?”
“Yes.”
His sizzling gaze held hers. “Beg me,” he murmured.
She finally breathed again, near gasping now, seeing the promise in his eyes that he’d give her pleasures she’d never known. “Please, I want you…I need you.”
“No.” He stepped in between her spread legs, gazing at her bare breasts before looking her in the eye again. “I don’t want to hear it from your mouth…show me….” He dragged a thumb across her bottom lip, and in that second, she felt every barrier she’d ever put in place come tumbling down under the strength of his touch. She didn’t need to worry with him. She could let go.
She felt her heart soften as she leaned forward and sucked on his thumb.
His eyes flared with heady heat. “Yeah, angel, that’s what I want. Give me everything.” He grabbed her legs and pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed. But before he entered her, he reached down next to the bed for something.
When he straightened again, she noticed a couple of clothespins in his hand, clearly from the laundry basket she’d brought in earlier after drying her clothes on the line. Instantly, she went to sit up.
“Stay there,” he said, pressing a hand against her chest, keeping her on the bed. He laid the clothespins on the mattress and then took the vibrator, turning it up to the highest speed then placed it on her clit. “Hold this right here for me. Do not remove it,” he said with a smirk. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She gasped and trembled.
He glanced around her room for a moment. It became near impossible to watch him when he moved to her dresser, the pleasure nearly blinding her. Only when he returned to her did she notice he had one of her fashion scarves in his hands. She anticipated him binding her, she felt the sensation ripple across her wrist.
He surprised her, like he always seemed to do, by placing the scarf over her eyes. He tied a tight knot at the back of her head, obstructing her view. She wasn’t bathed in darkness, but it was like a curtain had been placed over her eyes, leaving only shadows visible.
Silence fell.
In those seconds, she became aware of so much more. Her heavy breathing, the sounds coming from outside, even Grey’s breathing in front of her. But more, she could feel his presence, the strength he exuded. Goose bumps rose across her flesh, the hair on her arms standing up as he slid his warm hands up her thighs.
She exhaled deeply as he leaned over her, swirling his tongue around one of her puckered nipples. She kept the vibrator against her sex, buzzing delightfully on her bundle of nerves, and she gasped when she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. When he fully entered her, she released a ravenous moan she didn’t even recognize, while he slowly shifted his hips in and out. His wet, strong mouth sealed across her other nipple, teasing the bud into a tight knot.
Then she knew why.
Soon, his mouth was gone, and she felt a squeeze on her nipple, tightening and tightening while he applied the clothespin…until she gritted her teeth against the painful pinch. Once he released the clothespin, leaving it there on her nipple, his hand came down on the vibrator, and the pleasure brought her focus there. He moved his hips faster now, working into a fast rhythm, as her other nipple endured the pinch of the clothespin.
This time, the pain never came, the buzz on her clit had her gasping and moaning and unable to think about anything else, as it began to feel like hands were touching her clit, inside her, her nipples. The thickness of his cock rammed into her, and she gripped the bed sheets, feeling so full, so taken, when suddenly she felt a sensation new to her.
His damp thumb pressed against her anus, gently applying pressure, until with a pop he slipped inside her. He kept this thumb there, and every new sensation blasted through her, leaving her mindless. The tightness on her nipples. The torturous buzzing on her clit, squeezing her eyes shut tight. His hard cock filling her up, riding her hard. And the fullness of his thumb, making her fee
l touched in ways no one ever dared to touch her before.
With a roar, she arched her back, taken higher and higher.
In that very moment, he yanked the blindfold down, placing it around her neck. She forced her eyes open, finding dominance hovering over her. Grey’s eyes were intense, his muscles flexed, as he took what was his.
That very statement echoed in the air around them as he took one of her hands and placed it on his chest, then did the same with the other. That’s when she knew why he bound women. Emotion rushed across his face, and this, running her hands up his chest, cupping his face, and staring at him intimately was something he saved for her. For the only women who touched his heart. It never needed to be said or ever explained. It was their secret, the one thing she knew about him that no one else did.
