The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(47)

In the past week, she’s thrown up some of my tabloid exploits. I’ve laughed them off, but even that’s getting tired. I want to tell her that’s all in the past. Hell, since meeting CC, I haven’t looked at another woman. I don’t see them and that’s the truth.

“Gray,” she whimpers, sliding back and forth on my cock. My dick slides in just the right spot and I wish to f*ck that I wasn’t wearing my shorts.

“I’m going to f*ck you, CC. I’m going to bend you over this table and f*ck you so hard that the people in the next room will hear you crying out my name.” I can feel the way her body quakes at my words, her fingers tightening in my hair almost to the point of pain, and she moans while she continues trying to ride the hard outline of my dick. “Is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to push that pretty face of yours down on the glass of this table and hold you in place while I feed your hungry * every inch of my cock?”

“Oh f*ck,” she whispers, her hands moving from my hair. I raise up from where I’m whispering in her ear to watch her hands move under my shirt. I grab the collar on each end and pull, ignoring the buttons that fly and interested only in exposing her lush breasts. I watch as CC toys with her nipples, her hips undulating against me. She’s f*cking gorgeous and she’s very close to making herself come. That can’t happen, even if she is using my body and my hard-as-rock cock to get what she wants. I watch for another minute because I’m a man and this is the f*cking hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. Then I grab hold of her and stand up in one swift movement.

“Gray!” she whines, her body shaking since she was so close.

I ignore her protest and, instead, rip the shirt from her body. I should make a rule that she doesn’t wear clothes when we’re in the hotel room together; it slows me down too f*cking much. I use my hand to push everything off the table. The vase and flowers crash first with a heavy thud on the carpet, followed by the breakfast dishes we used earlier. I ignore the noise, shifting us around so she’s in front of me. Then I push her against the table, bending her over. Her hands go out to steady herself. I’d worry I’m going too far if it weren’t for her ass pushing out against me, demanding more.

“Hurry, Gray,” she urges.

Fuck, she really is perfect for me.





He pushes me down on the cool glass of the table and I gasp as my breasts press down and my nipples caress the cold surface. I feel Gray close behind me, his hand pressing down on my back to keep me in place. He needn’t worry; I’m not going anywhere. Hell, I was supposed to go back to Kentucky, and instead I’m planning on going with Gray to Arizona. If I’m completely honest, I’m already wondering if Jackson can take over longer. I have it bad for this man, and as much as it scares me, I can’t seem to push him away.

He keeps one hand on my back and I feel his other on the inside of one of my thighs, pulling it so my legs are apart. Then I feel him behind me, completely naked. His legs press against mine, and I can feel his cock slide against my ass as I wait for what comes next.

“So ready for me. Are you willing to admit you’re mine yet, CC?” he asks, his voice hoarse. A million butterflies move in my stomach at his words. He’s been pushing and pushing for me to give him this. I haven’t. I want to say it out loud because inside I know it’s true, but I just can’t seem to.

“Stop talking and start f*cking,” I growl, but break off when his hand connects with my ass. Fire lances through my body. “Gray!” I yell, but he spanks me again. I breathe through it as his hand connects again. “What do you think you’re doing?” I ask just as another one is delivered.

“You’re mine, CC.”

“I’m not…” I start to deny it, but the words refuse to come out. In the end, I whimper as his hand slaps my ass again. Somewhere while he delivers his punishment, it changes from pain to… an added pleasure.

“You are mine, CC. Your body knows it, you know it. You just need to admit it,” he whispers against my ass as his tongue moves over the hot, tender skin. His lips place small kisses along the spots he has spanked and his hand moves down to find my *. “You’re so wet for me. I think my Cooper likes being spanked.” God. He’s right. I’m soaked and I’m aching to have him inside of me. “Your * is holding onto my fingers so tight, it’s going to break them,” he groans. His fingers move in and out of me, hard and fast. Gray’s right. I’m clenching my muscles so tight on his arm trying to keep his fingers exactly where I need them to come. I’m riding them with all that I have, needing to come so bad, I’m almost mindless.

Suddenly, he takes his hand away. I try to rise up and complain but he keeps his hold solidly on my back, forbidding me to move. Then all at once, I feel the head of his cock sliding in the slick cream at my center. I can feel him at my opening and I whimper, needing him to push inside, to end this torture. When he does nothing, I all but snarl. “Gray! Stop torturing me!” My demand is met with a tight laugh, but even through it, I can hear the need in him.

“I don’t have a condom. Are you going to let me f*ck you raw?” he rumbles behind me as just the tip of his cock presses inside of me.

“Damn it, Gray,” I growl because he’s been trying for a week to get me here. He thinks I’m being crazy, and a part of me thinks I am too. My whole life, no one sticks around though. Even people who care about me leave. Banger left. He may not have meant to, but he did. Letting Gray in completely is opening myself up to more pain, and I don’t think I can handle the pain that would be associated with losing Gray.