I slip on a pair of cheer shorts and a tank before heading into the living room. I can hear the voices on the other side of the door so I know the girls have arrived. When I walk out, it is so quiet, you can hear a pin drop. There is instant silence as the girls wait to see how I’m going to react to Bailey. She walks up to me, but I can’t get a read on her. As she gets closer, I can see a dried tear stain tracked within her make up. Her eyes are red and still watery as if the damn may break again. I don’t know what to say. I’m actually speechless.
“I’m so sorry Siobhan,” she begins. Before I can respond, she catches me in a bear hug. It’s a silent plea for me to forgive her. I tense up briefly because I’m caught off guard. “I didn’t let you explain. I was so angry and then when I saw how hurt Vanessa was, it just made things worse. I blamed you for everything. Vanessa finally confessed her part in this after you outed her and I felt like such a fool,” she sniffs.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” I can admit my part in this. I should have trusted her to understand.
“I hate that you thought you couldn’t tell me, but we all make mistakes. I understand the hesitancy though. You guys didn’t start off in a relationship, but even so, it was taboo.”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that. I didn’t trust telling anyone except Jordan. I was afraid of what would happen if word got out.”
“We would’ve never said anything,” Angie assures and Meghan nods her head in agreement.
“Thank you guys. That means a lot. I promise to do better,” I promise.
“Awe,” Meghan coos and brings us in for a group hug. “This calls for a toast.” We each pick up one of the margaritas and clink them together.
“To lasting friendships,” Bailey offers.
“To lasting friendships,” we all echo. We crank up the music and dance wildly. The more alcohol that courses through our blood, the more off-beat we get. Bailey gets the brilliant idea that each person has to get up on the coffee table and dance to whatever song is thrown at her. When it is my turn, I’m given Bush’s “Machinehead.” I’m totally rocking it out when I hear a deep sexy laugh. I would know that laugh anywhere. What the fuck? Grayson’s here. The girls part like the red sea and there stands my Adonis in jeans and a faded V-neck tee. I freeze, in part from embarrassment and partly from shock. The girls all know about our relationship now, but how did he know it would be a good time to show up?
“Nice dance moves baby,” he says lifting me from the table. Like clockwork, my legs wrap around his waist.
“What are you doing here?”
“Bailey called me and told me you guys made up and that the coast was clear if I wanted to come see my girl. I forgot to mention when we talked earlier that I told Bailey how much I missed you.”
He turns and finds Bailey among the girls. “Thanks Bailey. You ladies can carry on, but I’m taking this one with me,” he winks. He slaps my ass in front of them and I know my skin is beet red.
“Just remember those walls aren’t sound proof,” Jordan warns. Oh. My. God. I’m going to kill her.
“You ladies may need to close your ears then. I haven’t seen this little drunken vixen in a week. I won’t be responsible for what you overhear.” Throw pillows from the sofa come flying at him. Change that. I’m going to kill him first. I bury my face in his shoulder and he laughs.
“Get a room!” Bailey yells in mock exasperation.
Grayson kicks the door open and turns and faces the girls. “Got one. Thanks.” Once he closes the door, I jump down.
“I’m so not going to have sex with you with everyone out there, you freaking exhibitionist.” He laughs at my candor.
“I didn’t have sex in mind love.”
“Good, because we would need to wait till everyone leaves.”
“Why is that? Is it because you’re a screamer and you always end up screaming for my cock?”
“Jesus, you are so vulgar. I’m not a screamer,” I huff.
“I beg to differ sweetheart. You’ve become so beautifully vocal. I can prove it to you.”
“You said you weren’t thinking about sex,” I recall.
“That’s because I’m not. I want to fuck you. That’s different from having sex. I want raw, sweaty, and unapologetic fucking.”
My sex throbs at the dirtiness spewing from his mouth. He unbuttons his pants and from the wiry hair on display I see that he is commando again. That is so fucking sexy. He has managed to get me wet without touching me and he knows it if that smirk he’s wearing is anything to go by. He summons me with the crook of his finger. He pulls me in for a kiss, but I have something else in my mind. I drop to my knees and his eyebrow arches in question. I pull his jeans further down and his dick juts to attention. The wetness at the tip is indicative of his anticipation. I stroke him a few times, using his own wetness to help my hand glide over him like silk. The first touch of my tongue to the head of his cock, his hips thrust forward. I lick him base to tip and watch as his face contorts. He throws his head back as I take him to the back of my throat. Guttural sounds rumble within him as I begin to suck and work him with both hands. His girth stretches my mouth wide, but I continue to alternate licking and sucking. I’m driving him absolutely mad and I feel so powerful.
“Fuck, baby. Stop, I’m going to come.” He grabs my hair in an attempt to separate himself from me, but I apply more suction. “Shit that feels so good,” he pants.
I can tell he is close. He begins to fuck my mouth, all control just gone. His legs tense as he releases his load down my throat. I’m not surprised by the consistency of it this time. I welcome the saltiness of my prize. I lick my lips and wink my eye at him in complete satisfaction that I was able to do this for him. The hungry look in his eyes warns that his appetite is far from being satiated. He pulls his jeans off in a rush and I know that any thought of waiting until my friends leave to fuck me has just blown up in my face. I’ve lit the fire and now he’s taking the lead. He yanks my top and bra off before throwing me on the bed.
“Your turn baby. Let’s see if you can keep from screaming,” he challenges. Game on. He stealthily climbs on the bed and hovers over me. He eases my shorts down my hips with a devilish grin. Right now I’m his prey and I love it. I have his complete attention. “You’re taking a page out of my book and going commando,” he slides a finger between my legs and I whimper. “Somehow I don’t think you stand a chance love. You’re soaking wet already. This pussy is on fire for me.” He leans over and grabs something from the pocket of his jeans and he pops the unknown item into his mouth.
