Greyson_A Hell's Harlem Novel

  “Hey, Greyson,” the woman crooned, leaning against the wall. She licked her ruby-red mouth, her bright green eyes roaming down the length of me.

  “Hey,” I muttered, sticking an earbud in my ear.

  “Grey.” Tray came up beside me and handed me a bottle of water. Before I could take the smoke from his mouth, he removed it from between his lips. “It’s not lit, asshole. You need to relax.”

  My nerves jumped at that. “I’m going for a run.”

  “Where’s Eve?”

  “Why?” I asked him, still not liking his interest in the woman I was fucking.

  “Chill.” He clapped my shoulder. “Just want to make sure she’s safe and doesn’t run away again.”

  “She’s in the back.” He knew about the tiny house, all of my guys did, but they never went in it without me. It was something that was mine and mine alone and the fact that Eve was inside it right now stirred something feral inside of me.

  GREYSON’S BOOK COLLECTION made me wet.

  After he left abruptly, I put the book that had fallen from my hands away and went in search of something else.

  He had everything from classics to romance to horror. He had said that he read everything he owned. It made me wonder how he felt about reading the romance books. My fingers slid along the spines until I came across a book that looked rather interesting. Pulling it from the shelf, I opened it. My eyes widened.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped. The hero was fisting the heroine. And Grey read this? My cheeks burned. Not that I had anything against the act itself. As long as consenting adults were involved, I didn’t care. But Greyson reading this … Holy crap on a cracker.

  I read a little more, my body flushing with heat at the mere thought of Grey doing that to me. To be that full. That … stuffed.

  I slammed the book closed, let out a slow breath, and put it back on the shelf. Giving myself a shake, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind.

  Maybe a classic would do.

  Greyson and I had enough issues without me thinking about him filling every inch of me with his hands. It also wasn’t like he had tiny hands, either.

  My nipples pebbled causing a groan to escape my lips.

  “Seriously, Eve,” I mumbled, snatching another book from the shelf that looked safer.

  “Are you still wondering if I’ve read all of those books?”

  I jumped, spinning around. Clutching the book to my chest, my eyes widened even more at the sight before me.

  Greyson ran a towel over his head, wiping the sweat from his face. His white t-shirt clung to his torso, his gray sweat pants hanging low on his hips.

  A whimper bubbled up from the back of my throat. “I … I was just looking for a book.” I mentally smacked myself. Of course he knew I was looking for a book. It was what started our fight in the first place.

  He closed the distance between us, grabbed the book from my hands, and put it back on the shelf. “I think you would like this one more.” He retrieved another one and held it in front of me. “It’s about a woman who loses her memory but eventually gets it back,” he said, his hot breath fanning over the top of my head.

  I swallowed hard, the heat coming from his body enveloping me in a blanket of want. Of need. Of raging hormones that I didn’t even think were possible.

  “How does she get it back?” I asked, my voice breathless and unsure.

  His finger traced up the length of my neck, down the line of my jaw before pinching my chin. “She hits her head.”

  “Oh …” I looked up at him. “Do I have to hit my head then?”

  His lips twitched. “You keep hitting your head on my headboard and nothing’s happened.”

  I punched him in the stomach. “Ass.”

  Greyson grinned.

  “Did you go for a run?” I asked, trying hard not to notice the way his muscles twitched whenever he moved.

  “I did. I need a shower but decided to come back here first to see if you were still pissed at me.”

  “I’m not …” I scowled. “You’re difficult. And you keep pushing me.”

  “I push you?” he repeated. “Woman, you’ve been pushing me since the moment you passed out in my arms. I tell you one thing and you do the complete opposite. You constantly argue with me.”

  “I do not,” I huffed, catching my mistake.

  He cupped my throat, pushing me back against the bookshelf. “See?”

  “You frustrate me. I don’t have anyone else.”

  He frowned. “So is that the only reason you’re latching on to me?”

