Page 92 of Not Her Day to Die

I can’t even remember why I was.

Because now? I am anything but angry.

“This is what you do to me, Sunday!” Grayson growls. “I don’t think, I just act. You’re making me lose my mind, but I don’t”–he slams all the way in and I let out a garbled scream–“even care!”

He is unyielding as he thrusts me relentlessly into the desk, my knees scraping against the wood, my arms tugged all the way back, as he uses them as leverage, my clit rubbing on the edge.

The stimulation is jolting,unexpected. I tense as it ramps up the intensity of this moment.

Of fucking Grayson. Of Grayson losing his cool. Of popping the balloon of our connection.

A balloon that was filled with helium and the residual is making me mindless, giddy.

This is momentous.

His cock curves upwards, into a deliciously pleasure-filled spot as if it were made specifically for me.

“Fuck!” The word is a prayer he expels as he continues his relentless beat.

Over and over. My skin pressing into the hard edges of the desk below. My desire filters heavily through the discomfort.

And just as I feel my legs might give way, he is withdrawing entirely.

A disgruntled hiss is all I have time to make before he is flipping me over, leaning me back on the desk and slamming into me again.

This time, face-to-face, I am able to take in the intensity of his gaze, the clenching of his jaw, the tattoos that litter his skin.

He reaches out one hand, bracketing around both my wrists, his other wedging between us for my clit.

Slowing his pace, he switches to long hard snaps of his hips as he rubs me. Watching for my reaction, it doesn’t take long for him to ramp me right up to the edge.

I was on a perilous cliff of unease when I first ran into this room and now he has thrown me onto a vastly different one. When the pressure is nearly to the point, he stills inside me.

Grumbling, I attempt to find my own relief, but he pushes me down, using his weight to his advantage.

“You are breathtaking.” He rolls his hips, pinching my clit simultaneously. “For the first time in my entire existence I don’t feel alone.” He thrusts, pushing down onto my wrists, bending over me, his lips centimeters from mine. “And it is because ofyou,” the last word is a growl.

And then he is consuming me.

Rocking into me with a delicious rhythm, his lips hot and chaotic as they fight for control.

It doesn’t take long for it all to become too much. For my body to spring. And then I am screaming into him as my pleasure explodes throughout me. Over and over again, the waves of ecstasy roll through me, but he still doesn’t let up.

And just when I think I may hit a point that breaches my bliss, he stills inside of me, his cock pulsating.

He appraises me with soft intense eyes. “I love you, Sunday. My baby girl. The most stubborn and ridiculously bullheaded woman I know.” His eyes are warm as he offers my nose a gentle peck. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” He places a chaste kiss on the tip of my nose.

My heart expands in my chest. “I love you too, Grayson.” And I mean it, even if there is still a layer of guilt, I do love him. I am in love with him.

He releases my wrists, gently tucking my hair as best he can behind my ears.

Tears form in my eyes. At the realization of what this means.

It feels as if, in this moment, Grayson has broken through all of my doubts and worries of how a relationship with all three brothers would work.

And now all I feel ishope.

Hope that we will finally have the happiness we all deserve and spend the rest of our lives in each other’s arms.