Chapter 20 #2
A tightness forms in my throat as my nose prickles and eyes become misty. I turn my head swiftly to the side, forcing him to let go of my chin. Looking up at the fairy lights, I blink rapidly, banishing the tears away.
“By trusting me, that’s how you’re supposed to know, Bunny. And don’t ever compare me to those who have wronged you in the past. You’re not my second choice, Em. You’re my first. And I told you I thought I was in love with her, but now I know I was wrong.”
I turn back to him, seeing the pain in his eyes that my accusations have caused. I don’t want to doubt this. I don’t want to doubt what we have. But I can’t help how scared I am that I’ll end up hurt again.
“How can you be so sure?” It comes out barely above a whisper.
He cups my face in a loving way. “Because what I thought I felt for her doesn’t even compare to how I feel about you, Emma.
Yes, our relationship was unexpected. If you had asked me a year ago if I saw this ever happening, I would have laughed and said no.
But now that I know you, now that I really see you, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I wouldn’t want anything else, or anyone else. Just you.”
A tear rolls down my cheek as he wipes it away like he always does. “I’m sorry I said that. That I doubted us,” I tell him sincerely.
“It’s normal to have doubts, Em,” he says softly.
“This is all still scary, even to me. But I love what we have. You, me, and Gracie. I love coming home to find you loving my daughter. I love when you send me silly pictures of you two together. I even love those stupid mugs you buy me every week, and I don’t want any of that to change. ” He chuckles, then smiles tenderly.
“But I don’t live in that cute mind of yours, so when you feel an ounce of doubt, no matter how silly it may be, just talk to me. And we’ll figure it out together.” He presses his forehead to mine, pecking my lips once.
“I love buying you those stupid mugs, too. You should see your face every time you find a new one. I really need to invest in a hidden camera.” I laugh, then suck in my lips when he gives me that annoyed expression he loves to shoot my way.
“Bunny, I’m trying to be serious here, and you're not even listening to a word I'm saying.”
“Of course I am; I just talked about the mugs. Are you listening?”
He chuckles with his eyes closed. “You’re crazy.”
“Your favorite kind of crazy?” I beam.
“My favorite.” He leans closer and licks the side of my face, making me squeal and push him away. He doesn’t let me get far though, grabbing my waist and licking every inch of exposed skin he can find.
“Okay, okay! Enough playing around. I’m hungry. Feed me,” I say, laughing.
“I got something you can eat right here. And look, there’s even something for me, too.” He climbs on top of me, pressing his length against my core.
“Naughty, naughty Wolf. Feed me some real food, and then we’ll get to dessert.” I push against his chest to get him off.
“Fine.” He gets on all fours and makes his way out of the fort.
“Such a good boyfriend, making sure his lady doesn’t starve to death,” I shout after him.
“A very dramatic lady,” he yells back from the kitchen.
I giggle to myself, throwing my arms above my head as I lie on the furry blanket and wait for Grey to come back, finally feeling better about us. He comes back a few minutes later with a huge tray lined with three different kinds of pizza, all heart-shaped.
“Aw, Grey! How did you get these?”
“I made them.”
My eyes grow twice their size. “You… you made them?!”
“Mhm.”
I grab his face with one hand. Fingers on one cheek, thumb on the other, making him look like a fish as I squish them together. “A man after my own heart.” I kiss his puffy lips briskly, then turn back to the pizza as he presses play on the laptop.
Dirty Dancing begins to play, one of my all-time favorite movies, and I swoon even harder. “How did you know I love this movie?”
He finishes cutting up the pizza, then hands me a piece and kisses my neck. “I told you, Em. I see you.”
By the end of the movie, we’re both biting into a heart-shaped cheesecake that he also made himself.
This man really is full of surprises. I fork a piece and bring it to my mouth as I watch Patrick Swayze lift Jennifer Grey into the air.
That moment is so perfect, you can’t help but feel excited for them.
“I want us to redo that scene,” I say around a mouthful of cheesecake.
Greyson snorts while watching the scene. “If you want me to drop you, sure.”
“Oh, stop. You’ve got big muscles. You can lift me easily.” I slap his hard bicep, emphasizing my point.
“Bunny, you ran into my arms and knocked me on my ass. Now imagine if I try lifting you at the same time. We’ll both end up in the hospital. You with a broken nose, me with a broken back and a concussion.” His brow rises with a head tilt, giving me that knowing look.
