Chapter Fifteen
“What the hell happened? You swore up and down he’d never, and now he marches in here determined to make certain anyone present knows you’re his.” Pickle’s question pulls me from the spell the kisses had me under.
“Yea, it was hot as hell.” Hadley giggles
I smile to myself before responding. “He’s been like that since last night, told me that as soon as we took it all the way, I was his.” I smirk, my face heating at the memory.
“Oh, hell, I love when Connor does that.” Hadley giggles as she stands from her seat and pulls me into a hug. “I know I said this before but it’s so about time!”
“As long as he treats you well, babe.” Is the only thing Pickle says. She’s been uncharacteristically quiet lately.
“How is everything with you and Clay?” Hadley asks, noticing the tension.
“Oh, we’re great,” Pickle smiles brightly before she changes the subject. We continue chatting for a few hours before Pickle and Hadley have a session at the gym to get to.
I stay at Mud House for a while longer, working on edits from last night and interacting on social media. The comments have been sparse lately, but I”m hoping different kinds of content will bring in new followers. Once the edits of Hadley and Grey’s tattoo session are complete, I post the pictures to my Instagram showcasing the process tagging them both.The caption reads:
@RySnapsMy best friend, taking the next steps in her healing journey. So much love and care put into these incredible pieces of art. #survivor
Grey comments first.
@GreysInk It was an honor helping my Hellion heal. You got some amazing shots, Kitten.@HadleysLife I’m so happy with your work, buttface! Connor wants you to work on one for him too!
@HadleysLife Get a room you two.
@GreysInk We will in a few hours, don’t worry, Hellion.
Oh, my god. I close the app, unsure how to even respond to the two of them. I look up to see Kayleigh smiling at me with a knowing look in her eyes as she serves customers at the counter. I pack up my laptop and wave goodbye before I head out to my Jeep.
Hadley and Pickle are on a video chat with me as I change into yet another outfit for tonight. Grey gave me no hints as to where we”re going so I have no clue what to wear. I pull out a deep blue mini dress with a plunging neckline that dips nearly to my navel. The hem just covers my ass but the look on their faces tells me this is the one.
“Babe, that is the hottest thing I”ve ever seen on a woman.” Pickle”s eyes are bright as she praises my choice.
“Yea, you are so getting lucky tonight if you wear that.” Hadley chuckles.
“Hopefully it will work for wherever he”s taking me. I don”t know if Jack knows yet. He hasn”t called me or anything so I don”t know if we”re going anywhere in town.” I know Grey said he”d tell Jack but since I haven”t received any contact from my overprotective brother, I don”t know if he has.
It”s six forty-five when I hear a knock on my front door. I say goodbye to the girls before ending the call. I unlock the door and pull it open, giddy for whatever Grey has planned. My smile falters when I see Jack in the doorway looking more anxious than a drug dealer with a brick of coke in their car.
“What”s wrong?” I gasp as I move aside to let him in.
“Grey knows,” he blurts out as he paces back and forth. “He says he”s ok with it but I don”t know how to act around him now.”
“Wait, he knows what?” I ask as I take a seat on the couch, crossing my legs..
“About Bennet,” Jack groans as he collapses next to me on the couch.
“Wait, I thought everyone knew about Benny?” I raise a brow at my brother.
“Everyone here does. You know I don”t use social media.” He groans, “Grey and I haven”t talked about relationships since before he left because of how much we all hated Raven!”
I stare at him, “Grey is the last person to judge you. He loves you, and as long as you”re happy he”s going to love Benny just like I do.” I wrap an arm around Jack”s shoulders.
“I know you”re right. How the hell do I formally introduce them though? He walked in on us!” he shouts as he looks at me. His eyebrows scrunch together as he takes in my outfit. “Wait, what are you wearing? Where the hell are you going in that?”
Grey of course chooses that moment to just walk through my front door. “Hey, Kitten.” His face falls when he sees Jack. “Everything ok bud?”
