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Nick kicked off his pajama bottoms, pushing them down his long, athletic legs, and grabbed his cell phone to make a call. To Simon, maybe. They were best friends, she’d gathered. Like she and Gray had been once, though he’d never once called her his. She’d been the one to label everything, to try to make it more real. More hers.
Foster-kid syndrome reared its head in weird ways.
She didn’t look at Gray as they waited for Nick to return. When his hands encircled her waist, she leaned back into him, hoping he’d take the hint and bundle her up in his strong, safe arms. He drew her back toward the sofa, pulling her onto his lap with his typical gentleness in her direction. This time, though, his viciously hard cock dug into her butt and back as he parted her slick—God, so slick—thighs and put her on display for Nick while he chatted on the phone. Gray ran his thumbs up the sensitive insides of her legs, lightly skimming her skin, taunting her with what he might do next.
Gray’s long fingers met up with the piercing that caged her clit and his hand stilled. She sucked in a breath, too scared to move. Oh, God. Would he freak? Would he love it?
He grabbed her chin with his other hand, making her look at him. “What the hell is that?” he growled against her lips.
“I just—it’s only—” she began.
And then he was kissing her, so hungrily that she could only be grateful she hadn’t researched infections until after she’d gone through with the whole piercing deal. He groaned and she groaned back, reduced to that level of communication with him. They’d sunk to their most basic level, and she’d never felt more alive.
Nick tossed aside his cell and stalked forward, kneeling between her knees and staring up at her with a damn near worshipful expression on his face. Gray’s fingers finally climbed high enough to brush between her legs, his thumb slipping into her with a hesitancy that increased her need. She twisted in his hold, already feeling so hot and flushed. Shivery heat crept over her skin, dampening her with sweat that coaxed out more goose bumps. She couldn’t figure out if she were warm or cold, scared or exhilarated.
Turning her head, she closed her mouth over Gray’s, desperate to have more of him inside her than just that single invading thumb. He groaned again and pushed his fingers inside her. Using both hands, using two fingers, maybe three. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was they filled her up, almost too much. The stretch and burn increased her inability to sit still and she writhed, trapped by his hand, his mouth, and then, finally, Nick’s lips seizing one of her sore nipples. He gripped the other one, pinching it, and she grabbed Gray’s hard, tensed thighs to center herself in the center of madness.
Nick joined in the action between her legs, holding his thumb to her clit. Rubbing hard. The unexpected surge of friction overwhelmed her system and she fell, fast and deep. The sharp pinch of Nick’s teeth on her breast only prolonged the bliss.
She wasn’t fully aware of Gray lifting her, spreading her legs even farther apart. When she realized her ass was in the air, she glanced down and met Nick’s liquid golden brown eyes a second before his tongue pierced her. Still shuddering from her orgasm, she reached back and embedded her fingers in Gray’s short, spiky hair, needing that link with him even as Nick licked into her and fanned the flames once more.
As soon as Nick slipped his fingers into her, sliding them over oversensitive flesh, she broke again, lurching forward from the force of the aftershocks. In the midst, Gray’s fingers encircled hers, drawing her boneless hand to his erection, helping her pump him up and down with violent strokes. Her shudders increased at his groans, because she knew he wanted to come. On her back.
Not inside her.
Nick was already grabbing a condom, his anticipation over fucking her clear. But Gray chose not to. As hot as he’d gotten from all this, he wouldn’t go that far.
Warm, wet moisture erupted over her side, ending in Gray’s long, unsteady grunt. It didn’t sound like pleasure, but frenzied pain. So sharp and poignant it brought a sting to her eyes.
She glanced over her shoulder at the boy she’d known, now closer to a man with dark scruff roughening his jaw. His mouth soft and abused, his heavy storm cloud eyes barely slits. Before they could make eye contact, he closed them, leaving her to lift her fingers until they hovered above his beautiful lips, still reddened from their kisses.
No. He’d made his choice. He hadn’t wanted to be inside her, when she’d never wanted anything more. Even knowing the danger, she hadn’t cared. She was long past the point of sense.
Unlike him.
She settled for swiping her fingers through the heated wetness on her skin, bringing it to her mouth. Tasting him that way as a substitute for everything they wouldn’t share.
Her gaze caught Nick’s. Her contacts were burning her eyes. She wasn’t crying. And when Nick pulled her off Gray’s lap and into his arms, she didn’t wrap herself around him just to keep from falling apart. He was so strong and hot, his body firm under hers. Then he was inside her, and she couldn’t think about all she would never have because she had this.
Nick. He wanted her, and she wanted him right back.
He thrust into her again and again, the pumps of his hips deep and powerful, blurring the lines between wrong and right and love and loss. Pleasure claimed her once more, taking over her thoughts. Scattering them. She clung to Nick, riding him for all she was worth. Determined to return even half of what he’d offered her just by plainly revealing his desire.
Arching up, she gave herself over to the clamoring sensations inside her, throwing aside her torment in favor of the ecstasy she chased. She moaned, lost in the blinding heat. Sounds flew from her lips and with them came the name she’d never meant to say.
“Gray.”
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PREPPED: DEACON AND HARPER
A LOST IN OBLIVION EXTRA
This bonus story comes after Rattled (previously published asRock, Rattle and Roll), Lost in Oblivion Book 2.
Harper McCoy reachedup for a storage container from the second shelf. The tips of her fingers slipped across the edge, but she couldn’t quite get her nail under the lip. She boosted herself up, kneeled on the counter and stretched and felt a faint pop. She slapped the front of her shirt, but it was too late, the girls were loose. “Okay, baby. This is not funny. Mommy doesn’t have time for this crap.”
