Chapter 16 Emma #2
I trail one hand down to the junction of my leg, passing once between my still wet and swollen lips, coating my fingers in my arousal. I then bring my middle fingertip to my sensitive nub, rubbing little circles over and around as I bite my lip and moan.
It feels so good. Having him watch me pleasure myself makes me wetter than before. Maybe he’s right, this could work.
“That’s it. Fuck, I can see you dripping.” His hand picks up speed as he strokes up and down.
I continue my movements between my legs while pulling and pinching my nipple with my other hand. It’s a beautiful kind of torture. I just wish he was doing it instead. With his free hand, he pushes my knees wider apart and steps onto the bed, kneeling between them.
His cock is so close to my pussy, I can feel the slight draft of air against my flesh that his hand movement is creating. It only serves to turn me on more. I rub faster, the need to come building and building.
“Now push two fingers inside of you, fuck your hand for me.”
I use my middle and ring finger, sliding them in as deep as they will go, then resume my pumping motion like I did earlier. Slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. “Oh, Greyson. This feels so good.”
“Yeah? You like touching your pretty pink pussy in front of me, Bunny?” He watches my fingers slide in and out.
I nod eagerly. “But I wish it was you,” I whisper.
His eyes flick to mine. “I know, baby. Me too.” He looks back down and places his hand beside my hip, bringing him even closer to me. If I were to scoot my hips down a little, he would be touching my entrance. “Curve your fingers. It will help.”
I do as I’m told, and that same tingle begins to bloom. Pressure builds deep down, my channel contracting against my fingers. I pump faster and faster, moaning and whimpering through my bitten-down lip.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, Bunny. Come all over your fingers. Show me how much you wish it was my monster cock pounding into you instead.”
I release my battered lip and open my mouth wide, feeling myself on the edge of the precipice and about to fall over. “Oh God, Greyson. Yes! I’m gonna come.” I pull my fingers out quickly and rub down hard on my clit while pinching my nipple harder, knowing that will finish the job.
And it does. I free fall over the edge into a beautiful stormy sea.
I let go of my breast and bite down on my hand as I cry out with pleasure, throwing my head into the mattress, my back arching off the bed. Greyson’s movements become frantic as he pants louder while my hips buck uncontrollably, hitting the tip of his cock against my fingers every time.
His hand suddenly slips on the bed, higher along the side of my body, making him practically fall over me. The movement places the head of his cock right at my entrance as my hips lift once more, pushing him inside me.
I moan loudly as he swears, and his eyes grow wide. “FUCK!” He pulls out fast. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Bunny!” The unexpected action throws him overboard, joining me in the deep waters. He erupts all over my pussy and fingers with a growl.
He drops his head to my chest and plants a delicate kiss against my sternum before pulling himself back up. I bring my sticky hand covered in both our juices up to my lips and lick my fingers clean.
His nostrils flare as his gaze grows feral. “Fuck. That’s sexy.”
I giggle and lick my lips of any remnants. “I thought you said no touching?”
He offers me a devilish smirk. “I lied.”
“Bad, bad Wolf.”
“Don’t move, I’ll get something to clean up,” he says as he stands from the bed, then pulls on his pants and silently opens the door and exits the room.
He comes back a minute later with a wet washcloth and returns between my legs.
Gently, he passes the warm cloth over my sensitive pussy and his evidence of pleasure.
My heart beats a little harder at how attentive and gentle he’s being with me in the moment.
No one has ever taken care of me in this way after sex, or whatever we’re going to call this.
He kisses the inside of my thigh and gets back up, leaving the room once more. He didn’t take the rest of his things, so I know he’ll be back. I get up from the bed and search for my clothes, pulling my top back on, then my pants, leaving him my panties.
I’ve already returned to the bed by the time he comes back into the room. He climbs above me on all fours, wrapping an arm around my waist as he pulls me higher up the bed along with him.
