Chapter 22

Skylar

I was thankful that I hadn’t bothered to put on any mascara that morning because my conversation with my sister had left me feeling hollow and guilty. The tears had started to flow as soon as I got back to my hotel room, and I had spent the last two hours lying facedown on my bed, trying to get myself under control.

It was proving to be a difficult task.

Each time I managed to stop crying for more than fifteen minutes, my mind would wander back to the look on Renee’s face when she had tossed her napkin down and stood up. She had never been so upset with me. I had never done anything to make her so upset.

But this was my fault, and I knew it. My decision to choose Greyson over my time with my sister had hurt her feelings, and I understood that. If the shoe had been on the other foot, I knew I would have felt exactly the same way. She deserved better from me.

She had paid for a trip to Vegas only to spend it with a party girl who came stumbling back into their hotel room in the early morning hours to puke her guts out.

I pressed the heels of my palms into my aching eyeballs and blew out a distraught breath. My sister was too good of a person. This trip should have been better for her, and I made it all about me. I was being selfish.

There was a knock on my door.

I wiped my eyes and sniffled, knowing that I probably looked like a wreck. Then I made my way to the door with my fingers crossed, hoping it was Renee. Maybe she wanted to hash things out now. Maybe she had found a way to forgive me.

Maybe she wanted to really let me have it this time, and she was standing on the other side of the door with a well rehearsed speech that she intended to yell at me until she was red in the face.

I paused with my hand reaching for the door and decided to be safe. I looked through the peephole.

Greyson was there.

His head was on a swivel as he looked both ways down the hallway. I watched him for a moment. He seemed nervous. I opened the door, and he looked up at me. All the tension that had been in him when the door was closed instantly disappeared when he saw me. He gave me a radiant smile, but it crumbled when he realized I had been crying.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, his eyebrows drawing together and his mouth forming a thin line.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “Renee and I just had a bit of an argument. That’s all. She’s upset with me. It will pass. I just feel bad.”

“Was it about me?” Greyson asked.

There was no point in telling him the truth. It would only make him feel guilty. So I shook my head and forced myself to smile. “No. Just stupid sister stuff.”

His slumped shoulders squared themselves again, and he seemed a bit relieved by my answer. “May I come in?”

“Of course,” I said, standing aside to let him step past me. I closed the door behind him and joined him in my room.

He glanced at the tissues all over my nightstand. I had forgotten they were there.

Horrified and blushing from embarrassment, I grabbed the wastebasket and threw all the crumpled-up tissues into it. “Sorry,” I said. “That’s so gross. I didn’t think it would be you at the door.”

“It’s okay,” Greyson said, surprising me by chuckling. “Everyone needs a good crying session every now and then, right?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “Sure.”

He came to stand in front of me and took the wastebasket out of my hand. He put it down and cupped my face in his big, warm hands.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Skylar. I don’t want things to end tomorrow. I’m not ready to say goodbye to you. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to say goodbye to you.”

Before I had a chance to speak, his lips sealed over mine. The way his hands slipped into my hair and cupped the nape of my neck made my whole body feel like butter.

Stopping him to tell him I had to go home wasn’t going to be possible.

Not with the way his tongue was eagerly exploring my mouth, or the way his cock was hardening against my belly beneath his pants. I could feel the urgency in him, and the same desperate need rose up in me.

I pulled my shirt over my head. I unbuttoned my denim shorts and wiggled them down my hips. I stepped out of them as Greyson went in for another kiss that set my skin on fire. As he kissed me, I worked to undo his belt and his fly.

His black slacks slid down his thighs, and I giggled at the dress socks that were halfway up his shins. He scowled playfully at me as he kicked his shoes off and shrugged out of his jacket to begin undoing the buttons of his black shirt.

While he undressed, I put on a show for him.

I wasn’t the type of girl who did sexy things, partly because I was shy and awkward, and partly because I had been a virgin, but I was willing to try for Greyson.

I could feel his eyes on me as I turned away from him and arched my back. I reached up to pull my hair tie free. My ponytail came undone, and my hair fell down my back. I knew how much he liked my hair, so I made a show of drawing it over my shoulder to wiggle my ass for him.

I was wearing a matching set of lacy blue panties and a bra. I ran my fingers under the waistband of the thong and snapped them playfully. Then, ever so slowly, I pulled them down, bending forward until I was touching my toes to show him all of me. I took my time taking off my bra too, trying to be as sexy as possible.

