CHAPTER 36
OLIVIA
I marvel at the open-plan layout of Graysons house. I’ve been here a handful of times, but I’ve never taken the time to actually look around at the place, and to say I’m surprised would be an understatement.
It’s so much brighter than I would’ve imagined for him. I expected dark wood and leather to match his brooding personality, but this house is the exact opposite of that.
Every wall is white. But it doesn’t have a cold, sterile feel to it. There’s light wooden beams spread out evenly across the edge of the living room, supporting the high ceilings. The fireplace is also surrounded by the same light wood, with logs stacked on either side. The sofas are a light grey fabric, situated around a glass coffee table and a large chandelier hangs above, lighting the room perfectly.
The kitchen is much the same with no door separating the two rooms, just a breakfast bar dividing the space between them. It’s open, but the furniture placement somehow makes it feel cozy.
“Gray. This house is beautiful.” I say in amazement .
He looks around the space as if he’s viewing it from my eyes. “Thank you.”
“It’s not at all what I expected for you, I must say.”
He cocks his head as he looks at me. “And what were you expecting?”
I shrug as I take a seat and the breakfast bar and look around. “I don’t know. Just darker, I guess.”
“I was a different person when I built this house. And in a way, I’m glad. The bright and airy feel to the place helped a lot when all I wanted to do was sit in the dark.”
I nod in understanding. “I guess that makes sense.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I hated the brightness, but I wouldn’t change it,” he says before moving around the kitchen, collecting the supplies he needs.
It’s an odd sight, watching Grayson do something as domestic as preparing a meal. But it’s also sexy as hell. The way his muscles flex against his T-shirt as he dices the steak has my mouth watering for something other than food and I cross my legs to tame the pulse forming between my thighs.
Gray’s eyes land on mine and he assesses me a moment before amusement shines in his dark eyes. “You good?”
I nod, slightly dazed. “Mm-hmm.”
“You got a little…” he points at his chin in indication, and I quickly wipe at my mouth, only to realise he’s fucking with me.
He throws his head back with a booming laugh and I narrow my eyes at him as my cheeks flame in embarrassment. “You know, I’m not sure I’m a fan of this sudden playful side of you.”
He cocks his head as his eyes roam my body, the green in them turning heated. “Well, I’m certainly a fan of this bashful side of you. ”
I roll my eyes, waving a hand through the air dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.”
He chuckles in response before turning his attention back on the task at hand. We keep the flirting to a minimum for the rest of the evening, instead focusing on safer topics. He tells me more about his life growing up, and the time he spent with Rueben. And I tell him what it was like living with Savannah and her parents.
A yawn slips free, and I quickly glance at my phone, my eyes widening in horror when I see its after one in the morning. “Oh my God. I need to get home.”
Grayson frowns. “Why?”
I show him the time on my phone with a confused look. “Because it’s late.”
“Stay,” he shrugs nonchalantly.
“What?” I ask, unsure if I heard him correctly.
“Stay here,” he repeats.
I give him a weary look. “We’ve never done that before.”
He rolls his eyes at me. “It’s not a big deal. We don’t have to share a bed if that makes you uncomfortable. There are three other rooms in this house. But you’re not driving home at this time.”
I shake my head. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I just didn’t think sleepovers were part of our deal.”
He shrugs again as he stands. “They are now. I’ll find you something to wear.”
Grayson disappears down the long corridor leading to his bedroom and I stare at the spot he just vacated, contemplating if I should follow him or not. When he doesn’t return, I stand and make my way towards his bedroom, finding the door open and the space empty.
A black t-shirt lays on the end of his bed, and I go to it, lifting the dark fabric up and assessing it like it’s the most interesting thing on earth .
This whole day has been weird. First, he buys me cowboy boots – in the correct size, might I add. Secondly, he took me on a romantic horseback ride. Then he got all shy, fumbling over his words as he asked me to stay for dinner – which he cooked for me. And now, he’s asking me to stay and giving me one of his t-shirts to sleep in.
What in the ever-loving fuck does this all mean?
I give my head a shake and decide not to overthink it too much. I remove my clothes and bra, leaving my panties on and pull the t-shirt over my head. The fabric is soft against my skin, falling to just above my knees. Grayson’s scent wraps around me and I inhale deeply, revelling in it.
He returns shortly after carrying a toothbrush still in the packaging. He holds it out to me. “Spare toothbrush for you to use.”
“Thank you.” I take it gratefully and move past him towards the bathroom.
I throw my hair up in a messy ponytail using the hair tie I keep around my wrist before brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face. It’s not my usual nighttime routine but it’s the best I can do.
Making my way back into the bedroom, I find Grayson already tucked beneath the dark grey sheets, his tattooed chest bare with one arm slung behind his head.
Jesus fucking Christ, the man is a God.
