Most of what she said seemed deliberately aimed at showing Lauren what an outsider she was and how Marcie would suit Grayson so much better. Lauren let the constant noise wash over her and concentrated on retrieving the sexual thrill of Grayson inside her. There was nothing like a little competition to make a girl realise how hot her man was.
When they reached the Howard house, Grayson left the engine running and got out of the car.
‘I’ll just check that someone’s home, Marcie, or else I’ll drop you at the diner.’
Lauren closed her eyes and listened as the thrum of the idling engine vibrated through her skin.
‘He won’t marry you.’
Lauren opened one eye. If only Marcie knew the truth . . .
‘Who won’t?’
‘Grayson won’t. He has loads of girlfriends like you who last about a week and then he dumps them.’
‘Really.’ Lauren didn’t want to fight with Marcie. Being a teenager was hard enough without some adult criticising you or giving you well-meant advice. She tried to ignore Marcie’s angry face, inches from her own.
‘He needs a woman who understands what it’s like to live in a small town and manage a ranch. He needs a wife who’ll let him stay here.’
Lauren nodded. ‘You’re right, Marcie he does. Are you warning me off?’
For a second, Marcie looked unsure and then her face flushed a defiant red. ‘Yeah, I am. If you’d just go away, he’d start to realise I’m the one he wants. All I need is a little more time.’
And twenty more years, thought Lauren. Grayson reappeared on Marcie’s side of the car and tapped on the window. Lauren leant forwards, grabbed Marcie’s hand and shook it. Marcie looked shocked and tried to pull away. ‘Good luck, Marcie. Any man should be glad to have you.’
‘But you don’t think it’ll be Grayson do you?’ Marcie hissed.
Grayson opened the door and Marcie got out.
Lauren smiled into her eyes. ‘As I said, good luck.’
When Grayson returned, Lauren watched him start the engine and reverse out onto the road. He glanced back at her as he drove smoothly out onto the highway.
‘Don’t you want to sit up front?’
Lauren shook her head. ‘I’m too lazy to move and I’m quite happy here.’
Grayson smiled into the mirror; his blue eyes narrowed as he took in Lauren’s relaxed body. ‘Are you sure you wouldn’t be happier up here petting me?’
Lauren unbuttoned her jeans and slid her fingers between her legs. Whatever Marcie and Anna wanted, Grayson was definitely hers, at least for a while. The thrill of arousal shook through her at the possessive thought. She’d never felt quite so carnal about a man before.
The tantalising scent of Grayson’s cock lingered between her legs. She gently explored her swollen flesh, noticing how open she was, thanks to Grayson, wide enough to fit three fingers inside without any effort. Her thumb brushed her swollen clit and she gasped.
Grayson’s head swivelled back towards her. ‘What are you doing back there?’
Lauren repeated the movement of her thumb. ‘I don’t think you want to know while you’re driving.’
Grayson inhaled. ‘I can smell you. Are you starting without me?’
Lauren caught her breath as the truck sped up on the deserted highway and fairly flew towards the ranch. Smiling in the darkness, she waited until Grayson came around the car and opened her door, illuminating her.
He went still, his gaze glued to her crotch where her fingers rested. He licked his lips and leant towards her.
‘Don’t stop on my account.’
She smiled. ‘I don’t intend to.’
Chapter Nine
Gray drew an unsteady breath. Lauren’s jeans were open and her right hand was buried between her legs. His shaft, still hard and unsatisfied from their unfinished coupling, throbbed and pulsed against the zipper of his jeans. Lauren looked dreamy and flushed as she allowed her hips to follow the gentle teasing movement of her fingers.
Without asking for permission, Grayson reached
When they reached the Howard house, Grayson left the engine running and got out of the car.
‘I’ll just check that someone’s home, Marcie, or else I’ll drop you at the diner.’
Lauren closed her eyes and listened as the thrum of the idling engine vibrated through her skin.
‘He won’t marry you.’
Lauren opened one eye. If only Marcie knew the truth . . .
‘Who won’t?’
‘Grayson won’t. He has loads of girlfriends like you who last about a week and then he dumps them.’
‘Really.’ Lauren didn’t want to fight with Marcie. Being a teenager was hard enough without some adult criticising you or giving you well-meant advice. She tried to ignore Marcie’s angry face, inches from her own.
‘He needs a woman who understands what it’s like to live in a small town and manage a ranch. He needs a wife who’ll let him stay here.’
Lauren nodded. ‘You’re right, Marcie he does. Are you warning me off?’
For a second, Marcie looked unsure and then her face flushed a defiant red. ‘Yeah, I am. If you’d just go away, he’d start to realise I’m the one he wants. All I need is a little more time.’
And twenty more years, thought Lauren. Grayson reappeared on Marcie’s side of the car and tapped on the window. Lauren leant forwards, grabbed Marcie’s hand and shook it. Marcie looked shocked and tried to pull away. ‘Good luck, Marcie. Any man should be glad to have you.’
‘But you don’t think it’ll be Grayson do you?’ Marcie hissed.
Grayson opened the door and Marcie got out.
Lauren smiled into her eyes. ‘As I said, good luck.’
When Grayson returned, Lauren watched him start the engine and reverse out onto the road. He glanced back at her as he drove smoothly out onto the highway.
‘Don’t you want to sit up front?’
Lauren shook her head. ‘I’m too lazy to move and I’m quite happy here.’
Grayson smiled into the mirror; his blue eyes narrowed as he took in Lauren’s relaxed body. ‘Are you sure you wouldn’t be happier up here petting me?’
Lauren unbuttoned her jeans and slid her fingers between her legs. Whatever Marcie and Anna wanted, Grayson was definitely hers, at least for a while. The thrill of arousal shook through her at the possessive thought. She’d never felt quite so carnal about a man before.
The tantalising scent of Grayson’s cock lingered between her legs. She gently explored her swollen flesh, noticing how open she was, thanks to Grayson, wide enough to fit three fingers inside without any effort. Her thumb brushed her swollen clit and she gasped.
Grayson’s head swivelled back towards her. ‘What are you doing back there?’
Lauren repeated the movement of her thumb. ‘I don’t think you want to know while you’re driving.’
Grayson inhaled. ‘I can smell you. Are you starting without me?’
Lauren caught her breath as the truck sped up on the deserted highway and fairly flew towards the ranch. Smiling in the darkness, she waited until Grayson came around the car and opened her door, illuminating her.
He went still, his gaze glued to her crotch where her fingers rested. He licked his lips and leant towards her.
‘Don’t stop on my account.’
She smiled. ‘I don’t intend to.’
Chapter Nine
Gray drew an unsteady breath. Lauren’s jeans were open and her right hand was buried between her legs. His shaft, still hard and unsatisfied from their unfinished coupling, throbbed and pulsed against the zipper of his jeans. Lauren looked dreamy and flushed as she allowed her hips to follow the gentle teasing movement of her fingers.
Without asking for permission, Grayson reached
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