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We were both lost in our pleasure together.
And I never wanted to be found again.
NINETEEN
GRAYSON
Sloane’s innerwalls were still clamping down on my cock, trying to hold me inside her body for a few seconds more, when I withdrew from her slick heat. I couldn’t stay here—in her bed, in her room—even though every instinct I had was telling me to do just that.
I’d crossed the line I swore I never would.
This couldn’t happen again.
I sat up, throwing my legs off the side of the bed.
Behind me, Sloane asked, “Where are you going?”
“It’s early. Go back to sleep,” I told her, turning to look at her over my shoulder. But what I saw nearly broke my resolve to stay away from her. Wrapped loosely in the sheet, her eyes were vulnerable, her body language expressing the things she wouldn’t voice.
What had just happened had meant something to her.
And it had fucking meant something to me, too.
I hadn’t been prepared for that. For me, a woman was a distraction. Once I got off, and she got off, that was it. Done. Dusted. I would get ghost, and although some would try and reconnect, that wasn’t what I was about. How could I consider being responsible for someone else’s happiness and well-being when my life was so… violent? Fallon was, of course, the exception to that, and she always would be.
My head told me to get the hell out of there, but when I spied her glistening cunt peeking out through the sheet, I grabbed her ankle and drew her closer. Burying my fingers into her wet pussy, I found my cum warm and wet in her tight sheath, and the knowledge that I’d marked her beforehimwas a fucking high like no other. This woman—whether she knew it or not—was mine.
I pumped two fingers in and out, watching the way she lost control. The sheet fell from her body, and I drank my fill. Sloane was pure perfection with her platinum blonde hair, her just-right handful of breasts, slender waist, flared hips, and long, tanned legs.
Planting one hand down onto the bed, I bent and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing the aching bud with the tip of my tongue. Her skin smelled like me now, and it soothed the possessive side of me. She writhed, her legs scissoring on either side of my hips. Christ, I was hard again, but I couldn’t give in. I needed to go.
Easing my fingers out of her pussy, I brought them to her lips. “Taste yourself, and me.”
She opened her mouth, sucking in the digits and swirling her tongue around them.
I licked my bottom lip, almost tasting what she was tasting. “Fucking perfect,” I told her, my voice dropping an octave. With a sharp pain lancing my chest, I got dressed, then slipped from her room.
I knew we had to stop this.
I couldn’t be involved with the woman who would become Finnan’s wife.
I couldn’t let myself be drawn in.
My loyalty was supposed to be to Finnan and the Clan, but right this minute, I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t give a shit about loyalty or the men I commanded.
For once in my life, I wanted to be selfish.
I wanted her.
I took a quick shower, got into clean clothes, then went to the kitchen, where Torin was nursing a cup of coffee.
I nodded to him as I beelined to the coffee maker.
“Where did you disappear off to?” he asked. “I didn’t see you after I was finished with Megs.”
“I wasn’t in the mood to socialize,” I replied. Yeah, I wasn’t in the mood for getting my dick sucked by a woman who wasn’t Sloane. “I cut away early and came back here.”
As if thinking her name had conjured her, Sloane breezed into the kitchen. Even though she was in the same singed and dusty dress I’d taken her out of last night, she looked gorgeous. Her hair was still damp from the shower she’d taken, and some part of me was disappointed that she’d washed away the scent of me—and my cum—from her body.