He gives me a tired smile as I round the bed and climb in on the other side. It feels a little strange being in a bed with him that we didn’t fall into as we tore at each other’s clothes and Grayson makes it even stranger when he flicks off the light, turns on his side before reaching his hand out and pulling my body towards him, situating me as the little spoon.
I’m frozen for a moment, blinking into the darkness in surprise at the sudden turn of events, but as the warmth from his body wraps around mine, I finally feel myself relax and sleep consumes me.
***
I wake to an unfamiliar heat at my back, and I shift against it, a small moan slipping free from my lips as I nestle closer to the warmth.
A deep groan sounds from behind me as a hand clamps down on my hip and my eyes fly open. The room surrounding me is dark and I blink in confusion as I try to recollect the night before.
“Blue, unless you’re planning on climbing on top of me, I’d stop doing that if I were you,” Grayson’s voice is thick with sleep and my muscles quickly relax as I remember I’m in his bed and not some strangers I picked up at a bar.
It’s then that I register the hard length pressed against my ass and I push back against it. Grayson’s hand moves from my hip, wrapping around me and under my t-shirt as he cups my breast.
He flicks his thumb across my nipple, and I suck in a small breath, circling my ass against him in invitation. The movement has his cock slipping between my thighs, the tip brushing against my clit with the perfect amount of friction.
He hooks one finger in the side of my thong, and I part my thighs a little as he pulls the fabric down my legs and discards of them. With my underwear out of the way, every sensation is heightened as Grayson thrusts his hips forward in slow, teasing motions that sends pleasure soaring through my centre.
Wetness pools between my thighs with each pass of his tip against my clit, allowing his length to slide against me easier and taking me closer and closer to the edge .
His thumb continues its torture on my nipple, swapping every so often to show the other the same amount of attention. Grayson’s breath is hot against my neck as he runs his stubble covered lips across my shoulder and up to my ear, sending my senses into overdrive.
I lift one leg, wrapping it around the back of his and bring one hand between my thighs where his length slides against me. I place my fingers on the underside of his cock, applying a small amount of pressure against it as he moves back and forth between my folds.
“Fuck,” Gray mutters against my ear as he pulls back and slowly, ever so slowly, pushed the tip into me. He pulls my leg back further, hooking one arm underneath it to give him access to my clit and as his fingers connect with the sensitive bud, he thrusts all the way to the hilt. I cry out against the pillow at the fullness, but Grayson is undeterred. His hips snap back before thrusting into me again with a hoarse grunt.
“Jesus, baby, you take me so well.” The nickname has my walls tightening around him and I throw my head back as electric currents shoot through my body.
My thighs begin to shake, and I feel myself climbing higher and higher as he fucks into me from behind. His fingers circle my clit in rapid succession and my back arches as my ears begin to ring, and I fall over the edge.
Everything inside of me clamps down around him as he fucks me through the orgasm. Spots dance behind my eyes and time freezes as I ride the wave of ecstasy surging through my body.
Grayson doesn’t stop. He thrusts into me over and over until I can’t take it anymore and my body shakes violently. “Gray, its too much. ”
“Give me one more, Blue,” he demands against my ear, his voice full of gravel and I shake my head against the pillow.
“I can’t,” I cry.
“Yes, you can. I want one more.” He rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m laying on my back on top of him.
“I told you not to start something you couldn’t finish. Now sit up and ride me,” he orders and the dominance in his voice has that earlier pleasure creeping back in.
I sit up, keeping our bodies connected and place my hands behind me on his chest. His muscles tense beneath me as I slowly raise my hips, testing the position, and drop back down on him.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that,” he moans, and the sound alone is enough to bring me right back to the brink.
His hands grip my hips with bruising force as I find my rhythm and begin to ride him. I make slow movements at first, revelling in the feel of his length as it moves inside of me, but it’s not enough.
Keeping one hand behind me on his chest, I bring the other between my thighs and play with my clit as I gyrate my hips, taking him deeper and deeper each time.
“Good girl, play with your clit. Make yourself cum, Liv.”
“Oh fuck,” I cry out at his whispered words, feeling my orgasm quickly returning with a vengeance.
The overwhelming pleasure makes me falter and I lose my rhythm, but Grayson keeps his grip on my hips, lifting me before slamming me back down on his cock. He thrusts his hips up into me simultaneously and all I can do is hold on as he fucks me senseless.
Our damp skin collides with burning force, but all I can focus on is the fire building inside of me as I soar higher than I ever have, right before I let out a scream and fall right over the edge .
My entire body stills as my walls clamp down around him for the second time and Grayson quickly follows, thrusting into me one more time before he freezes as he spills his release inside of me.
“Oh fuck,” he says on a long groan, his body twitching beneath me as I ride out my own orgasm. My breath seizes in my lungs, and everything goes black for the briefest of moments before I collapse back against him.
My limbs are heavy and our chests heave in synchronicity as we catch our breaths .
“Best sleepover ever.”