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
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
ZadeI knew if I waited, things would go wrong, which is why I proposed to Izzy sooner than I had planned. Good job I did as if I hadn't. I was meant to be proposing right now, which isn't ideal.The room is buzzing with controlled chaos. Nurses move efficiently around us, murmuring instructions and checking monitors. Izzy lies in the hospital bed, her face flushed, hair damp with sweat, and hands clutching mine like a lifeline. Her grip is strong—stronger than I ever expected—but I welcome the pain. It’s grounding me, keeping me in the moment when I feel like I might lose my mind.“Zade, breathe,” Izzy groans, her voice strained as another contraction overtakes her. “You’re supposed to remind me to breathe, not forget how to do it yourself.”I snap out of my daze, nodding quickly. “Right. Breathe, Izzy. Deep breaths.” I mimic the motion, inhaling and exhaling like I’m teaching her something she hasn’t been doing perfectly for hours.She glares at me between breaths, sweat beading on
IzzyI can’t help but smile at Zade as he drives, his hands steady on the wheel, his profile glowing in the soft morning light. Time has slipped by so quickly. It feels like only yesterday we were grappling with fears and uncertainty, and now here we are. Zade has been by my side so much more than I ever expected. He still works, but not nearly as much as he did before. Somehow, he’s found a balance, and it’s brought us closer in ways I didn’t think possible.While he’s working, I spend most of my time at home with Sammi and baby Emmerson. It’s been heartwarming to watch Sammi and Grayson navigate parenthood together, their bond strengthening with every passing day. Watching their joy gives me hope—hope that Zade and I can have something just as beautiful with our baby.Zade has been going to counseling regularly, and I see pieces of the real him emerging more and more each week. The man beneath the armor he built to survive, to lead the mafia, to bury his pain—that man is someone ext
Zade POVI lose myself in her, time slipping away as I drink her in, the salty-sweet flavor of her flooding my senses. She collapses into the bed eventually, her body limp, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. Even now, her walls quiver, her body still coming down as I lick the last remnants of her release.When I finally pull away, I move up her body and kiss her with a desperate need, our lips crashing together in a possessive claim. I’m hard again, painfully so, but there’s no rush. Tonight, there’s no clock ticking down, no interruptions, just us.“Alright,” I say, standing to strip the last of my clothes, my eyes devouring her sprawled form. “Let’s keep going.”She whimpers, weak from the relentless pleasure, and reaches for me, her hands trembling as they find my shoulders. “Zade,” she murmurs, but I’m nowhere near done.Izzy tastes like heaven, pure and raw, a flavor I never want to forget. My lips return to her swollen clit, teasing and tormenting her again. Her body jerks as s
ZadeAs I help Izzy into my car, her radiant smile reminds me just how much I’ve been neglecting her. I’ve been so consumed with making sure Grayson is home with Sammi and the baby that I’ve failed the one person who needed me most—her. The guilt eats at me as I start the engine, and I steal glances at her, soaking in her beauty, her strength, her unwavering patience with me.She pulls something from her bag and holds it out to me—a scan image. My heart twists as I take it, running my fingers over the black-and-white lines that outline our baby.“I’m sorry I missed it,” I whisper, the weight of regret heavy in my voice.Her smile is soft, understanding. “It’s fine. You were working and making sure Grayson was home for Sammi and the baby.” Her words are kind, but they cut deep. Missing this moment wasn’t fine, and I can’t let it happen again.When we arrive, I park and immediately step out, going to her side and lifting her into my arms. She laughs lightly, her arms wrapping around my
