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My ribs were still sore, though the brace made it a little easier to function, but I didn’t care. What was a little pain when Greyson was hurting so badly?
“Then take me.”
Greyson shuddered underneath me, and for a moment, I thought he would deny us both. Because the truth was, I needed him too. Nightmares of him on the floor when the shot rang out still plagued my sleep. If it could ease both of our burdens, I was more than willing to deal with the discomfort that came with it.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Grey took stinging bites across my jaw, my neck, and along my shoulder.
“I want you to.” He jerked away, but I shushed him with another kiss. “I think we both need the reminder that I’m alive, because it still doesn’t feel real.”
Beyond everything else, I felt like I was still trapped in Cash’s warehouse, praying that it might be over soon, even as I wanted to survive. I needed to feel something, and Grey was the only one who could give it to me.
My confession ripped a sound from his throat, and suddenly, I was falling. He trapped me underneath him across the wide expanse of the seat, careful to keep his weight off me with one hand while the other held my ribs gently. Dark eyes tracked my face, checking for any ounce of pain.
When he found none, a tendril of the tension in his shoulders disappeared. He trailed his hand on my side until he found the hem of my skirt again, this time pushing it up until nothing was between him and my pussy but the satin of my panties.
I thought he’d get right to it, that he’d rip them off me and fuck me into the seat, but he didn’t. He kissed soft, slow paths across my skin in all the places I knew still held the memory of the warehouse. Scratches and bruises, bandages and scrapes. Every one got Grey’s attention. The chaste kisses shouldn’t have done anything, but it was Greyson. Any time he touched me, I wanted more.
“They’re fading.” He sounded surprised, like he hadn’t been sure they’d ever go away. Maybe for him, they wouldn’t.
“I’m glad. Will you fuck me now?” The moment reminded me so much of the club, of the first time we’d let ourselves enjoy each other that I thought he would make me wait until we got home, but he didn’t. He pulled himself from his pants, giving his cock a long, languid stroke.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle.” He trailed his eyes over me again, biting his lip, and I had to swallow my groan. Poised above me with his cock hard and ready, Greyson Andrews looked like a god I wanted to worship.
“You don’t hurt me, Greyson. You make me feel alive.”
With a soft curse, Grey wrapped his hands around my thighs, pulled my panties to the side and plunged inside me. For a moment, the only sounds in the car were the faint hum of music from the front seat and our matching groans.
“Fuck. I’ve missed this.” I didn’t know who said it, but it didn’t matter. We both felt it.
I expected Grey to fuck me hard and fast, some sort of claiming. Instead, every stroke went as deep as possible, like Greyson was trying to bury his way inside me so he could never be free. I tried to move my hips to meet him, but he didn’t want that either.
With a dirty smirk, he smacked me on the clit, and the force bowed my back. “If I wanted your help, I’d ask for it. Now, lie back and take what I’m giving you.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re lucky I’m injured, or I’d make you pay for that statement.”
He adjusted his hips and mine so his next stroke rolled over my G-spot. “I look forward to the day that you can, but for now, you’re under my control.”
I wasn’t surprised when he built me up faster than expected. Even before we were together, Greyson knew what I needed almost better than I did. Of course that didn’t change with sex. As I crested the first orgasm, my muscles clenched, and the first wave of pain hit me.
Sex with damaged ribs was going to hurt no matter what precautions we took, and it had. I’d welcomed the small aches as my body shuffled on the seat, but I hadn’t realized it would get worse as I came. Greyson slowed his strokes, running his thumb over my clit to keep the orgasm rolling as his other hand soothed me.
“Breathe through it,” he instructed. “It’ll pass.”
It would, but I liked that he reminded me. That he took care of me. Grey loved me without smothering my independence, and I’d never be able to explain how much it meant to me.
When it was over and my body melted into the seat, Greyson kissed me. “Can you handle more?”
“Honestly, I don’t know, but I want to find out.”
He stared at me as if he could see the hurt underneath my skin. Again, I thought he’d pull away, but he seemed to come to a different conclusion.
He adjusted himself so he had me pinned between his hips and the hand he tucked close to my shoulder. Then he pressed his other hand against my sternum, keeping me tight against the leather beneath us. It was enough pressure to keep me from moving too much and hurting myself.
“I’m going to hold you down and fuck you however hard I want, and you’re going to tell me if it hurts too much or you need to stop.”
Oh fuck. It was a command I’d gladly accept. “I will.”
His hand pressed a little harder, and while my ribs protested, it didn’t hurt too bad. “Good, because I want one more from you before we get home.”
