Page 44 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
I leverage myself up on my elbows, my pulse racing, my skin damp with sweat. If he leaves, so help me God, I will murder him. Instead of disappearing this time, he tears his shirt over his head and undoes the button on his jeans.
His cock is hard and ready, springing free as he grips it with a rough palm.
“Lay the fuck back down, Gidge,” he warns me, and then he’s descending on me again, kissing the side of my neck like he’s the vampire he once accused me of looking like. He licks my throat, forcing me to lift my chin, to expose my neck to him. This bastard.
It feels too good to stop though. Too sharp and brilliant to resist.
Grainger guides himself to the aching wet heat between my thighs, touching me with his tip and then letting out a colorful curse. He thrusts hard and deep, taking my cunt the same way he did at the chapel. This time, though, we have more time to play with each other.
My hands find the firm muscles in his back, kneading and scratching at his skin as he shoves the sweatshirt up my body to reveal my bare breasts. His lip curls as he pauses, studying my pebbled nipples with interest.
“Did he suck these tits?” he asks me, and it takes a long hot second for me to realize that he’s thinking about Grey.
“He was planning to, on our wedding night,” I taunt, and that’s it, enough to trigger Cade. He drops his mouth to my right breast, biting my nipple and tugging on it as I cry out and gather him against me. His pistoning hips pin me to the forest floor as I quiver and thrash beneath his brutality. He isn’t being nice, not at all. And I love it. That’s not why I like Cade, because he’s nice. I like him because he’s an antagonistic asshole.
Just like me.
We’re the same, me and Grainger.
“Tell me he never fucked this cunt,” Grainge snarls, biting my ear and making my hips buck. Our pelvises crash together as pleasure courses through me, hotter and headier than I’ve ever experienced before. Everything about being back feels new somehow.
I yank him to me, thrusting up to meet each one of his movements.
I started my birth control pills this morning, but eh, I might be in trouble. That’s later Gidget’s problem.
“He never fucked it,” I whisper, putting my mouth beside his ear and enjoying the way his back muscles tense at the feel of my breath. “Since I last left this compound, it’s only been you. Just you.”
If I thought Cade was being wild before, that’s nothing to how he becomes. He slams my wrists into the ground, and rocks into me so hard that I can feel the tip of his cock reaching uncomfortable depths just seconds before the pleasure coiling in me is unleashed. It lashes out like a whip, making me scream, making me drag my nails down his back.
As deep as he wants to go right now, I can handle it. I can take it. I want it.
He drops his mouth to my right breast and bites me hard, just before coming with a ragged groan, working inside of me for several hard thrusts and spilling himself into me. My pussy is still clenching, squeezing and milking him; I can feel every movement of my own body, every pulse. I can only imagine what it feels like for him.
Eventually, Cade drops down to his elbows. With my body crushed under his weight, he catches his breath.
“Very few people expected to find you alive” he tells me, holding himself there, our bodies still locked together. “I was one of them.”
We both pause at the sound of footsteps—very deliberate footsteps. Whoever’s coming wants us to hear them or else we wouldn’t know a damn thing. I know who it is before I see a face emerging from the shadows, bathed briefly in silver moonlight.
“Your daddy wants to see you at the clubhouse,” Beast says, surprising me and Grainger both. It makes me wonder then if he wasn’t watching the whole damn time.
His presence, at the very least, gives that unspoken ‘permission’ that Cade was so worried about.
Grainger sits up slowly, warily, like he wonders if he might have to get into it with Beast. But no, Beast waits patiently, arms crossed over his chest.
“You watch us?” Cade growls out, and I remember yet again how damn possessive he is. Me marrying Beast is a huge blow to his ego, his pride … and his heart? If he even has one. Beast just shrugs which could really mean anything, but that seems to be enough to assuage Grainger. “You are one, twisted motherfucker. If I were marrying Gidget …” He trails off with another harsh laugh, sitting up and then chucking my sweatpants at me. Put them on NOW, is what his gaze says.