  “I …” I never thought of it that way. Was that the reason? “If that’s an issue for you, I’m sure Tray or Catch—”

  “Finish that fucking sentence, Eve,” Greyson growled, tightening his hold on my throat. “Finish it. I dare you.”

  Seemed like I struck a nerve. “Yeah? What are you going to do?” I pushed him back. “You keep talking about all these women you fucked. These whores that you brought here. These bitches you keep throwing in my face. What the hell do you expect me to do? Do you not want me? Just say it, Greyson. Say it and I’ll leave you alone.”

  His nostrils flared.

  I laughed, shaking my head. “We’ve had sex and yet you still won’t tell me how you feel. At all. Not even just a hint. I don’t expect you to reveal your whole backstory to me but I need something from you. Something that makes me feel almost normal.” I went to walk past him when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back against him. “Greyson,” I whispered.

  “What do you want from me?” he asked, his lips brushing over my ear.

  “I want you to admit it.”

  “Admit what, Eve?” His arm wrapped around my middle. “How much I want you? How every second that goes by, all I can think about is getting back inside your body?” He spun me around. “How it drives me fucking crazy that Tray won’t stop flirting with what’s mine?”

  “He doesn’t flirt with me.” Not really anyway. “We’re just friends.”

  Greyson pinched my chin, forcing my head back. “The idea of another man touching you makes me want to commit fucking murder.”

  “What about all the women who’ve touched you?” I swallowed hard at that. “You don’t see me getting angry.”

  “If a woman touched me in front of you, maybe even flirted a little, you would lose your shit. Wouldn’t you?” he asked, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.

  “I’m not a jealous person.” Or was I? I wasn’t even sure what I was anymore but the idea of someone else touching Greyson sent a hot shiver down my spine.

  He chuckled, backing me up until I hit the bookshelf. “Tell me. Tell me how another woman touching me makes you feel. Her hands sliding over my body.” He kissed my cheek. “Her nails digging into my back while I fucked her wet cunt.”

  “Greyson,” I bit out, running my hands beneath his sweat-soaked shirt.

  “Her breathless moans. Her screams.” He nipped my chin, trailing his mouth down to my ear. “Her crying out my name.”

  “Stop.” I shoved him back. “Yes, I would be jealous. Does that make you happy? Does it make you hard knowing that I would kill any bitch who even tries to touch you? Does it make you feel like more of a man because you belong to me? Is that what you want to hear?” My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. The mere idea of someone else touching him made me sick.

  But before I knew what was happening, Greyson was on me.

  (Greyson)

  The idea it pissed Eve off when it came to other women touching me did something funny to me. It made me want her to prove to me that I was, in fact, hers.

  With my hands in her hair, I messed up her ponytail and fucked my tongue deep into her mouth.

  She moaned, snaking her arms around my neck, pulling me even closer.

  This woman was my undoing. She unraveled everything I had come to be. She made me want to lose the control I had fought for years to gain.

  Running my hands down her back, I cupped her ass
and lifted her into my arms.

  Eve latched on to me, kissing me until we were both panting for the air we didn’t have. I would never come up for air again as long as she was the one taking it from me.

  “Greyson,” she whispered, sinking her teeth into my jaw. “Fuck me. Please. God, I need you inside me.”

  My muscles jumped over my bones. “How bad?” I moved us to the couch with her straddling my lap.

  “Bad.” She gripped my shirt. “Please, Greyson.”

  I chuckled. As much as I wanted inside her, I wanted to play. “Get up.”

  “What?” She leaned back, frowning.

  “I said—” I pushed her off of my lap. “Get up.” Pointing to the floor, I sat back and waited. “You’re going to crawl to me. Let me see how much you want me.”

  She licked her lips and knelt.

  My dick twitched over her listening to me.

  Cupping myself, I spread my legs wider. “I love seeing you on your knees.” I leaned forward. “Crawling for me.”

  She purred, swiping her tongue along her bottom lip.

  My nostrils flared. “Here, kitty, kitty.”

