Chapter 15 #2
Unfortunately, about ten minutes into my soak, my phone starts ringing.
Damn. I knew I should have left it in my room.
I reluctantly reach out and answer. "Hello."
"How did it go?" Grayson's sister's voice is practically radiating with glee. "Did Mom have a heart attack? Did she scream? Please, I need details."
"How did you get my number?" I ask.
"That's not important."
"It kind of is."
She sighs dramatically. "Well, if you must know, I called your office pretending to be a potential client who lost your number. When they said they wouldn't give me your personal number, I threw a tantrum—‘Do you know who I am?' routine. Had to name-drop my brother, too. Eventually, someone caved."
And that someone will be getting a stern warning tomorrow.
"You and your brother have a serious problem with boundaries. Do you know that?"
"Yup, we sure do. But hey, what can I do?
I was brought up bad. It's not my fault, honey—blame the folks.
Anyway, darling… tell me everything. How did it go with Mommy and Pops?
Did they really hate you? I bet they couldn't stand you.
Especially Mommy—she's such a class snob, and…
well… you know, you're not exactly royalty, darling. A distinct lack of silver spoons."
A girlish giggle at the other end of the phone adds to my already mounting irritation.
"It went just fine," I say flatly, and she laughs.
"Yeah, I don't believe that. There's no way Mom isn't having an epileptic fit right now, especially since I've been avoiding her calls all day so she can't rant to me.
She's probably going crazy. She's been practically tearing her hair out ever since Marina decided to marry my other brother George—"
"Wait, what?" The water in the jacuzzi sloshes as I sit up. "Grayson's ex is marrying your other brother?"
"Fucked up, isn't it? Did Grayson finally tell you about her?"
"No, I just… guessed."
"Oh. In that case, you should meet with me tomorrow. I'll tell you the full story, and we can strategize on how to move from now."
"I don't think so."
"Oh, come on, I like you. I can help you, and trust me, you'll need all the help you can get between Grayson on one side and my parents on the other. You need someone on your side, honey, and I'm the one. Think of me as your fairy godmother."
I think about it and rub the bridge of my nose. Can I trust her? "What's in it for you?"
"Atta girl… that's the way. A suspicious mind is exactly the right attitude."
"Well?"
"Well what? Oh… that! What's in it for me is fun, of course.
It'll be much better being on the inside than just observing from the outside.
Now be a good girl and trust your new best friend.
I'll make a reservation for lunch at Mia's at, say, one o'clock tomorrow.
It's close to where you work. Do you know it? "
I confirm that I do, and she hangs up.
I drop the phone, close my eyes, and try to regain some of the relaxation I lost during the call, but it's not so easy. My thoughts are now swirling once again around Grayson and his ex.
Is he still in love with her?
Is she the reason he looks at me with those eyes, like he wants to devour me?
I picture it now, the way he looked at me during the meeting, like he was one step away from grabbing me and bending me over the table, pushing up my skirt to fuck me from behind. The image causes a shiver of lust to run like electricity through my body.
My body is heating up just thinking about him tearing off my panties, his fingers dipping into my soaked pussy, mocking me about how wet I am, how ready I am for him.
I moan a little as my hand slides down my abdomen towards my wet slit. This is stupid. I try to stop myself, but the temptation for release is too great.
I moan again and tremble as I slide my fingers into my bikini bottoms, finding my clit.
This time, it's followed by a masculine groan.
My eyes fly open, heart racing, to see Grayson leaning on the doorway, his gaze trained on my hand.
Shit! I jerk bolt upright in the jacuzzi, my breasts jiggling wildy, and too late, I move to cover them with one arm.
When the hell did he come back? And, how long has he been there, watching me?
He smirks. "Don't stop on my account, Jenna. By all means, keep going."
I see the challenge in his gaze.
He expects me to freeze now that I've been caught, to react in embarrassment. To run away, crying and humiliated.
Well fuck him. I'm not the cowering type.
The initial shock of being caught masturbating in his own jacuzzi had made me react exactly as no doubt he'd hoped it would.
But I'm well over that initial shock now, and too tired of his games to care anymore.
It's time to turn the tables and show him who he's dealing with.
It's time for the prey to become the hunter, and for the hunter to become the prey.
So he's a voyeur, is he? Not surprising, really. Most men are. Okay, if he wants to watch so badly, I'll give him something to look at.
I fix him with an insolent stare, and instead of pulling back, I dip my hand lower, parting my folds, stroking and teasing my entrance. Then I pull it back up to my clit, circling it, biting my lip as pleasurable sensations arc through me.
The smirk drops from Grayson's face. Instead, a storm takes over his features, and he reaches out to grip the doorway, as though to keep himself in place.
I ignore him, turn my eyes away and focus my attention on my fingers, moving sensually, performing for…
who? For him, or for me? I don't think I even know myself.
I recall all the feelings as he touched my clit last time, the subtle pressure he added with each brush of his clever fingers, but try as I might, I'm not skilled enough for that.
Seems he knows my own body better than I do, damn him.
All I can manage is a pale imitation as I push down on the underside of my clit, making my body shake, as I cry out. "Oh fuck, yes."
"Shit." The sound is ripped straight out of his soul. I glance up to see him squeeze the doorway, before my eyes slide shut and once again, I'm immersed inside my own sensations.
I keep rubbing, playing with my pussy, splaying my legs farther apart so he can see more. All the while, my heart echoes with the words I really want to say. Yes. See me. Take me. Fuck me.
I bite my lip, keeping those incriminating words to myself, and when my inner walls start clenching down on air, I decide to push a finger in, almost experimentally.
My pussy clamps down on my finger, soaking it. I mewl and start fucking myself hard, imagining it's him. I slide two fingers in, riding it, moaning and crying, imagining it's him doing this to me.
My breathing becomes faster and more ragged, and I'm panting hard, the blood pounding in my veins. My nipples are puckered, and I squeeze one of them so hard that my toes curl from the exquisite half-pain, half-ecstasy of the sensation.
I fuck myself harder, faster, his groans echoing in the background, spurring me on.
I curl my fingers and finally hit the spot he previously found so effortlessly, and that's what triggers me.
I go rigid, tense, then let out a shrill scream as my body convulses in a delicious, pink wave of pulsating orgasm.
When I come back down to earth, catching my breath, he's gone. Run away.
He challenged me… and he lost.