“Fuck, Grayson,” she cries. “Don’t stop!”
I love that she thinks I can.
As I tease her clit with my tongue, I slide two fingers into her to stroke the spot that makes her hips buck and her breath catch when I hit it. With one perfectly timed flick of my tongue combined with the pressure inside, she comes apart in my mouth, her fingers gripping my hair tightly, her body shaking below me. I don’t stop licking her through it until her thighs clamp tightly around my face and she puts a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream I desperately want to hear.
I groan against her, pulling her hand away and pinning it to the bed.
“Don’t you dare keep me from hearing you scream my name,” I rasp. “If I could hear one sound for the rest of my life, that would be it.”
I lick her one more time, slow and possessive, then crawl up her body, trailing kisses over her skin—her hips, her stomach, her breasts—before crashing my mouth into hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue as I wrap a hand around her throat and feel her pulse rocketing beneath my fingertips.
“You’re not done yet, sweetheart,” I tell her darkly. “Not even fucking close.”
She whimpers again when I shove my jeans down and line myself up, my cock pulsating and ready to explode at her entrance. Her eyes meet mine—wide, desperate, and ready.
“Now, Grayson,” she breathes. “Please.”
I sink into her with one long, deep thrust. My forehead leans against hers, looking directly into her eyes, our breathing perfectly aligned.
Her nails dig into the skin of my back like she’s trying to brand me, screaming my name like it’s the only thing on her mind. I can barely hold back as I wrap her legs around my shoulders and drive into her over and over again with everything I have. Every move I make is deliberate, every thrust designed to make her feel exactly how much I want—how much Ineed—to be close to her.
She looks completely wrecked—and fucking perfect.
“You like it like this, sweetheart?”
“Yes—fuck—Grayson—”
“That’s my good girl,” I purr in her ear. “Taking my cock like the needy girl you are. No one else touches you like this. No one else ever will.”
“Only you,” she gasps. “Only ever you—”
I can feel her getting close again as she tightens around me, andfuck, the way she promises me there will never be anyone else? It makes me forget that anything else matters. I crash into her harder and deeper as I chase her release like I need it to survive.
“I’m right here, baby,” I tell her, my voice low and raw. “I’m always gonna be right here.”
When she comes again, her body convulses around me and her eyes roll backwards as she grips the sheets in an attempt to ground herself. I follow with a groan so deep it feels like it cracks me wide open. I’ve never felt a release so sweet with anyone before as I spill into her with no regrets.
I collapse on top of her, still pulsing, still inside her with no intention of pulling out, our bodies slick and tangled and completely spent in the best way.
Even now, even in the quiet afterward, I don’t let her go. I can’t stop touching her. I kiss her shoulder. Her neck. Next to her ear while I whisper her name like it’s the only word I know.
She looks up at me with a sweet, satisfied, seductive smile and kisses me softly. “Worth the wait?”
I chuckle and kiss her temple. “You were worthevery agonizing second, Mia.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. But we have somewhere to be.
And the night? It’s just getting started.
After showering and getting ready, I pack my father’s old acoustic guitar and Mia’s camera gear into the Jeep. We drive over the bridge to Folly Beach just as the sun starts to melt into the horizon.
As we pull up to the beach club, it feels like we’ve been transported into an entirely different world. I haven’t played a show like this—small, intimate, meaningful—since the early days when we scrounged up any gig we could find, usually inVenice dive bars that paid in cheap beer. But here, the chaos of touring and the invasive headlines don’t exist.
The club is small but full of beachy charm. It looks exactly like you’d expect it to, with string lights across the driftwood beams and the surfboards lining the walls. It’s all open-air and also has a pretty killer deck that stretches out towards the water. There are a good amount of people around; it seems like this place is a popular spot for the locals to hang out.
Tony and Brandon are already on the outdoor stage when Mia and I arrive, tuning the guitars and checking mics. Two leggy blondes hovered nearby, flipping their hair and giggling a little too theatrically, obviously trying to get the guys to notice them. Tony is basically fighting for his life not to engage.
I spot Johanna sitting at the bar, her legs crossed, sipping a glass of wine like she owns the whole damn coastline, watching Brandon just a little too closely. Brandon absolutely knows it, too, judging by the way his jaw tenses every time he catches her glance.
