Grayson stands up as soon as the words ‘first boyfriend’ leaves Mark’s lips. “Gray,” I say, getting up and walking to his side. “Ignore him, let’s go home.”
“Did he hurt you?” he asks, glaring at Mark. His fists are clenched, and I know he’s dying to hit him.
“No, he was just an ass**le. He didn’t hurt me. Now let’s go,” I say, pulling him toward the exit. We walk outside, having already paid, and head toward the car. Mark, like the brainless idiot he is, follows us.
“I still remember the freckle she has on her right breast,” he says, grinning. He clearly has a death wish. Grayson’s body goes still at his comment.
“Babe, get in the car,” he grits out, making sure I’m safely in there before he walks up to Mark. They exchange words, then Grayson punches him in the stomach, and then in the face. Then he walks away like he does this every day. He gets into the car and drives off, his fists clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel. The air in the car is so tense I can barely breathe.
“You let him see you,” he grates out, eyes straight ahead on the road. “Touch you.”
“That’s as far as it got,” I say, wondering what the hell the big deal was. So he saw me topless, big deal. Second base is as far as he got, and I gave everything else to Grayson.
“The thought of him touching you… I want to go back and kick his ass some more,” he says, a muscle ticking furiously in his jaw.
“It’s in the past, Gray, or does that past shit only work when it’s your past we’re fighting over,” I reply, feeling annoyed.
“Babe,” he says, warning clear. He doesn’t want me to push him. Well, too f**king bad.
“Don’t you babe me. I was a stripper, or have you forgotten? Many men have seen my body, but you’re the only one who has touched it, and been inside it. You need to stop overreacting.”
He sighs drearily, relaxing his shoulders. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”
I roll my eyes at his macho bullshit. Leaning over, I run my hand across his jeans, where I can feel him already hard and straining against the material. “Wow, not kidding, huh?”
“Paris,” he says in a low hoarse voice.
“How far away from home are we?” I ask, licking my lips.
“Ten minutes,” he replies through clenched teeth. I sit back in my chair and slide my panties down as gracefully as I can muster. “Fuck.”
I undo his jeans, pulling his c**k out as soon as we pull into the driveway. Just as the garage door closes behind us, I straddle him. He pushes the seat back, and then guides himself into me, lifting his hips and thrusting hard. I moan. His hands squeeze my ass, controlling my movements. Suddenly, my dress is pulled over my head, and my bra is undone. Fully bare, I ride him hard and fast.
“These are mine,” he growls as he rubs his thumbs over my ni**les. He sucks one into his mouth and I grind down on him even harder. “This is mine,” he says as his hands move to my ass. “And this,” he says, lifting his hips up with one long thrust, “is mine.”
“All yours,” I tell him just before I come.
“That’s it,” he says, “come all over me.”
He joins me shortly after.
Still connected, we stare at each other. “I love you,” he says, giving me a long open-mouthed kiss.
“I love you more,” I pant out as he pulls his mouth away.
“Not possible, babe. Not possible.”
I smile against his lips.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I’m wiping down the counter at work, when Dylan walks in. Things with her have been quiet, even though we see each other around here and there. As she comes and stands in front of me, I have a feeling that’s about to change.
“So, Grayson’s leaving tonight,” she says, with a smug tilt to her lips.
“What do you want, Dylan?” I ask, putting down the cloth and staring at her.
“Just wanted to tell you that I’ll keep a good eye on him while we’re in Sydney,” she says, watching me for a reaction. Grayson is going to Sydney for a few days with his parents. He didn’t mention Dylan was going too.
I control my expression, hiding my hurt. “Desperation isn’t a good look.”
“Don’t care what you think. Three nights with Grayson. He always liked this thing I do with my…”
“Get out,” I demand, my tone icy.
“You’re worried,” she says, smiling. “Good, you should be.” With that parting shot, she leaves.
Later that night, Grayson calls me. I don’t answer. An hour later, he comes over. He has his own key, so he lets himself in and walks into my room where I’m lying on top of the sheets.
“Why didn’t you answer your phone? I was worried,” he says, storming in. “Is everything okay?”
“Besides the fact my boyfriend is going away with his ex-girlfriend and didn’t have the decency to tell me?” I snap, staring up at him with anger and hurt in my eyes.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, sitting down on the bed.
“Dylan came to my work today and said she’s going with you to Sydney and how I should be worried…”
“And you believed her?” he asks, looking hurt.
“Is she going with you?” I ask.
“I haven’t heard anything about it. If her dad is going, maybe she will tag along. But what does it matter? I would never cheat on you, and I thought you knew that,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. Way to turn this around.