Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Helena caught a glimpse of their bodies in the bathroom mirror that had yet to fog up from the steam of the shower. Straddling him on his shower bench, she ground her center against him as she gripped behind his neck.
His fingers grasped her hips, ample in his veiny tattooed hands as he slapped her wet skin.
“You learned your lesson?” His heavy lids blinked at her.
Helena watched the droplets of water attempt to trail down his thick black beard. She threw her head back in response, allowing him to mouth her sensitive throat.
“Yesss…”
She held on to Grayson as he sucked and nipped. When Helena flinched, he licked his mark, as if sealing that she was his forever.
“Stay with me again tonight. Don’t leave,” he whispered against her chest almost so quietly she couldn’t hear.
“I can stay?” Helena lowered her head to meet his. The thought sounded divine.
“You’d never leave this house if I had it my way. We would come home to each other every day. I’d have you in my bed. In my arms. Coming on my cock.”
And just like that, Helena became liquid in his hands. A multitude of scenarios immediately crossed her mind as to how that could happen. In her dreams perhaps. It was too soon-wasn’t it?
What else did he want?
“Are you… asking me to move in with you?”
Grayson sighed, smoothing her wet hair from her scalp and behind her ears.
“It’s not so much me asking anything. I would never demand anything from you before you were ready. What I’m saying… is I wouldn’t mind at all to have you here even more. I wouldn’t mind seeing your things next to mine on the counter. I wouldn’t mind seeing your clothes beside mine in the drawer. And I wouldn’t mind at all seeing you in the kitchen in the morning wearing your hair up and reading at the table while you enjoy your coffee.”
At that moment, Helena thought she would cry. He wasn’t asking her to move in yet. He just wanted more of her in his house. Grayson wanted not just her around, but reminders of her. He wanted everyone to know she was his, evident by the mark he was currently leaving on her throat again as she pondered her thoughts.
She wasn’t his secret, like Daniel.
She wasn’t an outcast, like to her family.
She was his.
Helena forgot where she was until the water began to grow cold. Before they froze, she pried his lips from her neck and gifted him her own.
“Yes. Yes, yes!” She moaned against his mouth, giggling as his mustache tickled her face.
“Oh thank fucking god.” He erupted in relieved laughter, as if he were keeping it to himself for a long time.
“How long have you been wanting to tell me that?”
Helena turned off the water and began to help Grayson get dry.
“So long.” He shook his head, and Helena saw nothing but love in his eyes.
Love.
Helena stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around herself, giving Grayson room to transfer back into his chair. Watching him transfer on a wet surface made her slightly nervous, but he expertly seated himself. She blushed at his nakedness even still, but she could marvel at his body all day if he allowed it.
“You’re sure you can handle me? I’ve been told I can be annoying.”
“Anyone who told you that is an idiot and didn’t deserve a woman like you. You’re all mine, babydoll.”
He fisted her towel, pulling him to her and pressing another kiss to her lips.
All his.