Greyson - Part 4: An Alpha Billionaire Shifter Romance (The Silver Moon Pack) (12 page)

Chapter
9

Archer

Archer carried Phoebe’s few things to one of the nicest rooms in the mansion, once built for the wife of Seth Townsend, back when husbands and wives slept in separate quarters. It was elaborately feminine, and Seth had spared no expense for the love of his life.

The room was also on the opposite end of the house from where his and Hawke’s rooms were located, which meant Phoebe would have some privacy—but they would also. It’d allow them a little more freedom to move about freely, with less chance of Phoebe running into the two of them together.

They’d need to tell her soon, but part of the problem was that both he and his brother wanted her—and from what he could tell, she wanted them. Or rather, she wanted Jackson—and
that
was the problem, since Jackson was a combination of both him and his brother, and if she wanted Jackson, then she wanted them both.
Hopefully
.

And yet…he knew chances were good that she’d have a problem with the fact that they’d lied to her, and even if she could forgive them for that, given the circumstances, it seemed highly unlikely that she’d be into sleeping with both of them. Telling her could mean she’d walk away from them both—and that could be disastrous for Hawke.

Archer set her things down on the bed and then sat on the edge of the mattress, catching her hand and pulling her to him. “Now that you’re feeling better, we could head into town, if you’d like. I got you a few basics to hold you over, but you must surely need more. Maybe we can make a day of it?”

She nestled between his legs, and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’d love to pick up a few things, but…I’m worried Kevin might still be in town. I’m safe as long as he thinks I’m dead, but if he sees me…”

“You’re safe as long as you’re with me. I swear, I won’t let anything happen to you. But if it makes you feel better, we can go anywhere you’d like. Portland, Boston—London, Paris…anywhere.” He’d fly her around the world if it’d keep her fears away.

“Yeah…maybe that would work. Portland should be fine, if it’s not too much of a problem.” When she slipped her arms around his neck and bent her head to his, he couldn’t help but want her, his cock going hard and straining against his jeans as he pulled her close.

“I want you to be happy here, Phoebe—and I’ll do everything I can to make it happen. The least of which is heading to Portland. Besides, we could do with a few more supplies.” Though how he managed to focus on anything but his need for her was beyond him. Archer hadn’t been able to think of anything but the image of her half-naked form draped over the chaise in the studio, as his brother buried his face in her sweet cunt until she came, crying out their name.

Whatever plans he had swimming in his head would have to wait until they got back from town. He didn’t know if he could take things slow, but he still needed to try to pace himself or she’d be packing her few belongings and taking her chances with her ex.

Once they left the island, she nestled into the heated seat of his SUV, looking more nervous than he’d seen her in days. He was sure she must feel exposed and vulnerable when Kevin was still out there, yet it’d been over a week since he’d tried killing her, and if he had any sense of self-preservation, he wouldn’t hang around so he could be tied to the area if the authorities came looking for Phoebe.

Archer reached over and gave her hand a squeeze and a reassuring smile, as he divided his attention between her and the road. “You’re safe, Phoebe… It’d be stupid for him to stay in the area when it could connect him to you going missing—and the windows of the car are tinted to an extent, allowing for some privacy.”

She relaxed a little, shifting in her seat to face him. “You must think I’m paranoid.”

“What I think is that you have every right to be cautious. You’re only paranoid if your worries and fears are unjustified, and unfortunately, yours aren’t. But I’m not going to let you come to harm. Understood?” He needed her to know he’d defend her at all cost—as would Hawke.

“I swear, you’ve changed my entire life around, Jackson. Up until now, I’ve felt completely alone, and…you’ve already saved me more times than you know. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you.” She shifted closer and kissed his cheek, her lips warm against his skin, as her body and soft curves pressed against him, pushing his self-control to its limit.

Yet, she wasn’t like the women he was normally with—the one-night stands or the women he sometimes called upon to fulfill a need. Phoebe was different, and the way she made him feel, the way he felt about her, was different too. This wasn’t just needing a quick lay. There was more to it than just scratching an itch. And though he desperately wanted her, he didn’t want to risk what they already had started. He’d have her—of that there was no doubt—but he’d let her set the pace. Or try to, anyway. He was a patient man—but he sure as shit wasn’t a saint, and having her around was trying his self-control.

