Chapter 37 Suspicious
?Azalea?
"I want to know about your dad," I start off and he nods slowly. I plop my booty cheeks on the couch, turning toward him, and giving him my full attention. He tilts his head only slightly, never taking his eyes off of me.
"He never had anything to do with me," he starts and I grow sad, "I lived in the house 'till I was seventeen, you know that."
I give him a small nod.
"I had to raise myself. Couldn't talk to him. Didn't eat with him. I hardly ever saw him. So I spent most of my time doing other things like basketball. I think I was so good because all I did was practice and anything else I could to keep from going to that house," he explains.
I know what that's like.
I feel my bottom lip wiggle and I grab a couch pillow and shove it over my face.
"Azalea, stop," he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. He removes the pillow from my face and he wipes my damp cheeks.
He was all alone for so long. And he had to raise himself.
"It's over. It's nothing, okay? You went through way worse shit, I'm fine," he runs his hand down the surface of my back. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug onto him tightly.
"So I moved out," he continues, still letting me cling onto him.
"That was the best decision I've ever made," he kisses the side of my neck.
"I got into this training program after I turned down going to Kentucky and that's what started this all.
I already had a two-year college degree from high school, which was something I knew would keep me busy and not paying attention to things at that house.
I needed that in the program so I was lucky. "
"I went right from the training facility, straight to D.C. In D.C they did all sorts of shit, training, physical evaluations, mental evaluations, and every type of background checking they could possibly do on me."
"They wanted someone young enough to grow with the start of the FAA so they offered to give me permission to start it and I did."
"And when it came to getting the guys, every two months I would get files of each of the people in training and then I had to report back to D.C to pick a single person out of a group of thirty to be apart of this with me."
"You voluntarily chose Theo?" I laugh into his arm. Poor Theo has such a hard time sometimes.
"Those thirty guys I had to choose him from were a rotten batch, he was the best chance I had," he shakes his head.
"Plus I knew him beforehand and it just so happened to work out that way."
"So what about the restaurant?" I question. What does he need the restaurant for if he could just as easily have some nice headquarter?
"Everyone knows where the FBI headquarters is. I wasn't about to fuck with people that often. If they know exactly where we are, they'll be bothering us. So I settled for the restaurant," he shrugs.
"The only time I didn't get to choose who was coming here was when the new girl came, whatever the fuck her name was. They thought she'd be an okay fit. She's fine, not doing any fieldwork," he rolls his eyes.
"Her name is Jaqueline," I remind him of her name.
"Like I give a shit," he grumbles.
"What about Jake? He never went to any type of training place," I wonder.
"He was a friend of Theo's and he wanted to help out. I let him because I could see he was a good kid. As soon as he turned the right age, he was going to go to the training facility but," he trails off and I nod, understanding.
"Why was your dad so dressed up? And he called me the freaking r-word," I furrow my eyebrows and scrunch my nose slightly.
"Almost every time I've ever seen him he's wearing a suit. And I know he called you that, that tells you what kind of person he is right there," he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Why does he know where you live?" I wonder aloud. Grey lets a bitter, fake smile onto his lips.
"A couple years ago, I figured that since we were now both adults, we could talk things out. Turns out he's still a motherfucker and I guess he hasn't forgotten the address," he explains and I wince.
"I think you and I are just better off without our parents," I conclude and he allows a little smile onto his lips.
"I think you're right," he agrees.
"Especially since we can fuck whenever we want-"
"You just had to say that didn't you? I knew something like that was gonna come out of your mouth soon, you haven't said anything like it in like ten minutes," I pat his cheek, face not booty.
"C'mon," he stands and pulls me up with him. I furrow my eyebrows.
"Where are we going?"
"The kitchen," he answers. He drags me into the kitchen and I head to the fridge. I'm kinda hungry. I'm sure he is too considering this is where we are.
I bend down to the level of where the drawers are in the fridge and I examine the food items.
I'm about to eat real good.
Grey's presence suddenly appears behind me. Actually it doesn't appear behind me, I feel him behind me.
I stand straight back up immediately and his wraps grip my hips, holding me against him.
So hornish.
He spins me in his arms and lifts me, placing me on the counter. He connects our lips urgently and he pulls away, lifting off my shirt.
"Grey? What are you doing?" I question once he grips the waistband of his Nike joggers.