I nod, but he doesn’t need my affirmation. He throws my legs over his shoulders and buries his face in my sex. The first tentative lick is meant to torment. Its slow, leisurely pace ignites heat in its path. His intent to draw this out is obvious. The tingling sensation that exudes in its wake tells me he is sucking on a mint. “Holy shit,” I gasp.
“Hmmm, what’s that baby?” He begins to suck on my nub and it is too much. I grasp at the sheet as my body quakes. The sensation intensifies as he plunges his tongue deep. I’m no longer in control of my body or its reaction to this sex god. I vocalize my submission with a scream to rival all others as I’m pushed over the edge in a euphoric haze. “Damn, that was so fucking hot to watch love.” His knowing smile speaks volumes. My pussy is still pulsating from the aftermath. I don’t care that I just alerted the whole fucking building of my orgasm. I need this man now. I push him flat on his back as I straddle him. “That’s it. Take what you need.”
“Shut up,” I growl and he chuckles. I lower myself onto his hardness and revel in the bliss of him filling me—stretching me wide. Once I’m fully seated, I grind myself on him, going as deep as I can go. I start to slowly bounce up and down, taking control of my pleasure.
The groans from Grayson spur me on. He grabs my hips in a predictable fashion to increase our tempo. His hips thrust upward as he impales me on his cock. “Fuck,” he says while bouncing me even faster. It feels like he is going to split me in two, but it hurts so good. He fondles my breasts as they heavily bounce against my chest. Before I know it, I’m being bucked off. He flips us both over and puts me on my hands and knees—doggy style. He enters me from behind and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He pulls on my hair and I’m done for. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes across the room as Grayson pounds into me. He leans over me and massages my clit, never losing his rhythm. “Get there babe,” he instructs. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I scream into my pillow to muffle the sounds that he has pulled out of me as I come so hard my whole body shakes. Grayson grabs hold of my neck and finds his own release. We both collapse on the bed, totally spent. He pulls me in to cuddle.
“You win,” I whisper.
“That love, was an epic fuck. There was no way to keep that one tame and quiet.” He gives me his heart-stopping grin and I just melt further into his arms. “My little screamer. I wouldn’t change that ever. I love knowing that I bring out your wild side. I love you.” His breath soon evens out and I know that he has fallen asleep. I’m not too far behind him.
The early morning light filters through my blinds, bringing with it a new day. I’m wrapped in muscular arms and there is nowhere else I rather be right now. His masculine scent is my aphrodisiac. He pulls me closer to him, letting me know that he is awake. “Morning baby,” he says with a deep rasp sexier than usual.
“Morning.” I feel his morning wood pressing against my butt so I back into him.
“Uh-uh, love. I need to be to the office in about thirty minutes. I just wanted to lay here with you for a few more moments. If we start something now, I will definitely be late. I don’t think the senior board members will be too happy with me.” He gives me a quick peck on the lips and jumps out of the bed to get dressed. “My driver is bringing me a suit to change into during the drive over,” he winks.
“So when do I get to see you again?” I pout.
“Well, I may need to head to New York this afternoon to apply some pressure to one of the companies we’re pursuing, but I should be back by Friday. The company he runs with his father has been keeping him really busy lately. Luckily his graduate assistant has been able to keep things running. “I’ll make it up to you baby.” He kisses me once more and then he’s gone. I jump in the shower and let the hot water soothe my aches.
When I come out of the room, Jordan is at the counter with some math book open. She is biting her lip in concentration as she works with the formulas. “What are you working on?”
“Some last minute studying for this stupid statistics class. I put off taking the class until the end, now it’s biting me in the ass,” she huffs. She slams the book closed. “Well, I’m ready as I’m gonna be so let’s go. Sorry I didn’t get a chance to make your coffee this morning.” I head to the Keurig and pull out two Starkbuck’s Blonde Veranda Blend. I grab our travel mugs from the dishwasher.
“No worries.”
“So, last night,” she begins.
“Oh,” I groan. “You guys heard us.”
“Babe, we heard you. I think that scream made all of our panties wet, with the exception of Bailey who was totally disgusted,” she laughs. “Damn, that man must really bring the thunder. I had to call Trevor after that. I had to settle for dirty talk over the phone so I could rub one out,” she taunts.
“TMI, Jordan. Geesh!”
“Hey, if you can make us listen to you getting your rocks off, you can listen to me talk about my self-induced orgasm,” she chuckles. “We even cranked the music up. We can still hear you guys. The girls left after that.” I’m so mortified. I can only imagine the looks I will get the next time I see them. Score one for Grayson. Kinky bastard.
I’m sitting in my finance class, thankful today is my short day. Maybe I’ll head over to the library and conduct some research for my operation’s management project. I’m distracted from my planning when the professor walks in and begins preparing for our lecture. I turn on my laptop so that I can take notes, but the buzz of gossip to my right catches my attention when I hear Grayson’s name mentioned. Two girls are chatting about a scandal on campus.
“I heard that professor Michaels has been caught dating one of his students. They have evidence to prove that he is sleeping with her,” the first girl says. What the fuck?
“I’ve heard that too,” the second girl replies. “Amy works part-time in the marketing department and overheard some of the other professors discussing it. Apparently he is currently away on business, but when he gets back, he’s in a lot of trouble.” Liam, what the fuck have you done? I can’t breathe. This has to be why he’s been avoiding me. I feel like I’ve been punched in the throat. I have to find him now. I stuff my laptop and supplies back into my messenger bag and rush down the aisle and out the door. The professor glances my way, but begins writing on the board as I leave. I set about a maddening pace as I race toward the practice field. I’m going to kill him. As I approach the gym, Liam is making his way there from the other direction.