Jack’s gaze swings quickly between me and Grey, and I can see the wheels turning in his head as he pieces together the scene before him. “You tell me, Greyson. What the fuck are you doing here when my sister is dressed in that?” He throws his thumb over his shoulder pointing at me. I stand to get between the two of them.
“We”re going out for dinner,” I say confidently.
Grey walks to me and wraps an arm around my waist protectively, pulling me to his side and whispering into my hair, “Give us a minute, gorgeous.” I step aside as Grey speaks to my brother. “I had planned on telling you this morning, but it slipped my mind when I got back to your place.” He raises a brow at him.
“Oh, the fuck it did. I don”t care if you walked in on me nailing Bennett over the kitchen table!” He snarls at Grey, “You had all fucking day to talk to me about it, too, you asshole! She’s my sister!”
“I know, I should have found the time today. I”m sorry.” He takes a step further from me and my heart drops. “I”m not going to apologize for wanting to be with Ryan though. I”ve had feelings for her for years, which is partially why I left, Jack. I was worried about ruining our friendship because of how you are with her.” His declaration has tears welling in my eyes.
Jack moves so quickly I don”t realize what”s happening until he has Grey tackled onto the floor, pummeling his face with his fists. I scream out for them to stop but it’s like neither of them can hear me. Grey somehow ends up flipping the two of them so he”s above Jack, pinning his hands down at his sides.
“Take a breath, man. I may have deserved one punch but I”m not going to allow you to hit me again.” He snarls, “Are you good?” Jack nods and Grey stands over him, helping him up.
Grey walks over to me, his face bloody from the blows. “Are you ok, Kitten?” I nod as he glides his fingers down my cheek before I move around Grey to check on Jack who knocks me out of the way to get to Grey. I land roughly on the couch, stunned by my brother’s actions. It takes a moment to register Grey is on top of Jack again, but this time he”s hitting him over and over again.
“Grey! Stop!” I shriek out a sob. “Please! I”m ok!” Grey”s darkened eyes meet mine before he leaps off of Jack, coming to check on me again.
“If you ever touch her like that again, I will fucking kill you, family or not. You will not hurt her,” he growls as he pulls me into his arms, shielding me from Jack.
“Are you ok, sis?” Jack asks in a gruff voice, wiping the blood from his already swelling nose.
“I”m fine. Go home. I”ll talk to you tomorrow.” I don’t look at him, too upset by his outburst to meet his eye.
Jack walks out, closing my front door behind him.
“We”re going to talk about you not locking your door, Kitten.” Grey pulls away from me just enough to raise my chin to meet his gaze. “But first, I”ve been wanting to do this since I left the coffee shop.” He lowers his head, pressing his lips to mine. His hands snake up my back until both are gripping fistfuls of my hair holding my head in place as he keeps control of the kiss. His tongue swipes against my lips, and my mouth instinctively parts, opening for him. His tongue clashes against mine, tangling with each other. I raise my hands to his neck and jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His moans fill my mouth when my hot center grinds against his hard length. We part, both panting for breath. After that kiss, there’s no way we’re going anywhere for dinner.
“As much as I want you, I need to get you cleaned up.” I smile, pressing another chaste kiss against his lips before sliding down his body. He grabs my ass, groaning into my hair when I”m back on the floor. I grab his hand and pull him into the bathroom with me. I notice his quick glance at my shower, but my suction cup dildo is away this time, thankfully.
“Sit.” I instruct, pointing to the toilet.
I grab a washcloth from the linen closet and run warm water to dampen it enough to clean the blood from his face.
“I”ll accept you being in control right now, but as soon as my face is healed, I”m going to show you exactly why you like me having control.” He smirks.
His eyes are already pretty swollen, and I know tomorrow it”s going to be even worse. Yet he”s still the most beautiful man I”ve ever seen.
“Yes, Daddy,” I giggle before my tone becomes serious again. “But this may hurt. Are you ready?”
“Do your worst,” Grey looks up at me, his expression unreadable.