  Eve grinned, closing the distance between us. Brushing her hands up my inner thighs, she cupped me over my sweat pants.

  A breath left me on a whoosh.

  Grabbing hold of the waistband, she reached a hand inside until she came into contact with my cock.

  “Fuck.” I leaned back, petting a hand over her head. “You want my dick in your mouth.”

  “Yes,” she said, pulling out my swollen shaft.

  I hissed, my hips bucking beneath her. “You’re hungry for me.”

  “Hmm … I love the way you taste.” She slid her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip, swirling it over the bead of pre-cum that had dripped from the slit in the head.

  I groaned, my hand tightening in her hair.

  “The way you smell.” She moaned, brushing her nose up the length of me.

  “Fuck, Eve,” I panted, snaking both hands in her hair.

  “Tell me what would please you.”

  My dick jumped. Holy fucking hell.

  She enjoyed challenging me and I couldn’t help but give in. “Greyson,” she repeated. “Tell me.”

  “Open,” I growled, tightening my hold on her head.

  Wrapping her hand around the base, she brushed her lips over the tip before closing her mouth around it.

  “Fuck me,” I gritted out, shoving her lower.

  She whimpered, gagging at the unexpected move.

  “That’s it, baby.” I lifted her head, lowering her once again, and pumped my cock between her lips.

  Eve moaned, hollowed out her cheeks, and sucked me hard and fast. Her eyes welled, a couple of tears sliding down her cheeks.

  “Shit, your mouth is fucking perfect.” I thrust my hips up and down, the tip hitting the back of her throat.

  Giving her a chance to breathe, I loosened my grip.

  She released me with a pop, licking her swollen lips.

  “Fuck me, I love your tears.” I swiped my thumb through a drop that had rolled down her cheek and brought it up to my mouth. I grinned, swallowing the salty evidence of her desire to please me.

  “Greyson.” She cupped my jaw, her pupils dilating.

  “Not right now, Eve.” I kissed her head. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

  She pouted.

  I chuckled. “Take a deep breath.”

  She inhaled, giving me a wink. Tightening her hold on the base of my cock, she swallowed the shaft in one smooth thrust.

  “Fuck,” I growled.

  This woman was my undoing. She forced me to my knees and I found that I wanted to please her. Take care of her. But better yet, I wanted to dominate and control her. We still didn’t know anything about her time before me but I didn’t give a shit. And with her mouth currently wrapped around my dick, neither did she.

  She moaned, humming around the swollen shaft, and took me to the back of her throat.

  Her mouth was wet. It was hot. And it was all mine. She sucked. I thrust. The slurping noises only made me harder. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I wanted her to taste me. All of me.

  Spreading my legs, I gripped the sides of her head with both hands and picked up speed.

  Her fingers dug into my thighs, her moans and whimpers only getting louder. Fuck me, I had never been so damn hard in my life.

  Spots danced in my vision. An electric surge of energy slid up my spine. “Faster, Eve,” I gritted out.

  I pulled her from my dick, giving her a chance to breathe again, and took a deep breath myself.

  “Greyson,” she whispered, her dark lust-filled eyes zeroing in on me.

  “Take a deep breath, baby.” I kissed her forehead. “Because I’m not stopping again until I fill that throat with my cum.”

  She grinned, lowering onto me, and wrapped both hands around the base of my dick.

  I shivered, thrusting up once and then twice, and that was when I exploded. My balls drew up into my body and I shouted out her name.

  Eve moaned, swallowing every drop of my release as it shot down the length of her tongue.

  Pulling her from my dick, I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Tasting myself on her tongue only made me kiss her harder and faster. “Tell me I belong to you.”

  She pushed me back and rose to her feet. Stripping completely, she was on me before I had a chance to question what she was doing.

  I spent the next hour or so fucking her.

  But she never did tell me what I wanted to hear.

  THE WARM BODY shifted beneath me.

  I groaned, trying to grab on to that last little bit of the delicious dream I was having.

