I nodded.
Grym gripped my waist and lifted me.
I braced myself, hands on his shoulders, and moved up and down on Grym’s cock, fucking myself slow and steady, allowing the pleasure to build in slow, gentle waves.
“That’s it,A stor. That’s it.” Grym’s voice was thick with passion. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, but he let me take what I wanted.
When Grym wrapped his hand around my cock, I knew he was close. The strain showed in his expression. His passion for me was unmistakable.
The pleasure built in my core, and when I finally spilled over, I couldn’t hold Grym’s gaze. Come, covering Grym’s chest.
Grym cursed just before he took over the thrusts. He fucked into me a few more times before he moaned. He bottomed out and held it. “Oh, baby.”
I pressed my forehead to Grym’s as he finished. “A stor, right?”
“That’s right.” He breathed each word. His arms snaked around me, holding me close and rubbing my back.
I rested my head on Grym’s shoulder. “You’re pretty great, Grymley Reaper.”
“You’re pretty great, too, Elliot Coyne.”
That made me smile. “Fucked by Death in a bathtub.”
Grym chuckled. “You really like those jokes.”
Someone yelled. It sounded as if it came from downstairs.
I stiffened when I realized it was Miles. What the fuck was my ex-boyfriend doing in my house?
“Why the hell did the reapers kidnap my ex-boyfriend?” I closed my eyes to block out the coming problem. And it would be a problem. For me. Miles would make sure of it.
“What the actual fuck? Elliot!” It felt as if I had conjured Miles’s wrath.
“I’m eating all your ice cream... don’t touch me! I don’t know you, dude!” Joel yelled next.
I sighed. “Shit.”
Grym kissed me. “They popped our bubble.”
“Miles has a thing for popping everyone’s bubble. He’s a massive bubble popper and a killer of joy.”
I sighed as Grym moved us to the shower and turned on the water. He held me around the waist while he adjusted the temperature and let it warm. Once it did, he guided me under the spray. I’d never had anyone wash me before, but Grym did. He even washed my hair.
“I want to do the same for you.”
“Next time,A stor,” Grym winced as Miles yelled my name again. Then he frowned. “Perhaps you should wait for me, just in case he’s a danger to you.”
I waved off the sentiment even as I finished up in the shower. “He’s a judgmental asshole, but he’s harmless. I can totally kick his ass.” Not that I would or wanted to. Okay. Maybe I wanted to a little, but I wouldn’t ever hurt someone like that, even uptight Miles Baker.
Someone yelled, and it wasn’t Miles. “Ow! Fuck! That’s going to leave a mark!”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
I kissed Grym on the cheek. “I guess I’d better hurry.”
Grym grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. “We’ll make love again tonight, when everyone is bedded down.”
“I’d love that.” I loved every second I spent with Grym, but the promise of more made me want it all. I got greedy. I’d never get enough of Grymley Reaper. “It’s a good thing I’m immortal now.”