Laying my head on the pillow, he drops down on his back beside me, then passes his arm behind my neck, pulling me closer to his body. My head now rests on his chest as I cuddle his side.
He threads his fingers through my hair soothingly as he murmurs, “I’m clean. I always wear a condom. Gracie’s mom was the only exception, and that’s because I was shit-faced. But I get tested regularly.” The rumble of his voice travels into my ear.
“I believe you, Greyson.”
We’ve never done this, cuddling in bed. Hell, it’s the first time we’re in a bed together actually, aside from the occasional sitting next to each other. I don’t know why I never pictured Greyson to be the cuddling type after sex. Although we didn’t technically have sex.
I sigh contentedly. This feels nice.
We stay quiet for a while before he speaks up again in a hushed voice. “I think we should revisit that conversation we had about us… not right now, but when I get back from our two away games.”
In two days, Greyson has a game here in Toronto.
Tomorrow the rest of his team is flying out, and he’ll be joining them the next morning for practice while I stay here with his family and Gracie.
And later that night, we’ll all go watch their son play together.
Then the next morning, I’ll be flying back home with Gracie and Aubrey, and Greyson will be coming back home three days later.
“Okay,” I whisper back.
I’m not sure what exactly he wants us to discuss, but it’s clear that something is building between us. I’ve felt it with each passing day, and I think he has, too. I’m just not sure if what he wants to revisit is just to have sex… or if he wants more.
And if it is, am I really ready to get back in a relationship so soon?
~ The Next Day ~
I stretch my arms above my head while blinking a few times as the light filtering through the slightly parted curtains caresses my face.
I expect to feel Greyson beside me or hear him grunt for waking him up with all the twisting and turning I’m doing.
But when no response from him comes, I look over and find the other side of the bed now empty.
I then glance at the top of the dresser next and notice his things are gone as well.
I’m not sure when exactly I fell asleep or when Greyson left the room, but the last thing I remember is listening to his heart beating against my ear.
I grab a change of clothes and head out to take a shower in the bathroom down the hall. After making myself presentable, I bring my PJs back to my room and head downstairs, where everyone is already up, even Greyson.
I guess I was in deep need of sleep after last night’s activities.
“Morning, Doll. Needed some extra hours of sleep after a late night?” Andrew snickers, not looking up from his plate. “The walls are paper thin, by the way.” A sly smirk plays along his lips.
Aubrey groans and buries her face in her hands. “Don’t remind me. My room is literally right next door to hers.”
My eyes instantly widen, and I look at Greyson, who silently chuckles while hiding his smile behind his fork as he eats.
I’m all for banter and joking around with his father.
But having his parents literally hear us do the deed, or whatever it is we did last night, is something I’d like to avoid.
I might be crazy, but I’m not that crazy. There’s a limit to everything.
“Oh God… I’m so sorry… I thought we were quiet. I mean, we didn’t even… I’m gonna stop talking now. I’m sorry.” I hurry and busy myself with making a coffee.
“Ignore them, love. They’re just messing with you. He did the same with Greyson when he got up,” Nancy tells me sweetly with a bit of amusement as she comes to my side.
The doorbell suddenly chimes through the house, and we all look at each other wondering who it may be.
I’m guessing no one was expecting something or someone.
Aubrey shrugs as she gets up and goes to answer it while we all wait.
She comes back a few seconds later carrying a package and places it on the table.
“Who’s it for?” Nancy asks.
“Me…” Aubrey says quietly as she begins to unwrap the box.
It’s a gift box covered in white and red wrapping paper like a candy cane, with a bow on the top. Clearly, this is a Christmas present for her. I wonder who it’s from.
“Who’s sending you a present here?” Grey inspects the package as well, a frown lining his features.
“I don’t know,” she murmurs, then suddenly gasps as she pulls out what appears to be a baking recipe book and lifts the front cover. “Oh my God…”
“What? What is it?” Her mom rushes over to see what Aubrey is removing from inside the book.
