Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
CAL
When we reach my apartment, I hesitate as I look over at Grayson. I guess I never asked if he was getting out with me; I just assumed. And if he doesn’t… if he just goes back for his car and decides to drive home, I’m not sure I can be here by myself.
“Thanks for everything, guys,” Grayson says. “We really couldn’t have done this without all of you. There’s so much relief in knowing that others will be made aware of what Allen has done.”
“Anytime,” Lane replies.
Felix’s head pops around Lane’s body. “You guys hear that, right? Not me, him. He’s declaring he’d be happy to run off into danger at any time,” Felix says.
After spending the entire three-hour car ride trying to woo the dog, he’s finally gotten it to lie with its head on his lap.
He’s over there in bliss, petting his pig and both dogs.
“I’m up for anything but getting in a vehicle with Antonio,” Lane says with a shudder, even though Antonio drove us here and is currently staring at him with a slack jaw. I swear Grayson shudders too. The memory of Antonio driving us is hanging in there quite strongly.
“I drove your ass here!” Antonio cries.
“It’s different,” Lane whispers.
“I think you mean that you’ll never get in a car with Tonio, right?” I tease.
“You shush it, Tonio’s been laid to rest. He only peeks out on certain nights,” Antonio says, making us laugh.
“I really can’t thank you guys enough,” I say. “But then I remember all the shit you dragged me into, Felix, and that if you’d stayed in the car, Felix, we’d have been so much safer, and then I decide that I’m not quite sure we’re even.”
Felix just laughs while I get out of the vehicle, and the relief I feel when Grayson and Traveler follow me is ridiculous.
“We’ll pick you two lovebirds up tomorrow to get your car back, Grayson.
” We could have gotten his car tonight, but they hit my place first, probably able to tell that I really just wanted to get home to decompress.
“Okay, thank you,” Grayson says.
I head toward the apartment as Grayson trails after me. “It’s not much… and like… I didn’t have time to prepare it for someone coming, you know? I didn’t plan on having company.”
“I’m sure it’s fine. You’ve already been in my house.”
“That’s true… and Felix stole a bunch of your stuff,” I say.
“I was wondering where my stuff went… did he take my cookies too?”
I grin as I unlock the front door. “He definitely took your cookies. But it was a good thing because that cookie is what got the pig to save us.”
“The pig… saved you… because of a cookie Felix stole from my house?” Grayson asks, oddly skeptical.
I start laughing as I shake my head. Honestly, little makes sense when it comes to events with Felix. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve been around Felix long enough to know this makes perfect sense. I mean… you really only have to be around him like five minutes tops to understand this.”
“I would like to say you’re exaggerating, but… no, you’re very much right.”
“Of course I’m right!” I say as I watch him look around the small living room/kitchen space.
“I think you owe me a pack of cookies… or maybe something even better,” he murmurs as he reaches around me to slide the door shut, pinning me against the closed door.
“Oh, I do?” I ask. “I think you owe me more than just cookies. After torturing me for months with the whole, ‘We can’t date because I can’t commit to it right now,’ before you did the whole, ‘But if you climb up this mountain, I might kiss you,’ and all of the shit that came after it…
you’re going to owe me for the rest of your life. ”
“My courting was definitely more romantic than that,” Grayson says as he lowers his mouth until the rumble of his voice is against my ear. “It was very romantic.”
“Was it?”
“I mean… at least a little bit.”
I’m grinning until he kisses my neck. The tickle of his facial hair wipes that grin right off my face as I tilt my head so he has better access to the sensitive area.
His hand runs down my side before dipping under my shirt so I can feel the tips of his fingers brushing over my skin.
It’s like everywhere he touches is on fire and I want more of it… no, I need more of it.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper. I want to feel him, I want him to hold me, I want to hold on to him with everything I have.
Grayson kisses a line from my neck up to my cheek before his lips reach mine.
The first kiss is just a taste, a hint of his lips against mine, but I want every second of it.
My lips part and I can feel the brush of his tongue as it invades my mouth.
His free hand slides into my hair while my arms wrap tightly around him.
I never want to let him go. I want to hold him and be held by him. Kiss him and love him…
I love him…
I really do love him.
