“Oh, baby, trust me, I don’t need to dump him on you for that. He’s your kid too, and I stupidly thought you’d want to see him.”
“He’s just killed the love of my life,” she wails, and Dad slams a hand over her mouth to shut her up. When he uncovers it, she looks at me with such hate, I want to shrivel up. “I never want to see you again. I hate you.”
My eyes shoot open, and I suck in a breath. Why the fuck do my dreams all go back to that day? Hadley is beside me, sleeping peacefully. I relax as I watch her, wondering what she dreams about. She’s fully clothed, lying on top of the sheets, and I allow my eyes to run down her body. I’ve missed her so much these last few days, and when she came to help me earlier tonight, it was a relief.
I carefully tuck her hair behind her ear, and she jumps in fright. She opens her eyes but relaxes the second she sees me. “Sorry,” I whisper.
“You slept,” she murmurs, glancing at her watch. “At least three hours.”
“New record,” I joke. “Thanks for making me take a break.”
“I’m here anytime you need me, Grim.”
I run my finger along her jaw. “Why are you so nice to me all the time?”
She props her head up to rest on her hand and uses her other hand to interlock her fingers with mine. “It’s what friends are for,” she whispers, staring at the way my hand grips hers.
I turn on my side too and prop my head on my free hand. “I’ve missed being around you these last few days.”
“Me too.”
I push her hand back until it lands on the pillow, and she naturally rolls on her back. I hover above her, both of us watching each other, waiting for the other to make a move. “Let’s not do that again,” I whisper. “Avoid one another.”
“Agreed.”
I move my head towards her, slow enough for her to move if she doesn’t want this. When it’s clear she’s not going anywhere, I gently place a kiss on her lips. It’s brief, but I’m not done. I’m just giving her another chance to push me away. “This could be dangerous,” I whisper against her lips.
“I hope so.”
Our mouths clash together, and this time, a fire burns deep inside me. It’s like a hunger, and the only way to feed it is to take everything she’s giving me. Her fingers run through my hair, occasionally gripping it at the roots. When she wraps her leg around my thigh and pushes me to lie back, I take her with me so that she’s on top, kissing me like I’m everything she’s ever wanted. It feels fucking amazing.
CHAPTER NINE
HADLEY
I’m not experienced when it comes to men. I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t slept with lots of guys like some of the other women here. It was just one guy when I was in college. He’d spent years bullying me, shoving me so I’d knock into people or fall, just childish stuff. I got invited to a party and ended up alone in a bedroom with him. He confessed he was awful to me because he really liked me, so I slept with him. Not because I wanted to, particularly, but because I wanted him to stop being a dick. It didn’t work. He was still a dick, and the sex wasn’t even worth it. It was terrible. It felt nothing like this! This is causing a raw need to build in the pit of my stomach, and the only man to soothe it is Grim.
Straddling him, I can feel his erection prodding me. It’s difficult to ignore when it feels hard enough to bust out of his jeans. I grind against him, and he groans. I love that sound, so I break the kiss and smile. We’re both panting. I sit up and lift my top over my head. The fear of him seeing my body seems to have left the building, because as his bright blue eyes watch me, I feel brazen enough to remove my bra. I continue to grind against him, and he hisses. His hands run up my ribs, to my breasts, then his thumbs lightly brush my nipples, and I close my eyes, continuing to move against his erection.
“Are we really doing this?” he pants.
“We better be,” I answer with a nervous laugh.
He grins, then grips my waist and flips me back down on the bed. Kneeling between my legs, undoing his belt while watching me, he unzips his jeans and pushes them down his thighs. Taking his wallet from his back pocket, he removes a condom and places it on the bed. “This could change everything,” he warns, running his hands up and down my thighs.
“It’s too late now. We’ve already gone too far to turn back.”
He hooks his fingers in my leggings and pulls them down with my underwear. He throws them to the floor and goes back to staring at me. I feel myself blushing, wondering what the hell he must be thinking. Then, he surprises me by bending his face down between my legs and pushing his hands under my arse. He lifts me to meet his mouth, and I almost scream in shock when he pushes his tongue against my pussy like he’s eating a meal. My embarrassment is soon forgotten as that heat builds from deep inside. His tongue presses against my clit, rubbing vigorously, then he pushes a finger inside, hooking it slightly and making my entire body jerk with pleasure.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he pants, sucking my clit into his mouth. My fingers dig into his scalp, bringing him closer as the sensation reaches on a new level. I’m so far gone, I don’t care that I’m shamelessly grinding against his mouth.
I see white spots at the back of my eyes and my entire body begins to convulse in a way it’s never done before. I don’t know if I should cry or scream as a warm wave of deliciousness washes over me, relaxing me instantly. “I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life,” whispers Grim, positioning himself on his knees between my legs. “Are you sure about this, Hads?” I nod, unable to find words through the brain fog I’m currently experiencing. His cock pushes at my entrance, and he grips my thighs as he slowly eases in an inch at a time. I feel myself stretching to accommodate him, and those dull flickers of buzzing energy begin to dart around again.
Once he’s fully inside, Grim leans over me, a hand either side of my head. “There’s no going back now, not after this.” I make a mumbling sound, and he smiles. “You understand, Hadley? This is it now, me and you.” I groan as he withdraws and grab onto his shoulders as he slams into me, taking my breath away. “Say it,” he whispers in my ear. “Say you’re mine.”
I stare up at his eyes, which seem bluer somehow. “I’m yours,” I pant out, and I stop myself from adding ‘I always have been’.
He bends my leg and turns me onto my side, wrapping it around his waist as he continues to fuck me. I feel him so much deeper like this, and it takes only seconds for me to reach another orgasm. He then flips me onto my front and enters me from behind, gripping my hips and slamming into me fast. “Fuck, you feel too good,” he mutters. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”
I nod, noticing the unused condom on the bed beside us. “Yes.”
“Thank fuck!” He releases into me. He pushes one last time, then lets out a relaxed groan and flops down beside me. He hooks his arm around me and pulls me to his side, tucking me against him and throwing a leg over me. “You’re fucking hot.”
I smile. “You’re not so bad yourself.”