Page 57 of Ever After

I pinch my eyebrows together. “You’re telling me all this like you won’t be in there with me. I’m not saving myself and leaving you here for the wolves.”

He doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives me is enough.You just might have to.

We climb into bed and turn on the TV, relaxing into each other. I lay my head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around my shoulders, protecting me. It’s nice. It’snormal.He finds some random show to put on that serves as background noise. I’m aware of the solid mass of muscles pressed against me. I shift in the bed, trying to ward off the insatiable need. It’s like he can feel it, too. His breathing becomes ragged as I trail my fingers down his bare torso.

He tries to speak, and I press my lips to his, effectively silencing him. Our tongues intertwine as our light touches become needy and rough. I grip his large, muscular arms as he presses me into the mattress, caging me in under him.

I need this man like I need my next breath of air. I push back on him and climb on top, straddling his lap, the blankets falling off my bare back. His hands land on my hips, and he grips them and helps me rock them back and forth over his stiff length.

Lifting my hips, I line him up and sink down onto him. The first push, it’s like heaven and hell wrapped up in one. I flutter my eyes closed, and he grips my hips, a groan of ecstasy sounding from deep in his chest. I clench and relax around him as my body works on accommodating his girth. We moan into each other’s mouths, and I lift my hips and slide back down slowly, my hands resting on his chest for support.

“Fuck, Finley, you feel amazing.”

He places his hands on my back and sits up, leaning forward to take my nipple in his mouth to nibble on it. I arch my back, pressing further into his mouth, needing more,wantingmore. Faster, we move, and his grip on me tightens. He thrusts up as fast and as hard as he can.

He pulls me off him and tosses me on the bed, then he stands at the edge. He drags me back so my hips are flush with his, presses my chest into the mattress, and pushes back in. This angle is so much more intense. I can feel him so deep inside of me as he hits my g-spot repeatedly.

“Oh, God, Grayson. I’m gonna come,” I mewl.

“Come for me, beautiful.”

I shake and try to crawl away from him, the orgasm too intense. He holds me in place, forcing me to endure it. I moan, and my eyes roll back as my legs give out. He finishes right after me, pumping everything into me. He bends and kisses the back of my neck as he slides out of me.

He crawls into bed and pulls me against him. Neither one of us needs to talk. We’re content lying there with one another, enjoying each other’s company.

Grayson

This woman never ceases to amaze me. Her auburn hair cascades down her shoulders and back as she lies on top of me. Her breathing has evened out, and I think she’s fallen asleep. I don’t want to wake her. She needs sleep after everything she’s been through.

“Finley,” I whisper. She grunts her response. “Why don’t we get cleaned up and get you back in bed?”

She yawns and stretches then rolls to her side, facing away from me. I walk into the bathroom and get a warm face cloth to clean us both up. She turns her upper body toward me, watching as I stride closer to her.

“Let me clean you up, babe.”

She opens her legs for me and watches as I run the warm cloth over her delicate form. Her eyes are focused on my hands and the gentle way I clean her up. I take the washcloth back to the bathroom and hang it up. When I return, she’s lying on her side again, her knees pulled to her chest.

“Finley, I’m here. We can figure this out together. Talk to me, please.”

She ignores me and keeps her body in a tight ball. I wrap my body around hers, trying to comfort her with my strength. My arm is draped over her waist, and my fingers are spayed over her stomach. Her body shakes under my touch, and her tears splash against my arm under her neck.

“Shh,” I coo. “Everything’s going to be fine. You’re safe with me.”

“For how long, though?”

The words cut me like a knife.

I don’t know.I want to tell her she is safe with me forever, but I can’t promise that either.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and it’s an unknown number. I ignore it, sending it to voicemail, and cuddle back down into her. The phone rings again—same number.

I pick it up and talk through clenched teeth. “Hello?”

“Grayson?” a female voice asks.

I harden my voice. “Who is this?”

“Someone that wants to help you and Finley. I have a plan, but we need to meet.”