CHAPTER 37 #2
“Come over again later?” His hand shifts higher until he reaches my breast, and he gently squeezes it, tugging on my nipple.
“Are you asking for another sleepover?” I slide my fingers just inside the waistband of his shorts.
His jaw clenches.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Would it be like the one we just had?”
“Yes, but without the cretin sleeping on the couch.”
I chuckle and slide my fingers farther, just above his pubic bone.
“Jesus,” he whispers as his thumb rubs over my nipple, making me so wet.
“I don’t know, it’s kind of nice having someone as an audience. It makes it more…naughty, don’t you think?” I slide my hand farther into his shorts until they connect with his growing length.
His eyes grow dark, he wets his lips, and then he yanks my shirt up and over my head and turns me to face the mirror. He pushes his shorts and briefs down before lining himself up behind me.
“Yes,” I whisper, spreading my legs as I look at our reflection. My cheeks are flushed, his muscles contracting as his hands grip my sides.
“You want this cock?”
“Yes, fill me, Graydon.”
He groans, then positions himself at my entrance. “Stare at me in the reflection when I enter you. I want to see the moment I bottom out.”
My eyes fall onto him as he slowly enters me, stretching me out to the point of almost pain, and with one final thrust, he fills me to the hilt, causing my mouth to fall open in surprise.
“That’s it, beautiful. Show me how you take my cock.”
“I love it,” I say, looking him in the eyes. “I love when you make me come.”
“Mmm…good girl,” he says right before slapping my ass.
“Oh God,” I moan. My words are louder than I want them to be, but I’m unable to control my volume.
Fingers digging into my hips, eyes on me in the mirror, he pumps into me, slowly at first, drawing out the pleasure and creating a heat between us that ignites the moment I purposefully squeeze around him when he pushes in.
His eyes light up as his mouth falls open, and oh my God, it’s the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen.
His chest tightens, his muscles flexing in a way that I’ve never seen before, and when he pushes in again, I squeeze once more.
“Fuuuuck,” he drags out and pauses, eyes still on me, taking a few deep breaths. “You’ll make me come early again.”
“Good,” I say as I squeeze one more time as he enters me.
“Jesus…fuck,” he grumbles, and then his eyes fall to my ass, his pace picking up, his body slamming into mine, the sound of slapping skin filling the bathroom.
But I watch him the entire time. I watch how the muscles in his neck tighten.
I watch the way his teeth bear down on the corner of his lip.
I watch the flex of his abs, which turn into impossibly carved stones as he moves in and out of me.
“Shit, beautiful, you’re so goddamn tight. So perfect.”
His voice is gruff, like he’s about to slip any second.
“Fuck,” he groans as I clench around him, my orgasm climbing, tightening, pulling all my attention to that one sacred spot driving my pleasure.
But I don’t shut my eyes. I don’t let my gaze slip because I want to watch him. I want to see him when he comes.
He pumps faster.
Harder.
Sweat builds between us.
Our moans mix.
The feeling of ecstasy spirals up my spine as the friction builds and builds until…
“Motherfucker!” he yells as he stills inside me.
And the view of him coming, his entire body freezing as pleasure rips through him, is the sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
His hand falls between my legs and rubs against my clit, finishing me off so I find my release as well, my body shaking with my orgasm as I try to catch my breath.
He leans forward, his lips brushing along my shoulder blades and then to the back of my neck. “Will never have enough of you. Never.”
He turns my face and kisses me on the lips just as he removes himself from me and helps me stand tall.
He spends the next few minutes cleaning us both up, making sure I’m properly dressed in a pair of shorts and his shirt, then he takes me downstairs, where we find OC in the kitchen with a display of pastries on the counter and orange juice in some glasses.
Smiling brightly, he says, “That might have been your most entertaining sex session yet.”
Oh, dear God.
He did hear us.
Graydon tenses next to me, pulling me closer to him. “Talk about it again, and be prepared for my fist to meet your face.”
OC quickly holds up his hands in defense. “Sorry, just…wow.” He looks Graydon up and down. “Impressive, man.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“It’s fine,” I say, trying to calm Graydon before he really does punch OC, because I could see it happening. “He’s right, Graydon. You’re very impressive.”
His eyes land on mine, and the scowl in his brow lessens as he leans down and lightly kisses my lips.
OC clears his throat and says, “Uh, anyone want to compliment my spread? I woke up early to grab it from the corner café, along with some orange juice and coffee. Thoughtful, right?”
“Are you really looking for a compliment?” Graydon asks.
“Dude, I gave you one.”
