Page 17 of Guy (House of Frazier #4)

“Touch your pussy.” Gladly, she thought and moved her hand down to her own femininity.

The heat coming off herself was amazing.

As she slid her fingers into her sheath, she moaned and then heard Guy growl.

Whatever she’d done, she was going to do it again to have him fucking her this way.

Humming a tune that she didn’t know the words to, she knew he was having a hard time keeping pace as he pulled free of her mouth.

The first bit of cum splashed her in the face.

The next was her lips and mouth. Even as he fisted his cock, she helped by fondling his balls and hoping to have them empty completely on her.

Rubbing the cum into her breasts, she nearly missed him telling her to stop when he did.

Christ, she was on fire for him to allow her to come.

“Stand up.” She did so, but apparently not fast enough.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her right up off the floor.

Before she could remember not to come, she was crying out with the release that had her nearly buckling to the floor again.

Then she felt the wood of the wall behind her when he pressed her into it. “I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes.” He lifted her up just enough that she could feel her pussy at his groin.

When he slammed deep inside of her, she cried out again, but more for pain than pleasure.

As soon as he started plowing her—there was no other word for it, she put her hands over his shoulders and held on.

Bumping her head on the wall, she bit her lip, trying to keep herself from coming again without his permission.

Nuzzling her throat, she laid back her head, giving him whatever he wanted.

As soon as his tongue slid over her pounding pulse, she knew that he was going to bite her.

Leaning more to give him all of her, she screamed when his teeth grazed over her throat.

Closing her eyes to the onslaught of emotions and colors swirling around her head, she lost consciousness when he bit down on her neck just below her ear.

It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds that she’d fainted, but when she woke up, Guy was coming deep inside of her.

Digging her nails into his shoulders, she held onto him as he licked at her throat once again and told her he had her.

The next thing she knew, he was coming a second time and telling her—no commanding her to come with him.

Amber had had sex before. She’d even had a couple of climaxes, but nothing could have prepared her for the assault of emotions that caught her breath. It didn’t just catch her breath, but took it away and stopped her heart from beating at the same time. Then once again she lost consciousness.

When she woke, she was in the biggest bed she’d ever seen. And lying right next to her was Guy. He was leaning on his hand, staring at her. She’d never been so embarrassed in her life until that moment. Leaning in, he kissed her on the mouth before smiling at her.

“I’ve never done anything like that before. Being rough during sex. Did I hurt you?” She said she was kind of afraid to move right now. “I’m sore, all over my body. I think, too, I might have pulled some of your hair out. I’m profoundly sorry for that, too.”

“Let me get up and go to the bathroom.” He didn’t just move so that she could, but got out of bed to help her.

Between her legs was sore, and she winced twice when sliding her legs off the bed.

Telling him she was sore, she touched the top of her head too and felt the tenderness of her scalp.

“I’m sore. Very much so. And so you know, I’ve never wanted that kind of sex before, and I loved it. ”

He helped her to the bathroom, and when she was finished, she decided to take a shower. Amber wasn’t sure she was going to be able to move to clean herself up, so she was glad that Guy joined her. He took the nice sponge from her and filled it with the soap that was on the top of the tile.

“I don’t know that I’d want to order you around like that again because it took a lot out of me to do it.

But I really enjoyed it as well.” He washed her hair back then, her hair while she stood under the hot spray.

“I’ve fallen in love with you, Amber. I don’t know when, but while I watched you sleep, I realized that I think I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you at the bank. ”

After rinsing her hair, she turned to look at him.

While he did look a great deal like his brothers, there was something so natural about him.

He didn’t comb his hair in any fancy way—none of them did that, but he just seemed to run his fingers through it, and that was the end of his grooming.

He could look dressed up, she was sure, but she loved the way that he just looked like he stepped out of the shower with her.

“I’m falling in love with you as well. I don’t know why, you’ve been a brute, but I am falling for you.

” He promised her that he’d change his ways so that she could be someone that she could be proud of.

“I don’t want you to change for me. I want you to change for you and only if you want to.

I can live with the brute now that I know what you said to me. I do love you, Guy. Very much so.”

They kissed, a long, lingering one, then she washed his back and chest. She couldn’t do his hair as he’d done to hers because he was taller than her. But she did enjoy running the sponge over his chest when they were playing around.

“No more sex today.” He laughed, then smiled at her.

Telling her that he didn’t think he could go another round right now had her laughing.

The place on her neck where he’d bitten her was tender and a little sore, but she knew too that he’d marked her as his and that was fine by her.

She was in love with Guy, and she wanted the whole world to know it.

She was feeling better after the shower. In fact, the two of them made the bed together, and she got to ask him about the mattress. He told her that he was a big guy and had found this larger than life bed and had a mattress made for it.

“It fits my body and there is plenty enough room for you too.” She hadn’t felt crowded in the bed now that he’d mentioned it. “I’ve only had it for about a week, and now that you’re going to be sharing a bed with me, I think it’s perfect.”

Breakfast was only cereal and toast. She didn’t have to get up and make hers because Guy was being the perfect gentleman.

As they talked about their day, she told him that she really needed to go to the bank and set herself up an account so that she could get to some money.

He told her that he’d put her name on his accounts, and if she wanted to put her money in that account, he’d not bother it.

“I like that we’ll share an account. We can share bills too.

My parents used to pay something from their own accounts.

My dad paid the mortgage, and my mom would pay the electric.

It worked out well for them, but if either of them went over one month, they’d have to borrow it from the other person and pay them back.

I always thought that was silly. Two people should share the same account and bills.

Is that all right with you?” He told her that as far as he knew, his parents never paid bills, so whatever she set up, he’d be fine with it.

“All right. Also, the money that you gave me to lend to my brother. I’ll pay you back. ”

“You just said we’d share bills. As far as I’m concerned, all that I have is yours, and all that you have is yours as well.

I rarely spend money on myself, but I have been spending money on the house.

I love how it makes me feel to have new things around me.

They don’t have to be modern, just new to me.

I love having things that make us comfortable. ”

After breakfast, they cleaned up the little bit of mess they’d made and made their way to the bank.

Guy drove his car there as it had gotten colder overnight, and there was about six more inches of snow on the ground.

While out and about, they decided to get some groceries as well as a few things for the bedroom that they now shared.

She needed her own shampoo and body wash, and it was exciting for her to smell the scents with Guy to have him pick out the one he liked the most.

~*~

Guy felt better than he had in weeks, more like years.

As they were shopping, he kept his eyes out for not just her family but his as well.

Not that he’d avoid his own family, but they were having fun just being a couple, and he didn’t want anyone to intrude on their time together.

He knew as soon as he got back to the house, he was going to have to work again, and he didn’t mind it so much.

It was fun again, writing instead of him sneaking away to hide from his housemate.

The book was going better than he thought that any had before.

The words just seemed to flow onto the page, and he liked that when he read back over it, there were few mistakes—like none that he could find.

He knew that he was looking at it with fresh eyes and would miss a few things, but that’s what he had a wonderful editor for. To make him shine.

Paying for the cartload of things that they found, Guy didn’t even look at the sales slip when it was put into the bag.

He was feeling too right with the world to make a big deal out of anything so trivial as something small rung up incorrectly.

When they were headed to the door, he saw his brother Edmond.

There was no avoiding him once he saw them.