CHAPTER 13

R yder wanted me to sleep, but I couldn’t sleep. I was a fucking livewire—charged and buzzing. My skin crawled while my mind raced. I paced the room frantically after he left, unable to settle down. Every time I closed my eyes, her voice drifted through my mind—soft and sweet like a little glimpse of heaven.

It drove me crazy.

It left me starved and desperate for something I couldn’t quite reach.

Come to me, Gray…

“No, no,” I muttered. I couldn’t… I couldn’t give in.

You promised you wouldn’t leave me, Gray…

“I did, I did, I did.” I nodded frantically. Had I? Had I made that promise? My fucking soul seemed to agree violently. Every minute away had me dying a little more. I was a fucking mess.

Please, come back to me, Gray… you can’t leave me…

I escaped the motel and ran straight to The Cove .

Straight to her.

Straight to the gorgeous redhead with pretty blue eyes. She greeted me with open arms and a million-dollar smile that took me out by the knees.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me,” Journey said as I swept her up in a fierce hug. The feel of her body against mine was a goddamn drug and I was a desperate addict. I craved her. Her fingers scraped against my scalp when she ran her hand through my hair. Her breath warmed my ear as she whispered, “Such a good boy, Gray. I knew you’d listen so well.”

It felt like coming home. She felt like home. I couldn’t explain it, and I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. I wouldn’t, even if I could.

I tangled my fingers in her hair and dragged her mouth to mine, needing a taste of her. My tongue battled hers while she grabbed hold of my belt and pulled me closer. My dick was hard as stone against my zipper. Needy and aching.

“Easy, Gray,” she whispered with a laugh against my lips. “So eager, my good boy.”

“Fuck, I need you,” I murmured and kissed her again—hard. Her little giggles and sighs were euphoric. Intoxicating perfection. God, this fucking woman was everything.

By the belt, she pulled me into a dark alcove. Just me and her and a tiny place where her body pressed against mine. No one could see us as we disappeared into our own space. I touched every inch of her I could, and it still wasn’t enough. Pushing her against the wall, I rolled my hips against hers with a moan.

“Please, Journey.” I wasn’t above begging for just a sliver of something from her. My hands traveled under her torn band shirt. She was soft and warm and fuck, I loved the feel of her. “I’ll do fuckin’ anythin’, baby. Please.”

“Would you really do anything for me, Gray?” she asked quietly. Those pretty blue eyes held mine as she waited for an answer. Heavy emotions I couldn’t verbalize clogged my throat, so I nodded. It was the best I could do. Planting a hand on my chest, she pushed my back against the opposite wall. “You’re so good to me, Gray. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”

She stroked my hard length through my jeans, and I damn near came undone right there. Fuck, no one should feel so goddamn good without doing a damn thing. My head tipped back against the wall with a strangled groan as she repeated the action.

“Answer me, Gray,” Journey ordered, giving my throbbing cock a light squeeze.

“Yes, ma’am,” I managed to get out. I was at her complete mercy as she unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. My mind was empty as fuck, and my body was a coiled ball of heat ready to explode. “ Fuckin’ hell… ”

“Good boys deserve to be rewarded,” she said. Her hand curled around my dick. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think of every fucking thing I could to avoid losing it right there. “Don’t let go yet, Gray. I want to taste you.”

“Fuck, baby,” I replied. “You keep talkin’ like that, and I ain’t goin’ to make it that long.”

“You can hold out for me.” She lowered down onto her knees in front of me. I resisted the urge to thread my fingers in her hair. She was in control, not me. Her tongue flicked over the head of my dick, and she moaned as she lapped up the pre-cum beading there. The sound was the definition of erotic.

She ran her tongue along the entire length of my cock before taking just the tip in her mouth. Fuck me. Was it supposed to feel this goddamn good? I was flying high. She took all of me without hesitation, and I hit the back of her throat. When she swallowed and her muscles tightened briefly around me, I moaned in competition with the club music. My hips rocked forward of their own accord.

“That’s it, Gray,” she coaxed as she popped off for just a moment. “Let me feel you lose control for me.”

“I can’t—”

“You can,” she insisted. Before I could say a fucking word otherwise, her mouth was back on my dick. Hot, wet, and commanding. My heart pounded erratically in my chest as my breathing turned ragged. I wrung my fingers in her hair and let myself fall into the wild sensations she sent off in every molecule of my body.

Thrusting into her mouth, I chased my release. Her nails dug into my thighs as she took every inch that I gave her. My muscles were wracked with tension while the heat and pressure in my spine were damn near painful.

I was right there, dangling between torture and bliss. I opened my mouth to say something but not a sound came out. Instead, I exploded. My fists tightened in her hair as my dick jerked in her mouth, shooting cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop with a greedy moan that vibrated all the way to my balls and nearly took me out by the knees.

When I had nothing left in me, I sagged against the wall. Exhaustion and euphoria clouded my head. I let go of her, running the pad of my thumb down the side of her gorgeous face. She leaned back on her heels and fluttered her lashes at me. In the dim glow of the club lights, her blue eyes practically glowed. Fuck, she looked like an angel.

An angel with the mouth of a sinner, but it still counted.

“Do you want more, Gray?” Journey asked, her voice barely a purr as she stared at me.

“I want all of it, baby,” I admitted. “Whatever you’ll let me have.”

“Then I’ve got something real special for you, honey. I promise.”