chapter 63

Anger flooded her veins. Being sexy and the leader of his pride didn’t mean she was going to let him insinuate bullshit. She stomped up to him and poked him in the chest.

“You asshole! I might not be in your pride where women throw themselves at you and decide they’ll sacrifice their ovaries to bear your children for nothing, but I’m not brainless.”

She had principles. And she had never been unfaithful in a relationship, which she had a feeling was what he suggested with his short clipped words and that frown she wanted to smack off his too sexy face.

“They don’t sacrifice themselves.” His lips quirked in what looked like an attempt at a smile.

She rolled her eyes.

“My bad. They just throw themselves at you and beg for the chance to be your baby mama. Your pride is weird. Most women value a relationship and want to have children with a single man. Do you ever have multiple men get told they’re the father of a single child? I bet there’s a list of visits to the Maury show with you guys,” she snapped.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

She sighed. Ah, well. It was only fun if he understood. She better not mention how full her DVR was of Jerry Springer and The Real Housewives or he might start to wonder about her.

His brows shot down in a furious glare again.

“What about you, Alyssa?”

She took a step back, not liking the way he said her name. There was too much brightness in his eyes. His gaze roamed her face and focused on her mouth. No way. He wasn’t just going to insult her and then switch shit up so they’d have sex. She wasn’t that easy. Okay, she was, but not this time.

“What about me?” Still, she couldn’t stop the giddiness at knowing he wanted her again. Gray was a very sexual man with magical hands and a tongue she could worship even in her sleep.

She continued moving until her back hit the door. He’d marched forward, closing the distance on her. She bit her lip and waited.

“What is it you want from me?” He raised a hand to cup her breast over her shirt and she whimpered.

Panting as if she’d run a marathon, she glanced up and met his gaze.

“Me? I just want you for your cock and tongue.”

He curled his lip in a small grin.

“Sex? You just want me for sex?”

He squeezed her tit in his grasp, rolling her hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. Sex was good, but she wanted so much more from him. Too much. It’s why she’d focused on sex because if she started to tell him how her stomach did flip flops when he kissed her or how her legs shook when he looked at her a certain way, she’d be telling him too much.

“I,” she moaned. “I want you for sex, yes. But also for whatever else you want to give me.”

Love. I want your love. She refused to voice her thoughts. Love would come with time. If he was open to it, she assumed he was seeing as he’d signed up to find his perfect match.

He pressed his body closer and she loved it. Every time he was this close she felt his body heat drain her tension away and fill her with a new expectation.

“What about your ex?”

She frowned. Her mind had already started to focus on the need to get naked so it took her a few seconds before the words clicked. She shoved at his chest and moved out of his hold. Stomping away from him, she yelled over her shoulder,

“I told you I don’t want him. I told you I didn’t invite him. You either believe me the first time I say things, or get the fuck out and forget this—”

She had reached the sofa when he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him.

“Don’t run from me,” he said before tugging her into his arms and slamming his lips over hers.

The kiss was bold, filled with an angry spark she didn’t normally experience. Was this what people called make up sex? Technically they hadn’t made up. Holy shit! She was about to have angry sex. That sounded even better than make up sex.

Gray’s tongue pushed past her lips and stroked her with command. He showed her with his mouth and tongue he was in charge. That she was his. And she wasn’t going to fight it.

He tore at her clothes. The sounds of material ripping filled the air. She gasped when he deepened the kiss. He nibbled and sucked on her lips then plunged his tongue back into her mouth.

His hands weren’t soft or careful. He yanked the torn clothes off her. Instead of being outraged or scared, she got more turned on the wilder he got. Men didn’t do that with her. They didn’t lose control. They didn’t have angry sex with Lyss. This was surreal.

Her own hands weren’t idle. She tugged on his shirt, sliding her hands under the Tee and feeling the smooth, warm muscles beneath. His abs contracted and a six pack formed under her fingertips. She grazed her nails down to the waistband of his jeans. His already erect cock pushed at the zipper, wanting out.

She undid his jeans and pushed them down, filling her hand with his velvety hot flesh. Christ he was hard. Hard and big. Both great since he knew how to do amazing things with his cock.

Pulling away from his kiss was difficult, but she really wanted something else in her mouth. She glanced at his bright eyes and licked her lips, panting.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said bluntly.

“I’m happy to oblige,” he breathed, his gaze dropping back to her lips. “Right now.”

She shook her head.

“I have something else in mind first.”

The need to feel him in her overwhelmed. Some might think she felt a primitive urge to be taken. All she knew was that the thought of him inside her set her hormones to an explosive blaze. She tugged on his shirt.

He peeled it off to reveal the skin she’d been touching earlier. He kicked his boots off and the jeans along with them. Then he stood in front of her fully naked with his erection calling her attention.

Liquid fire shot from her belly down to her cunt. Wetness from her pussy slid down her legs. She grabbed his dick and jerked him ever so slowly. Her gaze glided up his body in a drawn-out caress, until she reached his eyes.

She smiled. He was tense. Need held his muscles stiff. She stroked down his shaft, cupping his balls and massaging them in her hand.

“Do you want me to suck your cock, Gray?”

He groaned when she put some pressure at the base and squeezed.

“Fuck, yes!”

She glanced at the sofa to her left and grabbed a throw pillow, dropping it in front of her feet. Then she lowered down to her knees and continued fondling him.

“Tell me what you want me to do. Be specific.”

He moaned and cursed.

“I want my dick in your mouth, surrounded by your pretty lips.”

With every word he spoke, it felt as if he grew harder in her grasp. Her pussy was soaked, ready to be fucked.

She didn’t run from him. She and David had been done for over a year. Maybe talking to him for a while had confused Gray, but she was shocked to find David in her home. Who in their right mind would go to their ex’s house and try to get her to let him stay?

She raked her nails over his length in a gentle massage. Cupping his balls and fondling them with one hand, she curled her other hand over the base of his cock. A quick glance up and she caught him breathing hard, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes glowing bright gold.

Without looking away, she ran her tongue over him, twirling it in circles at the head and sliding him into her mouth.

“Ah, fuck that feels good,” he moaned.

She sucked her cheeks in tight and used her saliva to lubricate his dick. Christ the man really was big. Big and hard. She jerked him with one hand and took more of him into her mouth.

“That’s it. Suck me deeper into your hot mouth.”

She jerked him harder, pulling back and pressing forward to glide his cock further down her throat.

“Fuck, yes, sweetheart. My dick looks so good going in and out of your luscious lips,” he groaned. “Look at that,” he said. “Every time you pull back I’m soaked with your spit. Suck it harder.”