Page 53 of Working for the Runaway Bride

Grayson nods frantically, his chest heaving. He moves toward me, spinning me around and pressing me against the wall, his body covering mine. I gasp as his hand comes down on my ass with a sharp crack, the sting radiating through me, making my pussy throb.

"Again," I demand, my voice breathless.

Grayson doesn’t hesitate. His hand comes down again, harder this time, the sound echoing in the alley. I moan, my nails scraping against the brick as he spanks me a third time, then a fourth, each slap making me wetter, needier. "Fuck, you take it so well," he growls, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass before he drops to his knees behind me.

I spread my legs wider, bracing myself against the wall as Grayson’s tongue drags up my inner thigh. "Oh, god," I whimper, my hips rocking back instinctively. His breath is hot against my skin, his fingers gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks as his tongue finally finds my pussy. He licks me from my entrance to my clit in one long, slow stroke, and I cry out, my knees nearly buckling.

"Yes," I hiss, my fingers tangling in his hair as he does it again, then again, his tongue swirling around my clit before he sucks it between his lips. Grayson groans against me, the vibration making my toes curl. "Don’t stop, don’t stop—" My voice breaks into a moan as he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. "Oh, fuck, right there, right there⁠—"

Grayson doesn’t let up. He fucks me with his fingers, his tongue working my clit in relentless circles. My body trembles, my orgasm building like a storm. "I’m—I’m—" I don’t get to finish. Grayson’s fingers crook inside me, his teeth grazing my clit, and she cum with a broken cry, my pussy clenching around his fingers, my juices dripping down his chin.

Before I can even catch my breath, Grayson is on his feet, his cock pressing against my ass. "Tell me you want it," he growls.

I turn my head, meeting his gaze over my shoulder, my lips swollen, my eyes dark with lust. “Take me," I demand. "Now."

He grips his cock, guiding it to my entrance, and in one rough thrust, he is inside me, filling me so completely I see white. I cry out, my nails digging into the brick as he pulls back and slams into me again, harder this time, his hips snapping against my ass with a wet slap.

"Yes," I gasp, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. "Harder. Take me harder."

Grayson groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he obeys, his cock pistoning in and out of me with bruising force. The alley fills with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the slick, obscene noises of my pussy taking every inch of him, the ragged moans spilling from both our lips. "You feel so fucking good," Grayson grunts, his breath hot against my neck. "So tight, so wet⁠—"

I reach back, gripping his hair, yanking his head to the side so I can crush my mouth to his in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. "I want you to cum inside me," I pant against his lips. "I want to feel you fill me up."

Grayson’s rhythm falters, his cock twitching deep inside her. "Fuck, Molly, I⁠—"

"Now," I order, my voice a whip crack. “Cum for me, now."

With a guttural groan, Grayson buries himself to the hilt and cums, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside me, his cum filling me in hot, thick spurts. I cry out, my own orgasm crashing over me again, my pussy milking him for every last drop. We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us trembling, breathless, our bodies slick with sweat and spent desire.

Finally, Grayson pulls out slowly, his cock glistening with our combined release. I turn to face him, my back against the wall, my legs still shaking. I reach up, cupping his face, my thumb brushing over his swollen lips. "Good boy," I laugh, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his mouth. "Now, take me home. I’m not done with you yet."

"Yes, ma’am," he growls, and I know the night is far from over.

EPILOGUE

MOLLY—ONE YEAR LATER

It’s the first day of a new school year, and the classroom already feels alive. Freshly sharpened pencils fill the supply cups. Name tags decorate the tables. Paper sunflowers cover the walls, and a new collection of children’s artwork hangs near the windows.

A year ago, I thought I would never stand here again.

When Principal Hargrove fired me, I was too humiliated to fight. I believed every ugly thing whispered after the incident in the parking lot. I convinced myself I had allowed my personal life to ruin my career and that leaving town was the only way to escape the embarrassment.

Then Grayson sold the most important thing he owned to give me another chance. He made me realize that if you love it, it’s worth fighting for. And that’s exactly what I did for my job.

We hired an attorney and appealed my termination to the school board. The process took four months, three formal hearings, and more paperwork than I believed could exist outside a government office.

Jessica testified. So did several parents. Even two teachers who had witnessed the confrontation told the board that Carter and Grayson arrived without my knowledge. Security footage confirmed that Carter threw the only punch and that I tried to stop the argument almost immediately.

Principal Hargrove had every right to warn me after Grayson entered my classroom without signing in. But she didn’t have the right to fire me on the spot over someone else’s violence. The board reinstated me with full back pay.

She was wrong, and now she has suffered the consequences of her own bad decisions. But I do have to say she was right about one thing—I needed to do what was right, not what was easy. And getting rid of Carter and truly being with Grayson was by no means easy, but it was right.

Grayson is still rough around the edges. He still frowns at strangers and intimidates every parent who meets him. He still claims he doesn’t like children, even though he keeps a pile of picture books in the office at the garage.

With Carter, love always felt like a performance. I had to stay agreeable, smile at the right moments, and swallow every doubt before it became inconvenient. I spent years trying to become the kind of woman he wouldn’t leave. He was unfaithful anyway.

I was worried I would be judged. Today most of the staff knows the truth about what happened. Once I returned, I expected whispers and judgment. Instead, my coworkers welcomed me with flowers, cupcakes, and a banner stretched across the lounge.