Holly rolled over in her bed, nearly falling off when she came into contact with a body lying next to hers. She would have run from the room screaming if the morning sun hadn’t allowed her to see Greer’s sleeping face.

Angrily, she grasped her pillow, beating him with it.

“Get out!” she hissed.

“Woman, I’m trying to sleep,” he grumbled, rolling onto his side away from her pillow beating.

“Then go home and sleep in your own bed!” she whispered furiously.

“I can’t.”

She dropped the pillow, leaning over his side to see his face. “Why can’t you sleep in your own bed?”

“Had a painting party last night. The whole place stinks.”

“You took off last night, didn’t call me to tell me what was going on, leaving Dustin in a panic when it was a false alarm, and you’re telling me now you had a party last night to paint my house and I could have gone!”

“Pretty much,” he mumbled, pulling his pillow over his head.

She gave Greer a hard shove, trying to knock him off the bed. When he didn’t move, she turned her head and body sideways, using her legs and feet to shove him off the bed.

Greer tumbled of the bed like a giant log, glaring at her when he managed to get out from the blankets and pillows.

“Woman, you make it hard for a man to love you.”

“Do I?” she snarled, getting to her knees. “Then let me make life easier for you.” She lifted her hand, tugging at her engagement ring.

“Woman, you better not.”

She mockingly took it off, dropping it down on the mattress right in front of his nose. Then she turned to crawl toward the other side of the bed, only to find her feet grasped, swiping her knees out from under her.

“I warned you!”

She felt him getting on the bed, holding her down as he climbed on top of her, pinning her into the mattress.

“You big oaf, get off!”

“Is that any way for you to treat your fiancé?” he sternly hissed in her ear.

“I don’t have one anymore. I told you I didn’t want you staying the night when Logan is here!” She tried to turn her head to look at him, but his jaw against her cheek prevented her.

“I locked your bedroom door, and Dustin is sleeping in Logan’s bed. He won’t let Logan come downstairs until I’m gone. Satisfied?”

“No.” Her heated anger might have gone down, but she was still mad. “You could have called me last night or let me come out and paint my house.”

“It’s not your house until that ring is on your finger, and you took it off!”

Gritting her teeth, she raised her left hand, and Greer slid her ring back on. Before she could blast him with her angry words again, he settled more comfortably on her. His breathing escalated, blowing tendrils of hair across the side of her face.

“I didn’t want you to come out to the house before I had it ready for you. It’s my wedding gift to you. I may not be able to build you a brand-new home like The Last Riders are building for their women, but I can paint and fix a few things to make it look new. I don’t want you to see it until I carry you over the threshold after our wedding.”

“I don’t need a new home. I love the one I have now. The one your father built, and the one you and your siblings were born in, the one where your mother marked how tall you all were in the pantry closet.”

Greer raised his head to kiss the side of her mouth while burying his hands in her hair to keep her from raising her head.

Frustrated that she couldn’t turn around to hold him, she tried to buck him off her back.

“You trying to get frisky?”

He groaned, sliding down so his cock could rub against the vee of her thighs. He pulled her nightgown up to her neck that had become tangled around her waist, leaving her back and her lower extremities bare, except for her flimsy panties.

“I wish you were shorter,” Holly complained.

“Why?” Amusement filled his voice.

“Because I want to kiss you.”

“I can fix that.” He leaned forward until he was hunched over her, his mouth reaching her lips.

Every time Greer kissed her, it was like stepping onto a speed glass elevator, taking her from the ground to the top of a skyscraper. All she could do was watch reality fall away as the floors whizzed by her. He kissed her like it was the first and last kiss she would ever have.

She tried to focus on the slide of his tongue, how he tasted—every single detail, so she could figure out what made it so special. Why his kisses? Why this man? This impossibly aggravating, arrogant man who, when he kissed her, made her feel like the doors of heaven were opening and she was able to glimpse the guarded beauty inside.

“Are you sure the door is locked?” she mumbled against his mouth.

“Pretty sure. You want me to check?”

“No. I’ll hear them coming down the steps, I think.”