He was wearing nothing but a condom now, and he came for me. He took me by the hips and pulled me to him. His cock slid into my wet pussy, and he grabbed a fistful of my hair. He pulled me up so that my shoulder blades were pressed against his chest, and he turned my face away from him so he could kiss and nibble my shoulder and neck while he thrust inside of me.

The hand that wasn’t in my hair wandered across my belly and down, where he began to rub my clit in slow circles. I spread my legs for him and moaned. This was what I had needed.

I was caught off guard when he turned me around and pushed me forward onto the bed. I fell face first with his cock still in me to the hilt. He spread my ass and pulled out slowly. I clutched at the sheets and waited for him to plunge himself back inside me.

He was going to make me wait a while.

When he was free of my swollen pussy, he dropped to his knees behind me and began licking my clit. His tongue caressed me in slow swirls and quick flicks. Each sensation made me flinch. I muffled my moans in the hotel bedding. I didn’t want Renee or Nikki to hear me having my brains fucked out. That wouldn’t help my situation at all.

I sighed with contentment when Greyson slipped a finger inside me. He worked like an expert, curling it downwards to rest against my G-spot. Then he performed quick, come-hither motions inside my pussy, grinding against my sweet spot until I came all over his hand.

He licked me again, tasting me, and moaned into my pussy.

The sound drove me wild.

“Please, fuck me,” I begged. “I want your cock so bad.”

“How bad?” Greyson asked before dipping his tongue between my folds.

I gasped and tightened my fists in the sheets. My brain was incapable of answering his question. I just wanted him to fuck me. So I told him with my body instead of my mouth. As he pulled away from my pussy, I arched my back, lifting my ass in the air for him. I wiggled my hips back and forth as I lowered my own hand between my legs and began rubbing my pulsing clit.

My response had the desired effect. Greyson stepped in close behind me, close enough that his muscular thighs were pressed against the back of my legs. When he entered me, I looked over my shoulder at him and bit my lip. He watched me the whole time until I began rotating my hips on his cock.

His eyes closed, and his head went back. “Fuck, woman,” he breathed. His voice was more of a groan from the back of his throat. I loved how he sounded. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I came again. His words and the swell of his cock inside me were too much. I broke open and gave in to the spasms that washed over me. My legs quivered, and my toes curled, and it took everything I had not to scream Greyson’s name.

He felt the surge of wetness in my pussy. I heard him groan as he thrust his hips forward. His balls slapped against me, and I reached between my legs to fondle them. He froze, paralyzed by the pleasure, and I bounced on his dick.

All the while, I watched him over my shoulder. His muscles were straining. He was going to come at any second.

“Fuck me as hard as you can,” I said.

And he did.

He took my hips in his hands and buried his shaft in me with each powerful thrust. I couldn’t keep watching him. I had to face the mattress and bite down on the blanket. It stifled my scream as I came for a final time while Greyson’s cock swelled and pulsed inside me.

When he pulled out of me, I collapsed on the bed and rolled onto my back. I giggled as he shook his head at me in awe.

“No one should be allowed to be that sexy,” he said as he made his way to the bathroom. “Seriously. It’s criminal.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I called as he closed the bathroom door. I caught him smiling in the reflection of the mirror right before he disappeared behind the door.

I waited for him to return. I wasn’t sad anymore. I was only happy when I was with him. I felt complete and whole. It felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Greyson returned a few minutes later and laid down beside me. He rested a hand on my bare thigh and looked over at me as I fluffed my pillow.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” he said softly.

That happiness inside me shattered. “I know.”

“You don’t have to, you know? You can have a life here. I can support you until you find a job. Nurses are needed all over the country.”

I bit my lip and settled on my pillow beside him. “I have a life back in Texas, Greyson. My sister. My career. My patients. I can’t just abandon everything and move out here. I have to go home.”

Greyson sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “I understand.”

“I wish you didn’t.”

“What? Why?”

“I wish you wouldn’t be so… so… kind about this whole thing. I wish you’d get mad at me. It would make it easier to leave you if you were mean to me.”

Greyson clasped his hands behind his head and laughed at me. “I’m not going to be mean to you so that goodbye is easier. I’m just going to do my best to enjoy the time we have left so I can look back at this time fondly. But know this. I firmly believe you have ruined every other woman for me.”

I blushed and nuzzled my cheek into my pillow. “Don’t say that. You’ll meet someone who is perfect for you one day.” I hated saying it. The thought of him with someone else twisted my insides into a furious little knot of angst.

His eyes were sad as he continued looking up. He didn’t say anything, and neither did I. There was nothing to say. I cuddled up against him and rested my cheek on his chest where I listened to his steady breathing and the sound of his heartbeat.