Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“I don’t need you to change who you are, Gray.” Adler’s eyes were soft pools of blue. “I just need you.”
“You’ve got me.” As I kissed him again, my worries over being enough for him temporarily receded, like a creek in summer. He said he wanted me, and I was neither stupid nor brave enough to let him go again.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Adler
Grayson Campbell kissed me, and all was right in the world. Nothing else mattered, not the cold weather, not the impending gossip, not my lingering doubts that I might yet prove to be too much for Grayson. At the moment, however, he couldn’t seem to get enough of me, kissing me so deeply that my head spun and I clung to him.
I needed him in the worst way and was in no mood to wait. Even his bedroom seemed too far. My eyes landed on his chair. Perfect. Breaking away from the kiss, I dragged him over to the chair, but the man stubbornly stayed standing.
“Wait.” He wrinkled his forehead. “Are we watching TV now? I thought we were gonna—”
“Oh, we are.” I gently shoved until he had no choice but to sit. Near us, the dogs sprawled on their bed amid a pile of toys. I flipped the remote, queuing up the first episode it landed on. “You’re going to watch the TV. I’m going to be otherwise occupied.”
Leaning over him, I deftly unbuttoned his fancy shirt, letting it hang open and reveal his deliciously fuzzy chest. I danced my fingertips down his torso until I arrived at his shiny belt buckle.
“Thought I gave the orders around here,” he drawled, but he didn’t otherwise stop me from undoing his fly.
“You do.” Having arranged him to my satisfaction, I dropped to my knees in front of him. “Most of the time.”
I grinned widely, enjoying the unexpected surge of power. I loved giving up control to Grayson, loved pushing him until he took over an encounter with his stern words and strong will. But as it turned out, I also loved being in charge of this otherwise commanding man. Grayson yielding to my whims was heady stuff, and a tremor raced through me as I withdrew his cock.
I blew lightly across his shaft. “What was the first answer?”
“What?” He blinked, all his focus on my lips, not the TV.
“You’re not paying attention.” I laughed.
“Oh, I’m paying attention.” His eyes stayed riveted on my mouth. “And making notes for payback later.”
“Payback? More like a reward.” I was more than confident in my skill at getting him off, and as I hoped, my bragging earned another chuckle from him. His laugh, however, abruptly ended as I swallowed his cock in a single, fluid motion.
“Goddamn,” he groaned. “This isn’t gonna take long.”
“Says you.” I pulled back long enough to tease. What he hadn’t counted on was that I’d spent the last few months memorizing how to make him come and how to edge the pleasure out. I knew exactly when he tended to slow down during a fuck, knew how close to push him before backing off, and I put all that knowledge to use as I sucked him.
Rather than a steady rhythm, I varied my speed, going hard and fast with rapid bobs of my head only to retreat into shallow teases and glacially slow descents. He moaned and cursed and tangled a hand in my hair, but he also didn’t order me to stop my little game.
“You’re doing so well,” I cooed, mimicking how he usually praised me. “What category are they in?”
“Hell if I know.” He stroked my hair and cheek, eyes soft with something beyond pleasure. Emotion. He’d said he wanted to try, and I believed him. He wasn’t the type to take an action like coming out publicly lightly, so he had to care for me as deeply as I’d suspected. The simple act of holding my hand at Maverick’s party had meant more to me than the horse, more than any gift, almost as much as his heartfelt words.
I cared as well, and I lavished attention on his cock, trying to convey my appreciation for how far he’d come for me. For us. For himself, really. That was the biggest thing. He wanted a future with me, but he’d also shown an unexpected level of growth. He wasn’t merely running on the fear of losing me.
“Adler.” He moaned, half scold, half praise. I slowed to a creep, a few little licks and lighter suction until his hand finally tightened in my hair. “Have mercy.”
That I could do.
I had infinite mercy for Gray in all his complexity. He deserved all the pleasure I had to give, so I redoubled my efforts, going for the harder suction and faster speed he craved. I also reached up and patted his hand, giving implicit permission for him to drive if he felt so inclined.