“Don’t call me ‘dude,’” Graydon snarls.
Tugging on his arm, I say, “The spread is very impressive. Thank you, OC.”
He lifts a chocolate croissant and takes a large bite from it. “I know it’s not the most nutritious, but when dealing with a broken heart, I find that I work best when filled with buttery, flakey goodness.” He lifts the plate. “Pastry?”
Graydon moves past him and grabs the milk from the fridge, then pulls a tub of protein powder from up top. “I’m good.”
OC’s face falls, so while Graydon makes his protein shake that I know he likes to have every morning, I take a seat at the kitchen island and pick up one of the Danishes with cherries in the middle.
“Don’t mind if I do.” OC lights up like a puppy dog when his owner returns home, and tosses me a napkin, then hands me a cup of orange juice.
“Are you a pastry girl?”
“Pretty much love anything with carbs.”
“Same.” He leans against the counter right next to me, ignoring Graydon completely. “I really like it when they have something inside. Like a plain croissant is not my jam, but stick some chocolate in there, and I’m game.”
“Same. I really like a sugary fruit mixture or an almond croissant.”
“Oh shit.” OC grips my shoulder. “The ones with that almond paste in the middle? Those are so fucking good.”
Graydon appears out of nowhere and removes OC’s hand from my shoulder, nearly butting chests with him. “Don’t touch her.”
“Du-uh, I mean, Graydon, it’s not like I was hitting on her.”
“I don’t care. She’s not yours to touch.”
“Graydon,” I quietly warn, but he just turns to me, presses a kiss to my lips, then goes back to his protein shake.
OC glances back at him and then at me. “A little possessive, huh?”
“I don’t think you should say that in front of him,” I whisper. “He might hurt you.”
“You think so?”
“I think so.” I nod.
“I don’t know. I think he likes to act tough around me, but I’m not sure he would actually hurt me.”
“I would hurt you,” Graydon says and pops his bottle open to take down some of his shake.
And I believe it. I don’t think Graydon would care who took the impact of his fist if it was because they were messing with me. He wouldn’t put up with it.
“Maybe if you ate more pastries, you wouldn’t be so hostile.”
“But then he wouldn’t have those abs,” I say with a sigh, staring at him.
“Not true.” OC takes that moment to lift his hoodie and flash me his stomach. “A pastry a day didn’t take these abs away.”
I glance over at his stomach and…oh my God, he’s…he’s right.
“Put your fucking sweatshirt down,” Graydon growls, causing OC to cover himself up quickly.
“Please, there’s no way she’s going to have eyes for anyone but you,” OC says, taking me in. “Girl is infatuated.”
I feel my cheeks flush as my gaze falls on Graydon’s. His eyes darken, his jaw clenching as his lips roll together. My heart nearly explodes in my chest from that one look, a look full of sin and promises I know he can keep.
“Jesus,” OC says, tugging on the collar of his hoodie. “The temperature in this room just skyrocketed. No wonder you did it six times last night and this morning.”
Graydon turns toward him, a furious look on his face. “You counted?”
OC shrugs. “After the third time, I was truly invested in what kind of record you were planning on setting. Got to say, man, your stamina is remarkable.”
“It was,” I say as I take a sip of my orange juice. “Then again, Graydon is quite a remarkable man.”
The smallest smile lights up his handsome face as he walks over to me again, grips my neck possessively, and brings his mouth to mine. “Don’t forget it, beautiful.”
Things at work are…awkward, to say the least.
After a long debate about who would take me to work, OC won out because he said he was better than a stranger in an Uber. Graydon argued, but I said goodbye to my man and hitched a ride with OC.
Graydon told me that my car should be ready anytime now. They’re just finishing up the paint job. It will be nice to have my car back so I won’t have to rely on anyone for a ride anymore.
But now that I’m here and all of the early chores are done, we have some downtime, and Hank is doing everything he can to avoid me.
I don’t blame him, though. Things have gotten uncomfortable, and he doesn’t believe in the relationship I have with Graydon.
Not that I need him to believe, but it would be nice if I didn’t have to stand next to him, knowing he’s judging me.
“Ah, there you are,” Gretchen says as she walks into the room in her no-nonsense power suit and with her hair perfectly styled into coiffed waves. “Let’s talk.”
Not Do you have a moment?
Or Do you think we can chat?
Just…Let’s talk.
She gestures toward the office of the flamingo building, which we use more for storage than anything else.
“You want to talk in there?”
“Unless you have a better option.”
I nod and push off the counter. “Follow me.”