Adele is everything.
I decide this as I’m singing loudly off-key in my room. My bed is a mess, piled high with clothes that I just picked up from Reed’s house. I thought I would feel bad about leaving, that I would have some sense of loss or sadness.
But I feel none of that because of what happened last night when I saw him with Tabitha, and more importantly, because of the extraordinary kiss between Grayson and me.
Which is why I’m now belting out “Rolling in the Deep” as if I were onstage with Adele herself. I’m cleansing myself of Reed, telling him good-bye and preparing for what I know will be the most amazing night of my life.
“What in the hell?”
I spin around at the sound of my mother’s voice. She’s dressed in her nurse’s uniform, just back from her shift at the hospital. “Hey, Mom.”
“You know I love her, but would you kindly turn Adele down?”
I lower the volume on my wireless speakers.
Mom assesses the situation—me singing to my heart’s content, the messy bed, the clothes and shoes strewn about the room. “What gives? First, you’re breaking up with he-who-shall-remain-nameless, and now, you’re just so…”
I end the sentence for her. “Happy.”
“Does Grayson Shaw have anything to do with this change in your mood, I ask, already knowing the answer?”
I simply smile at her.
“Ask a stupid question,” she mutters. “All right. Tell me everything.”
I shrug my shoulders. “Not much to tell. Last night at the ball, Reed showed up with a date, and I was okay with it. Miracle, right? And then…”
“What?” she demands.
“Grayson kissed me and we’re having dinner tonight at his house.”
“‘Not much to tell,’ my ass! That is huge, honey. You’re positively glowing.”
I blush from her compliment, but I know it’s time to share more about him with her. “He suffers from agoraphobia, Mom. His parents died when he was five in a horrible car accident. It’s how he got these terrible scars on his face.”
“Maybe you can help bring him back into the world.”
“Take it down a notch, Mom. We just kissed.”
She steps over to me to give me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. “Okay, sweetpea, if you say so. Have fun tonight. Just remember, no glove, no love.”
I grimace in reply. “Geez, Mom. I know that.”
“Love you, sweetheart,” she shouts over her shoulder as she walks out of my bedroom.
“Yeah, yeah, love you too,” I yell in return.
I look over at the clock on my nightstand.
Shit. One hour to go.
I pull a dress from the pile on my bed, sliding it over my body.
I check myself in the mirror on my closet door. It hits me that I wore this dress to the last dinner Reed took me to, for my birthday, which seems so long ago.
The doorbell echoes throughout the house.
“Mom? Are you getting it?”
When the bell rings again, I sigh and rush downstairs. Reed is standing on the stoop when I open the door.
His face falls when he sees how I’m dressed. “Hey.”
“This isn’t a good time, Reed,” I tell him as forcefully as I can.
“You have a date?” he asks accusingly.
“It’s none of your business.”
“Nice, Lily. I came here to ask you to give me another chance, but now I see I wasted my time. Fine with me.”
My eyes pop out at him. “Are you kidding me right now? After last night, seeing you with her, you want me back? Give me a break! You cheated on me, Reed. Last time I checked, I don’t have the words ‘sucker’ or ‘doormat’ tattooed on my forehead.”
“Tabitha dumped me.”
I pause for a second, then cover my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing in his face. “Are you serious? Well, boo-fucking-hoo. Get out the violins. My heart is breaking for you.”
Reed is silent for at least a full minute. He stares at me, a strange look overtaking his face—calm but menacing, his eyes narrowing, his lips pursing together. I stop laughing, tilting my head. “Reed?”
Still no response.
“Reed? I’m sorry, but—”
But then he snaps to attention, as if someone’s woken him up. “No, it’s fine. Really. I’ll see you later.”
What the fuck?
I watch, confused, as he heads to his car without looking back at me.
A wave of shivers causes goose bumps to pop up along my arms. I rub them to warm myself.
The feel of the soft material in my hands reminds me of what I was doing before Reed showed up.
I look myself over. I can’t help but smile.
Perfect. Grayson will love this.
* * *
Grayson
I can’t…
Nothing I’ve ever created with my hands is as beautiful as Lily standing in the doorway of my studio. She’s wearing a long-sleeved black jersey dress that accentuates every luscious curve of her body. Black stiletto boots adorn her feet, gilding her sexy form even further.
