Finding Gray: A Colloway Brothers Prequel (.5) (The Colloway Brothers Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

while we gather around the fireplace and watch the newest blockbuster movie on our 60” TV. The little we do have is falling apart, but we have no money to fix anything because it all gets spent chasing a dream my father will never catch and then numbing his failures when he realizes it.
    I have a split second to decide what to do.
    Open the door or pretend I’m not here.
    I wasn’t ready to expose this side of me yet, but I’m tired of faking it. I’m tired of hiding, running, putting myself dead last. This is me. This is where I’m from, who I am. Like it or not. And if Gray looks down his nose at me for where I live and what little I have…well, then, I guess he isn’t the man I thought he was and it’s better to find out now before I’m hopelessly in love with him.
    That ship sailed about a month ago, Livia.
    Fuck.
    It’s do or die time.
    Please don’t let me down, Gray.
    Mind made up, my entire body trembles as I slowly turn the handle and ease the door open. Unfortunately, what pops out of my mouth as I take in his handsome, impeccably dressed form covered in a charcoal pea coat isn’t a warm welcome, it’s a lashing laced with my ingrained protective bite instead.
    “What the hell are you doing here?”

Chapter 7
    Y eah , I knew this was the wrong move, but fuck it. What I’ve learned about Livia Kingsley over the past few weeks is that she keeps people at arms length for a reason. She’s been let down by the ones who are supposed to love her the most. Because my family is fantastic, I can’t completely relate, but I do get it. I recognize a protective barrier when I see one.
    I keep my eyes on her when I answer, “Hi. Sorry for the drop by,” I’m not. “but I couldn’t wait another three hours to see you.” Truth.
    By the nervous tick I note in her jaw, I can tell she doesn’t want me here. I’ve never been invited in and I know why. She’s embarrassed. Warrendale isn’t exactly one the nicest or safest of areas in Detroit, but quite frankly, those are harder and harder to find.
    What I don’t think Livvy understands is I couldn’t give a flying fuck about any of that. Her car, her job, her clothes, her bank account balance, her less than stellar home life? None of it matters. Do I like that she lives here with a father that’s a drunk and a gambling addict? Hell no I don’t, but that’s beside the point. She does. While I can’t fathom what she’s been through in life, this, right here, has made her the woman she is today and how can I wish anything about her were different when I think she’s absolute fucking perfection?
    She needs to know none of this superficial bullshit interests me. It’s her heart I’m after, that I’ll treasure. The rest of it is irrelevant.
    “You shouldn’t have come,” she says flatly, now biting that damn bottom lip. It turns me on so fucking much when she does that.
    I step into her, gripping her hip with one hand so she can’t move back. “And you should know I don’t give a shit about any of this.” I nod over her shoulder. The one she’s wedged against the jam of the door, doing her best to block the insides from me. “All I want is you, Livia Kingsley. Nothing but you matters to me.”
    Then I don’t give her a chance to drop that protest hanging from the end of her tongue. I lean down and claim it. Dissolve it. I kiss her. I devour. Every move of my mouth on hers reassures her the only thing I’m after is currently winding her leg around mine. She can’t get close enough. Neither can I.
    Christ, I want everything from this woman. All of it.
    My hands wander under her worn winter coat, up her slim sides until I’m cupping her perfectly weighted breasts in both palms. I thumb her nipples until they’re nice and hard. Until they strain against the material of her bra and thin sweater. Then I pinch them until she moans into my mouth and shifts her hips into me.
    She won’t be able to miss the fact I’m raging right now. I’m rock