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I reach around her and grab her shampoo, then squeeze a few drops onto her head and massage it through her long hair. The citrusy scent swirls around us, and her entire body relaxes against mine.
“God, that feels good,” she moans, and my cock weeps.
“It’s only going to get better,” I promise, then rinse the suds from her hair and watch with greedy eyes as they glide over her body. I drag my hands over her ribs and toned abs, then run my fingers through her smooth sex before she starts breathing heavy and spins around.
“My room. My shower. My turn,” she scolds me and drops to her knees with a wicked smile on her face that I could get used to. I like this version of Grace. Her confidence is sexy.
She looks up at me through long lashes and heavily hooded eyes.
I run my fingers through her hair and push it away from her face, then rub my thumb over her jaw. “Possessive looks fucking amazing on you, baby. Now show me who you belong to.”
The water pounds down over both of us while she fists the base of my throbbing cock and parts her lips, waiting for me to feed it to her. Then without hesitation, she swirls her tongue around the head and tries to tighten her grip.
A smug smile tugs at my lips when her hand can’t quite wrap entirely around me.
I’m far from small. But she already knows she can handle me.
I wrap her hair around one fist and tug. I want her eyes on me.
She reaches up and wraps her hands around my ass, pulling me forward.
Taking me deeper.
And batting those fucking lashes until I nearly come on the spot.
“So fucking mine,” I growl as thundering need licks down the base of my spine.
She flattens her tongue and drags it up the length of my cock, then pops off and licks her lips. “Then show me,” she whispers with devious eyes, echoing my earlier words, and takes me all the way down her throat, moaning as I give her what she wants.
My abs pull tight, not ready to come yet, and I slam my hand against the cool tile wall, needing to come but wanting her tight cunt wrapped around me when I do.
“What’s the matter?” she asks when I pull her head back like she thinks she did something wrong.
I lift her from her knees and wrap her legs around my hips. My cock kisses her entrance, pulling moans from both of us, and I press her back against the tile. “I fucking love you, Grace.”
I bury my cock deep inside her, and Grace presses her forehead to mine. “Don’t be gentle.”
Her words rip something apart inside me, and I thrust up as I drag her down over me. Her tight, wet pussy clenches around me as I swallow each moan until she’s clawing at my back, shaking as her orgasm rips through her body, and I follow her into oblivion.
The PuckPack is on the move and O’Malleys seems to be the place to be. We might be missing the Wilder brothers. But I spy with my little eye, enough Sinclairs to make up for our loss.
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It’s a weird thing to watch another family’s dynamic, especially when you feel an overwhelming need to protect one of them. But I’m not the only one who thinks they need to protect Grace. It was obvious long before tonight that her brothers and sister all think it’s their job to keep her safe. The difference tonight is that need to protect is instead pissing me off. If any one of them would open their eyes, they’d see Grace needs to protect herself.
They’re not bad people. I’m actually enjoying watching them tease each other. It’s like someone took Cross, Bellamy, and me and dialed us up to ten. They’re nuts. It’s like a trainwreck you just can’t look away from.
But they’ve definitely placed Grace firmly in thegood twinbox.
None of them have any clue that twenty-four hours ago, my girl cried herself to sleep as I held her. They don’t know she told me she hated her life. Or that she wasn’t even sure she ever wanted to dance again.
They don’t know any of it because she hasn’t told them.
She played the part well. And I’m finally realizing it’s a part she’s played her whole life, not one that’s she’s onlystepping into now. This isn’t new for her. And that knowledge is fucking frightening. Because I’m pretty sure her family being disappointed in her would be worse for Grace than any broken bone could ever be.
Bellamy’s phone buzzes, and she checks a text as Cross glares like Dad would if we were back in Maine. “I can feel you yelling at me, Cross.” She rolls her eyes, then does a happy dance. “Anyone want to go to O’Malley’s? Caitlin just texted. She’s going there now with Callen, Brynlee, and Maddox.”
