26. Greyson
It had been a week since the Fall Festival, and every night True stayed at our house later and later.
On Monday, Noah wanted to make s’mores in our courtyard, so she sat around the fire, talking with him hours after they ate the five they made.
On Tuesday, Noah wanted to try his hand at a five-hundred piece puzzle, so all three of us sat around the coffee table and built the damn puzzle from beginning to end.
On Wednesday, True wanted to go dancing, so we went to Lucky’s and I watched her and Noah get drunk in the middle of the work week and dance like they were the only two people in that bar.
On Thursday, they were both sick with a “mysterious illness” they swore had nothing to do with how much they drank the night before, so I called my mom and asked her for her hangover soup recipe. When I delivered it to them on a tray in the living room, True had given me a lopsided smile and cupped the side of my cheek, saying, “This is why you’re my favorite.”
And Friday. Well, today was Friday and it was the first time True had fallen asleep after one of our dinners. There had been no alcohol tonight, but they made another round of s’mores before watching movies on the couch.
So, here I was, fresh out of my shower, looking down at the fallen soldiers with a calm I’d been feeling more and more lately.
Fuck, they looked like everything I adored. They weren’t touching, not really, but they were close enough for anybody to see they wanted to.
Noah’s head looked like it had gotten too heavy for him to hold up before he finally let it fall, sagging dangerously close to True’s shoulder. And True’s mouth hung open just enough for a smile to steal across my face when I looked at her.
I didn’t want to wake True up and risk fucking up Noah’s sleep. He wasn’t on his sleep meds anymore and if him not popping up in my bed randomly wasn’t enough evidence, him drinking again told me everything I needed to know.
With my hands buried deep in the pockets of my sweats, I watched them until a familiar yearning made my chest hurt.
Tearing my eyes away from them, I looked at the movie still playing on the screen and found the remote to turn it off.
As soon as the room was completely silent, True startled awake, blinking against the light bathing the room.
“Greyson?” Her voice was scratchy.
“Red.”
“What time is it?” she stretched before gingerly standing up from the couch. Then she placed a pillow in her spot against the arm of the sofa, giving Noah’s head a place to rest when he finally tipped all the way over.
“It’s one.”
Her eyes widened in alarm at my announcement before she watched me grab a throw blanket and place it over Noah’s form. Thankfully, he didn’t wake up and relief worked through me. At least one of us would get some sleep tonight.
Because lately, I spent most of my nights staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out the twisted desire that had stamped itself into my DNA.
When our eyes locked again, True’s expression had softened.
“I should go,” she whispered, attempting to tiptoe around the couch to find her shoes and bag.
She’d changed out of her tight, black jeans into a pair of Noah’s sweats after dinner and a twinge of envy was quickly overpowered by longing.
“Greyson?” True hissed, pulling my attention back to her. “Can you walk me to my door?”
I nodded absently, running my gaze over her. Her lipstick had faded, her eyeliner was smudged from how much she rubbed her eyes when she was fighting sleep, and her hair was in a messy bun at the nape of her neck. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I closed the space between us, stopping less than an inch in front of her.
“Noah is taking you shopping for a reception dress tomorrow because I have to take care of something at the resort.”
True blinked up at me, her pretty eyes low and fixed on mine. “I know. I’ll be ready when he comes to get me.”
I didn’t resist my desire to touch her and reached up to hold her face in my hands. “Why haven’t I kissed you in a week?”
She blinked again and a flirtatious light entered her sleepy gaze. “Because you haven’t tried.”
“It’s all on me, huh?” I asked, smiling down at her when our bodies brushed, the friction enough to send frissons of desire surging through me.
“Yea.” True nodded, licking her lips. “I like following your lead.”
Fuck. Me.
My lips crashed into hers before another thought could form and she instantly moaned against my mouth, pushing her tongue past the seam of my lips.
“Just neighbors?” I asked, winded from her kisses.
Her voice was just as breathless when she said, “Yea.”
“Liar.” I bit down on her plump bottom lip, loving the way she whimpered before kissing me again.
“I know,” she conceded on a groan. “I missed your mouth.”
The sound of our kisses and the clock ticking above the mantle were the only noises in the room.
I shot a glance at the couch and saw that Noah was still sleeping before I pressed my forehead against hers.
“Fuck, True.”
Her arms fell from around my shoulders and she let her fingers trace over my bare skin. “You taste like Listerine,” she whispered almost absentmindedly.
“And you taste like graham crackers.”
Her eyes twinkled as she reached up to wipe something from the corner of my mouth. Her lipstick . “I should leave…”
“Why does that sound like a question?”
“Because I don’t want to.” True’s attention had left my lips but she let her hands roam over my bare abs and tease the band of my sweats. “I want this ,” she said, raking her nails over my torso. “Just once.”
“Once?”
“That’s all I need,” she replied, her chin high. The determination in her eyes was almost cute. “Please just give me this tonight. I’ve been thinking about it since Noir.”
“And I told you it’s yours, all you had to do was say something.”
