Page 160 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
“Goddamn it, Grainger,” I snap, and he smiles. It isn’t a nice smile.
“Get your ass on my bike. Now.” He releases me and stalks off, and I resist the urge to scream as he goes. But I follow him. Of course I do.
We don’t even make it in the front door before we’re kissing, hands grabbing greedily at one another’s clothes like they’ve committed cardinal sins. We both taste like ash and rainwater, but who cares?
I stumble on the rug near the front door, but Grainger keeps me upright with his hands on my waist, growling at me as I shrug out of my jacket. Since it belongs to Beast, and I’m trying to be respectful, I hang it on the peg to my right.
Cade gives me such a dark, disturbing look that goose bumps break out across my skin.
“Really?” he hisses, biting my lower lip so hard that I cry out. “You hung your jacket up when I’m about to fuck you?”
“I—” I start, but Cade is just done with me, pushing me back and releasing me at the same time. He slips his cut and shirt off and tosses them to the floor, stalking toward me like a monster who’s just scented his mate.
I should probably run, or at least make my way into his bedroom. Instead, I find myself backing up and sitting down heavy on the steps of the staircase. We’re all alone now—no Grey, no Reba, no Fem, and all the other guys are working—so the house should feel empty and sad.
It doesn’t.
It’s charged.
Every air molecule in that house is vibrating with the toxic passion between me and Grainger. He descends on me hard and fast, pressing me into the staircase as he tears my shirt off and shoves my bra down so that my swollen, heavy tits fall out of their cups.
I can already see what this is for both of us: a fear fuck.
We’re both afraid. Afraid that this could be the last time we have sex with one another. Afraid that the world will be a different place come the end of the day tomorrow.
Even though it seems silly, almost inane, for us to be fucking right now, it’s imperative.
Grainger shoves his pants down as he tears mine over my hips, yanking them down and then growling when my boot gets in the way. He chucks it off, pulls the pants over that one leg and leaves them to hang off the other.
He mounts me right there on the staircase, his fingers digging into my scalp, his mouth eating at mine with frenzied, primal hunger. He’s rutting me against the stairs as I arch my back into him, my bare breasts scraping his naked chest.
His pecs are so hard that they provide just the right amount of pressure for my nipples, stirring up heat that travels straight down to my core. I’m so wet that there’s this messy slapping sound as Grainger shoves into me with desperation, seeking the end of me, bottoming out as I gasp and hold him to me.
Please don’t let this be the last time we’re together like this, I pray. Once again, I don’t know who it is that I’m praying to. It doesn’t matter. I send the wish out into the universe, letting the energy of our joined bodies carry the message up into heaven and down into the depths of hell.
If it reaches the ears of any sort of divine being, I hope they take me up on my plea.
I’ve had a hard life. I’m going to have a hard life. I only want and need this one thing: this new family that I’m making. My boys, my dog, and my baby. Please, please, please.
Cade groans as he shoves into me again, spilling his seed with a shudder that travels through his entire body, making him quiver as he collapses on top of me. We stay there for a moment before he’s pulling back and lifting me into my arms.
“Grainger,” I murmur, nuzzling against him as he lets me cling to his neck, supporting me with one arm as he yanks his jeans up with the other. Once he’s sure they aren’t going to tangle around his ankles, he supports me more fully, carrying me into his bedroom.
He lays me reverently out on his bed and then takes a moment to stare down at me, watching as I slip my bra off fully and toss it to the floor. My remaining boot is next, my pants and underwear last.
Then I stay where I am, naked and bare to his eyes and his heart.
“Oh Gidge,” he grinds out, like he’s in pain. “You’re a blessing for my cursed heart. What did I do to deserve this?” He looks away, swiping at his face with his hand. “I should’ve introduced you to my mom a long time ago. My brother. I should’ve taken you to lunch or some shit and let them see what an amazing woman I had.”
