บททั้งหมดของ Your Dad's Perfect: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Grayson POVI walked out of that bedroom and showered before getting dressed. I'm fucking lost right now; she’s a virgin or was until I did that. Which makes no sense. She's twenty-one, and she's dated guys. She's confident. In a way I didn't expect someone to be if they had never had sex. She flirted with, purposely moving so her nipple would show.Right now, all I can do is replay that moment. The way she fucking screamed like I had hurt her. It was totally unexpected, and the way she whimpered when I moved, and her words made everything fucking click. She should have told me. If I had known, I wouldn't have done that with her. I wanted to make her feel better after she mentioned Jake. Rubbing my face, I walk down, and everyone is waiting. Zade looks at me, and I can tell I'm still in fucking trouble over all this. "Look, you gave me your phone, and I left. She called you crying. What was I meant to do? Waste time finding out where you were and coming to get you? If I had, she wou

Grayson POVShe moans, and I kiss down her body, slowly teasing her. As I reach between her thighs, my tongue drags along her sex. Teasing her, I start slowly, groaning at the taste of her on my tongue. I keep her against my mouth, even after the orgasm quickly takes hold and has her crying out my name. My-fucking-name! Kissing up her body, I reach for the glass and get water in my mouth. Leaning down, I kiss her, letting the water slip through my lips into her mouth. Her body shakes against me as I begin to kiss her forcefully, my tongue plunging into her mouth. She opens it for me, and slowly her tongue begins to move with mine. Fuck, that's amazing. I got lost in the kiss, in the feel of her tongue dancing across mine. Pulling back, I grab an ice cube out of the glass and place it in my mouth. With it partially out of my mouth, I rub it across her lips and down her chin and neck. I keep moving lower, dragging the ice along the valley of her breasts before moving back up and rubb

Grayson POVI didn't move from above her for a while. At first, I felt fucking amazing. Then, reality hit, and I realised I had gone way further than I should have. I got caught up in the fact she was letting me be the first one to fuck her, and I got carried away. Making her swear that she and her pussy belong to me. Which is totally fucked up. Not as fucked up as the feeling of wanting to do this every day, several times a day, though. Her fingers stroke along my back, and my face stays buried in her neck. I need to consider this. I know the implications, and I know I can never truly have her. There's no way her brothers will let this go or let me live when they find out.God, I didn't just fuck her. I took her virginity! What the fuck have I done? I groan and very reluctantly pull free from within her. I hate it; I want to bury myself in her again already. "I was thinking," she whispers as I move and lie next to her. "Not thinking, I realised something." Turning, I look at her.

Sammi POVSome of the main items were moved out of my room into another. I told them not to bother with my bed and the rest—it seemed pointless to move everything just to put it back in a day or two. Once the essentials were covered, they started knocking down part of the wall.I've tried sneaking over to Grayson when my brothers weren't around, but it's been impossible. He keeps messaging me, asking me to meet him, but one of my brothers always pops up, questioning where I'm going. It's almost like they know but just aren’t saying anything, instead trying to keep us from being alone together.Standing in the kitchen, I focus on making snacks for the game night. My brothers have been setting up the room, and I hadn’t realised just how much effort they put into these nights. Sighing, I glance at my phone. Grayson wants to talk before everyone arrives, but I already know it’s not going to happen. My brothers are keeping him under close watch.I finish setting out the food and carry it i

Sammi’s POVI head downstairs with Zade following closely behind and step into the kitchen."Office," he snaps, walking past me without a second glance. With a groan, I grab a bottle of water and follow him in. I know I’m in trouble. Taking a seat, I glance up at him."What the hell was tonight about?"His tone is harsh, and I feign confusion, trying to play it off."Samantha! Joking is one thing, but actually kissing Reese?"He never told me not to. “You laughed it off, agreed to it, and now you’re going to lecture me? What the hell is going on in your head?”“You don’t do that with our friends, Samantha.”I roll my eyes. “I get it, you’re mad. I’m in trouble. But stop with the ‘Samantha’—you might as well be calling me ‘kiddo’.” The way he says my name feels just like when they used to call me 'kiddo'—mocking, as if I’m naive or too young to understand.“What did you expect? I thought you meant a peck on the cheek, not that.”I lean back in my chair, laughing. “Oh, so me sticking my