And it was in that moment that she gave Grey what he wanted. Her heart.
With all that emotion burning between them, her breathing hitched, her climax…right there. And in that very second, with quick hands, Grey removed the clothespins. Then there was nothing but pleasure in its purest and rawest form as she lost herself in the intensity that he offered her, hearing her screams echoing his roars.
Sometime later, when her mind decided to work again, Grey’s soft chuckle brushed across her. “Fuck, you came so hard you made me come with you.”
Only then did Evie open her eyes to realize Grey was resting on top of her with the vibrator now lying on the mattress, still buzzing away. It was a statement of how hard she came that she couldn’t remember him dropping down onto her or when she exactly let go of the vibrator.
She began chuckling, euphoria dancing through her. “Oh, my God, you’re so much better than Dean.”
Grey rose on his hands, hovering over her, and narrowed his eyes on her. “Saying another man’s name while my cock is still buried inside you is not a wise decision, Evie.”
She grabbed the vibrator off the bed and held it up. “This is Dean.”
The irritation was gone from his expression just that easily, and he chuckled. “You named your vibrator?”
“Yeah, he’s Dean Winchester.” She laughed at Grey’s blank expression. Obviously, he’d never seen the TV show Supernatural. “Never mind. All I meant was you’re better than the greatest fantasy that I could ever dream up.”
He chuckled and withdrew his flaccid cock, grabbing a tissue off her end table and removing the condom, placing it in the trash. After he’d grabbed her sides, pushing her farther up the bed, he slid in next to her. “Well, that’s it then.”
“What’s it?” she asked, boneless.
“To ensure I always keep you happy, I must discover who Dean Winchester is and aim to always be sexier than him.”
Evie laughed softly. “Oh, that’s quite the feat.”
Challenge obviously accepted, Grey leaned in, pressing all that sexy man against her, and his brow arched. “I bet he can’t make you do this…” He cupped her sex, and she moaned, melting beneath his hand. His chuckle rushed over her in a heat wave. “See, there’s no denying it.” With his mouth right by hers, he slid his fingers between her oversensitive folds. She gasped and arched into him, and when she moaned, he took her mouth. His hot, searing kiss quickened her breath, as he added, “The only man you will ever belong to is me.”
She arched off the bed, grasping his arm. “Oh, my God, don’t stop.”
“Tell me, angel,” he murmured against her mouth.
She stared into the heat of his eyes, digging her nails into his hot, sweaty flesh. “I’m yours!”
He slid his fingers through her folds, pushing them inside her, and he agreed, “You’re damn right you are.”
Epilogue
Three years later…
“Dada, a monster.”
The hot sun beat down on Grey, sweat trickling over his spine as he held his hands in claws and growled, “Rawr.”
Young screams filled the hot, tropical air when Grey chased after the two-year-old fraternal twins, one boy, Mason, one girl, Madison, both his. He looked toward where they ran. To their mother.
With green mountains off in the distance, Evie stood near the deep teal-colored ocean, wearing a polka dot tankini with black bottoms. Her arms were open, waiting to save the twins, but they didn’t stand a chance. Grey grinned and punched forward, getting to the children first, scooping them up in his arms.
They both screeched, and he pulled them in close, pretending to eat them, and their high-pitched screams made him laugh harder. With a final kiss on both of their heads, he placed them down, and they ran to Evie.
She smiled brightly as they plowed into her, and she hugged them tightly.
In that moment, all Grey noticed was her face. That look of happiness right there was the one he’d sought to see time and time again over the years. Christ, how he loved this woman. How much meaning she’d given to his life.
Hearing a loud laugh behind him, he glanced over his shoulder, finding Maddox sitting in the sand with his four-year-old girl, Sofia, making sand castles. Joss sat next to them, keeping a close eye on their one-year-old boy, Benjamin, who was banging a shovel against the dirt.
