Glitter and Grit

by Jessie Evans

  Blissful torture, he fought to hold onto for as long as possible. He wasn’t going to go yet, not until he felt her clench around his cock.

  “Yes,” she said, breath coming faster as she locked her hands behind his neck and held on. “Yes, I’m there, I’m there, come with me, come—”

  He came with a cry that drowned out her words, fire licking up and down his spine as his cock jerked in her tight sheath. Her body pulsed around him, drawing out his release, milking every drop of cum from his body. The bliss was so intense his vision blurred at the edges and his balls ached with a fierce mix of pleasure-pain. By the time he finally came back down to earth, he felt like his soul was hanging on to his body by a thread.

  “Wow,” Reece said a long moment later, breath still coming fast against his lips. “I think you found my G-spot. Consider me a fan of the pretzel position.”

  Grayson blinked, gradually becoming aware of the fact that Reece’s feet were up beside her head. “Jesus, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling out and gently guiding her legs back to the bed. “I didn’t even realize. Are you okay?”

  “I’m great. No apologies necessary.” She smiled a satisfied smile so sexy Grayson would have been hard again in an instant if it were biologically possible. “In fact, I feel…amazingly delicious.”

  He watched her arms stretch over her head, shaking his head in wonder. “Damn, you’re beautiful. And you taste like heaven.”

  “Come here,” she said, reaching her arms out. “You’re too far away.”

  “Yes ma’am.” He went eagerly into her arms, pulling her on top of his chest as he rolled onto his back. “God, that was good. Can we do that a few hundred more times?”

  “At least.” She laughed softly as her fingertips trailed back and forth across his chest. “Are the scars on your shoulder and back from the explosion, too?”

  He hummed in affirmation. “Most of them. But the ugliest one on my back is from a ladder that fell on me when I was a kid.”

  “None of them are ugly,” Reece insisted. “I just didn’t expect them. I didn’t expect you to have tattoos, either.”

  “Why?” he asked, smiling. “I come off too boring for tattoos?”

  “Hardly.” She snuggled closer, making him keenly aware of her bare breasts flattening against his chest. “So what do the tats mean?”

  “The ones on my ribs are the initials of all the men I served with who died in the line of duty,” Grayson said, watching Reece’s face as she propped up on one arm to get a better look.

  “That’s a lot of initials. I’m sorry.” She leaned over to kiss his tattoo, making Grayson’s heart ache. She did so many things like that, subtle things that showed the sweet, soft side of her she tried so hard to hide, things that made him want to know her better, hold her closer.

  Things that made it hard to imagine letting her go.

  “And what about the one on your wrist?” She rolled over onto her stomach beside him, lifting his arm until she could see his wrist. “Mia, huh?” Her eyebrow arched critically. “Didn’t anyone tell you never to get a woman’s name tattooed on your body? It’s the relationship kiss of death.”

  He smiled. “It’s for my grandpa. He went missing in action in World War II. I got it at the same time as I got the other one. It was a way to put the past to rest while still making sure I carried it with me if that makes any sense.”

  “It does.” She was quiet for a long moment as she traced the letters on his wrist with her fingertip. “Maybe I’ll get a hoof print tattoo on my butt when I’m ready to quit the circuit.”

  “That would be a damned shame.” He cupped her ass in his free hand. “You should never put a mark on something this perfect.”

  “Is that right?” She wiggled her bottom slowly back and forth as she smiled.

  “That’s right,” he said, delivering a gentle swat on her pale skin, loving the way her eyes lit up in response. “Give me five minutes and I’ll prove how perfect I think every part of you is.”

  She hummed her approval as she leaned down to press her lips to his. “I’ll give you three. I think junior is going to rally faster than you think.” She reached down, capturing his cock in her hand, quickly stroking him from half-hard to raring to go.

  They started round two on the bed, but somehow ended up on the floor by the end, with Grayson on his back and Reece riding him reverse cowgirl, giving him an excellent view of her gorgeous ass. Afterward, she rolled onto the carpet panting, insisting she was too tired to move. So Grayson carried her to the bathroom, fetched her pain pill and toothbrush from her luggage, and carried her back to the bed, when she was through getting ready.

  “Is it wrong that I kind of like it when you baby me?” She smiled sleepily as he tucked her beneath the covers on the right side of the bed.

  “No, it’s nice,” he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I like taking care of you. Makes me feel useful.”

  “You are very useful.” She sighed as her eyes fluttered closed. “Very, very useful. I like you, Broody.”

  “I like you, too, Shortstack,” he whispered, sitting beside her, watching her drift off with a smile on her face.

  It was such a change from the night they met, when he’d watched her suffer in her sleep. It made him even more aware of how much had changed in just a few days and how quickly he was getting dangerously attached to this woman who was still determined to tell him goodbye.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Reece

  Reece woke up smiling and stretched her fingertips out to find the sheets cold on the other side of the bed. Pushing her curls away from her face, she propped up on her arms and scanned the suite, but there was no sign of Grayson at the desk across the room or the couch in front of the television. She was straining her ears to see if she could catch any sounds coming from the bathroom, when she heard a knock on the glass door leading out to the patio.

