Chapter 20 Drunk
?Azalea?
"Get up."
"No," he grunts. I grunt back.
"Get up," I repeat and he doesn't even respond this time around. I arch my back up as far as I can and he finally rolls off me.
"Fuckin' strong ass," he grumbles as I walk to the bathroom to pee. When he's lying on top of me, bladder and all, it really makes me have to pee ten times as bad.
I tinkle and as I'm brushing my teeth, he waltzes in. I finish up and turn to him.
"What if I had no clothes on?" I raise my eyebrow at him. He finishes up and turns to me.
He just gives me smirk, his eyes darting down then back up my body.
Holy Jesus Christ in the morning. Why was that the most attractive movement I've ever seen?
"Don't answer it," I predict that his answer wouldn't be a good one.
Walking out, he climbs back onto the bed. He gives me the "c'mere" finger and I mosey on over to him.
He grabs onto my hand and pulls me onto the bed. He doesn't stop pulling until I'm standing on my knees on either side of his legs as he rests his back against the headboard.
His eyes stay dark as he looks at me. His hands come to rest on my back and he leans forward, placing a single kiss on my lips. He pulls away, his eyes light with mischievousness, and his lips form a gorgeous smirk.
His hands slip under my pants and he grips onto my butt. I gasp and he covers it with his mouth. I lurch forward at the feeling and he groans into the kiss, sliding his hand from my booty to right over my hipbones. He slips his tongue in my mouth and my hands find his amazingly soft hair.
Maybe it's Maybelline. Stop.
I break away, out of breath before him and he watches me as I take deep breaths. He licks his lips and his eyes drift to my neck.
He leans down and kisses it before leaning back part of the way and looking at my reaction. Which is, 'holy moly this is wild.'
He trails his lips all the way down to the neckline of my shirt. From there, he pulls it down further and he looks back up at me.
"Your dad won't see anything here," his voice comes out husky and it makes it harder for me to breathe. He lowers his head and his lips find the top of my breast.
My boob.
A sudden sigh leaves my lips and his lips don't stop. He gently but firmly gives the spot a bite and I gasp. He pulls away and pecks my lips.
"So flustered, hm?" the smirk returns full force onto his lips as he stares at my probably pink face.
"First of all, your hands are down my pants," I remind him breathlessly and he drags his hands up to my back again.
"And second," I pull down my shirt, looking at the hickey that lays on my chest.
"You did that."
"Want the other one to match?" he offers. Someone woke up on the horny side of the bed this morning.
"Y'know," my voice nearly squeaks, "I think I'm pretty good."
I'd probably faint if I'm being honest.
"Let's go out to eat," he says, grabbing the back of my pants and lifting me like I weigh nothing. Also like a child.
"Not necessary," I grumble.
"I hope you want me to see down your shirt because I can," he lets go and I fall onto my back on the bed, looking up at him.
"You've already seen all there is," I sit up. There ain't much left to my boobies. After all, even though Grey said they're fine, they may be a little small.
"Not all."
"Want to?" I blurt.
"Fuck," he curses under his breath.
"Where we eating?" I recover but his heated eyes don't leave my frame as I stand up.
Oh, Lord help me.
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"And then, you know what he did?" I rant to Mr. Terrip who currently has his deaf ear pointed right at me.
"He spilled the syrup all over my lap and I had to go home, shower, and change. And by the time I was done, he had to leave to go to work. So now, I haven't seen him since yesterday and I'm telling you, he's going to get got."
Oh how I missed the so-called conversations between Mr. Terrip and me.
"I'm gonna hit him so hard, he'll think it was The Rock," I assure him.
I sigh.
"But it'll probably have to wait until later today. The bad guy was being difficult I guess and he has to work a little bit today too. He texted me a couple of hours ago."
"You've been talking about this man for an hour now," Mr. Terrip informs me.
"He's very easy to talk about," I bite back a smile.
I would like to tell Mr. Terrip about how Jake was involved with Grey and everything but I figure that since Jake never told anyone, then he just didn't want them to know.
"A flippin' pizza delivery girl flirted with him yesterday!" I suddenly remember and apparently this gets his attention because he turns his other ear toward me, the working one.
"He didn't flirt back, did he?" he raises a wary eyebrow.
"I'd leave if he did! He didn't though," I smile.
My first ever physical altercation would be with a pizza woman if she would've been touchy. And she most definitely would have lost...yeah.
I mean, she was a good eight inches taller than me but does she have my skills? I'm not sure but for my sake, yes.