Beside them, soaking in the sun in a lounge chair lay his mother, along with her newest husband, a retired multi-millionaire stockbroker out of New York, Warren Ellison. They were sharing cocktails and laughs. And it’d been some time since his mother had genuinely seemed this happy.
The Maui air was good for all of them.
With that thought passing through his mind, Grey’s gaze fell on his and Evie’s five-bedroom, beachfront house directly on Baby Beach in Lahaina. Stone met dark wood and led to large windows. The house had been built to both blend into the elements and to show off the scenery while inside. With the sandy beach protected by the exposed stretch of reef, the shallow water was perfect for the children. The peacefulness and landscape made this property a given when they’d been looking for the perfect vacation spot.
Grey thought back over the years, realizing how different things were now than they had been when he first met Evie. Even more so, priorities had shifted when children came along. At first, it had been a gradual change, only travelling on weekends and the odd week vacation. Now every winter, they spent as much time as they could in Maui, and less in Seattle.
Both being business owners, Grey and Evie could work remotely, hiring others to handle their jobs in their absence, scheduling meetings every two weeks so they could travel home for a day or two, while Anne cared for the children here in Maui. Life had become more about living, less about working.
Grey had all that he wanted and more.
As laughter once again filled the air, he turned and faced Evie, finding the children running back near the water where their buckets and shovels were waiting for them. While he stayed aware of the kids, he saw Evie approaching, smiling softly at him, the wind waving her damp hair around her face.
He vividly remembered when she’d walked into his office that very first day and changed him as a man. And as she reached him now, he knew without a doubt he wouldn’t change one thing about his past. Not their two-month dating relationship before he declared himself a pro and leveled up with a quick proposal. Not him moving into her house. Not even their shotgun wedding three months later.
When Evie stopped in front of him, and he stared into her pretty eyes, she smiled. “You’ve got that look.”
He took one of her hands. “What look?”
“That look like you’re thinking about something.”
“I am thinking about something,” he said, brushing his knuckles across her soft cheek. “I’m thinking about you.”
She leaned into his touch and gave him that smile that warmed parts of him that only she had ever touched. He pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on top of her head, and he watched their children scooping up sand into their pails before they ran over to Maddox, helping build the sand castle.
“We’re doing a good job with them,” Evie said, leaning back to stare up
at him. “They’re happy, aren’t they?”
“Of course, they are.” He smiled down at her. “They have the best mother.”
Her eyes lightened, the sun making the skin on her face sparkle with the sunscreen. “They’ve got a very charming father, too, who totally knows how to get lucky.”
She stood on her tiptoes, sliding her hands up to his neck, bringing his face to hers. He ran his palms across the small of her back, and she stepped in close as he sealed his mouth over hers. He took charge of the kiss, cupping her face, angling her head to deepen the embrace.
When her tongue slid across his and heat swelled inside him, he chuckled against her mouth. “Better be careful, angel. We have an audience.”
She pulled him closer, demanding more of his mouth.
“Momma kissing Dada.”
Evie broke away with a laugh. “And there’s the bucket of cold water.”
Two tiny bodies shoved themselves into the space between Evie and him, and Grey glanced down at them. “Uh-oh, I think I heard something. What’s that?” Big, wide, blue eyes greeted him, as he added, “I think the monster’s coming back.”
“Oh, no,” Evie said, grinning down at them, and taking each of their hands. “Run, my darlings, run. Our lives depend on it.”
Screams erupted in the air again as the twins ran forward, with Evie in the middle.
Grey roared, “Feed me!” With his toes digging into the sand, he ran forward, and as he did, he looked from his family to the grin on his mother’s face to a chuckling Maddox and Joss, and he smiled.
Life was good.
Damn good.
Acknowledgments
Much love to my family; my editor, Christa; my copy editor, Chelle; my assistant, Michelle; the kick-ass authors in my sprint group; and my cover designer, Sara. This book couldn’t have happened without all of you!
And thank you to all of YOU, the readers who went on this journey with Maddox and Grey alongside me. I hope Filthy Dirty Love was all that you hoped for and more!
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