An unreadable flicker of emotion passed over her face before she said, “I have an IUD. And condoms in my purse.” She turned to scan the living room for her stuff, but came up empty and looked at me with a sheepish purse of her lips. “Do you have condoms?”
I stifled my laughter by picking her up an hooking her legs around my waist. Then I mumbled against her neck between kisses, “Yea, Red, I have condoms.”
In my room, I kicked the door closed softly behind us and walked us to my bed. When I lowered True on top of the comforter, she made eye contact with me and slowly worked Noah’s sweats down around her wide hips.
I finished pulling the pants off her legs and threw them on the floor before I climbed on the bed between her parted thighs.
“Condoms,” she reminded me, panting when I started kissing down her neck and over her chest.
She tugged at the waist of my sweats before her hand disappeared inside, massaging my dick.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “If you don’t want our first time to be a quickie, I need you to chill, Red.”
“ Only time,” she corrected, biting my lip and holding it between her teeth. “Say it’s our only time, Greyson.”
My heart knocked so hard in my chest, I was sure she could feel every beat against her skin while I hovered over her, letting her stroke my dick while she inflicted the tiniest bite of pain in an attempt to get what she wanted.
“It’s not our only time.”
I hadn’t been inside of her yet and I knew I wasn’t agreeing to that.
“You said whatever I want.”
“Not that, Red.”
“Greyson,” she released my lip from its cage between her teeth and undulated against me from below. Her hand fisted around my erection, tugging sensually while she stared at me with fire burning in her orbs.
She got to the tip of my dick and ran her thumb over the bead of precum. “Condom, Grey,” she reminded me again, this time with more urgency coloring her raspy words.
It hit me then that I would let this woman boss me around however the fuck she wanted for the rest of my days. She didn’t have to ask me nicely for shit and I would still give it to her on a gold platter. How the fuck had this happened? A week ago, I thought I was in control. Now she had me by the dick and I was willing to do whatever she wanted. For as long as she wanted.
Braced on my hands above her, I pushed up enough to open my bedside drawer and pulled out a gold, foiled packet.
True took it from me, tearing it open with her teeth. Everything after that was a blur, my mind working in slow motion while things happened at lightning speed.
I shoved my sweats down far enough to free my dick. Rolled on the condom while True watched me with hooded eyes. Hooked my fingers against the material of her red panties and pulled them to the side.
Pushed her legs further apart and hissed at the sight of her glistening lips when she arched into me.
She ran her fingers through her wetness and grabbed my shaft, lining me up at her entrance. “Just tonight,” she breathed before the tip disappeared inside of her warmth.
And then I was falling. Inside of her. Inch by inch. Slowly, at first. And then all at once.
This woman hooked her legs around my waist and pulled me closer until I was fully seated in her, forcing her body to adjust.
“Greyson,” she whined at the same time I breathed her name.
“True.”
We stayed like that, locked in the new sensations of our connection until True pulled her head back and looked me in the eye. “I already know this is a bad idea.”
“Why?” I hummed, working my way out of her before pushing back in. She hissed lightly but the way her eyes rolled told me she liked the pain.
“Because I already miss your dick and you’re still inside of me.”
“You can’t say shit like that,” I groaned, pulling out of her. I let my dick kiss her entrance and drag over her clit while I finished undressing her, removing her silk shirt and her lacy red bra while she watched me with a softness on her face.
“I love how attentive you are,” she whispered when I entered her again.
I rocked forward, pumping into her twice and stopped when the building sensations hit me too quickly. Even with a condom, I had to pace myself because this woman, that fucking mouth, and the way she was gripping me was a recipe for disaster.
Again, I kissed her roughly, my desperation making me suck her tongue into my mouth with a ferocity I couldn’t tame. I was coming apart at the seams because of this woman and all she’d done was tell me this was the only time I could have her.
Breaking the kiss, I lowered my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth when my hips started bucking again. I found a pace we both liked, somewhere between frenzied and desperate, and fucked into her while my mouth worshipped her tits.
“Fuck, yes, Greyson.” True whimpered, holding my head in place as my tongue ran circles around her peaked nipples. Now she was fucking me from the bottom, working her hips to control the pace. I buried my face between her breasts and whimpered at the way she was fucking herself on my dick. She was so fucking wet, my balls slapped against her sex nastily with each and every thrust.
“Greyson, please…oh, God,” she shouted, sucking my neck to muffle her cry when she realized how loud she was. “ Please, please, please ,” she cried and my hips sped up, my pace hard and fast while I felt her walls constrict around me.
Soon, I wouldn’t be able to move. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to do anything but shake with my own release. But right now, I fucked her like it was the only chance I had. Hard and rough and so damn deep, her breath hitched before she caught it and started babbling in the aftermath of her body climaxing.
As soon as she started coming down, I erupted, so fucking turned on from the thought of giving her pleasure that it made me come undone before I knew it was happening. My lips found hers and I moaned through my release into her mouth while my hands sank into her waist with a bruising grip.
I didn’t know what the fuck had just happened to me, but I knew after tonight, I belonged to True St. John. Irrevocably.
And the next morning, when I woke up alone, without a trace of her anywhere in sight, I still believed that.