Plus she's probably got some pretty big guns with carrying that heavy food all the time. Well, guess what? I'm pretty sure I was a weightlifter in a past life.
My phone dings with a text and I pull it out of my boob. Or my bra, wherever. It falls to Mr. Terrip's desk and he shoves it back over to me with the book in his hand. It's not like I've got cooties.
'Drive your ass to my place' Grey's lovely text reads and my socks are just blown off by the amount of charm that man has. He could be a prince, I'm convinced.
'Only because you asked nicely' I reply.
'Kiss my ass' he responds oh-so-sweetly.
I'll smack it. I laugh evilly internally. I peer at the clock on my phone and find that most of the day has already faded away. I'm pretty sure I was talking to Mr. Terrip for way longer than just an hour.
"I'm retiring Mr. Terrip," I tease, turning my phone off. His eyes flit over to me for only a split second.
"For today," I add and he nods as if he's saying 'that's what I thought.'
I bid my goodbye and head to Greys.
He must've seen me get here because he opens the door right as I'm walking up to it. Loud talking sounds behind him and he shuts the door as he comes out.
"Is that a party?" I hold back a laugh.
"We've got a new recruit assigned to our unit," he grumbles unhappily, "and they fucking showed up."
What a poor, poor thing he is.
"I already want her out. She won't stop fucking trying to talk to me. And she fuckin' stares," he rants.
"And you want me here, why?" I tilt my head in question.
"Why the fuck not? And she needs to see that I'm not fuckin' available for her bullshit. I'm only available for your bullshit," my heart jumps at his words and I bite back a smile.
"You couldn't have told her that?"
"No point in telling her when I can show her and spend time with you all in one," his arm wraps around my torso.
"I missed you Sugar," I hug him, pressing my the side of my face to his chest and wrapping my arms around his torso.
"I've missed my morning pillow," he grumbles, placing a kiss on the crown of my head.
He enjoys crushing my bones and suffocating me.
I smack my hand down on his booty. It's been a few days since I've done it and it feels good. He doesn't really react but I feel him lift his hand above my booty.
"No!" I squeal, unwrapping an arm from around him and covering my butt. Thankfully, he pulls his hand away and just leans down to kiss me. He pulls away after a little while and he looks down.
"Let me see it," he pulls at the top of my maroon halter neck top. He finally sees the hickey he freaking left and his lips pull up at the edges.
"Did you actually want to see that or did you want to look at my goodies?" I question.
"The hickey. I'm lying," he kisses the corner of my mouth.
You know what, at least he's truthful.
"You're wearing pants?" he peers down at my black skinny jeans. I'm not the biggest fan of wearing pants due to the fact that my legs feel confined but I didn't want people to see the horrific bruise on my leg.
"I have a bruise the size of Jupiter above my knee," I explain truthfully.
"I was putting folded clothes away in my dresser and I slammed my knee right into the open drawer. I was paralyzed for five minutes and I thought I wasn't going to make it but I did," I recall the horrific event that occurred just yesterday.
"Not your already hurt one?" he makes sure.
"No, the other one. Thank goodness, I just took my brace off last week," I thank Jesus again really quick.
"So," I rock on my heels, "is the new girl pretty?"
"Pretty as a mule's ass."
Oh, that's just terrible.
"Grey, that was a horrible thing to say," I bite my lip, "I bet she's beautiful and very nice."
"The fuck? You want me to lie to you?" he pauses and we just stand there as he thinks for a minute.
"She's so pretty," he says dryly and sarcastically all mixed in one.
"That's even worse."
"She's not my type. I wouldn't've fucke-"
"Don't you dare say what you were just about to," I cut him off, raising my hand to him.
"It's true," he shrugs.
"I bet you would've said the same about me before you got to know me," I scold. His eyebrows furrow.
"I would've fucked you within the first five minutes we met if you were up to it," he pulls me against him and my cheeks blaze.
"That is not where I wanted my point to go," I take a deep breath.
"Oh, but you talk about sex all the time," he pulls my lips up to his.
"I joke," I blubber.
"I don't," he kisses me.
"Wanna make out?" he kisses under my ear and my eyes nearly bulge out of my head.
"Are you okay?"
"You just look fucking good," he keeps my head tilted up to him.
I step away and look down at my outfit.
"Aw, you like my outfit? I don't remember where I got the shirt but I like it too. I thought it went together wel-"
He cuts me off, pulling me to him and kissing me roughly. His hands travel under my butt and he lifts me. I gasp and notice how hot and bothered I really am.
The door opens behind Grey and I pull away.