But what has my cock hardened to the point of pain is her hair. I’m so used to seeing it tied up in a ponytail. This evening, however, it falls freely and cascades past her shoulders. How I want to run it through my fingers and then fist it as I take her…
“Is something wrong?” she asks innocently.
She has no idea how everything is so right at this moment.
Say something, you fool. She’ll think something really is wrong.
“You are stunning, Lily. Words just fail me.”
A smile of relief lights up her pale face. “Thank you,” she whispers, now turning a shade of pink at my compliment.
Her eyes roam over me. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
I straighten out the collar on my suit jacket. I dressed up for her. I haven’t worn a suit in years, and I worried if it would still fit me. But it did, like a glove.
“My turn to say thank you, then,” I reply.
She takes a step toward me. “May I?”
My heart stops when she comes closer. I can smell her now, a cloud of lavender wafting around her.
She reaches up to adjust my tie. “You have no mirrors in the house, Grayson,” she offers as an explanation. She pats it down and looks at her handiwork. “There.”
I swallow deeply, her scent intoxicating me. “Thank you.”
I can’t take my eyes from hers. Suddenly a loud growl escapes her stomach.
We both laugh as she blushes. “Well, that wasn’t embarrassing.”
I offer her my hand. “Let’s go feed you.”
I take her small hand in mine and lead her into the passageway. I guide her to the dining room, pulling out a chair for her at the table, then pour us each a glass of wine. “I’ll be right back.”
In the kitchen, I nuke our dinner in the microwave and pull out the salads from the fridge.
As I carry in our dinner on a tray, she begins to rise from her chair. “Do you need any help?”
“Absolutely not. You do enough work around here for me. It’s time for me to wait on you.”
I serve us both. As we dive into our meal Lily moans, clearly enjoying the food. My cock grow hard at the sound.
I take a long sip of wine. When I glance across at Lily, her eyes are already locked on me. “This is very good, Grayson,” she says in a husky tone.
I swallow. “Good…I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
With our gazes still on each other, she lifts her glass, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Are you finished?”
She nods silently, and I rise from my seat. “I’ll go get dessert.”
I can’t think of anything but Lily’s moans as I pull the chocolate cake Emilia picked up in town from the fridge. I slam the door shut, revealing Lily standing behind it.
I gasp, startled, but when I see Lily’s eyes darken, her chest rising and falling so quickly, I don’t dare move.
She opens the fridge again, taking the cake from my hands and shutting the door after putting it back inside.
“We’ll have that after,” she tells me in a deep whisper.
“Lily…”
Without warning she grabs my tie and tugs me close. “I don’t know about you, but if I don’t kiss you right now—”
I reply by slamming my mouth over hers. I feast on the sensation of her tongue once more in my mouth.
I quickly pull away, just to make sure she’s consenting to what I’m hoping will happen in the next few minutes. “Dessert can wait.”
“Yes,” she moans, her warm breath grazing my face.
I yank her up into my arms just like I did last night. Instantly, she coils her legs around my waist and takes my mouth again.
I turn around, rushing for the staircase. I keep my eyes open to make sure I don’t trip carrying such precious cargo, but I still kiss her until I reach the top of the stairs, where I need to catch my breath.
“Please, Grayson,” she says, undoubtedly urging me to both reach my bedroom faster and to not stop kissing her.
“Almost there, my beauty,” I reassure her.
She is so light in my arms that it takes less than a minute to reach my bedroom. I kick open the door, then push it closed with my back. I place her gently on the floor. My cock turns to granite as she slides down my chest, the soft flesh of her breasts pressing against my body.
I reach out to help her undress, but she stops my hands. “I want to do this for you.”
Oh, fuck…
I can’t move, watching in awe as Lily reveals herself to me, her eyes never leaving mine except when she pulls her dress over her head. Her lips remain firmly pursed together as she unhooks her bra, one strap…then the other.
My God.
Perfect. Her breasts are beyond anything I could have imagined. So full and round with sweet pink areolas, her nipples pointing straight at me, as if beckoning me to them.
