Tempting Little Thief (Girls of Greyson #1) Read Online Meagan Brandy

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Girls of Greyson Series by Meagan Brandy
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Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
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It’s crazy, the timing. How I only ever wanted two things in my life, until suddenly I wanted three, and here I am, at the cusp of having all three, all at once.

I run my hands through my hair, my shoulders sagging a little lower as I quickly wash myself before she gets in here.

Tomorrow is going to be rough on my baby, so tonight, I’ll need to be good and gentle with her.

The glass door opens, and I smile when her soft hands wrap around me from behind, her palms pressing to my chest as hers meet my back. She hugs me, pressing her cheek to my spine with a long exhale, the last few weeks catching up to us both.

She was here alone, but not alone, hating life and missing me, and I was out there fighting motherfuckers for my old bosses, secretly coming to her when she didn’t know it. I watched her sleep, then went back to Brayshaw for business.

It was the hardest shit I’ve ever done, leaving her each time I did. I had never needed someone before, but I needed to be near her. I had to have eyes on her, or I couldn’t fucking think. Shit sounds weak, but it is what it is. She’s a drug and I’m fucking addicted.

Keeping myself busy was the only thing that helped, and it wasn’t for nothing. It paid off.

Literally, I never expected anything, but I won’t lie and say it didn’t change some things for me because it did.

Slowly, I ring her around my body, and she smiles up at me when I gently take her hair and tug so the water falls over her. Her eyes close and she lets out soft little mewls as I massage her scalp. I start washing her, beginning with her hair, and work my way down, leaving no part of her unwashed. When I reach between her legs, she squeezes her thighs together a little, clasping her hand on my bicep.

I look up from where I’m kneeling before her now and she lifts a shoulder, her lips pressing to one side.

“I’m sort of—”

“I know and I don’t care.”

A small frown pulls her brows and I rise to my feet, rinsing my hands under the spray behind her as I lean down to skim my lips over hers. “The nurse at the hospital told me.”

She bites her lip, eyes growing hooded, just as fucking eager to have me again as I am her. “That’s an invasion of privacy,” she whispers, flicking her tongue over my lip ring.

I catch it between my teeth, closing my mouth around it and sucking slightly. As I pull back, I shake my head. “There is no wall between us, baby. I will know all. See all. Speak on all, and I expect you to do the same. And tonight …” I press her into the wall, “I fully expect you to coat my cock. Your period means nothing to me, ma. It’s just a little extra lube, that’s all.”

Rocklin’s chest heaves, her eyes low and needy … and waiting, like a good fucking girl.

“Kiss me, Rocklin Revenaw. Right fucking now,” I whisper.

She pulls in a long breath and presses her lips to mine. It’s not a hard crash but a leisurely fuck of her tongue. It’s therapy for the deeper parts of ourselves and exactly what I want—her to take me how she wants me while still being what she needs me to be for her, the man calling the shots. It’s a delicate little dance we’ll do tonight.

“I’m so hard for you, baby.” I kiss her jaw and then her neck, squeezing and kneading her ass. “Can you feel what you do to me?” I press into her abdomen and she nods, running her fingers through my hair. “Are you ready to make me feel good?”

“Dying to.”

I groan, finding her lips once more, and she grips my shoulders. “Love that answer, Rich Girl. Now move that ass before we make an even bigger mess than we plan to.”

I release her, spin and step out, and she’s right behind me, tearing her towel from the rack beside mine, and we dry as we move into the room. I toss my towel onto the floor and she gently folds hers over the end of the bed, where we stand facing one another.

Her hair is dripping wet down her body, but she doesn’t care, her eyes locked on mine.

Her nipples pebble to sharp points and I bring my knuckles up to run along them, watching as gooseflesh bursts across her skin. My cock twitches at the sight.

“Perfect body for the perfect girl,” I murmur, skating my knuckles higher until they’re gliding along her neck. I hook my pinkie in the little loop of the B hanging from her collar, my eyes popping up to meet hers.


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