“But to miss the games . . .” I protested.
“My hand is my fault. I went after Harry; I did this to myself. Not you.”
“But Jett.”
“Hit Onyx all on his own. Jett knocked him out, Onyx went for a swim unconscious, and we all have bruises from yesterday.”
I lifted my head off his chest to look at him. “These are flimsy excuses,” I told him.
“Doesn’t make them any less true.” He kissed the top of my nose, and I smiled at him. “You have something to say to me, Queeny?”
My smile grew wider, and I shook my head. “Nope, don’t think so.” I settled against his chest, and I felt his rumble of disapproval.
“Quinn,” Gray warned.
“Gray,” I mocked him as I ran my fingers over his splint.
“Tell me,” he ordered as he pushed me away from his chest to sit upright.
Shifting in his lap, I was now higher than him, and looking down on him made me feel bold. “Would you prefer I was taller?”
Gray blinked and then frowned. “Are you still drunk?”
“No,” I laughed, but my stomach churned and my laugh turned into a groan. “I wanted so bad when I was younger to be at least six feet so I could be the same height as you, but I stopped growing at five-ten and got boobs and an ass instead.”
Gray squeezed my ass as he grinned. “I, for one, am very grateful for your boobs and ass,” he teased. “Plus, I’m six-one — that extra inch is very important.” His good hand caught the back of my neck as he pulled me to his lips. “You like my inches,” he murmured against my lips.
“I love your inches, all of them,” I whispered as I watched his eyes widen. “I love you.”
He kissed me slowly. His mouth moving over mine with unhurried urgency, yet I still felt his wild need barely contained within his kiss. His tongue stroked mine as he claimed my mouth, branding me forever with the slow, steady kiss that left my knees weak, my heart racing, and me utterly compliant in his arms.
My knees adjusted, and I was straddling him on the patio chair, my ass rocking gently into his hard length that lay solid between us.
“Shit, we need to stop,” Gray said as he pulled away. “The Admiral sees this, he’ll cut my balls off.”
Dipping my head to his neck, I lightly nibbled on his ear. “The Admiral and Anne left this morning to go to the store. It’s just you and me.”
Gray tugged my head back with his fist wrapped in my hair. “Serious?”
“Deadly.”
I cried out in alarm when he rose, lifting me with his good arm, and carried me into the house. I contented myself with nuzzling on his neck as he took me to my bedroom and dropped me to my feet as he turned and locked the door.
Pulling his clothes off, he nodded toward the bed. “Strip.”
I was only too happy to do so, my sweater and leggings coming off quickly, and I squealed when I felt his hand smack my ass before he pulled my panties down.
“On your back,” Gray ordered as he pushed me lightly backward. I did as he instructed, and then his strong forearms were holding him up before he crawled up the bed to meet me. Dipping his head, he looked down at my breasts before his head dropped and he captured a swollen peak in his mouth.
He licked and sucked my breasts until I was squirming for more. My hand trailed down to the apex of my thighs, and I slowly rubbed myself.
“No,” Gray growled. “Mine.” His hand pushed mine up the bed, and then he had both my wrists in one hand as he kneeled over me and glared at his splint.
“Don’t!” I warned, as I guessed he was going to take it off. “You’ll make it worse.”
“Promise you’ll leave both hands here,” Gray asked me.
“Why?”
