Worth the Risk(54)

Grayson.

A grind of his hips. A slow withdraw inch by glorious inch, allowing me to feel every single sensation he evokes from me.

I’m gonna come.

And then another orgasm slams into me. This time, a little stronger. This time, in a different way. While the last one was high heat and a sharp punch of arousal, this one is like a rolling wave of bliss. It surges and ebbs so right when I remember to breathe, it comes back again stronger than the wave before. My thighs are locked around his hips, my hands fisted in the sheets as he rocks his hips into mine and lets me ride it out.

Just as I resurface from its haze, Grayson’s groan fills the room as his body tenses, his hips still, and his head falls back as he loses himself to his own climax.

I’m not sure how long we stay like that, first absorbing and then coming down from our orgasmic high, but eventually, he collapses onto the bed beside me. Time passes in slowing heartbeats and calming breaths.

Our fingers intertwine, but we don’t say anything. I relive the past forty minutes. I think of the wet clothes somewhere in the family room. The hose still on, water probably trickling out of the nozzle. The neighbors probably wondering what all the shrieking was about.

Then I laugh uncontrollably. I can’t stop. There’s something about the push and the pull, the hero and the damsel, the contest and the judge, and everything that’s happened between us that makes me find humor in the situation.

“I know,” he says as his thumb brushes over mine in the simplest of ways but one that has my heart melting without my permission. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

“No, it should have. It definitely should have.” I pant the words.

“Shh, let’s not tell the Gazette, though.”

Or my father.

Rather than take offense as most would, I just laugh harder. “I guess it’s finally true. They can all claim I’m biased now. And damn, am I biased.”

He shifts onto his side, props his head on his hand, and leans over so he can brush a tender and unexpected kiss to my lips. “No one has to know,” he murmurs, the tenor of his voice already has that ache simmering again.

“No one can know,” I correct as I trace a line over a pleat in the sheet between us, realizing suddenly how much that notion bugs me. Not that I normally go around wearing a sandwich board announcing who I slept with the night before, but something about hiding the fact that I’ve been with him upsets me.

Or maybe, in a petty way, it’s more like I want women to know he’s been with me, since jealousy obviously doesn’t suit me well.

“On the down low. Just how I like it,” he murmurs playfully and winks.

“Says the man who has a line waiting in town for him.”

“You and that damn line.” He rolls his eyes and leans forward.

“Ow!” His teeth nip my shoulder, and it’s my turn to shift onto my side so my position mirrors his. “Mr. Malone, how is it that you have willing women taking numbers to wait for you—”

“It’s been some time since a number was pulled,” he says and taps a finger on the tip of my nose as I lift my eyebrows with this little tidbit of knowledge.

“That’s none of my business,” I say but obviously am pleased with the spontaneous explanation, “but your son never knows.”

“I have a secret,” he says, his grin in full effect as he leans forward and whispers, “I’m a ninja.”

There’s something about serious Grayson Malone being playful like this that makes his comment funnier and more endearing than it should be. I can’t stop from laughing or smiling. “A sex ninja?”

“A pussy ninja.”

“Oh my God.” I fall onto my back when my laughter doesn’t stop. “You didn’t really just say that, did you?”

“Sure did.” His fingers reach my ribs and start tickling me until I’m squirming away from him, laughing so hard my sides hurt. “I’m stealthy. Sneaking around keeping my pussy pursuits under wraps.”

He kisses the place under my jaw, turning my laughter into a soft moan. “You know this is not right, right? You talking about being a pussy ninja after just having sex with me?”

“I’ve obviously had sex before,” he says, pressing one more kiss to my collarbone before leaning back and looking at me. “I do have Luke for proof.”

Now there’s a look in his eyes that shifts the mood from playful to serious to I’m not sure what, but I ask the question that flickers into my mind, even if it isn’t the right time to do so.

“Why is it that the ladies around town know who you’re seeing, but Luke never does?”

His eyes narrow and a sigh escapes from his lips as he falls back onto his back once again. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Try me.”

“Luke gets attached to women too easily. He wants every woman who enters my life—even if it’s the mail carrier—to be my wife. And his mom.”

“Poor guy.” My heart breaks.

“You don’t know the half of it.” His chuckle is edged with sadness. “I’ll do anything I can to protect him from getting his hopes up and then having them crushed.” He rises suddenly from the bed in all his naked glory and stares at me.

“What are—”