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
Sammi’s POVI linger in the same spot for what feels like an eternity, my thoughts swirling around me. Eventually, with a deep breath, I force myself to move. My feet carry me back to Grayson’s room, my mind still heavy with the events of the day. I search for my phone, finally spotting my bag on the side table. Grabbing it, I notice several unread messages from Zade.Your room is done!The message makes me pause. I hadn’t even realized they’d finished it. Stepping into the hallway, I see the door that once led to the bathroom next to my room is completely gone. How had I not noticed they closed it off?Curiosity piqued, I walk into my newly refurbished bedroom. Everything is uncovered, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. I sift through my closet for a dress and some shoes, then head to the shower, washing away the day. My mind drifts back to Grayson, and a small smile tugs at my lips. I’m eager to see him later, but there’s a growing knot of uncertainty in my stomach. My brothers
Sammi’s POVZade’s glare is piercing, a dark storm building in his eyes as he grips my arm tighter. The tension between us is thick, suffocating. My mouth opens to speak, to lie, but the words stick in my throat as his grip tightens just a bit more, twisting my arm slightly, forcing my attention solely on him.“What the hell have you been doing?” His voice is low, simmering with barely contained anger. He looks at me like I’m a puzzle he can’t figure out, a piece that doesn’t fit into the perfect image of the sister he’s always protected.“I… what?” I chew on my lip, feeling the walls close in. I try to think of something, anything, but all I can do is feel his eyes burning into me, waiting for an answer I can’t give.He narrows his eyes, his voice rising, “How the hell do you have carpet burns on you, Sammi? Who the hell are you fucking?”“I’m not!” I whisper, the words weak, almost swallowed by the intensity of the moment.Zade laughs, but it’s humorless, more of a harsh bark than a
Grayson’s POVThe longer we keep this secret, the worse it gets. It’s like carrying a weight that grows heavier with every passing second. Every part of me screams to run to Sammi, to hold her tight, to tell her that it will be okay. But I can’t. Instead, I’m left standing here, helpless, as I watch her break down and run away, tears streaming down her face. I feel a sickening twist in my gut. My eyes flick to Willow, and she can’t even look at me, her head hanging low like she’s carrying her own burden of guilt.“Grayson, drop Willow home. We’ve got shit to deal with,” Zade says, striding out, the others following him. I know what he means. They’re going to try to figure out who Sammi’s been dating, like this is some sort of game. But it’s not. It’s spiraling into something none of us can control.“I’m sorry,” Willow whispers, her voice so fragile I barely hear her. “Sammi’s going to hate me now.” Her words tremble, soaked in regret.“She won’t care that they found out the lie, Willo
Sammi’s POVEvery instinct in my body screamed at me to leave. Staying here felt wrong—everything about it was suffocating me. Yet, of course, Zade appeared, right on cue, just as I was walking out of my room, my bag slung over my shoulder, and refused to let me go.I stood there, torn between two impossible decisions. One part of me knew I was acting out, that maybe I was overreacting, like a child throwing a tantrum. But the other part—the louder part—felt like I hadn’t even begun to express just how messed up everything was. I hadn’t made enoughnoise, hadn’t shown everyone the depth of my pain, my frustration, my anger.And then, there was Grayson. He was the only thing tethering me here. Leaving would mean I wouldn’t see him, wouldn’t feel the comfort of his presence. And with how tense everything had become lately, if anyone found out the truth about Grayson and me... I couldn’t even imagine the fallout. It wouldn’t end well, for either of us.A knock on the door pulls me from m
This room screams money, and it's not like I'm poor; I'm just not stupidly rich. Jake isn't yet. Sure, his dad is, but Jake was told until he proves himself, he won't get a penny. Sure, he gets money from his dad every month to live on and such.Yet, nothing else. Even though I know that his dad essentially paid for this ring I am wearing, Jake doesn't work, which means he no doubt had to ask his dad for money for the ring.It's looking like Jake might be getting his inheritance. News of this engagement has made his father see him in a whole new way—not just the engagement, but me, apparently. Dating me has made his son straighten his life out. I'm not sure how I helped. All I am doing is dating him.I didn't even know about his money until I met his dad, so it was a shock when Jake stopped at the house.They continued the conversation. His dad smiled at me and the ring. I'm still processing this. I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely diff
6 Months LaterSitting, I laugh. The slight feeling of being tipsy makes me happy."He's a grumpy nut!" Bex pushes me so hard that I almost fall off the stool."Maybe, but he's my grumpy nut!" I laugh and stand, and she pouts at me, sulking. "I'm going. I want to be with Jake when the new year begins. He wasn't feeling great." Hugging her, I walk home."Ruby, Ruby, Ruby!" I groan and stop at the door turning Ivy dances to me. "I'm glad you're here! I lost my keys."Laughing at her, I unlock the door. "You didn't lose them, Ivy. You never do. They are always inside where you left them." I walk in and go to the side, picking up the keys. I rattle them at her. "See."Laughing, she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I grab a drink and go upstairs, my head shaking at the fact she forgot her keys again. I had told her just before we left, get your keys. Laughing, I push the door open and freeze."Jake!" I stand shocked and sickened. He turns slightly and looks at me."Is this her?" The woman who