They got to Portland, Maine, and after spending the day shopping to supplement her wardrobe, they holed up in a pizza joint to get in out of the cold and grab themselves a pie and a pitcher of beer. Taking a bite from his slice, Archer nearly groaned with pleasure. “Man, that hits the spot. Living out on the island doesn’t exactly make it conducive to ordering in, and good pizza is the one thing I truly miss.”

“You know…I worked in a pizza place for a short while…between moves. I needed some extra cash until I could find a more permanent job, and the pizza joint close to where I was renting was hiring. So…next time you’re craving pizza, just let me know.” She gingerly bit into her slice, the sauce still too hot from the oven.

He and Hawke could manage the basics, but they weren’t going to be gourmet chefs anytime soon. “I suppose you’ve figured out by now that I’m better at painting than cooking.”

She let out a small laugh, her smile lingering on her lips as she took a sip of her beer. “It’s been fine. Though I’m happy to cook whenever you need me to. It’s the least I can do when you’re paying me such a crazy amount to model for you.”

When a blush crept across her cheeks, he had to wonder if she was thinking of Hawke going down on her—which of course meant that she thought it was actually him. “You’re blushing, Phoebe…and if I had to guess, I’d say it’s because you’re remembering the last time you sat for me. Did you enjoy yourself?”

Her rosy cheeks went straight to red, her gaze drifting to her pizza. “You know I did.”

“And do you want more?” Archer dragged his crust through the pool of hot sauce on his plate, and took a bite, waiting for her answer.

She finally met his eyes with a bit of feistiness he hadn’t seen before—and it was damn nice. “Is this really something we need to discuss? Or are you doing this just to see how much you can make me blush?”

“What I want is an answer, baby girl.” Fuck, his cock was hard at the mere thought of taking her, and yet it was his heart that was left feeling vulnerable.

“Well, maybe we’ll just have to wait and see how this all unfolds.”

Chapter
10

Phoebe

Phoebe knew she was playing a dangerous game. But there was something about Jackson that she found seductive—and it wasn’t just the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given her, though she’d be damned if she could get that out of her head. It had been far too long since she’d been with anyone—and it’d been even longer since someone took care of her needs and put her first. Jackson had made her come. Yet he’d gone without, leaving his needs unmet.

That said, he’d made it clear that he wanted her, and it sent a thrill through her, even though she worried things might get complicated or screwed up if they got more intimate. This was her chance to get away from Kevin, and she didn’t know how sex might change and complicate things between them.

By the time they got back to the house, her anticipation of what might happen between them had turned her into a bundle of nerves. Because the truth was that she wanted him. It might be because it’d been ages since she was last with someone, or maybe it was because Jackson had saved her life, or because she’d never, in all her life, laid eyes on a man so incredibly hot and talented.

Yet in the end, none of that mattered, because deep down, it was all about the way he made her feel—and it was incredible. He made her feel safe, and wanted—and even loved, despite the fact that she’d only known him just over a week. He’d gone above and beyond, and it was more than anyone had ever done for her.

Jackson insisted on carrying her bags up to her room for her, though she half wondered if it was just an excuse to shorten the distance to her bed. It had her nerves vibrating with anticipation and uncertainty. The last man she’d been with was Kevin, and though things had started out well, he eventually showed her his true colors.

Once Jackson abandoned her bags in the corner of her room, he sat down on her bed and pulled her to him. “Come here, sweetness. You’re looking nervous, and that just won’t do.”

Running his hands down her back, he slipped an arm around her waist as his other hand hooked her thigh and pulled her toward him. With his direction, she straddled his lap, the position intimate as her weight and swollen clit pressed against his hard cock, her self-control slipping as her hips rocked against him.

