Chapter 29 #3
He huffs out an annoyed breath. “Did you read any of my text messages?”
“I didn’t get a chance to before going up to sing, but I think I saw enough once I had a clear view of you and your date.” I make sure to add a little extra sass to the statement. I’m not going to hide how this affected me, no matter how annoyed I am at it. Hiding what I feel isn’t really my style.
His jaw flexes. “It’s not what it looks like, Emma.”
A sarcastic laugh leaves me. “Seriously? You’re going to say the line that every man in the universe has used countless times?”
Grayson walks toward me, and I sidestep him, deciding to go back inside, not wanting to hear his excuses. “I should get back to my friends.” A hand wraps around my forearm, which I quickly dodge, but Grayson is now blocking the side entrance. “Really?”
I roll my eyes and start walking to the front of the bar when he blocks me again.
There’s only one more way to go, which is through the back, where the now empty small parking lot is, to reach the front door. Also known as the long way.
Grayson doesn’t have enough time to stop me from moving away from him, and I try to walk as fast as I can in these heels.
My coat is still in my hands, but I barely feel the icy wind with the fire running through my veins.
He’s not far behind, judging by the sound of his footsteps.
Luckily, I can keep dodging his hold on me—
My entire body is pushed against the concrete wall next to the gate, where the huge recycling bins are. A gasp escapes me as Grayson places both his hands on each side of my face. He towers over me, and my breathing quickens. I look everywhere except at his face, afraid of what I’ll find.
“I was set up on a blind date by a friend,” he says quietly.
“He didn’t tell me about it, and I didn’t meet the woman until we got to the bar.
My friend and his girlfriend guilted me into staying, and yes, she touched me.
And yes, I told her I wasn’t interested multiple times, but she got drunk and handsy.
” I meet his stare this time, waiting for him to finish the story.
I’m momentarily distracted by the smell of alcohol on his breath mixed with the clean, masculine scent of his cologne.
“I had a few drinks myself and loosened up, but never got past being tipsy, and eventually, I gave up on telling her I wasn’t interested.
It was easier to ignore her.” He grabs my chin.
“If you had seen my texts, then you would’ve known that I wanted to talk to you outside and explain that to you. ”
“Did you tell her why you weren’t interested?” I’m not sure why that’s my first question. Maybe it’s because I secretly want her to know he’s sleeping with me and no one else.
He closes his eyes. “No, and I had no reason to.” The frown on my face must be obvious because he’s quick to reassure me. “We agreed we’d wait, and you said you’d give me time.”
“This is getting too complicated,” I blurt out, surprising myself with the words, but it’s true.
I don’t like feeling this jealous or possessive over someone I’m not dating.
It’s new and not entirely welcome. He may have kept his word, and sure, it makes me feel better, but…
but…I don’t know. It’s just too damn much.
Grayson’s eyes flare with worry and something akin to anger.
“Maybe we should end this now.” And once again, I surprise myself by what I’m saying.
His jaw slackens, and I manage to duck under him, taking two steps forward before he wraps his arms around me from behind, causing my coat to fall on the ground along with my phone on top of it.
“You don’t mean that,” he whispers into my ear, sending goose bumps down my spine as I curse my body for reacting to him. “We knew this wouldn’t be easy.” His hand moves to my jaw, turning it, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
“I don’t want you,” I say, extremely unconvincingly.
He smirks. “I don’t believe you.”
I try to get out of his hold, but he only squeezes me tighter. Grayson guides me to the wall again, my chest pressed against it with his warm body behind me. “I don’t want you,” I grit out, trying to hide the uncertainty in my voice.
His firm hand slides from my jaw to my neck, choking me lightly, making me tremble.
Shit, he’s getting to me.
“Tell me you aren’t wet right now.” I don’t respond, not wanting to sound out of breath by how turned on I am by this.
A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, and his dick hardens behind me.
“I bet that if I put my hand under this short little dress, I’ll find you fucking soaked.
” I bite my lip, trying to compose myself, but his words only make my nipples hard and sensitive.
“I don’t—” My sentence is cut off when his fingers graze my inner thigh.
“All you have to do is tell me to stop,” he whispers before gently kissing my neck.
A whimper slips past my lips, and he knows he has me. There’s no use fighting it.
His hand shoots up to my center and over my panties to find how wet I am.
His chest moves with his dark laugh. “Just like I thought. You didn’t mean a single word.” He emphasizes his statement by pressing his groin against my ass, where I feel the ridge of his hard cock.
“This is complicated, Grayson,” I manage to get out, attempting to clear my hazy mind.
“So what? Are you really ready to end this? To end us?” His finger teases me over my underwear. I throw my head back, moaning softly.
“I don’t even know what we are.” He moves the pad of his thumb to my clit, and I fist the hem of my dress.
“We’re something messy.” My dress is suddenly pulled up over my hips, cold air hitting my skin.
“We’re something that probably shouldn’t have ever begun.
” The sound of clothes rustling is unmistakable, and the metal of Grayson’s belt buckle clinks loudly in the empty parking lot, along with his pants zipper lowering.
“We’re something that should’ve felt wrong from the beginning but ended up being too addictive and too damn good to stop.