His tongue moves against mine until I’m almost out of breath, and then he pulls back just enough to let me catch it before kissing me again.
It’s so hypnotic that when he picks me up like I weigh nothing and carries me deeper into the apartment, I don’t care.
He could carry me anywhere he wants to at this moment and I would gladly follow.
“Where is your bedroom? I’m just wandering around.”
I point, not trusting my words, and when he reaches the closed door, he presses me against it while he rocks his hips up so I can feel his cock through his pants. It makes me groan in anticipation. Eagerly, I reach back for the doorknob, but the thing has eluded me.
“Where’s the fucking doorknob?” I complain as I twist my head to look, but he captures my lips before I can, pulling all of my attention back to him while my hand smacks around on the door some more.
Pulling away, I breathlessly ask, “Shower? Should we have a shower first? That’s something people do, right?”
“I think I’ve heard of it.”
“Yeah?”
“But I also took a shower this morning. I may look like I crawled through the woods but that was just because I was chasing a pig.”
“Fuck the shower. I want you now.”
“Yeah? Do I just fuck you right here?”
“You can. I don’t care,” I say, trying unsuccessfully to push my pants down enough to give him my ass. Grayson laughs as he reaches past me and turns the doorknob so we stumble into the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed before hovering over me.
“Lube and a condom?”
I flip over and crawl toward a bag I have by my bed. Apparently… my organization skills need some help. He pushes my pants down just enough to reveal my ass and surprises me when he bites it.
“What the fuck?” I ask.
“I don’t know, it just looked delicious and I wanted a bite of it,” he says, running his fingers between my ass cheeks as he impatiently waits for me to empty out an entire bag on my bedroom floor while looking for lube and condoms.
“Did they get lost in there?” His finger slides over my hole before he reaches my balls, and I bite my lip as I try to stay focused.
“Maybe! It’s been a while, alright? After… after Felix got me to stop drinking, I got better about this stuff. We don’t need to talk about that shit.”
“You can talk about anything you need to,” he says. “I’m not the kind of person who’s going to have some weird jealousy over it. The only thing I feel is upset with myself for not being there for you.”
“Just go back to biting my ass. I liked that better.”
“It was delicious,” he says with a chuckle as he leans down and bites it before sucking the spot. It makes me laugh. His finger has ventured back to my hole when I finally grasp what I need. I lift the items up like they’re some miraculous prize.
“I worked so fucking hard for this!”
“Yeah? That’s not the only thing hard,” he jokes before he rolls me over and pushes one of my legs up after removing the clothes from my lower half. I can feel his breath on my cock as his eyes flick up, and I forget all about my condom and lube prize.
Grayson doesn’t, reaching out to catch the lube when I drop it and the condoms on the bed.
He pops open the cap and squeezes some onto his fingers before trailing them down between my cheeks and over my entrance.
His other hand slides down my cock, directing it toward his lips where he takes just the tip in his mouth and sucks me gently.
Oh fuck… the feel of his mouth as he sinks down lower, taking more of my cock into his mouth while his finger presses against my hole before pushing inside me, has heat coursing through me. The only thing that would make this any better is if he were naked.
I try reaching for his shirt, but all I can get is hair, and I realize that I like it enough to settle for that.
His tongue swirls around the head of my cock as a second finger joins the first. He rubs his fingers inside me, stroking my sensitive walls before finding that perfect spot that causes pleasure to ripple through me.
I moan and try my hardest not to thrust into his mouth. It all feels so fucking good. When a third finger teases my hole, my hand tightens in his hair.
“I want more,” I beg.
He pulls his fingers and mouth free, leaning back and tugging his shirt off while I observe with much interest. His eyes hold mine as he unbuttons his pants. He pushes them down and I watch as he frees his large cock.
“That made you look away,” he says.
“Sure did… Eddie wasn’t joking when he was sitting on your lap. No wonder he was having second thoughts.”
Grayson laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t make my buddy shy.”
“That’s the least shy thing I’ve ever seen,” I comment while I reach out and grip his thick cock that’s begging for attention. My thumb smears the precum down his length as my other hand reaches for a condom.
“Hurry up, I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh?”
“Hey, I’m not shy about what I want,” I say.
“I’m noticing.”