When he got us through the bathroom, he hit a light that just turned on two small sconces on the wall on either side of the mirror. It was a soft light that didn’t hurt my eyes, even after near darkness, and I could have cried at how perfect his bathroom was. Huge bath, even bigger shower stall, with at least four glorious showerheads.
These were the parts of being rich that I would enjoy. The luxury bathrooms and state-of-the-art kitchens. Maybe the nice cars too.
Who the hell was I kidding, all the parts of being rich looked nice. Except the fame part. I never wanted to be someone who walked down the street and got mobbed like Bellerose did. It honestly appeared so invasive and scary. Anonymously rich was the way to go.
“You still with me, Billie?” Grayson asked as he reached in and turned the shower on, sending water out of all four—yep, I’d been right—showerheads, along with steam that shot up from some metal joins on the side. He stepped right in, even though I was fully dressed and he was in boxer briefs.
“I’m burning these clothes anyway,” he said when I laughed about being clothed. “We’ll get you all new stuff, and it’ll be like the attack at the farmhouse never happened.”
“Except Flo died,” I said softly. None of them had dealt with it; that much was obvious. I had the sense that unless forced to, Grayson would never deal with it. He was a compartmentalizer. I recognized the trait since it was a strong one I possessed as well.
“She did.” He breathed deeply for a moment before he continued. “And whoever is responsible will pay with their life. No matter how long it takes to track them down.”
He would do that for her. And me. I knew that without even having to ask him.
We were fully under the water now, and I tipped my head back, letting the warm stream cover me from head to toe. Grayson stepped back and gave me space for the first time, and I kind of wished he wouldn’t. But I’d demanded my independence, and I wasn’t about to whine now. I’d just wash off the last few days of grime, and then hopefully, we’d get back to snuggling.
First, though, I needed out of these clothes. “I’m going to strip,” I warned him, and he just leaned back against the white-tiled wall, watching me with a half smile.
“You won’t get an argument from me,” he drawled. The water poured down his head, and he’d pushed back his hair, so I could see the masculine planes of his face without any interruption. His body was ripped; all those long-muscled limbs containing lethal strength was definitely my aphrodisiac. And I was about to strip for him.
I grabbed the hem of my shirt, and his dark eyes remained on my face as I lifted it, and my bra, free from my body, my tits jiggling as I dropped the shirt on the floor. His gaze darkened when I reached for the band on my shorts, and he got there first, moving so quickly that I hadn’t even noticed the transition from wall to me. “Let me help you out,” he said softly, tilting his head down so our faces weren’t too far apart. Poor guy had to nearly bend himself in half to achieve such a feat.
My breathing got a little faster when his thumbs replaced mine in the band of my pants, sparks lighting up my skin where he touched me. Slowly, oh so torturously slowly, he started to work the shorts down my body. The need to pant was strong, but I forced myself to remain calm and keep all the horniness on the inside. Well, most of it. If he’d slipped his fingers in my needy cunt right now, he’d know for sure that I was far from feeling the calm facade I presented.
“I was worried about you, Prickles,” he murmured, still working that band down. “When you were with Angelo, when you were taken from me, no matter how much you fake-smiled, your eyes were screaming in pain, and I couldn’t fucking get to you.”
The bite of his hands against my skin grew a little stronger as he tightened his hold, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped. “Leaving you all was the hardest decision of my life,” I choked out. “And in the end, they took me before I even got a chance to play hero.”
My pants finally hit the stall with a soft splat, and then I was completely naked before him.
“Heroes work together,” he told me, staring down into my eyes, his gaze darker than ever. “Don’t do it alone, little one. That’s not how this works.”
I was about to promise him anything if he’d just kiss me, when his chest rumbled, and he leaned down into me, lips crashing against mine. I was instantly reminded of how dominating he was in a kiss, and how much I liked it. He took control of my mouth, his tongue tasting mine as my knees went a little weak. He backed me against the shower wall, and I used it to keep me standing as I pushed up on my toes to try and bring our heads closer together.
There was just too much height difference to comfortably do that, and I was more than thankful when he looped an arm around my back and used it to slowly drag me up so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. From here I could explore his mouth thoroughly, tasting him, our tongues crashing together in a dance that wasn’t gentle and had me rocking against him.
“Gray, please,” I gasped as we pulled apart. I was begging for relief, and I didn’t care how that arrived.
“Little hedgehog,” he rumbled back. “I’m keeping you locked in my bedroom and bathroom for a year, no exceptions. And the next time a fucker puts his hands on you, I’m going to kill them where they stand.”
When he went caveman on me, arousal dripped down my thigh to join the water streaming to the floor.
“What about Rhett and…” Jace. Shit.
His reply was a slow laugh. “The only exceptions. That warning is for everyone else. Anyone you don’t want touching you.”
That was good to know. Very fucking good to know.
Grayson kissed me again, and then when I was gasping for breath, he palmed my ass with both hands, lifting me higher as he dropped to his knees. “Legs over my shoulders,” he ordered.
That had me pausing as I tried to figure out the logistics of what he was doing here. “Shoulders?” I squeaked.
He lifted a hand and palmed my ass hard, the sound loud in this tiled room. “Shoulders, Prickles.”
I thought for sure I was going to slip and fall, but he was so strong that I hardly had to do anything to get my legs over his shoulders, my back braced against the tiled wall. Still worried about falling, I grabbed onto the shower faucet above my head and prayed it was strong enough to hold.
It was a position I’d never been in, with my entire weight resting on his shoulders, but Grayson acted like it wasn’t even straining him at all. “Fuck,” he breathed, when my pussy was in his face. He leaned back to catch my eye. “Been daydreaming about this for weeks.”
Me and him both.
His tongue tasted me in a slow sweep, starting from the bottom of my slit and sliding all the way to the top. This time his groan was louder, and from this angle, the size of his cock tenting his wet boxers had me feeling all kinds of things. Like, would I survive this, and would I care if I didn’t?
“Gray,” I moaned, rocking my cunt against his face, one of my hands threading into the wet, silky strands of his hair. “I’m going to need you to use that talented tongue with a little more force.”
As I said that, the sound of a phone ringing cut through the haze of arousal in my head. He let out a curse, fingers biting into my ass as he pushed me a little higher. “You’re going to have to be quick, baby,” he warned me. “If someone is calling at this time, it’s an emergency, and I need to get it.”