Page 14 of The Growly Outcast’s Promise

I grin into her hair. “Because I’m too turned on. I’ll blast off like a rocket with one pump and that’s not how this is going to go.”

“But I need you,” she says.

“I know you do, Shadow. And I’ve got you.” I cup her wet pussy, and she moans as I make a few broad strokes over her entire kitty. I pull down her underwear so that her ass and hips are pretty well bare. Then I pull up her shirt, exposing her back to me. “I’m going to get us both off.”

“Okay.” Her voice is still thick with sleepiness, but I know she’s alert enough for me to touch her.

The first touch of my dick to her back is electrifying. Just the brush of her heated skin is enough to drive me wild. She arches back into me.

“You’re so hard,” she says.

I slip my longest finger between her folds. Then pump myself against the plump globes of her ass.

“And hot. Oh God,” she moans. “And really long. You feel huge, Grey.”

“I’m a big guy, Bella, you know that. Play with your nipples, I can’t touch everything in this position.”

Her hand comes up and cups her own tit, then plucks at her nipples. She moans again.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so damn wet. Can you hear the mess you’re making on my hand?” My dick is already leaking precum as I dry hump her ass like a goddamn teenager. But fuck if it doesn’t feel good.

And she’s right there with me.

“Grey, shit.” She opens her thighs, bringing one leg up and over my hip, pressing me closer to her. “Inside, please. Put something inside me. I need it.”

I love how desperate she is for me. How greedy. It wouldn’t take much for me to alter our position slightly and slide my dick home. But I meant what I told her. The only reason I’m having a modicum of stamina at the moment is because I’m rubbing against her skin. There’s no lubrication, no real friction, just a gentle slide.

I plunge two fingers up inside of her. A couple of pumps of my fingers and rocks of my hips and we both come at the same time. My release paints the top of her ass and onto her back and I can’t help but feeling like I’m marking her.

She slumps against me. “I don’t understand how you’re so good at that,” she says. “I can’t get myself off with just my hands.”

I bite gently on her shoulder. “Does that mean you have toys, Mrs. Hendricks?”

“It does mean that.”

“Don’t forget to pack them with the rest of your essentials. I’ll hire movers to come and pack up the rest and we can bring it to my cabin or put it in storage. I’m assuming you’re going to want to build onto my place since it’s pretty small at the moment. But we can figure all of that out as we go.”

“Right. Because now I’m moving to Saddle Creek,” she says.

“Yeah, darlin’, I’m taking you back home.”

chapter

seven

Annabelle

“Now when we get there, just know that she doesn’t usually like men, so don’t be offended. I’m sure she’ll learn to tolerate you.”

Okay, I’m not sure at all. My dog, Papaya, hates men. I literally had to scour all of Houston to find an all-female-staffed veterinarian.

“Dogs like me,” Greyson says.

“Yeah, well, Papaya is a bit of a brat.”

“So, like you then, yeah?”

I poke my tongue out at him as I step into the vet’s office. He’s hot on my heels, one big hand resting at the small of my back. Hot. Possessive. Big. Can’t forget the big part. I mean it’s hard to ignore seeing as I barely reach his pecs. But then that other big part was definitely hard to ignore.