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CHAPTER 29

Grayson

The resort was crawling with people, but as far as I was concerned there was only one person I was focused on.

My sister and her friends continued to drink and converse, the sun beating down on us and everyone within the courtyard. I watched as Henry spun his sister around the dance floor, smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I liked seeing this side of him—even if it was because of the several glasses of wine we’d been tasting .

I knew somewhere deep beneath the surface, this was who Henry was. He just needed someone to remind him.

“Excuse me,” I said to no one in particular, as I made my way through the crowd toward the dance floor.

“Wait for me, Gray!” Julie crooned behind me, but I wasn’t concerned about her.

I wasn’t concerned about anyone except the fine specimen in front of me, who was lighting up the damn room. I saw the way the women on the floor were looking at him, and even some of the guys at the picnic tables I passed.

Possession swelled inside of me.

Mine.

That one is all mine.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I drawled as I approached a pink-cheeked Mia, who almost instantly backed away from her brother.

Up close together, the family resemblance was obvious. They both had the same eyes, the same perfect bone structure. But the dark hair and eyes on Henry were much more sultry than the dark hair and blue eyes his sister sported, not to mention his perfect, luscious lips.

Lips that I want to taste over and over again.

Lips that I want wrapped around my cock right about now.

“Oh, it’s fine, Gray,” Mia said with a hiccup, followed by a giggle.

Something sparkled in Henry’s eyes as he crossed his arms, his black polo making his golden tan stand out all the more.

“My dance card is full,” he said brattily, turning away from me. But I could see the hint of a smirk on his lips.

So, Henry wants to play.

“Perhaps you can make an exception,” I whispered in his ear, shifting just so he could feel my arousal against his thigh.

As expected, his eyes widened, flashing to mine, filled with heat.

The music was loud, and Henry looked back at his sister, who was now dancing with Giselle and Julie in a circle, the three of them laughing like little kids.

I slid my hand around Henry’s hip, pulling him toward me once more. The band struck up their next chords, something about she’d tell them what she really, really wanted… a melody and words that were achingly familiar, but I couldn’t quite place. The bass was thick, and it was some semi-dark electronic beat that sounded more like a heartbeat than a song. The woman crooned huskily.

Henry swayed his hips back and forth to the music, moving in tandem as I pulled myself closer, acutely aware that everyone could see us.

But I didn’t care. I wanted them to see us. I wanted everybody in fucking Brideshead to see what was mine.

“Everyone calls you Gray,” he murmured. “Everyone but me.”

I let out a dark chuckle.

“Is that what you want me to call you? Gray?” he asked hazily.

I hooked his chin under my knuckle, forcing him to look up at me. In his eyes, I could see a heat that was unmatched by any sun, any flame. I liked the sound of my name on his tongue, no matter how he said it. But something about the way he used my nickname, caused every nerve in my body to short circuit.

“You can call me whatever you want, baby,” I whispered drunkenly as I pressed my lips to his.

To his own inebriation, Henry did not fight me. Instead, he melted against me like butter, groaning into my mouth, making my already hard cock twitch with anticipation.

“Gray...” he groaned my name, swinging his hips to the music, his dark eyes flashing at me with lustful haze.

“Yes, baby?” I responded breathlessly.

“Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” he asked, his cheeks red with heat.

“Need some air?” I asked, running my hands through his hair, feeling the heat of his flush.

Henry nodded as my fingers traced over his jaw, over his pout.

“Follow me,” I commanded, squeezing his hand as I pulled him away from the dance floor.

“Where are we going?” he asked breathlessly.

I led him through the winding stone pathway, away from the noise, away from the drunken patrons and our wedding party.

Until I found just the place.

The underpass was much cooler, being in the shade, and it was also less populated. I pulled Henry to the side, into a darkened alcove, surrounded by potted plants and trees.

Henry’s breathing was rapid, his cheeks still flushed.

“Gray—”

Before he could get the rest of the words out, desire took over, and I shoved him up against the stone arch.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you were up there? How many people were undressing you with their fucking eyeballs?” I nipped.

Henry ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” I said as I took his face in my hands.

“Does that bother you?” he asked, his lips parted just enough to draw my attention.

Fuck , his mouth was so god damn perfect.

“You are mine, ” I said, gripping his hips as I thrust myself against him. “I don’t like anyone else thinking they can have you,” I breathed.

“I don’t want anyone else,” Henry said hopelessly.

“Show me,” I growled.

Henry snapped my buttons like a damn powder keg, picking up exactly what I was throwing down.

“What if... what if we get caught?”

Well, that wasn’t a no.

“You’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you, baby?”

Henry slid his hand in between the slit in my boxers, his thumb brushing over my head swiftly. He kept his gaze trained on mine as I watched him slide down my legs to the ground.

I reached out, threading my fingers through his hair, licking my lips as I watched him take me into his mouth.

His tongue rolled around me and he lurched forward on his knees, forcing me into the back of his throat with a deep groan.

“Fuck,” I cursed as his warm mouth cradled me. I tightened my fingers in his hair.

“You like that?” I asked, my voice dark and gravelly, gripping his hair and holding him to me, not giving him the chance to speak. But his grunts and groans were enough of a confirmation, as was the obvious bulge in his pants.

“What was that?” I asked, pulling him off of me so I could get a good glimpse at him. His perfect pout was swollen from kissing and sucking me, and his pupils were dilated beyond belief. He was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Yes,” Henry breathed.

“Show me. Show me how much you want this cock,” I spat, my words full of command, jealousy, and desire.

Make me yours, baby.

Henry didn’t miss a beat as he took me down once more, sucking, licking, and rolling his tongue, deep, unrelenting groans of satisfaction emanating from his throat, vibrating through my cock.

“Fuck, Henry!” I cried, forgetting all about being quiet.

I didn’t care if anyone saw us.

I wanted them to see.

Wanted everyone to know Henry was mine, and I was his.

I thought Henry swallowed every drop of me, because all my senses disappeared the moment I came, erupting in his throat like a fountain.

When I pulled him up from his knees, intent on buttoning my pants, Henry surprised me by going in for a sloppy, wet kiss, his mouth full of my load.

I fumbled with my pants as Henry rubbed his hardness against me, unloading my salty release into my mouth.

God, he is perfect.

Like the gracious man I was, I accepted it without hesitation, swallowing it like a champ.

Henry’s kiss was unhinged. The slightest gasp of ecstasy escaped him, and I knew.

He fell against me, into our heat-filled kiss, an absolute mess.

We were both an absolute mess.

But in that space of disaster we were a perfect storm. Henry was rumbling, terrifying thunder, and I was bright, electrical lightning. An electric, perfect match.

I pulled away, taking in the sight of him in all his glory.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I murmured, sliding my hand over his ass and cupping his cheek in my palm with a squeeze.

“Yeah, you are,” he whispered back.

The music carried above us, and I was aware we needed to get back to the group. But I didn’t care about the wine festival or listening to another one of Riley’s dumb student stories.

A lazy grin spread on my face at his words, his genuine praise.

Fuck, I am.

I only cared about one thing.

“Mine,” I whispered, kissing him gently.

“What?” Henry’s voice was so soft I barely heard him.

“You’re mine,” I repeated. “And you’re pretty hot too.” I teased.

Henry looked up at me with glassy eyes. “You mean it?” he asked, his voice shaky.

I nodded, sliding my hand through his hair, gripping the strands once more and pulling his mouth to mine, my gaze falling on his. The world was a blur as I answered.

“Absolutely, baby.”