Greer started rocking his cock against her bottom, and Holly buried her face in the blanket, breaking the kiss. A woman could only handle so much.

He slid his hand across her belly, slipping down between her thighs and caressing her clit through her panties.

“I want you inside me!”

“I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

He twisted the crotch of her panties with one hand, leaving her pussy bared and vulnerable to the fingers that swept through her wetness before sinking inside to stroke her into a frenzy of need. The bite of pain from where her panties were digging into her skin heightened the awareness of Greer having control.

“Can you reach your phone on the nightstand?”

“What?” She couldn’t focus on his question. It was only when he asked again did she manage to reach out and grab it.

“Turn the camera on, hit record, and slide it down between your legs. I want to watch me fucking you.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to do that …” She whimpered when his fingers left her bereft until he replaced it with his cock.

“Why not? No one will see it but us. And if they do, you won’t be aiming the camera at our faces. The only thing anyone will see is my cock and your pussy.”

“I don’t want anyone seeing any part of my body!”

“They won’t. It’ll be just for us to watch. Don’t you want to see how wet you get? How your clit gets all hard and nubby.” Greer showered his attention for each part of her anatomy as he mentioned it.

Hitting record, she slipped the phone downward until she could see it was where Greer wanted it.

“Now, stay still,” he moaned, kissing the flesh between her shoulder blades. “Let me do all the work. That way, the video won’t be so shaky.”

“Quit talking. I can’t concentrate when all I’m thinking about is you doing this with other women.” That he had done this with other women enough to perfect how to hold the camera was ruining any enjoyment he was trying to stroke.

“Woman, I’ve never recorded myself fucking anyone before. I’m doing this for you, not me.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, trust me. It’s on your phone, not mine. You can delete it anytime you want to.”

She didn’t know if his reasoning had her tension easing, or if it was the feel of his cock siding in and out of her while the camera watched. Whatever it was, it had her slamming her butt backward into his thrusts.

She forgot about the camera as she tried to reach the intangible pulses that were coursing through her, trying to reach her center. Each stroke of his cock lifted her higher, making her tremble as she continued to try to reach it, but it was just out of reach. One second, it would be in reach, then it was flying away from her.

“Oh, God … Oh, my God … I’m dying …” she wailed.

Greer lifted himself up, pulling her up until her knees were straddling the phone with Greer on his knees behind her, his arm over her shoulder, grasping her breast in his rough hand, while the other hand tightened on her panties.

“Fuck me back harder.” His voice was calm, while hers became shrilling.

Afraid Dustin and Logan would hear her on the top floor, she strangled her cries until they became unintelligible pleas.

Greer moved slowly and steadily as she lifted her arms, circling his neck behind her, and laying her head on his chest. She listened to his heart beating, realizing that he might appear calm, but his heart was pounding like a sledge hammer. Why wouldn’t he allow himself to let go?

He removed his hand from her breast, tugging her arms down so she couldn’t rest on his chest. The sudden momentum had his cock surging high, reaching her center and driving the throbbing pulses higher.

She had once heard that, when a helium-filled balloon was released into the sky and reached a certain point, it exploded, just as he was as he groaned into her neck, joining her to fall onto the bed.

“Greer?”

“Um-hm?”

“I’m just making sure.”

“About what?”

“That we’re still here.”

Greer laughed. “Where else would we be?”

“I could have sworn …”

“What the fuck is that?” Greer moved off her back where he had landed on her.

“My phone.” Holly giggled, trying to move Greer so she could reach underneath her for the phone.

When she finally found it under the crumbled sheets, luckily, it was facing up so she could see it was Diamond calling. She let the call go to voicemail, knowing she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. Greer had judging from the faint snoring coming from him.

She climbed out of the bed and gingerly picked up her cell phone, carrying it to the bathroom.

“Lie back down,” he ordered groggily, not lifting his lashes.

“I have to wash my phone,” she said, trying not to laugh when she saw him trying to wake up enough to get out of the tangled sheets.

“Give me that phone.”

She turned on her heel, taunting him by wiggling it by the corner. “I thought it was for me.”

“Woman, it will be all for you as soon as I get done watching it.”