Chapter 27 Crackhead
?Azalea?
It was never my intention to...make small additions to Grey's place. And now, there are couch pillows. There are drying rags on the stove handle. There is a vase of colorful flowers at the end of the hallway, sitting on the table and there are flowers on the dining room table.
The bedroom and bathroom have a matching color scheme of white and light blue. The half of the closet that's his is full of dark blues, blacks, and grays, my side is filled with all my colorful clothes.
I don't think he's ever seen so many hair ties and bottles of nail polish in his life.
It sort of just happened. He asked what I wanted to do around the place and my mind went off. He went along with it so I don't think he's got that much of a problem with it.
He followed me around Home Depot and everywhere else we went, clinging to my hand, and wrapping his arm around me whispering in my ear 'can we (effing) leave?'
I promised I'd make it up to him and we stayed for another thirty minutes.
Now his head's between my legs.
His strong hands hold my hips down and I cannot breathe. How does it make it feel so good?
I clench the bedsheets harder than I thought was possible, proving that I'm The Rock. I cover my mouth with my free hand, concealing some of my noises.
He reaches up and pulls my hand away from my mouth, sitting me up. I breathe heavily and he places my hand in his hair before letting go.
I squeal quietly and lay back down, my hips moving upward.
His strong hands softly grip onto my hipbones and he pulls me further into his mouth.
Oh my gosh.
His thumbs rub circles on my hips and I find his eyes looking up to me. He lets a slow smile onto his lips and I lay my head back onto the pillow, my hips raising but his hands pushing them back down.
"Grey," I whisper breathlessly and he hums knowingly. His phone rings loudly and he groans softly.
I feel that vibration from his mouth. He never moves from me, only reaches around to his pocket and takes his phone out, declining the call and throwing his phone onto the bed.
Hardly five seconds later, the caller calls again. He declines it again.
The person calls again and Grey pulls away. I take a second to calm myself and catch my breath, sitting up.
But he doesn't give me much time, replacing his mouth with his hand and pushing me back down.
I cover my mouth keeping my noises to a minimum as he talks on the motherfreaking phone.
I take a small part of the comforter and cover my face when I feel the release coming soon. Grey's quick to move it away and in only a second or two, I'm coming undone right on his hand.
He ends his call and throws his phone back onto the bed. He moves his hand under the small of my back and he pulls me to my feet.
I nearly fall over, my legs are so freaking wobbly.
My shirt falls all the way down to above my knees, and his hand takes place at the top of my throat, tilting my head up to him.
My cheeks stay a light pink and my heart pounds.
I love you.
He connects our lips softly.
"You taste good," he mumbles against my lips and I feel my blush deepen. I bury my face in his chest to conceal my face. He kisses the top of my head.
He places his hand on my back and gently slides his hand up and down.
"That feels good," I mumble against him.
"Just like it felt good when I slid my tongue between your-"
I shoot away from him, gasping loudly, and holding my heart.
"That's inappropriate!" I squeal.
"You didn't think it was inappropriate then. Especially when you were moaning and telling me that it felt so good-"
"Grey!" I poke his stomach.
"Yeah, that's the name you moaned," he nods and my eyes widen. He's wild today.
"I don't have pants on Grey, get away from me," I chuckle, pushing away from him.
"I know. 'Cause I'm the one who took those pants off."
"Good Lord," I shake my head at him.
"I gotta go," he mumbles, his mood back to normal.
"You gotta go read the Bible," I advise him.
"You're the one who let me go down on you," he kisses under my ear.
"You're the one who keeps bringing it up," I tell him.
"'Cause I can't get over how perfect you are," he kisses me. He pulls back slightly and kisses my forehead.
"I love the way you lie," isn't that a song?
"I want to fuck you," he mumbles, looking straight at me as I go off on my jokes.
"Good heavens," I clench my legs together. Why did I do that with my legs?
"I want to," he nods seriously. He grips onto my thigh.
"I saw that," his voice gets lower.
"Well, Grey," I clear my throat.
What do I say, what do I say, what do I say, what do I say.
"I thought you said I couldn't keep a guy around long enough to have sex with me?"
He freezes and I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling.
"...Bullshit," he says almost cockily.
"Excuse me, I recall it perfectly."
"'You couldn't keep a guy around long enough to blank you with that mouth of yours always running'," I mimic him.
"I'm not a guy I'm the guy," he shrugs.
The guy I love even though he's a hooker.
