“My boys miss me,” I pout. I’ve grown very attached to his dogs. Though we hadn’t seen each other much this week outside of sleepovers, I’ve grown obsessed with loving on those two mongrels.
“Sit.” The single word is a command. The bass in Gray’s voice is not meant to be questioned.
Taking a small step forward, his fingers flex against my bare thighs. My knees slowly bend as I lower myself to sit on his stomach. The bare skin of his torso hot against my naked core, more torturous than it should be.
“Better?”
“Not there.” My brow arches high. The low, growled words shooting straight to the clenching muscles of my core.
Leaning forward, I capture his lips in a kiss. Our mouths slanting together and hungry. Lust burning behind his gaze when I pull away. “Where?”
He doesn’t answer me, only gripping my waist to guide me forward until I’m perched on his chest. “Up.” Standing slightly at his command, he drags me forward again, this time my naked pussy shoved onto his face.
The flat of his tongue immediately laps at my swollen flesh. “Fuck, Gray. St—”
The words die on my lips as his tongue enters me. His hold on my hips forcing me to grind down onto his face. The rock of my pelvis involuntary as he devours me.
My fingers dig into his forearms, my entire body alive.
A slight extension of my legs allows me to almost hover over his face, but his grip on me tightens. His strength enough to impale me on his tongue.
My hand slams into the headboard, grinding into his face so hard I might smother him. Yet, I can’t find it in me to care. He feels too good. That tongue unraveling me while riling up a violent storm in my lower belly.
“Gray… You… Can you…” The words are barely more than panting breaths.
The tip of his nose brushes my clit. The added sensation shoving me closer to the edge of falling to pieces.
My teeth dig into my lower lip when he lifts me just enough to speak.
“Boss, I’m fine. You taste so good. Make a cowboy happy and keep riding my face.”
I nearly come from his words alone. The filth that exits Gray’s mouth is enough to make a woman combust. But I do as he says, riding his face while he sinks his tongue into my core while rubbing tight circles against my pulsing clit.
“Fuck, Gray… I’m going to—” He only doubles his efforts. My orgasm is right there, ready to burst forward and send me tumbling over the edge when my phone rings.
A ringtone specific to the hospital numbers.
Reaching for it, I expect Gray to stop, but he doesn’t as I answer with a breathy, “Hello.”
Only the doctor on the other end of the line stops me. Her voice strained, stealing every bit of pleasure for that forty-second recap. “I’ll be right in.”
Still, Gray doesn’t stop, my release barreling through me seconds later. As my body collapses onto my side of the bed, I can barely breathe. Gray’s face and soaked beard coming into view above me mere moments later.
That boyish grin spreads, his fingers brushing my hair off my face. “Now you can go be Dr. Thompson.”
Fuck. Me.
Chapter 15
River
ThelastthingIwanted to do was leave that bed after that mind-blowing orgasm Gray gave me this afternoon. I lay there for twenty minutes before I even felt stable enough to stumble into the bathroom, shower, and then dress.
My car is still at Gran’s, so he dropped me at the hospital, where I walked into an absolute shit show.
High school athletes and freak accidents never go well together. The kid shattered his pelvis, snapped his femur, and fractured his tibia. One wrong tackle, and he ended up on the operating table. That’s not even accounting for all the soft tissue and ligament damage.
He’ll recover fine. He’ll run and jump again, but his football career is likely over. And I’ll be the one to tell him that in time. He’ll come to see me in the office once he’s discharged, that hope to return either burning bright in his eyes or the devastation of knowing it’s all over dulling them. It’ll be a year of rehab and establishing his gait and strength. He has a long road ahead of him.
