Page 173 of Pucking Mad About You


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Gray swallows. “I thought we were going out with the guys tonight.”

“We are,” I say. I reach down and start undoing her pants.

She grabs for my hands. “What are you doing?” she whisper-hisses.

“If I’m going to make it the next few hours until I can get you home, I need to fuck you now.”

Her eyes widen. “Now? Sully and Dean are right outside the door. They’ll know-”

“Let them know,” I say. “And if they’re doing their jobs, they’ll keep us from being interrupted.”

As if on cue, we hear voices outside the door, and I distinctly here Dean say, “You can’t go in right now.” Give that man a fucking raise.

I finish undoing Gray’s pants and pull them down her hips. She sighs as she kicks off her shoes, then takes her jeans and panties the rest of the way off as I pull out my cock and open my wallet to grab a condom. When I open the pocket, though…It’s empty.

“Fuck!” I say. “I forgot to reload my wallet.”

Gray shakes her head. “We don’t need a condom. I have an IUD, and I just got my test results this morning. I’m clear. Come inside me.”

Her words go straight to my balls.

“Fuuck, Gray,” I say, drawing out the word. “Are you sure?”

She nods. “I’m sure.”

I push my jeans further down my hips and lift her up, pinning her between me and the wall. She reaches down and lines me up, and I slide her down onto my cock as she wraps her legs around my waist. We both groan as her pussy swallows me up. I’ve never gone in bare before, and doing it for the first time with Gray is a religious experience.

“God damn it, baby,” I whisper against her ear as I start to thrust. “My fucking angel.”

She smiles. “My naughty demon.”

I drive deeper as her body thuds softly against the wall. Gray clamps a hand over her mouth to stifle her cry, but I pull it away.

“Let them hear you. I want everyone to know you’re fucking mine.”

“I’m yours,” she says, half delirious with rapture.

“Yes, you are,” I say with a smile.

And I prove to her just how extraordinary she is.

Epilogue

A Little Over Four Months Later

Gray

There’s a package for Ash on the front porch when I get back from shopping, and I pick it up on my way in. We leave tomorrow for the first game of the Stanley Cup, and I was out buying a new outfit for good luck. I rarely buy myself new clothes unless I need them for a special occasion, or unless Celena forces me to buy something for myself, but I decided that the Hydra playing for the Cup on their second season in existence counted as a special occasion.

“Something came for you,” I tell Ash as I put the box on the counter.

He’s getting ready to make dinner, but he drops what he’s doing to come look at the package.

“Yes, perfect!” he says, picking it up. “Just in time.”

“What is it?” I ask.

He steals an arm around me and pulls me close for a kiss. “A new toy. Do you want to test it now or after dinner?”