  A deep chuckle vibrated into my ear. “Wake up, Eve.”

  “No.” I was comfortable. Greyson and I weren’t fighting at the moment and I was exhausted.

  “Eve.” He gave my rear a swat. “As much as I would love to lie here naked with you for the rest of the day, we need to take a shower and then go for a drive.”

  “I don’t wan—wait.” My head lifted. “You’re naked?”

  Greyson turned us around so I was beneath him.

  My eyes roamed down his body. He was naked all right. Very naked.

  “You seem surprised. We did just spend the last couple of hours fucking, Eve.” He pinched my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. “I can’t fuck you with clothes on.”

  “I’ve … I’ve never seen you naked in the light before.” I trailed a hand over his strong shoulder, my fingers grazing over the scars and tattoos on his skin.

  “But you’ve felt me.” He kissed my forehead. “Every single inch of me.”

  “I have.” Letting my hands roam over his torso, I swallowed a breath as the heat rushed through me.

  “My dirty girl.” He chuckled, placing a rough kiss on my mouth.

  “I can’t help it.” His abs jumped under my touch, his cock twitching at my scrutiny. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  His cheeks reddened.

  “Aww.” I giggled, kissing his chin. “Are you shy?”

  “Baby, there’s nothing shy about me.” He pushed off of me and rose from the couch before shoving his feet into his pants.

  I laughed harder. “You are shy. Admit it. You don’t like compliments? Then you need to not look like that.” I pointed at him.

  He rolled his eyes, pulling his pants up to his hips but stopping just before putting his dick away. “You like how I look? Tattooed up? Scarred? Dirty?” he growled that last word.

  I sat up, spreading my legs. “I like all of you.” I cupped my inner thighs.

  His eyes moved to the spot between my legs, watching me. Baiting me. Challenging me to go on.

  “Your rough edges.” I lifted my hips, the scent of our mixed desire wafting around us. “Your need to hear me beg. Your drive for more. Your love for your friends. All of it.”

  Greyson placed a ha
nd on the back of the couch beside my head. “Say it.”

  “Say what?” I asked, looking up at him. His cock pointed right toward me. The longer time went on, the harder it became. It had amazed me the stamina he had.

  “Eve, stop thinking so much and fucking say it.” He cupped my jaw. “Say it.”

  A phone rang in the distance when I realized it was coming from Greyson’s pocket.

  “Fuck.” He righted his pants and pulled his cell from his pocket. “What?” His gaze met mine. “I was going to, yeah.” He reached for my hand, pulling me to my feet. “Get dressed,” he whispered, kissing my head, and started pacing back and forth. “What does he want?”

  I did as he said, noting the way his brow furrowed and his back stiffened. “Greyson?”

  “I’m taking her to see Sarge. Maybe he can give us some answers. Find out if anyone’s been looking for her. No. Trixie checked her out.” He let out a huff. “Fine. I’ll take her to the hospital as well.” He flipped his phone closed. “Ready?” he asked me, putting his phone in his jeans pocket.

  I nodded, but I wasn’t exactly sure what I was ready for.

  “Do you trust me?” Greyson asked, kissing my knuckles.

  “I do.” I squeezed his hand, needing his guidance and reassurance that everything would in fact be okay.

  “Here.” He handed me a helmet.

  I took it and put it on. He did up the straps, securing it into place before putting on his own.

  He slid onto his bike and turned on the beautiful machine.

  The rumble of the engine vibrated through me. I cupped his shoulder and hoisted myself onto the seat behind him.

  He grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles once again before releasing me.

  Holding onto his waist, I ran my hands beneath his jacket and shirt, brushing my fingers over his hard abs.

  Leaning my cheek against his back, I inhaled the delicious scent of leather. The rough patch of his club logo scratched at my cheek but it made me feel safe. He made me feel safe.

  After he got the phone call, he was on edge, telling me that we needed to get answers. I agreed but I wasn’t sure how that would be even remotely possible when I still didn’t remember anything. My dreams weren’t any help.