Chapter 26
Greyson
Blair’s laugh came easily now. That was the first thing I noticed.
The way her shoulders didn’t tense like they used to when someone brought up her parents.
She stayed longer at the bar after my shift ended, lingering behind the counter while I locked up.
She used to say she couldn’t sleep in a house that wasn’t hers.
But for the past week, she hasn’t left my bed.
Tonight was no different. The last customer had wandered out into the cool spring air, the bar was cleaned and quiet, and Blair was perched on a barstool with her bare feet hooked around the legs.
She wore one of my flannels over a tight tank top and leggings, her hair twisted into a messy knot on her head.
I wanted to take a picture of her just like that.
Not for the memories, but because she was mine, and something about her finally feeling settled was almost more intimate than any night we’d spent tangled in bedsheets.
“You gonna just stare at me, Grey?” she teased, popping a peanut into her mouth. “Or are you gonna finish mopping the floors?”
“Neither,” I said, tossing the mop back into the bucket and walking around the bar. “I’m gonna kiss you instead.”
Her smile flickered wide as I leaned in and tilted her chin up. The kiss was soft, unhurried, just lips and warmth, and her hand finding the hem of my shirt to slide beneath it. I could’ve stayed like that all night.
“You’re in a good mood,” I murmured against her mouth.
She pulled back slightly. “I had a good writing day. The book’s coming together faster than I thought it would. Maybe it’s just being here. With you.”
My heart caught on that last bit. She didn’t say ‘in this town.’ She said ‘with you’.
She hopped down from the stool and padded across the wood floor, eyeing the jukebox in the corner. “You know what we haven’t done in forever?”
“What’s that?”
“Danced.”
“We’ve never danced.”
She turned to me with a grin. “Exactly.”
A minute later, an old, slow country tune crackled to life, and Blair crossed the floor barefoot like she belonged here. This wasn’t the same bar where we’d awkwardly reunited just weeks ago; this was hers now too.
I took her hand and pulled her close. She fit against me like she was always meant to. She pressed her cheek to my chest and swayed gently, one arm wrapped around my back.
“I didn’t think I could feel this way again,” she whispered.
I held her tighter. “Safe?”
She nodded. “Loved.”
The music faded, but we didn’t stop dancing.
Later, we walked back to my place hand-in-hand, our fingers laced together.
The porch light glowed softly as we stepped inside.
She wandered ahead of me, shedding the flannel and tossing it over the back of a chair before moving toward the bedroom.
I paused, watching her disappear down the hall, her humming audible over the quiet hum of the house.
This place used to be a little too quiet. Now I hear her in every room.
When I entered the bedroom, she was under the covers, the lamp casting a golden glow over her bare shoulder and the notebook in her lap. She looked up at me with a soft smile and sleepy eyes.
“Come to bed, Greyson.”
I stripped off my shirt and slid in beside her.
She turned and looked at me, a mischievous look in her emerald eyes.
“Bee,” I growl, my voice husky. Her hand wanders up my arm, tracing the lines of my tattoo.
She slowly makes her way across my chest and down my stomach.
She stops at my waistband and looks back up at me for approval.
“Take whatever you need honey bee,” I say, causing a smile to spread slowly across her perfect plump lips.
She positions herself between my legs. Her hands grab my waistband, slowly sliding my boxers down.
My dick springs free, the tip glistening with precum.
Her hand wraps around my base, and she starts gradually rubbing up and down.
My head falls back against the pillow, and I moan.
Then I feel her tongue slide over the tip, and she takes me in her mouth.
I have to concentrate not to cum this fast and embarrass myself.
I grab a fistful of her hair and guide her deeper down on my dick.
“Yes, Bee, such a good girl. Take that dick down your throat.” I say, thrusting into her mouth.
I look down at her, and all I see are her beautiful eyes staring back at me.
I feel her tongue slide down my shaft, and I know I am close.
“Bee, I’m about to cum.” I gasp, and she takes me deeper.
I let out a guttural moan and thrust myself down her throat.
She takes all of it and I think I die a little.
She pops her head back up and looks at me, smirking.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
I grab her and pull her to me. “I didn’t think I would be able to fit all of you in my mouth,” she says, and I stifle a laugh. “You did so well, Bee.”
I draw slow circles on her arm and pull her closer. “That was as much fun for me as it was for you. Goodnight, Grey,” she says and nestles into me.
“You’re staying forever, right?” I whispered against her temple.
She didn’t answer with words. Just nodded, snuggling closer.
And in that quiet, I realized something. She wasn’t just in my house. She wasn’t just in this town. She was home and I was entirely in love with her.