“How… how is this even possible? It’s been sold out for over a year!” Aubrey mumbles to herself.
“What has?” Greyson questions as I walk over to Aubrey’s side and look over her shoulder.
“It’s a ticket for a special baking class hosted by one of the world’s best pastry chefs.
I wanted to buy one, but they sold out so quickly, and there were only ten spots.
” She places the ticket and book down on the table, then looks back inside the box and notices a note at the bottom.
Picking it up, she flips it over and silently reads it as I peer down and read along with her.
A special gift for a wonderful baker.
Merry Christmas xx - SJ
Her eyes widen as she reads the initials. She quickly wipes the surprise off her face and replaces it with a neutral expression, then looks around to make sure no one is paying attention. But the blush spreading over her cheeks can’t be contained.
Well, well, well. It appears a certain head coach sent our baby Brey a very special Christmas gift. The girls are going to love this.
Aubrey slowly looks over her shoulder at me and notices my growing smirk. “Nothing going on, huh?” I whisper with a wink, and her eyes dart all over the room while I giggle.
“Who sent you this?” Greyson asks as he reaches for the box.
Brey grabs it in a hurry and hugs it to her chest. “I don’t know, it didn’t say.”
Her gaze flicks to me, then back to Greyson and her parents. “I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you guys that I’m dropping out,” she rushes out, diverting their attention from the mysterious gift.
“You’re what?! Absolutely not!” Grey barks out angrily.
“Why is that, sweetheart?” Andrew asks from where he cleans Gracie’s mouth at the table, who just finished eating some French toast and now fusses to get out of her highchair.
Aubrey instantly seems to retreat into her shell with the way Greyson is reacting.
When I first met her, she was extremely shy and pretty much didn’t speak. But after spending so much time with me, Morgan, and Cecilia, she now opens up more and speaks her mind. But when she feels anxious, she returns to her timid self.
She looks down into the box and lets her hair fall in her face, hiding her from the stares.
“I want to be a baker. Clara wants to reduce her hours to spend more time with her husband. She asked me to take over as manager for the bakery. It would come with an increased salary and more responsibility. I’d basically be running the shop most of the time.
” She lets out a breath and shrugs, face completely flushed as she puts herself out there.
“And I thought I could maybe take some courses to help improve my skills, and hopefully one day open my own place.”
“That’s freaking ridiculous, Aubrey! After all the money I’ve put into your education, you’re just gonna throw it all away to bake cakes for a living!?” Greyson says furiously.
Something in the way he ended that sentence instantly makes me frown at how familiar it sounds. I don’t understand why he’s so mad, but he clearly doesn’t see how important this is to Aubrey.
“Greyson, I don’t think that’s fair. I’m sure your sister didn’t ask you to pay anything for her.
She’s obviously not happy with what she’s studying.
You’ve had dreams, you followed them through, and look at you now.
” I gesture toward him, moving my hand up and down.
“Why would it have to be any different for her? Would you really want her to spend the rest of her life working at a job she hates because it pays well? Or would you rather see her happy, doing something she loves?” I ask him softly.
I don’t want to start a fight, and I know it’s probably not my place to say anything. But I feel the need to defend my friend at this moment.
His eyes snap to mine, and slowly I see the anger dissipate from his body as his shoulders lose tension and drop.
He sighs and looks back at his sister. “I’m sorry.
You’re right. If this is what you want to do, I’ll support you in it.
I just hope you’re sure about this.” He reaches for her and takes her in his arms. “I love you, sis.”
“It is. This is what I want to do. And I know I cost you a lot of money, but I plan on paying it all back,” she tells him.
“No need to pay me back, I’ve already told you that. I shouldn’t even have said anything about the money; I was just a little caught off guard. Your happiness is all that really matters.”
“Thank you,” she says softly, then looks my way and mouths it again, to which I smile in return.