Page 147 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
He seems to pick up on that, and I swear, I can just feel that annoying overconfidence of his oozing out to coat my sweaty skin.
I shouldn’t let him do this; I should make him rest. I should ride him, at the very least.
I like it too much to be rational, unfortunately.
Cade works himself in and out of me as I grind my clit against the couch arm, feeling the initial heat of a climax in my core. I don’t want it to come too quickly, so I hold back, stopping that frantic grinding as Grainger readjusts his hand, sliding it up and under my shirt so that he can wrench the cups of my bra down. He frees my tits, making them swing with each one of his thrusts. He kneads them, too, greedily, obsessively, like they belong to him and him alone.
I’m forced to keep my back arched, to make sure that Cade has access to my breasts, to my suddenly painful nipples. He ignores them though, more concerned with the round globes in his palm than the pert pink points.
His balls slap against me as he ruts hard and fast, adjusting the tilt of my hips so that his movements stimulate my clit. Shit. I don’t want to come for this asshole, but he’s pushing me hard. And then, as if he’s been waiting for just the right moment, he tweaks my nipple and pleasure arcs through me like a sword, nearly severing my brain from the rest of my body.
I’m mindless, pushing back against him, searching for release.
Grainger pulls out suddenly, and then he’s shooting ropes of white seed onto my ass.
“Love ya, Gidge,” he says, and even though he’s trying to be a prick, he also means what he says. He slips out of his vest and shirt as I push myself up onto my palms, glancing back to see what he’s doing. He wipes me down, cleaning me up fairly well before he moves away and chucks the dirty items in his bedroom hamper.
He comes back fairly quickly and notices that Sin has emptied the whiskey bottle.
“Shit, you really hate this, don’t you?” he asks with a laugh, accepting a fresh bottle from Beast instead. I was so into Grainger that I didn’t even see him grab it. Gross.
“And you love it, don’t you?” Sin grinds out, his agitation palpable. I never really expected it, that he’d be the one who had the hardest time sharing. He’s more dominant than I thought.
I look up and meet Crown’s eyes, but he’s already rising to his feet and taking off his belt. He must sense that Sin is nowhere near ready for this. I just hope that he can get there—and quick. I want him tonight. I want to complete this circle.
“Were you worried about me tonight, Mr. VP?” I query and Crown gives me a very harsh look.
“Gidget, I thought you were going to die.” He moves over to me and takes my face in his hands, the first of the men to kiss me that night. His mouth is such a beautiful sin that I sigh against it, leaving my palms braced on the arm of the couch as his tongue slides against mine. Instead of surrendering to it, I fight him for control of the kiss, and he laughs. I love the way that sound feathers against my mouth. I could drink it in; I could consume it. “You like that though, don’t you? Making me worry.”
“I like seeing proof of your feelings,” I admit, closing my eyes and tasting a bit of whiskey on my lips from our kiss. “We’ve been through so much. It’s been years of push and pull, and I’m ready to be done with it. I just want to know that you’re here for me. That even if you can’t marry me on paper, that you’ll marry me anyway.”
Crown gives a slight downturn of his lips, but not in anger or frustration, more like in contemplation. He reaches down and flicks the button on his jeans, and I watch as he frees his cock from his boxers. He isn’t like a lot of men. He doesn’t have a particular type of underwear that he likes. He seems to mix it up. Sometimes, he doesn’t wear any at all.
It’s an interesting, unpredictable streak inside of Crown’s comforting reliability.
“If I weren’t such a gentleman,” he starts, and I laugh. I laugh with my leather pants shoved down my hips and my bare cunt exposed, my lips glossy from kissing Crown. He narrows his green eyes on me, and I smirk at him, lifting both brows as if to ask really, though? “I’d give you the ring now. Instead, I’m more likely to take you to dinner and get down on one knee.”
