But nothing had changed.
“Come for me again, Grace.”
His words brought me back to the present. To the shower where he had snuck in and was now fucking me. Not the hard, angry fucking we had earlier. But this was more slow, sensual. He didn’t thrust inside me, piercing me. Instead, he rolled his hips slowly, letting the feeling build like a tsunami.
The side of my face pressed against the cold, wet wall. My eyes were closed as I let myself feel him. Let myself absorb him. His body covered mine as he made love to me.
And he whispered the words in my ear—the ones I was desperate to hear, the ones I wanted to believe he meant—I came harder than I had the last two times.
Because when he whispered,‘I love you, Grace,’my heart and body believed him, even when my head told me not to.
I didn’t cry out at my release. I let it wash over me like a giant wave tossing me in the ocean. Drowning me in his presence, in his desire.
As my orgasm subsided, King’s movements picked up until he filled me completely with his own release. He pressed me against the wall as he filled me with cum.
He refused to wear a condom, and I wasn’t on birth control. I really had become my mother. I was quickly following in her footsteps, and I just knew I would be a single mother like she was. Statistics showed that girls whose mothers had gotten pregnant before marriage had a higher probability of doing the same.
I should be more careful. I should go get a morning-after pill, but if this were all he was willing to give me, then maybe, having a little piece of him when he was gone would make the hurt a little easier to bear.
He pulled out of me and turned me around. When he stared down at me, I smiled. I didn’t want him to see what I was really feeling. I didn’t want to have to explain.
He leaned down and kissed me passionately. I wound my arms around his neck and held on tight. I would try to enjoy the ride for as long as I was allowed on.
He pulled back, and the look on his face almost made me believe he meant the words he’d said a few moments ago.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he said.
We quickly showered and dried off. When I went to the dresser to grab some clothes, King stopped me.
“It’s late enough, Grace. We can go to bed.”
He pulled me to the bed and pulled the covers back. He climbed in beside me and pulled me onto his chest. I lay there listening to his heart beat a steady rhythm beneath my ear. My fingers caressed the hair on his chest.
It was only when I felt his body relax beneath me, and his breath even out, that I realized he was asleep in my bed. He’d climbed into my bed without a fuss. No argument about moving back to his room. I didn’t want to think about what that might mean.
And then, at the same time, I realized I’d barely said a word to him the entire time.
Chapter Twenty-four
King
Waking up with Grace in my arms was something I’d wanted for so fucking long. Something I never thought I’d get.
But here she was.
When I left her in my room last night, I thought she’d still be there when I got back. I hadn’t been gone that long. Cash could have handled that shit without me. The fire was already out; no one had gotten hurt.
Seeing Corbin and not my brother had set my nerves on edge. Then finding out Ravage was gone pissed me off.
“Where the fuck are my brothers?” I glared at Nav, because if anyone knew where and what Ravage was doing, it was that motherfucker.
“Well, um, Firestride had some information... about the body that was found and Ravage, uh...”
I stood there waiting while Nav stammered over his words. Which told me I really wouldn’t like what he had to say if he ever got the fucking words out.
“He what?”
“He and Dec set a trap,” Cash offered.
