Chapter 23 Hit Me With Your Best Lie.
GINGER:
He has me hoisted onto him, legs wrapped around his waist, fingers tangled in his tousled dark hair. His mouth is on my jaw, fingers buried within the fabric of my panties, stroking between my folds as he angles his hips against me, meeting in time with every circle of his wrist down my most sensitive part.
The lust is thick in the air between us. Our breaths coming out in ragged pants. I can't tell you where I end and where he starts. My body feels his touches everywhere. On my bum, my neck, my waist, core—everywhere possible.
There's something else. A pressure, much like a knot, tightening and building inside of me. It feels good. So good I bite down on my index finger to keep from screaming. Grayson increases his pace, his knuckles alternating between fast and slow, climbing higher in speed each time.
I try to pull away, too tightly wound and throbbing and sensitive, but he just locks me in place, gyrating faster and harder. The pleasure intensifes. “Gray… I think I'm gonna—”
The door swings open.
We freeze. The heat between us dialing down a notch.
“Wow.” “I knew there was something off about you two, but I never expected it to be this… bad.”
“Just wait till Roman and Gwen hear about this.”
“Kate—wait, I can explain.”
“Really? You want to talk, now? After you've been caught in horrifyingly crystal HD?” “Fine. I'm all ears. Hit me with your best lie.”
“I'm not going to deny being attracted to Ginger.”
“That doesn't sound like a lie,” she singsongs, feet tapping on the floor.
“It wasn't meant to be one.”
“Okay now you're really beggining to piss me off, Grayson.” “That's your stepsister for heaven's sake. I'm your fiancée.”
“For the time being. We have a deal, remember?”
“What does she have that I don't?”
“Katelyn—”
“Don't.” “I don't want to hear it.”
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“Give me your word.” “Promise me you'll stay out of this.”
“I can't. You matter too much to me.”
“What do you want in exchange? Mention something—anything at all—and it's yours.”
“Your heart.”
“I can't give you that.”
“A place by your side then?”
“You already hang around me.”
“It's not the same with how you treat her.”
“Damn right it isn't. She's… different.”
“I’m sure your father would beg to differ. Especially if my parents were to hear of this first.”
“Breathe a word about this to any of our parents, and I will call off this engagement so fast your head will spin.” “Mate or not, you'll be sent back to Ludacris to live the rest of your days waiting for some high-ranking Alpha—probably a pot-bellied oaf—to come sweep you up your feet.”
“Give it up, Katie. I hold all the cards this time.” “I'm sure you can see yourself out.”
“Why did you speak to her that way?”
“What way?
“Like she's a pest or something.” “That's your future wife you just walked out.”
“So? It isn't set in stone yet.”
What the hell was I thinking?
This is another girl's fiancè. And on top of that, my stepbrother whose engagement party was suddenly brought forward last night.
Our parents have put a ring on it, they've even picked a date. How could I be so careless, so reckless?
“What if she tells them? Or she gets angry somewhere down the line and fesses up?”
“Then she'll have me to deal with.”
Nothing about his entire posture conveys panic.
“How are you so calm about this?”
“It's only because you're doing the worrying for us.”
Something about the way he says us makes me blush even when I really shouldn't.
His phone vibrates in his pocket. “Um… I've got to be on my way now, Ginny. Practice is starting in five. And Coach will talk my ear off if I’m even a minute late.”
“Yeah, it's fine.”
“Could you come pick my sister up?”
“Okay. Good.”
“Fenton would be by in a bit to take you home. Will you be good here?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
“And about that orgasm you missed… perhaps we could get that sorted when I get back.”