Take Me with You (Take Me #2)(74)

She assented by running her hand down my abs, and then she proceeded to circle my dick and squeeze gently. My whole body jolted at the touch. She slipped her hand into my boxers and then grasped me firmly. After a few strokes up and down, it was pretty f*cking clear that I didn’t need a whole hell of a lot of foreplay.

I needed to f*ck the shit out of her. There was so much I wanted to do in that moment. I wanted to make her take it out and jack me off just to see the earnest with which she would try to make me come. God, I wanted to f*ck her mouth and watch her swallow my cum.

Rough. I wanted it rough.

I wanted it every which way I could get it from her, but right now, my body was dying to take her mercilessly.

I quickly stripped out of my boxers and then repositioned myself between her legs. My hands splayed out on her soft creamy inner thighs. I lightly smacked them, and her eyes flew open in surprise, but she didn’t protest. Little pink marks to match her cheeks blossomed on her skin before I covered them with my hands and spread her open for me as far as she would go.

She peeped in protest, and I let up some but not much. My fingers traveled down between her legs, rubbing circles against her clit and then delving into her wetness.

Fucking hell. I’d done my job.

“I love you, Princess, but I’m about to f*ck you like I don’t.”

She laughed and gave me the best look in history. Sure, Grant, try it.

I plunged into her in one swift motion, taking her f*cking * and claiming it as I’d been doing since the day I took her virginity in December. Bending forward, I wrapped my arms around her waist and thrust deep into her. Our lips joined, our bodies lay flush together, and we remained connected more than I’d ever had with anyone else in my life.

Her walls tightened around me, and I lifted her off the mattress and onto my lap. I bounced her up and down on my dick. The new angle pushed me deeper into her. Her nails dug into my back, and she was whimpering softly. Then, the whimpers turned into moans, and the moans turned into her coming on top of my dick.

“Fuck, Ari!” I cried.

Her body was tipping me over the edge, and I couldn’t stop it. She was so f*cking tight that I had no control. I came hard and fast inside her.

At the end, I was left breathless and sated—at least for the moment. We both collapsed back onto the bed with a thin sheen of sweat coating our bodies, and physical exhaustion took over as I held her in my arms. She rolled closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. My eyes closed, and I kissed her on the top of her head. Then, I just lay there and reveled in the euphoria of the moment.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up to the sound of someone banging on the door downstairs. Ari was still safely tucked in my arms. I kissed her shoulder before checking the time.

Three p.m.

Christ, we’d f*cking passed out from a sex coma for three hours. How the f*ck had the time slipped by so fast?

I groggily stumbled out of bed and threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt. Running a hand through my messy hair, which I seriously needed to get cut now that I was back in town, I walked down the stairs and to the front door.

The banging started up again. I yawned, barely able to keep my eyes open after waking up from my nap. Sleeping in my bed here was so much better than on a horrible tour bus or a hotel room.

“Coming!” I called as I approached the door.

I unbolted the lock and swung the door inward. My body went still just as my heart rate skyrocketed. My palms were clammy, my throat closed up, and my stomach flipped. There wasn’t enough oxygen in the house…in the world.

Despite years of training myself for this moment, I still felt horribly sick and terrified as I stood there, staring at the man who had ruined my life.

My dad.

A murderer.

My mother’s murderer.

The man who had told me that once he was out of jail, he was coming to get me.

To kill me.

Now, here he was.

“Hello, Grant.”

I reacted immediately.

I’d told myself over and over again that when this time came, I would be ready. I wouldn’t be a frightened ten-year-old kid anymore. I would be calm and collected and do what needed to be done.

I bolted for the side table next to the garage door and yanked open the first drawer. Before he even reacted, I had my 9mm loaded.

I swung around and leveled the gun at his chest. “Hey, Dad.”

“Grant?” I whispered softly as I woke up.

I stretched out my body and yawned. Man, how long had I been out? I checked the time and groaned. We’d lost the whole afternoon, not that I was complaining. Sex with Grant had been awesome. My body was already sore from our escapades…or sexcapades, as Cheyenne liked to call them.

I heard voices downstairs and figured he must have gone to talk to Vin or work on his music.

Reaching over the side of the bed, I found my clothes, slipped into my yoga pants and an oversized T-shirt, and then padded out of the room.

“Grant!” I called again, jogging down the stairs.

I froze when I caught sight of what was going on at the bottom of the stairs. Grant and his father were in the middle of a standoff. The door was wide open, and Grant was holding his gun out in front of him, pointing it straight at his father.

Time stood still. I swayed in place. This couldn’t be happening.

“Ari, go back into the room,” Grant said, strangely calm.