“Yes,” I urged, letting my hand grip the length of him and start to stroke.
“Fuck.” He hissed out another breath as I pumped, my fingers squeezing him relentlessly. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he said.
I laughed, the sound echoing in the cavern of the stairwell. “I will be,” I assured him, “if you don’t give me what I want.”
Grayson pulled back slightly—just enough so that he could truly look at me without being too close. My eyes met his and I saw the glitter of love in them. It made me bite my lips. "I'll always give you what you want, Babydoll," he said, keeping his voice low as he lifted his hand from the wall and let his fingers trail down my cheek to my neck.
I shivered and shook my head. "Not always," I persisted.
He lifted a brow. "Whenever it doesn't put you in danger," he clarified.
I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the grin that shone through my faux-irritated expression. Grayson dipped his head and I tipped mine back, meeting him halfway. This time when our lips melded together, it was more than a ravaging need. It went far deeper. I moved my hand inside his pants to the waistband of his boxers once more and pulled them lower, squirming as he kissed me to get his jeans down as well. He broke off with a chuckle.
"Fine,fine," he said quickly. "You win."
"Hurry," I said, wiggling in his grasp. The heat he'd stoked inside was about to boil over and I wanted him to be inside me before it did.
Withdrawing a condom from the wallet he kept in his back pocket, he tossed the leather folds to the side as he put plastic to his teeth and tore the side. My eyes widened with the intensity in his gaze as he slid it on and lifted me up higher, reaching beneath the skirt of my dress to feel for my underwear. Putting the fabric to the side—I silently thanked Lizzie once more for talking me into wearing one of those stretchy thongs—he settled the head of his cock at my entrance.
I shifted my hips, waiting, but still, he held there. I grunted in frustration. "What are you doing?" I snapped. I could feel the warmth of him against me, but not where I most wanted it.
His teeth flashed as he smiled at me. "I just like seeing you squirm in my arms," he said just before shoving in all the way to the hilt.
I gasped, my back arched away from the wall. A moan bubbled up out from between my lips. After a moment, I started to urge him on with my hips and he responded accordingly. Grayson pulled back and powered forth. Thrusting in and out of me slowly at first, he began to gain traction.
"Grayson..." I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed my thighs as he slid in once again. His muscles clenched. I felt like a bowstring strung too tightly. I gasped and moaned, my lips pressed to his ear. I could tell every sound I made drove him further and further from rational thinking. He lifted me higher, the strength of his arms making the veins bulge as they rarely did as he leaned his head down until his forehead pressed against my shoulder and he thrust harder.
A moment later—without even lifting his head or breaking stride, his fingers found my hips and canted my lower half slightly up until I could feel the brush of something against my clit. I gasped out and this time, I didn't stop. I continued to get louder and louder as he pushed me into the wall. The warm boiling heat I had felt before grew larger until it became a volcanic explosion and on an inward thrust, it erupted. I cried out, my skin pulled taut as I threw my head back.
I knew even before it connected that I was about to brain myself against the wall, but the pleasure was too great. I couldn't control my movements any more than I could stop the tunneling wave of euphoria that was already sliding through my veins. Almost as if he had expected the movement, however, one of Grayson's hands shot up from my hips and clasped the back of my skull. Then with the same stiffening, he stilled and shuddered against me.
We stayed like that for a while afterwards, until a sharp, jarring ringing noise startled us. He groaned as he let me slide my feet back to the floor. Reaching into his back pocket, he withdrew his phone and sighed, handing the phone to me. "Answer it," he said, removing the condom and tying it off. I watched as he straightened his clothes and moved back towards the door. "And don't move, I'll be right back," he called over his shoulder.
I turned back to the phone and clicked the green button when I saw who was calling. "Hello?"
"Harlow? Where are you? Where's Grayson?" Bellamy's voice came clear through the speaker as I bent down and retrieved Grayson's discarded wallet. As I picked it up, a card slid from one of the folds.
"He's throwing something away. Why?" I picked up the card and turned it over with a frown. There was no symbol or anything. Just a business name and a phone number. I wondered where it had come from.
"Tex and I are waiting outside," Bellamy said. "I can't believe Lizzie took you to a strip club—actually, yes, I can." I could picture him shaking his head with confused horror.
I tucked the card back into Grayson's wallet, resolving to ask him about it later. "We'll be right out—"
"Hey, give me the phone! Spider-Monkey? Where are you?"
I laughed as I heard Texas wrestling the phone away from Bellamy on the other end. "We'll be right out," I said by way of answering as the door behind me opened and Grayson appeared once more.
"We're in parking lot B," Texas said. "In the—"
Grayson took the phone from my hand. "I rode here with you," he snapped. "I know where you're damn well parked."
"Well, Harlow doesn't!" Even though his voice came through a quiet phone speaker, it reverberated in the enclosed space of the stairwell.
Grayson rolled his eyes, his free hand going to the small of my back as he urged me towards the stairs and down them. I reached down and adjusted my skirt and panties as delicately as possible and he shot me a pleased grin that didn't quite match the caustic tone he spoke to Texas with. "She's with me, dumbass. We'll be there in five." He ended the call and swung his arm over my shoulders.
"Brothers," I said lightly. "Can't live with them, can't kill them and bury them in the backyard."
Tossing his head back on a laugh, Grayson readily agreed. "It's a damn good thing they're not blood related to me," he said. "Or else I'd be worried for my mental health."
“Tomorrow, you’re going to get married. Believe me,” I said, “you should already be worried about your mental health.”
His eyes glittered with amusement. “Babydoll, it’s been a damn long time coming. A year and a half was about as much as the rest of us could take. Any longer of an engagement and I’m pretty sure Texas would have convinced us to kidnap you and elope to Vegas. Please tell me you’ll actually show up to the altar.”
Warm summer air filtered over my shoulders as we exited the building. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out tomorrow, huh?” I said laughing.