The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(58)

“God, you feel good, Gray,” I whimper.

“You’re soaked for me,” he growls, his hands biting into my thighs as he tries to pull me even tighter against him. He’s right. You can hear the suction between us as his cock forges through my cream. I ride him like that a few more times, gasping as his head rakes against my swollen clit, painting it with a mixture of his pre-cum and my own juices.

That’s the trigger that shows me I can’t take anymore. I rise up on my knees, reaching under me to hold his cock still. I position him just outside and look at him. I want this connection with him as I slide down his shaft. I carefully lower on him, taking my time to savor as he stretches me. My eyes close as he finally goes inside of me, filling what has been way too empty since I left him. Once I take him in as deep as he will go, so deep it makes it hard to breathe, I just stay there. I’m afraid to move, afraid to breathe. I want to savor the way he stretches me completely, the way we fit together, and just enjoy the peace of finally having him here with me. I’m not sure how long I’d want to stay like this, but Gray takes that choice out of my hands when he grabs my hips and grinds me against him. His cock flexes inside of me, raking against my walls and making me feel so full that I’m not sure I’ll survive.

“Gray,” I gasp. I brace my hands on his shoulders and slowly stretch out on him while his cock is still buried deep inside. The movement angles his cock in just the right spot and moves him so far inside, he’s touching spots of me that have never been touched before. He’s… claiming me in a way I’ve never experienced.

“It gets better every time,” Gray whispers right before his lips claim mine in a slow kiss. Our tongues mimic what our bodies do, slowly moving, relishing each other, cherishing each other… loving each other. We come together as our orgasm slides out of each of us as if we’re in tune, as if we’re one, and as I give myself over to it, I know I will never be the same again.

I love Gray Lucas. I love him.





“Loverboy is back with pizza,” Jackson calls, and I smile. Gray’s been back for three days and it seems all I do is smile. Jackson likes to give us both a hard time, but I can tell he likes him too. What’s not to like? Gray’s good-looking, dependable, funny, sweet, gentle when you need it, but not afraid to pull your hair… “Claude, did you hear me?” Jackson calls out again.

“Yeah, I heard you. Be there in a minute,” I yell back. You just caught me daydreaming about the man I’m head over heels in love with. That part I don’t yell back. Still I hear it inside, and though the fear is there, it’s getting easier and easier to breathe through it. I worried that Gray and I wouldn’t be able to work because we are so different, but with every day that passes, I think I worried for nothing. Gray may have to work with the likes of the Rivertons, but he’s not like them. He’s more like his crazy family, which I love. Even meddlesome Ida Sue who has taken to calling me once a week. She says it’s just to check on me, but I can read between the lines enough to know that it’s to see if I’m still boning her son. It makes it easier to figure out when she ends every conversation with: “I’ll talk to you next time, dear. Are you and Gray still shagging each other’s brains out? You know, the world is a better place if there are more kids in it.”

It used to unnerve me, but now I think of Ida as June Cleaver from the television classic Leave It To Beaver. Well, June Cleaver if she was a flower child who believed in free love. “Kids, you left your bong on the floor! Don’t forget your condoms tonight for the orgy. Your father and I will be there too! I’m making your father take those pills so he doesn’t get performance anxiety.” I laugh as I imagine my version of the television show, going to the old sink in the garage and washing my hands.

“What’s my woman laughing about?” Gray asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around me as he kisses the side of my neck.

I finish cleaning my hands and lean back into him for a minute, just letting him hold me and enjoying the moment. “Orgies and free love parties,” I whisper, grinning.

Gray’s lips freeze on the side of my neck and then he bites the skin there. I inhale at the sting.

“You can f*cking forget that shit,” he grumbles, burrowing his head against the back of my neck and holding me tighter.

“What? I thought you liked that kind of thing? I’m not the one with the sex-tape out there, after all.”

“That was before,” he mutters, his hand moving down my stomach and trying to push up under my shirt. I help him because—let’s be honest—anytime Gray’s hands are on my bare skin, I’m good. I turn to the side a little though, wanting to see his face.

“Before what?”

“Before you, Cooper. You’ve reformed me, made me a better man.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Well, yeah. That, and I ain’t f*cking sharing you with anyone. My dick is the last dick that * is ever going to squeeze the baby juice out of.”

“Baby juice?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he mutters, his lips on my neck.

“There’s my caveman. I thought he had gone all civilized on me.”

“I would have thought last night proved that theory wrong,” he mutters, and my freaking ovaries actually flutter when I think about the dirty little things he did to me last night. I’ll never look at that showerhead in my bathroom the same way again. Not to mention the mirror in my bedroom.