“I don’t like being talked back to, Joanna. I hate it. I’m in charge of an entire sector of the family, and I will brook no disrespect.” I could hear him tsk. “Now you’re going to get punished. And you're going to count them.”
“What?” I asked, but the moment I asked the question the hand connected with my ass. Fuck.
“Count.”
“One,” I said wincing. Except it didn’t hurt. It felt fucking good. Another “Two.” Another. “Three.” I kept counting until he got to ten.
And I was slick as fuck. Oh dammit. How the hell did it feel good? The heat radiating off of my ass, probably handprint shaped, and it felt absolutely delicious. I shifted and bent a little lower.
“Fuck, you are so wet you are glistening.” He reached towards me, his hands sliding between my thighs. It was slick; there was no doubt, and the way his fingers found my opening in seconds only made it worse.
I actually moaned and pressed my breasts up against the window.
“No matter how much you resist, you want me,” he whispered as he bent down towards my ear. “Admit it.”
“I want you,” it wasn’t hard to admit, the evidence was right there for him to see. To feel.
So I wasn’t surprised when he turned me over and pressed my back against the wall.
He undid each button of his oxford shirt with a single hand while he threaded his other through my hair, pulling on the threads at the base of my skull.
It felt so damn good to be manhandled. I slid my hands to his belt buckle and unlatched it, pulling it off before I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them as far down as I could reach.
“What are you doing, Jo?” he asked, his velvet cadence driving me just that much more insane.
“I’m going to suck your cock,” I said, earnestly as I bent down onto my knees, his hand still tangled in my hair.
He pulled a little tighter, and I moaned.
I gripped his boxer briefs and pulled them down, his cock standing at attention in front of my very face. I was no stranger to it at this point, but I was always shocked at how fucking huge he was.
And the urge to try to fit it all in my mouth. I grabbed it by the base and moved my hand up and down it, and then I took the head of it into my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around him before I looked up to see him standing there, staring down at me.
“Damn, Jo. That feels fucking amazing.” His eyes fluttered, and he gripped me just a little bit tighter.
So I licked down further and slid him in and out of my mouth, my throat taking as much of him as I could. Damn, he was big. I whined, but I took him in a little bit deeper. I could feel his hand on the back of my head pushing me forward. Fuck. He was forcing more of himself on me, and I was trying to take it all.
But I couldn’t. I choked a little and pushed back. His hand was there, holding me. Oh dear God, he was making me choke on his cock. Finally, he let me off of him, and I pulled back away from him.
“What, baby?” he asked as he looked down at me. “What do you want?”
“You,” I panted. “I want you.”
“All you had to do was ask.” He pulled me up and grabbed me by the hips, lifting me against that very cold, very real glass.
My ass was pressed against it, showing to the rest of the world in the middle of the day, and I fucking loved it.
I wanted to be fucked in front of the world. I wanted them to know that he was mine. And I was his. The moment he plunged himself into me I moaned so loud that if no one saw at least someone heard.
Even if it was only because of some stupid arrangement.
I clenched on to him as he slammed himself into me over and over, using the glass as leverage against my body.
“This, this is what I want,” Again and again he delved into me his hands pinning me to that wall. I wanted him. I had him.
He was mine.
“Oh, Greyson. Oh,” I said, “please, baby.”
“Cum with me,” he growled.
So when I came this time, it was different. It was whole body and soul. He came with me, his guttural moans bringing me back to reality. The smell of him. The feel of him.
He was everything I never thought I wanted, but everything I needed. At least at that moment.
Greyson
It was just like I fucking thought it would be. The look in her eyes, the disappointment, the fear. She didn’t fucking want me. Well, fuck her.
I sucked in a breath as I looked over her sleeping body. The way the top of her breasts reflected the light streaming in through my windows, the way her mouth parted just a little bit as she breathed.
No, fuck it all.