"I'm about to strip for you," he answers like it's no big deal, meanwhile, I'm getting hot and bothered.
"Here? We're in the kitchen!"
"I'm horny," he places his lips along my jaw, pulling my body closer to him. I breathe heavier upon hearing the words and feeling his lips on my skin.
He suddenly tugs my pants off.
"Are we seriously going to do this here?" I question aloud.
"What? Would you rather do it on the dining room table?" He offers and my eyes widen.
"Our room is not even that far away," I explain to him but it appears to have gone over his head.
"Yeah. But this is hot; if you could see yourself right now," his eyes trail down my frame, "fuck."
"Hornish crackhead," I mumble almost inaudibly. He yanks my underwear off and I gasp in surprise.
He leans to me and kisses me fervently, gripping onto the hair at the base of my neck. His free hand travels below my waistline and I have trouble focusing.
After a while he pulls away and grips onto the waistband of his boxers.
"Woah there hoss," I stop him. He narrows his eyes slightly at me.
"Don't call me hoss," he grumbles.
"Don't we need a..." I trail off nodding.
"I'll pull out."
"Heck no," I shake my head, "what happens when you forget?"
"Fuckin' Grey Jr."
"Stop it," I bite my lip, keeping a laugh in.
"It doesn't feel as good with one," he mumbles and I raise a single eyebrow.
"Excuse me, why do you know that?"
I understand he's been with other girls. I'm fine with that, that was when he didn't know someone as great as me existed. I don't think I'm okay with him having non-protected sexy time with them though.
He smirks.
I'm going to roundhouse kick him in the esophagus.
"I don't know a hundred percent but I do have a hand and that shit feels pretty fuckin' nice-"
"Stop," I cover my ears.
"And think about it," he trails his hands up my thighs, "nothing between us. Just you and me."
I place a soft kiss on his lips.
"Why don't we just use one this time and then later today or tomorrow I can go to the doctor, okay?" I tilt my head. I hate to admit it because I'm going to have to have a church session in my car later but he's really got that sounding pretty nice.
"Birth control?"
I nod. Abby's on birth control, she tells me about it sometimes when we have our 'girl talk.' I still can't get over having our talks. I love it so much. It's amazing and it fills my heart to the brim knowing I have someone who I can tell anything to.
Of course, I can tell Grey anything and everything. And I do. But there is also just a satisfaction factor when complaining about him to Abby. I complain about him to him too but I like having Abby to agree with me.
"Then we'll still have to use some other protection until it fully starts working but the sooner I get it then the sooner you can y'know, go without one," I explain.
He rushes off and comes back quickly with a package in his hand.
"I'll take that as an okay," I whisper. He slips it on and thrusts into me. My head tilts up to the ceiling and I try to keep the sounds to a minimum.
He grips my neck and tilts my head back down until I'm directly face to face with him.
"Eyes on me."
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I wake up with a jolt. Grey slowly lifts his head from its position on my chesticles.
"What's wrong?" his sleepy voice questions. I look down at my feet.
"A demon is going to get me Grey, my feet are out in the open," I nod to them and he looks down toward them.
"Are you serious?" He groans, rising off of me. He leans down and places the covers back over my cold feet. Then he lays back down in the spot he was.
"Better?" he questions and I nod. I wiggle my toes just to make sure they weren't eaten.
"What time is it?" I mumble. I raise my arms up and stretch greatly. Grey gives me a look that says 'do you really have to do that right now?'
"It's one," he mumbles. Crud. The sexy time that occurred earlier this morning wore us out. I'm sorry Jesus.
"I've got to get up," I sit up and he reluctantly removes himself from me.
"Why?"
"I promised Mr. Terrip I'd be at the store by lunchtime and it's past then so I need to go," I stand under the closely watching eyes of Grey.
"Would you quit it? You already saw enough earlier," I point my finger in his face, eventually poking his cheek, face not booty.
"You're pretty," he replies and I allow a smile onto my face.
"As a mule's butt or...?" I trail off and he scoffs.
"Shut up," he grumbles. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm starting to think that's his favorite phrase. Of course, other than the combinations of curse words he uses.
"You look like a lion, by the way," he tells me before rolling over and acting like he hasn't just offended my heart.
I walk into the bathroom and peer into the mirror.
He's not wrong. Brat.