Grayson Riggs Novels & Stories

I know they’re joking, but I shudder at the words. Last week, police concluded their search for Riggs. Apparently, when Jaxon left the house in the woods, he set Riggs free - starving, bloodied, and most likely afraid. Maybe he hoped Riggs would go to the police and have me arrested. Instead, Riggs drowned in a river. He killed himself. The current of the waves carried his body far enough from the house in the woods that the police haven’t even thought to search it. Ruling both Riley and me out as suspects.

really could change the entire course of the evening if he doesn’t stop playing. The man wrecks whatever conceptions I may have. His warm and soft fingers have my pants open and my junk adjusted so the pop of his ass when he slings an ankle around my shoulder. Promising the fuck of my life in as much flexibility as the speed and force no female has ever used. “Didn’t know you wanted to get rid of Rogerson that bad, Top.” Grimm nips my chin with a smokey chuckle. When my dick presses and my fingers hook the band of his pants to pull them off.

I rattle around in his arm as he sighs and puts me down. "You're loud, God! Look, I saved your ass just now so you better not make it hard for me." He was annoyed, It's very visible but I state my demands already so I'm not backing up.We both stare at each other eyes as if we are playing the 'don't blink' game. Until he sighs and looks away "You got 10 minutes." Hearing his agreement I sigh in relief as I muttered my thanks that were replied with a nod. After 10 minutes I come back with a Black floral off-shoulder and spaghetti strap top, Denim jeans, and a black pointed-toe flat

Grayson Godwin emerged from his red-eye flight to La Guardia airport with a hell of a headache and feeling short tempered. It should have been a happy occasion as he was only six hours away from finding out the gender of his first child. But after a grueling day spent in meetings with lawyers and board members at Godwin Railroad, negotiating the sale of lands owned both privately and publicly, to expand the train’s railways, he was fucking done. His nerves shot and his tolerance for incompetence even less than usual. Just the sound of the adjacent businessman in first class, chewing and breathing loudly, had nearly made him cause a scene on the six-hour flight. And well, there was the fact o

“Holt owns this city. He’ll crush you. You're fighting a war you can't win, kid.” I clenched my fists, my eyes were stinging. “He already did,” I whispered. “He killed my baby. Lied to me. Used me. And I’m not letting him get away with it.” Grayson looked at me for a beat. For a moment, I saw something: pity, maybe. But it vanished fast. And then he turned away. “Then you're on your own." He pulled a cigarette out and grabbed a lighter from his desk. "Find someone else. I’m not risking my life for this.”

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

"Prepare yourself." Indianna frowned and raised Greyson's tshirt over his head. She gasped. Scars covered his chest, along with old and fresh wounds. She could barely see any skin amongst the wounds, scars, dirt and blood. "Oh," she said and gulped. She cautiously raised her hand to his chest. "Greyson. I'm so sorry." Greyson placed his hand over Indianna's. The feel of his heart beating soothed her. "It's okay," he said. "Rogue underestimated me. He thought he could break me. All of this is superficial. I'm okay, sugar."

"Did you see that pitch" Gray asks as I walk into the game room. "I saw it and I won five grand on the home run Colbie ran on the last pitch" I say while takin gout a stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills, Riggs just lost. Out of the corner of my eye I see Dre acting all fidgety with his phone in his hand. He checks it then puts it screen down on his thigh, then a few seconds later he checks it again.

We'll remain horny little rabbits that's desprate to rut but have no outlet. And let's face it, it's probably for the best. Grayson doesn't have a gentle bone in his body when it comes down to sex. Every inch of him intends on leaving an print on your psyche. He rocks back on the heel of his feet, tucking a wet hair behind my ear. "What you saw are humans who have been experimented on " "Come again, did you just say experimented on? "