Chapter 43 Jessica
?Azalea?
"I can't believe you dragged me in here," I mumble. He doesn't respond only continuing his trail of kisses all around the sides of my neck.
"You missed me a lot?" I hum. Last night we were busy.
Getting down and dirty, oh yeah.
This morning he's constantly touching me and I can just tell me not being home all the time has an effect on him.
Especially since he dragged me into the shower with him. Like what on earth? Not gonna lie to myself though, it kinda ruffles my truffles.
"I missed you a lot," he mumbles against my neck.
I lean my head back into the stream of water coming from the showerhead. He steps closer to me to do the same. As soon as the water hits him though, he steps almost all the way back.
"Why the hell is that so fuckin' hot? Burn my damn skin off," he rubs his shoulder where the water touched him. He's such a drama queen.
I turn it down a little bit for him and he eases his way forward.
He stands close to me letting the water rain down on his head before shaking his head roughly and sending water droplets right at my face. Buttnugget.
I rest my forehead against his chest thinking about how much I love this man. He's truly the best thing to ever happen to me. And to think he used to hate me. That only makes me laugh now because he's such sweetheart now.
We've had bumps in the road, him and I. Those bumps only ever make us stronger. And I've had bumps in my own road too. Aaron, Mr. Terrip's passing, Jake's passing, my dad, a lot more. Those things, at least I hope, have made me a stronger person too.
I don't know, I'd like to think I'm decently strong. But I'm happy, I do know that.
And most of the happiness all leads back to Grey. Where would I be without him?
Probably still in that house getting whipped by dad's belt. That thought alone sends shivers down my spine.
"Do you know how much I love you?" I lean my head off his chest, looking up at him. I don't wait for him to guess.
"More than anything in the world," I tell him honestly and his lips raise up in the corners. He was probably expecting me to say 'just a little bit,' jokingly.
"More than your flowers?" He questions and I smile.
"More than my flowers," I nod. His smile widens into one of his rare, big, genuine smiles and I'm left in awe like every time.
I lay my forehead back onto him and start tracing the large lion head tattoo on his chest.
"What do you think about getting a house?" He questions suddenly. My eyebrows lift a bit.
"I want something that's just for us, something that's private and not an apartment. And Bear needs a yard," he traces my shoulder blades with his finger.
"You want a house with me?" I raise my head back up, looking at him.
"You already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, let alone just get a house," he presses a kiss against my forehead and I think about crying.
He's too good for me.
"Only if that's what you want though. If you don't want a house then we can stay here," he adds.
He could say he wanted to move into a shack and I'd follow him happily. It doesn't matter where we are, as long as I get to see his juicy self.
"I want that," I tell him honestly.
"You know what I want?" He leans down and his lips brush my ear. I hum in response, figuring he's about to say something sweet.
"I wanna fuck you against the wall right now."
"I can't deal with you anymore."
I'm sore sir. We did things multiple times last night and my body hurts. And I'm tired. Sure I'm a little bit turned on at the moment but that's unfair because it's him.
"We can just have a nice little sweet shower, we don't need to do the dirty," I poke his chest twice.
"Think about it," I can hear the smirk in his voice.
Yeah my hoohaw is thinking about it. 'I'm tired' is what it is thinking.
"Can't you just hug me and be sweet?"
"I'll be extra sweet to you," he grips my booty cheek and I gasp a bit.
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He's been staring at me for a good thirty minutes.
I think he's staring because he's waiting for me to pay attention to him. Usually, I'm completely focused on him and not on schoolwork. Now, I'm focused on schoolwork and he's protesting with his eyes.
I scoot my body closer to his and press a kiss to his lips.
"You should just hide me in your dorm," he sits his forehead against mine.
"I don't think Abby would appreciate that," I tell him honestly.
"You know if we got married you would be able to live somewhere other than the dorms."
"I do know that. I also know that I'm nineteen," I scratch the top of his back like I know he likes me to.
"I know that. But I know I love you a lot and I don't want anyone but you."
He's probably the most unromantic person but he has a way with words. Sometimes.
"Well listen here Buck, I don't want anyone but you either."
"Don't call me Buck," he grumbles.
"I do what I want."
He takes the skinny hair tie off my wrist and he twists it onto my ring finger.
"Imagine that as a diamond," he adjusts it on my finger the way he thinks is right. His phone rings and he takes a peek at the caller. He shoves his face into my shoulder.
"I'm not answering it," he deadpans. I answer it.
