Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she whispered.
He smiled. “You going to let us both fuck you? However we want? However we demand?”
She moaned. “Yes.”
“If I want to take your mouth while Damon takes that pussy, you’re going to let us?”
“Yes.” Her heart raced.
“We didn’t discuss anal play the other day. I was . . . distracted. You good with anal sex?”
“I . . . it’s been a long time, but yes.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not going to just start fucking you. Part of the fun is the preparation. But I got a set of butt plugs just for you. Along with some other gifts.”
Butt plugs? Her asshole clenched at that.
And other gifts? Were they similar to butt plugs?
Holy heck.
“They’re at Pinkies. But just so you know, we like our naughty girl too. We like you whatever way you come to us.”
Damn. These guys.
They were kind of mobsters. They looked like sin. Yet, they said the sweetest things. The sort of things she read in books, or saw in movies, or wished for in her dreams.
“Brooks got away okay?” he asked.
And he just kept getting better.
“Yeah, sometimes it feels sad that he doesn’t need me like he used to. And other times . . . well, it has its benefits.” She gave him a shy look.
“It definitely does, Twinkletoes. You packed a bag?”
“Yep.” She picked up the duffel bag she’d set by the door.
Grady held out his hand.
Huh. She thought they were past this. She slapped her hand down on his. “Let’s do this.”
He looked at her for a long moment. Then he threw his head back and laughed. He laughed until he had to wipe away his tears. Then shaking his head, he reached out and took the bag from her.
“Precious,” he muttered.
Oh. Right.
Lord, she was an idiot.
She knew she was blushing bright red as he took her hand to lead her outside.
But how much did she love that he was holding her hand?
A lot. She loved it a lot.
As they moved down the walkway, Roddy, her upstairs neighbor strode toward them. He glanced up and grew pale at the sight of Grady.
“Hi, Roddy,” she called out.
He grunted and skirted around them, giving Grady nervous looks.
“What did you do to him?” she asked as they got to the town car where Raul waited.
“Me? Nothing. But Steele sent a few boys to chat to him about his late-night parties. He hasn’t been having them anymore, right? You would tell me if he was, wouldn’t you, Effie?” He grasped hold of her chin, tilting her head back.
Finally, an epiphany hit her.
Was he more at ease touching her when he controlled it? When he’d played at clubs, presumably he’d touched the subs. But he’d completely controlled the narrative.
That made sense.
Grady liked complete control. Always. He might never be all cuddly and affectionate in front of others, but he was definitely more at ease when it was just the three of them.
“Effie?”
“Yes, I’d tell you,” she blurted out. “And no, he hasn’t been having his late-night parties.”
“What a good girl you are, gifting me your submission. You like that, don’t you? Having us take charge?”
“Like it might not be the right word,” she whispered. “I think I could get addicted to it.”
He grinned. Then he opened the door and helped her into the car. She slid along as he climbed in, putting her duffel at his feet. But instead of sitting by the door, he slid into the middle seat. Then he buckled her seat belt before doing up his own.
He knocked on the privacy screen and the car took off.
Then he grasped hold of her chin. “Now to say a proper hello to my girl.”
By the time they got to Pinkies, she knew that she was going to have to re-do her make-up. That her lips were probably swollen and her eyes glazed.
And she didn’t give a fuck about any of that.
All she wanted was to ease the arousal rushing through her. But what she most wanted to do was touch him. To make him feel as good as he did her.
“Grady,” she moaned.
“Shh, be a good girl for me a bit longer. I’ll get you inside and we’ll do something to ease your need.”
“You . . . I want you.”
“I know. I want that too. But we’re not fucking until I get you home and can take my time. Not fucking you for the first time here at a strip bar.”
“How do you feel about getting head at a strip bar?” Then she realized what she’d just said. “I meant from me! From me! No one else better be giving you head!”
“I don’t mind if you wanna give me head, honey,” a man called out. “Titties and an ass like that, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me. Bet you suck like a hoover and those tits will bounce so pretty.”