” He presses his body against mine again as the back of my head continues to lean on his shoulder.
“We’re something that isn’t even close to being over. ”
His words confuse me, turn me on, and worry me all at the same time.
These are not lies, but they don’t provide any answers either.
Not that either one of us has them anyway.
Even if we did, I’m too distracted by his need for me and mine for him to stop him from pulling my panties down and slipping a finger inside of me, almost making me come on the spot.
“Grayson,” I moan. Voices drift from people passing by on the sidewalk, too far away to see us, but it’d only take me coming for them to notice what we’re doing. The thought of getting caught makes me bite my lip, and my adrenaline spikes.
“You like the idea of getting caught,” Grayson says as a fact, not a question. He moves his finger again.
“How did you know that?”
“Because your pussy squeezed my finger as soon as you turned to see the people near us.” He wraps his hand back around my throat and kisses me, forcing my mouth open.
Fireworks explode as we both sigh. The taste of whiskey is still on his tongue, bringing back memories.
“Tell me again how you don’t want me. How you so desperately don’t want me to fuck you here and now, waiting for somebody to catch you with a professor.
” He rubs his bare dick on my ass cheeks, and I squirm in his hold.
“I thought you said I deserved better than public sex,” I say in a quick breath, feeling the chilly autumn air hit my pussy as he removes the finger from inside me.
“Not tonight, you don’t.”
The sound of a condom wrapper catches my attention, and I place my hand on his.
“I’ll take the morning-after pill while my birth control kicks in.”
His chest moves a bit faster. “Emma—”
“I’ve taken it before, and I bought one as a backup when we started having sex.” I rub my ass on his dick, which in exchange makes him groan. “I want to feel all of you.” I need to feel all of him tonight to be reassured of everything he’s told me.
He chokes me harder. “I’m not going to last long, Princess.”
Me neither, I say to myself. I’m ready to come without him touching me at all.
Grayson lines himself up quickly and doesn’t take his time, ramming into me in one solid thrust. His hand shoots to my mouth, covering my muffled moan as he buries his head in the crook of my neck.
He pauses for a moment, likely to gather himself and not come on the spot, but then more people pass by again, and the excitement makes me clench around him.
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses, and starts to move with quick, strong motions, all the while one hand remains over my mouth and the other on my stomach to keep me steady. I face forward, hands pressed against the wall, arching my back to give him easier access.
God, I’ve never felt so full.
“Seeing you in this tiny dress with your tits pushed up with every guy staring at what’s…”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Mine.”
Thrust.
“Made me want to take you in front of everyone and let them know your body belongs to me.”
My legs shake, his words and movements pushing me close to the edge. He’s never been like this with me—so possessive in a way that doesn’t anger me but makes me melt for him. It’s the dirty talk I like, and he somehow knows it.
“Yes, baby. Take it.”
Thrust.
“Fucking take it.” His filthy mouth, along with the friction on my nipples, brings me close, and he can feel it.
Grayson’s shaking behind me when he says, “Oh fuck. Come, Emma.” My clit throbs, and I let out a muffled scream, trembling from head to toe, having the best orgasm of my life.
Grayson continues to cover my mouth as I come on his dick, feeling my own wetness drip down my leg, making a filthy mess.
“Shit. I’m going to fill you up with my cum.
” As soon as he starts to fuck me relentlessly, I feel my legs shake again, and I rub my clit, knowing I have one more orgasm in me from how turned on I am when more voices filter nearby.
“Holy fuck. That’s right, come with me. Keep squeezing what’s yours, Emma.”
What’s mine. This time, my orgasm makes my vision go blurry, and I let out longer, louder, muffled moans. My legs almost give out when Grayson buries his face into the crook of my neck again, and with one more thrust, his entire body is trembling. He continues to grunt in my ear and then whimpers.
He fucking whimpers for me.
Grayson pulls his hand away from my mouth, and I take a deep breath, savoring the cold air, a streak of wetness still running down my thigh.
He pulls himself out, but keeps a hand around my stomach, aware of how weak I can get after climaxing.
I feel my heartbeat in my pussy as he leans down, drags two fingers up my inner thigh where my wetness has dripped, inserts his fingers inside me to mix his cum with mine, and takes them out.
He spins me around and presses my back against the wall. Our eyes lock, filled with unadulterated lust.
“Open.” Grayson sticks his fingers that are covered in both of our orgasms in front of my face, and I do as he says.
His eyebrows crease inward as I wrap my tongue around his index and middle fingers, sucking and licking every drop of our arousal.
If I weren’t so spent, I’d have another orgasm from this alone.
A groan leaves him as he finally snatches them back and puts his dick back into his pants.
“My body is yours for as long as you want me, Emma.”
I pull my dress down and dip my chin, still feeling shaky and knowing my body is his for now, too, but not my heart. Not yet…maybe not ever.
He looks at me with a tight smile. “Now tell me again how you don’t want me.”
When my cheeks heat, and I don’t respond, he smirks, hands me my phone and jacket, then walks away, leaving me in the dark as I text my friends that I’m heading home.
Seems like I missed Levi and Stevie’s duet.