Sammi POVMy day has disappeared in the art room, and I hate to admit it, but I’m struggling. It’s not like I expected this to be easy, but today feels like a losing battle. There’s something missing, and I can’t figure out what it is. Every sketch I’ve started has ended up crumpled and tossed aside like trash. I glance at the clock. Three O'clock. Three, and I’ve got nothing to show for it.With a frustrated sigh, I throw another piece of paper onto the growing pile when my phone rings. Grateful for the distraction, I grab it quickly.“Hello?” I mutter, glaring down at my latest failed sketch.“Sammi, are you busy?” Willow’s voice sounds hopeful on the other end, but I’m so desperate for a break that I don’t even care what she needs.I am busy, but not with anything worth sticking to. “No, what’s up?” I ask, trying not to sound too relieved.“Can you come to mine?” Her voice has a hint of urgency, and I don’t even think twice before agreeing.“Sure, I’ll be right there. See you soon.
Sammi’s POVWe’ve been sitting for hours, and I’ve filled her in on every insignificant detail of my life. I won’t lie—I distanced myself. After losing my job, I became so focused on the new one and Jake that I barely spoke to her. I know that now.“Here,” she says suddenly, tossing something at me. I catch it instinctively, confused, before looking down. “You know my work schedule. I’m on from eight till six most nights. If you and Grayson need a place to fuck each other into oblivion without worrying about your brothers, use this.”I stare at the key in my hand. “Are you serious?”She smirks. “If I can’t help you get laid with the guy you’re in love with, when can I help?”“I’m not in love with him,” I mumble, trying to convince both her and myself.Her eyebrow arches. “You are, or you wouldn’t be this scared of getting hurt,” she says, her voice softer.I shake my head, refusing to agree. I haven’t said it to Grayson, and I’m sure as hell not admitting it to her.“Come on, let’s ge
Sammi POVHe releases my hair, his hand pushing my head down until my cheek is pressed against the floor. As soon as it is, he slams into me with a single powerful thrust.I let out a small cry. Grateful that I was wet enough that he slid in easily, but it was still painful in some senses, not that I cared. The pain twisted and bound with the pleasure as my eyes watered, and I felt like I was stretched to the max.He drew back and slammed into me again, and I clawed at the floor. "Fuck, you're tight." He groaned, and slammed into me again. "That's it, Angel. You take it, you can take it."Grayson's hand moved from my neck, grasping my other hip in a more punishing grip. His thumb stroked over my ass, and I struggled to compose myself.My breath came out in soft pants. I was impossibly full; gradually, the pain from it subsided and left only a delicious pleasure and pressure in its place. My teeth managed to unclench enough for a moan to slip out.I push back on him, desperate for me.
Grayson POVShe’s absolutely incredible. I lie beside her, still feeling the warmth of her lips on mine, my heart slowing down as I catch my breath. Everything about her captivates me.“We need to put this place to use more often,” she whispers softly, her breath tickling my ear. I nod in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. We really do. It’s always a gamble when we’re in her room—there’s the constant tension, the fear that her brothers might come barging in at any moment. But here, we don’t have to worry about that.“We will, Angel,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. As I gaze down at her, I notice the redness on her skin from the carpet. My fingers trail lightly down her body, feeling her start to relax even more under my touch. I hadn’t considered how rough the carpet might be on her soft skin, and I know she’ll be sore tomorrow.She shifts slightly, her breathing deepening, and soon she drifts off into sleep. For a moment, I just watch her,
Grayson’s POVI wake up with a smile already tugging at my lips, the warmth of Sammi’s body wrapped around mine. There’s no rush to get out of bed today, and that thought alone makes me smile even wider. Her brothers think she’s staying over at Willow’s place, and apparently, they’re encouraging her to spend even more time there. Lucky for me, I get to be the one benefitting from their misconception.My fingers trace lightly down the curve of her neck, and she instinctively nuzzles closer into me, her body pressing against mine. Another bonus of today? I know her brothers are out and busy from six in the morning, so we have the place to ourselves. No interruptions. No worries. Just us as they finished her room yesterday as well, not that she knows.As if on cue, she stirs, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine, immediately locking on. There’s a flicker of hesitation in her gaze before she speaks. “Before you lecture me, I didn’t lie,” she whispers softly. “I tried, but nothing felt go
Grayson’s POVShe stays above me, the silence stretching between us, but it’s a silence that speaks louder than words. Her eyes are wide and glistening, a single tear threatening to fall. Without thinking, I reach up and gently wipe it away. Anyone who knows me knows what this moment means. It’s not just a tattoo. This is like handing her a piece of my soul, my trust. I don’t let anyone mark my body, not like this.I watch her as she sets everything up, getting the tattoo gun ready, her movements deliberate, almost reverent. But then, with that playful glint in her eyes, she rolls her hips purposefully, grinding against me. My body tenses, every muscle tight, as I fight the urge to slam up into her and make her scream. I want to, desperately, but this moment—this first stroke of the needle—needs to be hers.She leans forward, pressing her chest to mine, kissing my chest, her hips still moving as she grinds down, sending waves of pleasure through me. Then I hear the buzzing sound of th
Grayson’s POVShe doesn’t argue, doesn’t hesitate or second-guess herself. If anything, her gaze is steady, urging me on without a single word. That look of trust, of expectation, fuels me. Without a second thought, I flip us effortlessly, positioning myself between her thighs. The sight of her laid out before me, vulnerable yet so damn powerful, sends a surge of desire through me.I kiss along the soft skin of her inner thigh, inching closer to her core, savoring every inch of her. My tongue slides along her pussy, and she moans, her body arching toward me. For a moment, I lose track of my original plan. The urge to taste her, to drown in her, takes over, and I grab her hips, holding her firmly against my mouth. My tongue plunges into her, and she trembles, her moans louder as I work faster, greedily devouring every sound, every shiver.Her fingers tangle in my hair, a firm grip that sends shivers of its own down my spine. I bite down lightly on her clit, eliciting a gasp from her, b
Sammi’s POVI stay silent, letting the warmth of the moment sink into my skin. Grayson’s fingers lazily trace along my side, sending gentle waves of contentment through me. I sigh, lost in the sensation, feeling utterly at peace. His touch is grounding, like an anchor that holds me steady in the sea of my own thoughts.“So... how big is the dick?” His voice breaks through the silence, low and teasing.“What?” I peer up at him, my brow furrowing in confusion. “Are you seriously asking me how big your dick is? Gray, you should know that already,” I laugh, my eyes crinkling at the ridiculousness of his question.He rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Not that one, smartass. The one on my chest. You tattooed it on me, right? I’m guessing that’s what it is?”My eyes widen, my jaw dropping open in mock offense. “You think I would tattoo a dick on your chest? Wow, I regret being nice now,” I laugh, shaking my head at him. “Next time, maybe I will, if that’s what you