The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(138)

“I don’t feel like being gentle with you, Luce. Fuck, that feels good.”

One of her fingers eases over the skin between my balls and asshole, and I squeeze my eyes tight before they snap down at her.

Her brows jump in knowing, her mouth fucking full of me.

This.

I tighten my gaze on her, my head tilting to the side as I try to decipher what that look is.

And then the tip of her finger is poised right there.

My nostrils flare, and I jerk my hips as I grow harder.

The tatters of my control are completely in her hands as she draws back, her lips sucking over the smooth head of my cock.

This.

She takes me deep and swallows around me, then pulls back as she sucks me in again. It’s slow. It’s torturous. It’s fucking insanity.

And then she’s pushing into a place no fucker has ever been before, and I momentarily lose my fucking mind. My hands fist in her hair as my jaw goes slack, my hips pumping unforgivably, and I can’t even see her.

Stars. I see fucking stars.

I reach blindly for the tiled wall at her back, knowing it puts her in an awkward position, but she’s taking one for the team here.

I need this.

I hear her make a sound as she struggles, my cock sliding deeper than I’ve ever been.

“Gonna—”

She slides into her knuckle, and I go off.

I GO OFF.

I’m not sure what happens in the time between Lucy’s finger fully penetrating my asshole and me ending up on my knees straddling her face, but as the stars clear and I find focus on my girl—she’s fucking smiling at me.





Lucy





“I can’t believe I became a member of the Tuesday club before you.”

I crawl onto the sofa, curling in his lap and snuggling into his chest. He wraps me in his arms, and I close my eyes.

“Things went south fast.” I chuckle softly. “I had it all planned out.”

“What were your plans? Tell me about your day?” His hands thread through my hair, smoothing over the strands he had twisted in his fists only hours ago.

“I went shopping with the girls.” I grin. “We had a bottomless brunch and ended up in a sex shop.”

“Of course, you did.” He sniggers. “What did you buy?”

“Me? I bought you another birthday present.”

I look up to find a sinful smile on his mouth.

“Do you want to see what I got you?” I sit up, straddling his waist.

“I’ve not been gentle with you tonight, baby. Will your present make me hard?”

“You can’t break me, Elliot.”

“That’s a yes.”

“Well, I hope so…” I climb from his lap and back out of the room. “Wait here.”

I run up the stairs and into our room. The toys lay scattered on the bed, and I quickly throw them into the basket. I pull off Elliot’s shirt and slide on my new bra and panty set.

I rush back down the stairs and peep around the door to the lounge and find him in the same spot, one arm thrown behind his head as he lies with his eyes closed.

I sneak in, dropping the toys to the floor as I climb back onto him.

His eyes open.

“The first gift is a bit of fun for me.”

He bites his lip, sitting up and running his hands up my waist. “Baby, no. This is all for me.”

“It’s princess,” I correct. “And you’re wrong.”

I reach down and pull out the first gift, feeling silly. Still, I place the gold crown on his head.

It fits perfectly.

“Don’t say anything,” I tell him, suppressing a giggle.

“Luce.”

“Open this.” I hold up the neatly wrapped piece of card.

“What is it?”

I tilt my head and give him a droll stare.

He leans in and bites my nipple through my lace. “Tease.”

He unwraps the paper and frowns before realisation sets in. His face transforms. And then he flinches, and I know he’s thinking about what happened in the shower.

“Ace. For my Prince Charming. Judge me on this kink, and I’ll tell everyone you like my finger up your arse.”

“You’re giving me your ace.” He smiles, finally understanding. “I didn’t catch on in the shower.”

“You were having too much fun.” I roll my lips and pop my brows, taking the card from him and slipping it into my panties. “You think you can go for round three tonight, big man?”

“With a fucking crown on my head.”

I nod, knowing he’ll do anything for me. “Happy birthday, my noble prince.”

“Nah.” He stands, hoisting me up in his arms as he walks through the house and up the stairs. “Happy fucking Tuesday, princess.”





CHAPTER FIVE





THE KIDS





Elliot





One Year Later


I’ve never wanted the white picket fence. The house didn’t even come with one—it had a stone and wrought iron boundary wall instead.

Close enough.

But as I pull into the driveway of mine and Lucy’s home, her bare feet dusting the ground as she sways on the swing seat out on the porch, I realise this is all I’ll ever want.