Finally she reaches for her black lace thong to reveal her spectacular bare mound.
I am beyond the point of patience.
“Get on the bed, Lily.”
She does as I ask, her legs hanging over the edge. I step toward her and begin to undo her boots. The sound of the first zipper coming undone is the only sound in the room besides our slow exhales. I lean in and kiss each exposed inch of her calf as the zipper reveals more of her leg. I can hear the desire emanating from Lily’s throat, so husky and deep.
I do the same with her other boot, letting it fall to the floor. I rise to my feet and begin stripping off my clothes. She sits up, her eyes ablaze as I expose myself to her. I leave my briefs for last, and when I finally remove them my cock juts out like a spring in a clock, no longer confined but now pointing right at Lily.
I see her swallow. I know I’m big, and I’m afraid my size has suddenly put her off.
“I promise I’ll be gentle, beauty.”
She vehemently shakes her head. “I don’t want gentle. I want you to fuck me hard and deep until I forget my own damn name.”
I stand stunned, hearing such filthy words coming from her sweet mouth. All of that passion and desire was just hiding beneath the surface, and now I want her to let herself go, to give me every ounce of her, raw and uninhibited. And being the one who gets to experience it makes me the luckiest bastard on the planet.
Lily barely manages to scoot back to the pillows before I jump onto the bed, my body on top of hers, capturing her beneath me.
She instantly wraps her arms around my neck, taking my mouth again. But now, I need more.
I kiss and lick every inch of her, starting with her neck and earlobes, then I trail my tongue down to her breastbone, palming one breast while devouring the other, biting and pulling on her nipple, listening to her throaty groans of pleasure. “Oh, God, yes, Grayson. More. More. Don’t fucking stop.”
I don’t intend to, my beauty.
Now I need to taste her sweetness. I inch my way to the apex between her thighs, making sure she’s wet enough for me.
Her pussy is soaked. Her essence is already dripping from her down into the sheet.
I open her outer lips and dive in, not able to hold myself back any longer. I need my mouth on her, to taste her cream on my tongue.
I can’t stop licking her. Her screams bounce off the high ceiling in the room, again begging me not to stop. She reaches down and runs her fingers through my hair. I reach out for her with my right arm, and she quickly snatches it and places it over her left breast. I start to twist her nipple, her hand holding me in place, connected as we explore each other, reveling in each other’s desires finally becoming a reality.
I shift my head and begin to suck on her clit, using my other hand to stimulate her. I can sense her back arching as her body bucks, her orgasm overtaking her.
I crawl up her body because I want to see her face, what her eyes look like after coming so hard.
She reaches for me and yanks my face to hers, licking her cream off my chin.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “That is so fucking sexy.”
Instead of replying, she kisses me hard again, moaning at the taste of her in my mouth.
She groans in protest when I pull back to grab a condom from my nightstand. When she hears the sound of the packet coming open, she barely manages to speak above a whisper. “Hurry, Grayson.”
With shaking hands, I stretch the condom over my cock and settle myself on top of her again. She opens her legs wider for me, and I slowly slide my shaft into her.
Oh, fuck.
She is so tight. So wet…
When I fantasized about finally being inside her, I never imagined the sensation feeling this amazing. I just…fit.
“Fuck me, Grayson,” she begs.
I can’t hold myself back. I start to thrust myself inside her.
Her voice turns so soft. “Grayson…you feel so fucking good inside me. I never imagined…”
I shut my eyes from the power of her words matching my own thoughts. “You are so fucking amazing, my beauty. I’ll never get enough of you.”
I can’t hold myself back. I pummel her, her ankles now locked around my torso. I hold her down with my hands, our fingers gripping each other so tightly, to the point of pain. I am impervious to it all. I bask in our connection, becoming one with my Lily.
Her muscles clench harder onto my cock. Her cries of ecstasy grow louder. She is so close. I need, I want to hear her shout my name.
“Grayson!”
At her impassioned cry, I start to come hard as she milks my cock, every last drop spilling forth. I can barely keep myself upright, my arms shaking from such exquisite release.
Finally spent, I collapse on top of my beauty, scooping her into my arms, falling to my side.
Neither of us speaks. We just hold onto each other, once lost, now found.