  She shifted her gaze to see Grayson chest deep in the bubbling, steaming water of the hot tub outside and her stomach flipped over.

  He looked even more handsome this morning, with faint stubble darkening his cheeks and his long eyelashes matted together from the water. Images of all the things they’d done last night zipped through her mind, making her keenly aware that she’d gone to bed naked for the first time in ages. Her skin prickled all over, and when her eyes met Grayson’s, their gazes connected with an almost audible sizzle.

  By the time Grayson crooked a finger for her to join him, Reece was already halfway out of bed. She padded naked across the room, nipples tightening as his eyes swept up and down her body, his gaze darkening as he took her in. Until last night, she’d assumed nothing could be sexier than Grayson’s broody stare or his sun-coming-out-from-behind-the-clouds smile. But that look—the one that made it clear he wanted to devour every inch of her and go back for seconds—was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

  She slid open the glass door leading to the patio, not minding the gust of frigid air that stung across her skin. She was already so hot that the early morning breeze felt blissful, erotic as it swept over her aroused flesh, making her nipples pull even tighter.

  “Good morning,” she drawled, taking a moment to memorize the way Grayson looked with the steam rising around his face and the frozen city behind him. The promised sleet had fallen and the deserted roads sparkled in the early morning light. With Grayson’s icy blue eyes and the wintery background, he looked like some Nordic god come down to Earth, intent upon the seduction of human women.

  This woman, for one, was most happy to be seduced.

  “Good morning,” he echoed. “I’d tell you to hurry up and get your butt in this hot tub before you freeze to death, but I’m enjoying the view way too much.”

  “Oh yeah?” Reece slid the door closed behind her and leaned back against the glass before cupping her breasts in her hands. “Do you like this view, too?”

  Grayson nodded slowly. “I do. But I’d like it even better if you’d touch those pretty nippl
es for me.”

  “Like this?” Reece captured her nipples between her fingers and squeezed, holding Grayson’s gaze as she touched herself, the intimacy of the moment making the shockwaves of arousal, coursing down to burn between her legs, even more intense.

  “Just like that. But harder.” Grayson’s arms were still stretched out to rest on the edge of the tub. He looked relaxed, but Reece could tell by the heat in his eyes that he was as aroused as she was. “Pinch them for me. I want that sweet pussy of yours dripping before you get in.”

  “Why’s that?” she asked, breath coming faster as she obeyed, the increased pressure exactly what she’d been craving. After only one night together, Grayson could already read her body like a book, but it wasn’t like she was very good at concealing the way he affected her.

  “Because I’m going to fuck you in this hot tub,” Grayson said softly, his deep, velvety voice turning her on nearly as much as the fingers plucking at her nipples. “And I want to make sure you’re nice and wet so you’ll be comfortable in the water.”

  Reece’s teeth dug into her bottom lip and her thighs shifted from side to side. She was already so wet and swollen the situation was swiftly becoming maddening, but she resisted the urge to climb into the hot tub just yet. The only thing as much fun as being with Grayson, was the anticipation of that moment when he slid inside her, his thick cock stretching her, demanding she take more of him, all of him.

  He was the largest man she’d ever been with, but it felt like they’d been made to fit together. No other man had ever made her come just from penetration alone. She usually needed fingers, tongue, or a vibrator humming against her clit while her lover was busy elsewhere. But Grayson’s cock hit every sweet spot she possessed, even some she hadn’t realized were there.

  “Did you know that, until last night, I thought the G-spot was a myth,” she said, voice breathy with desire. “I thought if it were real then surely one of the men I’d been with would have found it by now. But I guess they weren’t looking hard enough.”

  “I don’t want to talk about other men,” Grayson said.

  “Then what do you want to talk about?” Reece asked playfully as she slid one hand down her belly, over her blond curls, to dip between her legs. She sighed as her fingers slid through her aroused flesh, but she didn’t break eye contact with Grayson. She wanted to memorize the way he looked at her, the mix of hunger and admiration in his eyes that made her feel more beautiful than she had in her entire life.

  “I don’t want to talk,” he said. “Come over here. Right now.”

  Reece didn’t hesitate. Half a second later, she was stepping into the hot tub, easing into the water that felt scalding hot against her wind-chilled skin. She was almost completely submerged when Grayson reached out, snatching her around the wrist before her hand could sink beneath the water.

  “Not this,” he said. “Not yet.” He tugged on her wrist, drawing her across the tub and the fingers she’d just used to touch herself into his mouth.

  Reece’s breath rushed out and fresh heat flowed between her thighs as Grayson’s tongue swept across her skin, licking the slickness away before suckling her fingers between his lips with a moan.

  “You taste so good,” he said, releasing her trembling hand and reaching for her hips beneath the water, pulling her close. Moments later, his warm hands were cupping her breasts as he bent to pull one of her sensitized nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking until she was gasping for breath.

  Reece threaded her hands through Grayson’s thick hair and held on as desire coursed through her in thick, sticky waves. She straddled his thighs, moaning as his erection pressed against where she was already pulsing with need. His cock felt like bone beneath his silken skin and when he twitched against her clit, even that slight contact was enough to make her gasp.

