Page 114 of Filthy Little Pretties

Her moans turn to yells and then earth-shattering screams as she comes, squeezing her legs so tightly that it feels like she could break me.

“Grey!”

But it doesn’t stop me. I never want to fucking stop. I want to live here, wake here, and never be without her. I keep pounding into her as her hands slip, bringing books down from the shelf around us.

“Fuck,” I roar as I come hard, filling her with my seed and kissing her long and brutally.

I hold her in place for the longest time, exhausted, all my breath heaving out of me. Her fingers trace my broad shoulders, weaving through my hair and back down. I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, my heart slowing, and lean down to kiss her neck gently, feeling myself begin to leak out of her. She hasn’t let go of me, clinging to me, as she starts to spread soft gentle kisses over my face and lips. I pull her from the bookcase, the hand on her waist wrapping around her back as I move us backward. Her eyes lock to mine, a smile peeking out on her lips. I set her to her feet slowly, letting her legs drift from my waist.

My jeans are open, hanging at the top of my ass, as I step away from her and shove them down, feeling my softening cock hit my leg. I step out of my pants as she gives a tiny frown, already moving toward me.

“Come here,” I say, standing fully nude and reaching for her, as she completes my sentence. “Too far away.”

She steps into my hold, uncaring of the juices leaking onto her thigh, or the smell of sex in the room because she wants what I want—us.

Donovan

WE’VE BEEN LYING IN HISbed for hours, unaware of anything else. Nobody knocked, and we haven’t checked on anything. It’s been me and Grey. Holed up and cozy. We fucked in the library like two lions mating and then came back to his room, hid under the covers on his bed, and said everything we ever kept a secret from one another. It’s like a dream.

My hands are tucked under my cheek as I lie naked, facing his beautiful face, so close, listening to him tell me about the first time he knew I was the one.

“You were so sad that day but the whole time trying to reassure us. I thought you were an angel. Thinking of us when your family had just fallen apart and you were being taken away from everything you loved. But it wasn’t then that I really knew…it was after you left.”

“After? Distance made your heart grow fonder, huh?” I giggle as his finger traces down the slope of my nose.

“Nah. When you left, I tried to beat up your dad. Like really tried. Punched, kicked, scratched. Whatever I could do.”

My eyes pop open, and I push to sitting up, the blanket pooling at my waist.

“What? Are you serious? Aww, little Grey tried to beat up my dad.”

He smiles before pulling me to him, eliciting a squeal from me as he presses my naked chest to his. “I did. But, also, I realized that you’re the only one I fight for. Always. Because I love you.”

“What did my father do?” I question, leaning in and running my nose up his jaw.

“He held me still and said, ‘It’s good she has someone who can love her.’ And I never stopped—from that day.”

So much about what he says makes me want to cry. My father saying “can” because hecouldn’t, notdidn’tlove me. The vision of little Grey, scrawny and cracked voice, trying to pummel his way through everyone to get to me. Big Grey still doing the same. God, I love this man.

“I love you too,” he mouths, answering my thoughts.

His eyes are so damn tender when he does it, but his hands are firm against my back, pulling me closer. “Kiss me, Cherry.”

My lips lower, brushing his, before dipping in between and dragging them softly over his bottom lip. I pull back, brushing our noses back and forth over each other.

“Do you forgive me, yet?” he hums along my jaw, as he begins a slow assault on my neck.

“Yes. You made it impossible not to, with the whole ‘I love you’ nonsense.” He laughs again, tickling my skin as I add, “Unless you want to try and fuck me into submission again, because then I’ll hold a grudge forever.”

He bites at my ear, and I giggle, squirming against him.

“Say it again,” he whispers into my lips as I smile.

“I love you.”

His deep growl tickles my neck as we roll to the side, facing each other with his arms wrapped around me.

“I love you, Donovan. So fucking much.”