And fuck the way my chest constricted when she turned her head and cried into the window of my car. The way the tears streamed down her cheeks, the way her face reflected against the tinted glass of the window. The way her heart broke at the thought of marrying a man like me.
And fuck the fact that I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I wanted to kiss those tears away and then smack her ass for good measure like I did earlier. My palm still tingled with the memory. God damn, this girl was going to be my undoing.
Just as I started to walk towards her, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I could hear it from across the room. I ran over, scooped up my pants and pulled it out.
It was my mom.
“Hey, mom.”
“I don’t know if that is an adequate greeting for everything you have done, Grey.” I could hear the disappointment, but also the curiosity edging her voice.
“I’m sorry, mom. I fucked up.”
“You could’ve at least brought her home first,” she chuckled. I sighed in relief. She wasn’t going to hang this over my head. “So when do I meet her?”
“I-“
“Tonight, you’ll bring her for dinner tonight.”
“What?”
“We’re having a roast anyway, might as well add a couple of extra seats to the table. I’ll make extra sides. Bring her over early, she can help.”
“How early?” I asked looking at my watch; it was almost four.
“Now.”
“Ma-“
“Look, you're marrying her, I’ve got to plan her wedding. Don’t you think we ought to get to know each other?" my mother asked.
“Yes, but it’s only temporary. Just to appease her uncle. She doesn’t want this.” I pushed my hand through my hair and thought about what I said. She doesn't want this. Not I don't want this. She.
What the hell was happening to me?
“And it sounds like you might?” It didn’t matter if I was sitting in front of her or not. My mother could always read me.
“That’s not what’s important. Anyways, I don't know what I want. I've never felt this confused about something before in my life,” I said. I couldn't lie to my own mother, she would see right through it.
She knew me too well.
“It is, Greyson, and you know it. Bring her over, let me get to know her. I promise I won’t embarrass you too terribly. Okay, well, a little.”
“Alright.”
“Besides, I want to assess her myself. I really don’t believe you when you say she doesn’t want you. How could any woman resist my son?” Her voice filled with defensive pride. “I don’t believe you.”
“See you soon, mom,” I said then I hung up the phone.
She didn’t see the way Joanna cried when confronted with the truth of what was going to happen. The anger in her eyes when she saw me. The way she demanded to be her own woman. She saw the man I really was. The monster.
There was no way this woman wanted to be with me. Unless it was in the bedroom. Well, that was how I was going to have to convince her. Fuck her into submission. But right now I had to wake her up and do the one thing I really didn’t want to.
Let her meet my parents.
Chapter Nine
Joanna
“Are you sure I look okay?” I’d barely had any time to find my clothing, so I threw on a pair of dark jeans and the first respectable top I could find. It was light and floral and pretty enough. All my life was in disarray, but especially my clothing.
They were still in boxes in the bedroom next to my dresser. I still couldn’t believe that they moved all of my stuff in the course of a few hours. And without my permission.
But it was the Fitzgerald family, and I was sure if anyone could do it, they could.
“You look perfect. Besides, my mom intends to put you to work. She told me herself.” Greyson’s eyes were still half lidded as he looked at me, the want on his face clearly evident. I saw the lust in his eyes, and the only thing I wanted was to tell him to turn around and take me back to his place.
To bury himself inside of me again and again.
I swallowed. Hard. It was going to be a long, and most likely embarrassing night. I had to play the part of a willing participant in all of this, and Greyson was going to have to act like he wanted it too.
I knew he didn’t, even if he did want one thing. My body.
“Are you seriously going to stare at me like that all night? It’s going to get creepy,” I joked, making sure to keep my voice light.
He didn’t find it funny. Instead, he just turned away clenched his jaw and adjusted his jacket.
I’d never seen the man in anything but a tie and suit before and looking at him now was so strange. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a black v-neck shirt, and a leather jacket. It was casual, for him, but still completely put together and totally sexy. Not to mention entirely foreign to my eyes.