  She ground against him, so turned on she knew she could come from just rubbing against him beneath the water, but she didn’t want that. She wanted to be filled with him, to feel as connected as she had last night when he’d insisted she keep her eyes on his as he’d brought her over with his tongue.

  “I want you,” she whispered, reaching beneath the water. She positioned him at her entrance, impaling herself on his thickness. He groaned as she sank down, down, encasing him in her heat. At the end of her descent, she wiggled her hips, taking the last half-inch of him deep inside, crying out in relief as the blunt head of him tapped the entrance to her womb.

  “God, Reece,” he said, his lips moving against her neck as he pinched her nipple between his fingers. “I don’t have words to describe what you do to me.”

  Reece whimpered, back arching as Grayson tugged at her other nipple, rolling it so firmly her pussy clenched around his cock. But she didn’t start to ride him yet, she simply held still, waiting for him to lift his eyes to hers.

  When he did, the electricity that crackled in the air as their gazes connected was almost enough to make her come. It felt like she was looking straight into the deepest part of Grayson and he was looking into the same part of her. All the bullshit of the everyday world just…fell away. When they were like this, there were no walls, no games, nothing to hide behind as he gripped her hips and began to thrust slowly, sensually inside her, gliding in and out as their eyes held and their breath came faster, crystallizing in the cool air between them.

  “Grayson,” Reece whispered as she moved in perfect time with his thrusts, his name a confession she wasn’t ready to make. But she couldn’t seem to hold anything back when she looked into those ice blue eyes and saw the kind of man she hadn’t been sure existed staring back at her.

  She’d never experienced anything like this. She’d never felt like every kiss, every touch was a form of communication, a way to say things that were too scary to say with words. It was intoxicating, and she didn’t want to think about how sad it would be to go back to casual sex and one-night stands after being with Grayson. She didn’t want to think about anything but this gorgeous man who was teaching her what it felt like to make love.

  “You’re even more perfect like this,” he said, an almost pained look in his eyes. “Don’t ever hide from me, Reece. You’re safe. I promise you are. Show me everything.”

  “Yes, yes,” she chanted, not knowing what she was agreeing to, only that she wanted to please him, to make him come and make him happy and make him look at her like she was the only thing that mattered.

  Reece gasped, holding on to his shoulders as his thrusts grew more urgent and her thighs began to tremble. She was seconds away, but she wanted to hold on, to come at the same time he did and ride the dizzying spiral back to earth together. Not even pain pills and booze could make her fly as high as she did in his arms. And as his fingers dug into her ass and his cock rammed home one final time, her orgasm crashed through her like a sledgehammer through glass.

  Reece cried out as she came, but she held Grayson’s gaze.

  Watching the way his features twisted as his pleasure claimed him made hers even more intense. It felt like her release twisted inside of her forever, and when the waves finally began to abate, her skin still vibrated with satisfaction, contentment, and something more that she wasn’t ready to name just yet.

  “Shit,” she said, panting as she sagged against his chest, her cheek resting on his damp shoulder. “That was the best hot tub sex I’ve ever had.”

  Grayson grunted as he pinched her bottom beneath the water. “I told you, I don’t want to hear about other men or other hot tubs. I don’t want to think about anyone fucking you except me.”

  Reece snuggled closer to him with a smile. If he were any other man, she’d be making a break for the lobby right now—she’d never found possessiveness tolerable, let alone attractive. But then, she’d never wanted to be possessed by anyone else. She realized this longing to belong to Grayson and have him belong to her was bad news, but she couldn’t bring herself to care when she was drunk on pleasure and how perfect it felt to be in the circle of his arms
.

  “I want to stay in here all day,” she said, pressing a kiss to the scar on his shoulder. “Until we’re pruned all over and so exhausted all we can do is float and moan like well-fed zombies.”

  Grayson turned his head to kiss her temple. “I love making you zombie moan, but I had plans for us today.”

  “What sort of plans?” Reece asked, swirling her fingertips through Grayson’s chest hair. “You have the perfect amount of chest hair, by the way. Not too much, not too little.”

  “Thanks, you have the perfect amount of chest hair too,” he said, laughing when she pinched his nipple. “I was thinking we could take a gondola ride through downtown, then have breakfast at this place that has the best homemade sausage you’ve ever tasted. Afterward, we can decide if you’re up for a tour of the Alamo or if your head is hurting and it might be better to come back here and nap.”

  Reece pulled back to look him in the eye. “And by nap you mean more sexy times, right?”

  “That’s exactly what I mean,” he said, hugging her closer. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Until then, I’m spending every moment I can spare making you come calling out my name in that sexy voice of yours.”

  “I like the way you think,” Reece said with a naughty grin. “And I would love to take a gondola ride, but do you think they’ll be open with half the city shut down?”

  “The canals aren’t frozen and they have captive tourists,” Grayson said as his fingers trailed up and down her spine, making her shiver. “I’m betting there will be a few boat drivers up for making a buck. We can at least go check and grab coffee at the bakery near the ticket office on the way.”

  Reece moaned. “Coffee. That sounds like a little slice of heaven right there.”