"The guy who's a crackhead," I let out a bark of laughter.
"You have to leave," I remind him. He nods, leaning down. I kiss his forehead.
"I'll be home soon."
"I'll be counting on you to not get headbutted, Sugar," I pat his booty.
He and I need to talk when he gets back. I have to be able to tell him I love him. He may not love me back or want to say it, but he needs to believe I love him.
Because I really love him.
~~~
I sit in the very middle of the bed as Grey comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered, and looking amazing. He turns the light to the bathroom off, throws his clothes in the hamper and then pauses as he sees me on the bed.
"Fuck," he mumbles under his breath, "you look good."
"Come here," I motion for him and he smirks as he doesn't hesitate to do what I've just told him to. I open my arms for him and he closes the gap between us, lifting me onto his lap. I kiss his cheek softly. I pull back and just look at him, a little smile on my face.
"I love you," I nod.
"No-"
"Shut up," I cut him off, his eyes narrow a little bit.
"Don't tell me to-"
"Shut up," I tell him again.
"Little shit-"
"I love you and there's nothing you can do about it," I tell him in a final tone.
"Bullshit."
"You can curse it all you want," I hug him to me and rock from side to side.
I don't expect him to say he loves me too. He can't even accept the fact that I love him.
I'll just have to tell him until he believes it.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," I press kisses on the side of his head after each 'I love you.'
Bear jumps up on the bed and sticks his nose between Grey and me, his tail wagging wildly.
"And Bear loves you too," I kiss Bear's fluffy head.
"Right here Bear," I point to Grey's cheek and Bear licks his cheek. I allow my eyes to travel along the tattoos on his arm.
"How old were you when you got your first tattoo?" I tilt my head. He's gonna get to talking today, whether he likes it or not.
"Sixteen."
"Don't you need permission to get one underage?"
I was a little serious about getting that one butterfly tattoo, sue me.
"I told the guy if he didn't tattoo me then I'd knock him out and tattoo a fucking dick on his forehead," he mumbles seriously.
"And the guy believed that a sixteen-year-old would actually do that?" I laugh.
"I was already a head taller than him. And I was piss-drunk and it was unpredictable what I would actually do," he shrugs.
"I have a similar story," I nod.
"One time, I drank too much Capri-Sun at one of Jakes' friend's house and then Jake's friend's sister pushed me in the pool. I got cramps from drinking too much and I can't swim. I almost died," I reminisce on that...lovely day.
Jake's friend's sister hated me with all her might and so she pushed me in the pool, wearing my clothes and all. Jake gave her quite the speech after he basically saved my life. And then we left and got ice cream.
Actually, now that I think about it, our stories have zero similarities.
"What's Capri-Sun?" he questions and my eyebrows shoot up.
"It's like a fruit punch pouch," I throw my head back before realizing he doesn't know what that is.
"You've never had Capri-Sun?" I gasp.
"I don't drink fruity alcohol," his upper lip curls in distaste.
"It's..it's a kids drink. Not alcohol," I explain.
~~~
"Do you understand how bad this is?" I drag him through the Target entrance, gripping onto his wrist over the sleeve of his gray long-sleeve shirt that hugs his arms very nice.
Target is the best.
He shoves my hand away and I almost give him a few words about it until he places his hand in mine, instead of me holding his wrist.
A lady turns and looks at us as we walk in. Not hardly as second later, she turns back around quicker than ever.
"Is my cheek still that bad?" I tilt my head up to him. He takes his narrowed eyes away from the lady and looks down at me.
I run my finger over the cut that still lies there. It's nothing compared to what it was and it's definitely smaller now. Makeup wouldn't cover the actual cut so there's no point in trying to hide it or anything.
"Yes," he mumbles, I hold my heart and am about to gasp.
"I meant no," he tugs me closer to him when some random fifty-year-old dude wearing a trucker hat gives me a little smile.
"I should just go ask that trucker guy, he seems like a total babe," I smile, turning my head to look at the trucker's retreating figure.
"Fuckin' funny," he grumbles unhappily, letting go of my hand and slipping his hand down the side of my pants. I almost warn him that this is not the correct place to be doing things like that but in a matter of .003 seconds, he snaps my underwear back against my hip and walks ahead of me.
I groan and catch up with him. I should be catching up with that wonderful trucker guy. I bet he wouldn't do what Grey just did to me.
I should make a Craigslist account that hires people to just come here and headbutt him. I'll pay in braiding people's hair.