He caught her mouth in a bullying kiss, swallowing her needy moans, as he grabbed her ass and slid her hips along his hard length, making it so she could think of little else but him getting her naked so he could make her come again. His barely controlled passion felt so different than how he’d been with her in the studio, and though she loved his sweet and attentive side, there was something about this unleashed passion that had her desperately wanting more.

After all she’d been through, the thought occurred to her that maybe she should be a little more cautious. And yet, in that moment when she so desperately wanted Jackson, caution was the last thing on her mind.

“Fucking hell, Phoebe…I want you so bad. But I also need you to know that you don’t need to do this. Your job is safe no matter what. I don’t want you out of obligation.” It meant a lot to her that he’d taken a moment, in the heat of everything, to make sure that she understood that she didn’t have to go through with it and her job was safe.

“Honestly…it’s been so long, Jackson, and…I’m just so tired of being scared. I need this. Probably a hell of a lot more than you do.” She nuzzled him and bit his lip before trailing kisses across his jawline to his ear and nipping at it, his stubble rough against her skin, reminding her of how it’d felt against her inner thighs and swollen clit.

“That’s where you’re mistaken—because I can honestly say that I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” With his mouth on hers, his hands slipped under her t-shirt, skimming up her sides, to tease her nipples through the lace of her bra, before flicking the clasp open, swallowing her needy moans with his hungry kisses.

He yanked her t-shirt up over her head, and rid her of her bra, before taking off his own shirt. With an arm around her waist, he shifted her back on the bed, and raised her arms up above her head, grasping both her wrists in one strong hand, so that her body lay there taut, each touch heightened. Unable to get free of his hold, she was completely at his mercy, and yet she trusted him—and she wanted this. Desperately.

With his warm body pressed against hers, her pulse raced as he nipped and kissed his way down her neck to the swell of her breasts, her back arching in response. He ran his tongue over the hard nub of flesh, flicking it before he sucked it into his mouth, so she couldn’t help her hips rocking against him in search of some relief, her clit throbbing and heavy.

Kneeling before her, he undid his belt and made quick work of binding her wrists to the headboard, even as instinct had her trying to pull away. But now bound to the bed and at his mercy, it was impossible to ignore how her heart raced and skittered with excitement.

She watched him strip off the rest of his clothing, leaving her well impressed. Not only was he gorgeous, but muscular, and…damn…his hard cock had her heart skipping a beat. Yet it was so much more about who he was. He was sweet, and protective, intelligent, commanding, and talented…more than she could have ever imagined.

“You’re safe, sweetheart.” Lazily, he trailed kisses over her body, taking his time as he teased her into a frenzy, each lazy kiss, each lazy touch, awakening something in her that she’d never known existed. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah…I do.” She gripped the headboard despite already being bound to it, needing so much more from him.

“That’s my good girl.” His hands skimmed over the curves of her belly, catching the waist of her jeans and yanking them off, before grabbing his jeans out of the pile so he could dig out a condom.

He stroked himself while taking her in, his eyes roaming her naked body, his cock long and hard in his fist. “Do you like being tied up, Phoebe?”

“I wouldn’t have thought so, but…” She bit her bottom lip and nodded, knowing there was little point to lying about it when the evidence was close at hand. “I think I like it.”

Kneeling between her legs, Jackson ran his fingers along her slick slit and swollen clit with a grunt of need, his eyes darkening to something feral and primal. “You’re so ready for me…aren’t you?”

She couldn’t help but shift her hips toward him in response, so that his fingers dipped into her swollen sex, offering her a bit of the relief she so desperately needed. Yet he did little but tease her before pulling away to slip on the condom, even as she bit back her protests. “Please, Jackson…”

Grabbing his hard cock, he ran it from her clit down along her slit, teasing her before slipping it deep inside her and burying himself with a single thrust. “Fuck, Phoebe…you’re so tight. You okay?”

Her hands tightened around the headboard as she nodded, her hips grinding against him as her body stretched tight around his length and girth. “It’s just been so long. But…I want more, Jackson. Please don’t stop.”

“Sweetheart, I have no intention of stopping until you’ve screamed my name and we’re both spent.”