“Why are you ruining my dreams?” I cross my arms, faking anger.
“I can make another dream of yours come true if you’d like?” He slides the cake away and pushes me down on my back, climbing over me.
“Oh, yeah? Which one?” I ask, passing my fingers through his locks, scratching at his scalp.
“The one where I give you the best sex of your life.” He licks my earlobe, then sucks it into his mouth after whispering the words.
“Mmm, but you already give me that daily.”
He licks from my collarbone up the length of my neck. “Then let’s make it come true once more.”
He unzips the side of my dress and sits up to help me out of it, leaving me in only a thong for his eyes to devour.
I unbutton his dress shirt, pulling it out of his pants and pushing it over his wide shoulders and down his muscular arms. He then removes my panties and wiggles out of his dress pants and boxers.
I press against his chest, putting him into a semi-seated position with his back lying against the pillows. Spreading his legs, I crawl between them while rubbing up and down his thighs.
“What do you want, Bunny?” His hand plays in my hair, fisting it.
I gaze down at his erection, looking like a delicious shiny lollipop I want to lick all over. I lower my head and flick the tip with my tongue, appreciating his salty taste in my mouth.
“Bunny’s really hungry for a tasty carrot right now, would you happen to have one for me?” I ask in a sultry voice.
He palms his cock, stroking it once, making a bead of white form at the top. “As a matter of fact, I have one right here, just for you. Why don’t you have a taste?”
I bring my head down again, wrapping my lips around the head of his shaft as I twirl my tongue around it, then slide my lips down his length until he hits the back of my throat. A hiss comes from his mouth when I gag slightly.
I pull all the way back up and let him fall out of my mouth. “Mmm, such a yummy carrot. I want more.”
I take him back into my mouth and suck up and down, holding the base with my hand. He gathers my hair, holding it out of the way while watching me. I bring him to the back of my throat, gagging every time but not stopping. He loves when I gag around him.
“Fuck, I love feeling your throat close up around me. Does Bunny like having her mouth filled with my big carrot?”
I look up, not letting go, and nod around his dick. “Mhmm.”
I continue bobbing my head, picking up speed and working my hand up and down as well. Saliva leaks out the side of my mouth all over his cock and my hand. I cup his balls and massage them in my free hand while he fists my hair tighter and begins to force my head to the rhythm he likes.
I rub my thighs together, creating beautiful sensations I love so much, then moan loudly as my juices leak out of me, making my legs slippery. Jesus, he doesn’t even need to touch me to make me wet. Just having him in my mouth does the trick. Actually, just seeing him does the trick.
“That’s it, baby. God, you suck me off so well. I want to come all over that pretty pink tongue, is that okay?”
I nod once more as I feel his balls draw up in my hand and his length thicken against my tongue.
“Good, now open wide for me.” He removes my hand from his shaft and pulls my hair, forcing me to let go, and angles my head back. “Stick out your tongue.” I do as he says and wait like the eager, horny girl I am.
He grabs hold of his dick and strokes himself vigorously, aiming at my open mouth. He grunts as the first spurt of cum hits my upper lip. Lowering it more, he empties himself all over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat as his well-defined abs contract with his release.
When he finishes, he releases my hair and leans back against the pillows, panting slightly, chest rising and falling as he breathes deeply. His hand comes up and wipes his sticky mess off my lip, then places his thumb in my mouth as I swallow all of his arousal with a hum.
He grabs me by the hips next and settles me over his thighs, his still-hard cock rubbing against my pussy between us.
He takes my hair again and crashes his lips to mine, swiping his tongue inside my mouth and tasting his own arousal.
I love how he doesn’t care that he just came in my mouth. He still feels the need to kiss me.
Pulling back, his hand fishes under the pillow next to him, retrieving a condom. “Wow, you came prepared. You knew that we’d have sex in here, didn’t you?”
“Em, I’ve had condoms stashed all over the house ever since we got together.”
I push back further, needing to see his face to know if he’s serious. “No, you don’t,” I say, determined he’s lying.
“There’s one behind the TV.” He smirks, proving his point.
My mouth drops open. “Why would you put one there? You have some fantasy about having sex against the TV or something?” I ask him only half joking. I’m actually curious now.
“Bunny, we literally had sex against the dishwasher last night. I think the TV isn’t that far out of reach,” he says with a lifted brow as he rolls on the condom.