"Hello, this is Jessica," I greet, making my voice higher than it usually is.
"Jessica? Excuse me?" Oaklee's confused voice questions.
"What are you calling my man for?" I purposefully say things that I would never say. Grey only shakes his head at me, a small smile on his lips.
"Your man?" his voice grows even more confused.
"Yes, my baby, Grey," I bite my lip to keep myself from giggling. My phone dings with a text. I pick it up and see it is from Theo.
'Some girl answered Grey's phone calling him her baby, you better get him straight right now before we do.'
My heart grows at his concern.
"Listen, Jessica, Grey has a girl and you aren't her."
"Baby, come back to bed," Grey speaks closely to the phone, playing along. I hear a gasp on the other end.
"I swear to God. I swear to him. Theo! I swear to everything-" he hangs up mid-sentence and I laugh into Grey's chest.
"They're definitely on their way," he nods, kissing the top of my head. Bear jumps up onto the bed, situating his big body on my feet. I wrap my arms around Grey's neck.
"Chokehold, what're you gonna do?"
He only lays back down acting like I'm only cuddling him. So I do just cuddle him.
"I tried calling mom yesterday," I begin. I was genuinely excited to hear from her. I had texted her before but our conversations through text never really went very deep.
I missed her voice.
"She didn't answer me," I clear my throat.
I had told her before about Mr. Terrip and his funeral date but she didn't show up to the funeral.
That made me sad because I know he cared about her and would have probably wanted her there.
I know I wanted her there.
But I'm sure she was just busy with her new job and all.
"I know you love her Lilah. But she loves you nowhere near as much as you love her," he grips my face, tilting it up so I can see how serious he is.
"But-" he shuts me up by placing a gentle kiss on my lips. He sits me up, making sure I'm paying close attention to him.
"You have been the only one to call. Not once has she called you. You don't deserve to be treated like that, okay?"
"Distance yourself babe, or you're going to get hurt. I don't want to see you upset," he tucks my hair behind my ear.
"I just want one parent," I tell him truthfully. One normal parent. Have mine ever been normal or is it just me?
"C'mere Bear," Grey pats the bed beside me and Bear follows his direction. Grey points to my cheek.
"Kisses," he tells him and Bear's big tongue licks the side of my face.
Grey stretches out his legs and pats his thigh. His juicy thigh. His huge foot lands on my computer sending it nearly off the bed. I shoot forward grabbing it. Closing the lid, I catch sight of the words on the screen.
'Your essay has been submitted!'
Oh Lord Jesus help me.
"I'm gonna start flipping my crap in three seconds," I tell Grey honestly.
The essay was not even half done.
"Oh shit," he winces, "can you unsubmit?"
"The professor has to return it, I can't unsubmit," I faceplant into my pillow. I can't even email the man on Saturdays.
I pull the covers completely over me and curl into a ball thinking of terrible possibilities. What if my professor gets mad at me and says he's not returning it? What if when I email him tomorrow he doesn't answer anyways? What if he starts hating me?
"Your freaking monster-feet," I grumble aloud.
"I was just tryin' to love on you," he says softly and my heart beats quicker.
"I know," I mumble into the bed. Suddenly, we can hear the front door burst open.
"You didn't lock it," Grey groans. Footsteps come running into our room.
"Grey, step away from her," Oaklee's voice says.
"Jessica, do you have clothes on?" Theo's voice asks me. He sounds a little sad. He's too sweet.
"She does-"
"Shut up you cheating asshole!" Lincoln shouts. Grey doesn't respond and I'm quite surprised.
The covers are ripped off of me and the guys stare back at me.
"Who's Jessica?" I question innocently.
"Where is she hiding?!" Oaklee rushes to our closet pulling the door open and walking inside.
"Come here," Theo pulls me off the bed.
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. It's really terrible we're doing this to them. But it's funny they kind of believe it. Grey wouldn't cheat on me.
'Cause if he did, he'd be a dead man and I'd make sure of it.
"C'mere," Grey holds his arms open for me to walk into. I start shuffling away from Theo but he grips onto my shirt and pulls me back to his side.
"No, he's evil, don't listen to him," he tells me.
"Y'all think so terribly about him," I shake my head teasingly.
"You really think I would cheat on that?" Grey points at me, his eyes running down my body. I give him a little look of appreciation.
"Who the hell is Jessica?"
"My alter-ego," I smile, walking over to Grey. He throws his arm around my shoulders.