Chapter Four
When Hadley sent me that picture, I nearly busted in my pants. Had I not been in the same room with her brother, I probably would have taken care of myself right then and there.
Her last message hits me like a ton of bricks.
Fuck, if she only knew.
I sit there trying to discreetly look at the picture again while Jack is talking to me about my plans while I’m here. I had every intention of getting in and out, but seeing Ry? I don’t know if I can stay for a week without everything changing.
“What do you plan on doing tomorrow?” Jack’s question pulls me from my thoughts.
“I’m going to start clearing things out of the house. I need to figure out what I’m getting rid of.” I pause before mentioning Ryan.
“I can’t get out of work until Wednesday, but I can come by in the afternoon around three-thirty to help.” Jack’s response has me scrambling for an excuse for him not to come.
“Let me get through the first day, and I’ll let you know how much help I need,” I grunt.
We spent the rest of the night drinking Corona after Corona, catching up on the past ten years since I left. It’s as if no time has passed between us, though. I can’t help noticing how much Jack has changed. Gone is the carefree guy I once knew. His mom’s death and my leaving fucked him up on a level I didn’t realize. I feel guilty for that every day, but the opportunity was something I couldn’t turn down. Had I chosen differently, I wouldn’t own my own shop, having the opportunity to tattoo some incredible people and a few celebrities along the way. My success gained me a large following, keeping my books constantly full.
After a few hours of hanging with Jack, I excuse myself to crash, knowing I have a lot on my plate in the morning.
Her chocolate eyes lock on mine as my cock disappears past the most luscious pink lips I’ve ever seen, sinking into her mouth. I feel the head brush the back of her throat. She gags around my thick length, making me groan. She doesn’t let it deter her from taking me deeper. She digs her nails into my hips as she continues to fuck me with her perfect mouth. I feel my balls tighten as I near the precipice.
My eyes fly open as I feel four feet land hard on my chest.
“Son of a bitch,” I curse. “Ellie, what’s wrong, sweet girl?” My calico Maine Coon is digging her nails into my chest as she howls. I look over to see her food bowl is half empty. I glance at the clock to see it’s only three A.M. I haven’t even been asleep for four hours.
Ugh. Moments like this make me question why I got a cat.
I roll out of bed to fill her bowl; she purrs loudly as she rubs against my legs when the bowl is full. Closing the lid on her food container, I climb back into bed and stare at the ceiling. One arm under my head, I close my eyes and see those beautiful eyes staring up at me once more.
Fuck, how am I supposed to sleep now?
I groan, wrapping my hand around my cock, stroking myself while imagining her lips sucking me into her throat like in my dream. Her nails digging into my hips as I forcefully fuck her mouth, tears running down her face as she takes me into her throat, gagging but refusing to slow down, so eager to please me.
I barely last five minutes with my imagination before I find my release. I feel like a teenager seeing his first set of tits again as I grab a tissue from the bedside table to clean myself up. I need to find someone to fuck and get this obsession out of my system. I can’t go there with her.
I stare at the ceiling again for hours before I finally succumb to unconsciousness.
My alarm goes off at seven, and I roll onto my side to turn it off, throwing my arm over my face. I groan as Ellie curls up against my chest. I snuggle with my favorite furry girl for a few moments before finally rolling the rest of the way out of bed.
My plan to take a quick shower fails when my thoughts drift to the vivid dream I had last night. I find my hand wrapped around my aching cock again. A firm grip pumping myself with my eyes closed, visions of Ryan bent over in front of me flash behind my closed eyelids. Thrusting inside of her perfect pink pussy. I can feel her walls fluttering around me as her climax nears.
Fuck.
I find my release too soon.
With as many times as I’ve thought of her over the years, I wouldn’t expect that seeing her again would make this infatuation so much worse.
You really need to get some pussy, Grey.
Even my inner voice calling me the name only she uses has me ready to go again.
I pull up to Mud House at seven-forty, hoping I”m not going to be late. I step out of my dad’s 1989 Ford Ranger, closing the door behind me before heading towards the cafe. Pulling open the door, I quickly spot who I’m looking for. I walk to the counter like I’ve done this a hundred times. In truth, I haven’t done this since high school.
“Hi, you’re Kayleigh, right?” I ask the redhead I met here yesterday.
“Yeah,” she smiles brightly at me. “You’re friends with Hadley and the girls, right?”
“Yes. My name is Greyson,” I smirk down at her. “I was hoping you could help me with something.” I pause for a moment, gauging her reaction. “I’m hanging out with Ryan this morning, and I’m not sure what her coffee order is.”
“Give me two minutes.” She chuckles, shaking her head.
I would have timed her, but I wouldn’t have had my stopwatch app ready with how quickly this woman had Ryan’s drink, what I ordered yesterday, and a bag that she says is filled with something Ry would appreciate.
I scan my card to pay, and she winks at me as I start to walk away.
What the?
I come to a halt when I get to my truck and see my ex-girlfriend, Raven, standing next to the driver”s side door. I was really hoping to avoid this.
“What do you want, Rave?” I ask, rolling my eyes as I approach.
“I heard you were back in town and wanted to catch up, babe. It’s been so long.” Her smile makes my stomach turn.
“No thanks, just because I’m back for now doesn’t mean that I want anything to do with you.” I sigh as I maneuver around her, placing the coffee and pastries Kayleigh insisted on in the car. “In case it wasn’t clear when we last saw each other, I’d rather jump into an active volcano than ever be with you again.” I brush past her, climbing into the truck. I glance out the window as I back up, her mouth agape. I chuckle to myself at the expression of pure rage etched across her face.
Ten minutes later, I park in the driveway of my childhood home. Ryan sits on the front steps wearing a pair of black bike shorts and a pink cropped t-shirt, a black sports bra peeking out from underneath.
Thank fuck. At least she’s wearing a bra today.
She’s looking at her phone and doesn’t notice me as I open the door, letting myself out.
“Good morning,” I pause. “Sorry I’m late, but I had to make a pit stop.” I grin at her as I walk over with the coffee outstretched in one hand, holding the bag and my cup in the other.
“How did you-?” she asks as she takes a sip. The soft moan that passes her lips is a direct line to my dick.
“I asked Kayleigh.” I clear my throat as I explain, trying to get myself under control. I hand her the bag. “She insisted we have these, too.” I shrug.
She eagerly takes the bag, opens it, and smirks when she gets a whiff of the peppermint mocha muffins.