Izzy POVHis dark eyes burn into mine, a mixture of frustration and desire. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Izzy,” he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse.I lean in, letting my breath ghost over his lips. “Good. I want to play, Zade. And this time, I make the rules.”“You want to fuck me?” His voice is low, teasing, as his dark eyes bore into mine, a smirk playing on his lips. The sight of him, restrained and vulnerable yet brimming with raw power, ignites something primal in me. I chuckle softly, leaning in to capture his lips, grinding against him as I feel him stir beneath me.“Oh, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you,” I murmur against his lips, my voice husky with desire. Pulling back, I let a wicked smile curl on my lips. “You’re all mine now,” I whisper, my words dripping with dominance. Slowly, deliberately, I sink to my knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact as my hands glide over his thighs.His breath hitches when I reach up, my fingers wrapping around his s
IzzyIt’s been two months since we came back, and while Zade and I have grown closer, some days feel like we’re barely keeping our heads above water. The distance that came with my pregnancy has dissolved, and his promise to fuck me every day? He’s kept it. But most of the time, it’s rushed, like an obligation rather than passion.I understand why—he’s juggling too much. He practically ordered Grayson to stay home for a couple of months after Sammi had the baby, leaving him to hold everything together. Sure, his brothers are around to help, but Zade hardly leans on them. It’s as if he’s still carrying the weight of raising them, of being their protector, even now.Today was supposed to be different. It was the scan, the moment I’ve been excited about for weeks. But, at the last minute, he got a call—something urgent, something he couldn’t ignore—and I found myself in the clinic with my mum instead of him. All I got from Zade was a quick message asking how it went. No follow-up, no exc
Izzy POVThe moment Zade walks in, the tension between us hangs in the air like a storm waiting to break. We talk briefly, my voice trembling as I tell him the words that have been weighing on my heart: “I’m keeping the baby.” Relief flickers across his face, but it’s not pure joy—it’s layered with fear, uncertainty, and something I can’t quite place. He doesn’t say much after that, just pulls me into his arms, holding me close. I melt into him, exhaustion taking over as I fall asleep wrapped in his warmth.When I wake, the space beside me is empty, and the bed feels colder without him. Slowly, I sit up, rubbing my eyes. My gaze falls on Zade, seated at the foot of the bed, his back turned to me. His shoulders are tense, and his head is bowed slightly, as if the weight of the world is pressing down on him.I hesitate, unsure of what to say or how to bridge the chasm that feels like it’s grown between us. Things had been going so well before all this, and now? Now it feels like we’ve b
IzzyThe moment Grayson wraps his arms around me, I feel the weight of everything pressing down on me like a storm. For the first time in hours, there’s a flicker of safety, but it’s fragile, like glass teetering on the edge of shattering. Zade’s words still echo in my mind—angry, hurt, raw—and even though I know deep down he would never hurt me, in that moment, he didn’t feel like the man I fell in love with. He felt like someone else entirely, someone I didn’t know.The sound of the door closing behind me sends a chill through my spine. Zade has left. I should stop him, run after him, beg him to stay, but I can’t. My legs feel like lead, and my heart is a hurricane of guilt and confusion.“What’s happened?” Grayson’s voice cuts through the silence, low but laced with tension. His arms tighten around me, and for a moment, I let myself break. The tears come in uncontrollable waves, and I bury my face into his chest as though I can hide from my own mistakes.“I’m pregnant, Gray,” I cho
Zade POVEvery time I close my eyes, I see her face—tear-streaked and filled with anguish. Then the memories hit, unbidden and relentless. Blood. The screams. The bodies. My parents, mangled and lifeless. Her—my ex, so pregnant, so full of life, and then... gone. The flashbacks swallow me whole, dragging me under. My breathing becomes shallow, erratic, and I grip the edge of the table to ground myself, my knuckles white.“Zade,” a voice cuts through the storm in my mind, anchoring me back to reality. I look up to see Grayson sitting across from me, his face a mixture of concern and frustration.I can’t even muster the energy to speak. I just stare at him, then down at the untouched glass of whiskey in front of me.“Did you drink it?” he asks, his tone sharp but not unkind.I shake my head. “No. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to.”Grayson exhales, leaning back in his chair. “At least you didn’t. That’s something.” He watches me closely, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re drowning, Za