Chapter 30

Skylar

Greyson’s living room was lit by the pale light from the moon shining in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He didn’t have curtains. He was so remotely located that there was no one around to need privacy from. It was peaceful lying on my back on his sofa, staring up at his ceiling, listening to Nikki and Renee breathe softly around me as they slept.

Greyson had left us alone hours ago. After finishing our food and helping ourselves to the hot water in his shower, we were all feeling better. Better, but tired.

Renee and Nikki had fallen asleep at least an hour ago. Despite my eyelids feeling heavier than paperweights, I wasn’t able to drift off. Every time I closed my eyes, I expected to see the inside of the room we were held in at the Bravo mansion. I expected to see a mobster grinning sadistically at me.

But all I saw was Greyson’s face. It was worse than anything else I could have seen. The expression was always the same: the one of grief he had given me when he was leaning over the kitchen sink. He felt terrible about what had happened. My choosing to sleep in his living room had wounded his soul. I watched it happen.

I wondered if he was able to sleep.

I sighed and rolled onto my side to face the back of his sofa. I knew he hadn’t meant for me to get caught up in the whole mess with Luccio Bravo. I knew it as surely as I knew my own middle name. He cared for me, and he was being torn apart over what he had exposed me to.

Greyson was a good man, a good man who I would never see again after tomorrow morning. I was spending my final night on his sofa while he lay alone in his bedroom, body aching from the injuries he had earned while saving me.

I rolled back onto my back. Lying here was wrong.

I pulled the blanket down that I had found in his linen closet and swung my legs over the side of the sofa. The floors were cool on my bare feet, and I tiptoed through the living room as silently as I could so as not to wake the others from their well-deserved rest. I crept down the hallway to Greyson’s door, and I drew up short in front of it.

Would he even want to see me?

I paused with my fingers inches from the doorknob.

Deciding that rejection didn’t matter, I turned the handle and let myself in. I pressed the door gently closed behind me, and it clicked softly into place.

Greyson’s room was darker than the rest of the house. His blinds were closed, and the only light was the pale glow from the moon around the edges of the blinds. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust, and when they did, I made my way deeper into the room until I was standing at the foot of his bed.

I stripped out of my clothes. Then, gently, I went to my knees on his bed and made my way upward. I was mindful of where I put my hands and knees as I climbed until I was hovering above him.

He was, in fact, sleeping. I was a little surprised.

His breathing was deep and even. I put my hand on his bare chest and felt the beat of his heart beneath my palm. The closeness chased away all the lingering anxieties in my gut from the experience at the Bravo mansion. I was safe here. I was safe with him.

I leaned down, my knees on either side of his hips, and pressed my lips to his.

He woke almost immediately and kissed me back.

Greyson’s hands cupped my cheeks and wandered down my neck. He explored the line of my shoulders and traced one finger down my spine. His kiss became more insistent when he discovered that I was naked.

I pulled his blankets down. In the darkness, I could just make out the lines of his stomach. I traced his muscles like a topographic map and tried to imprint the memory on my brain for safe keeping. I wanted to remember this forever.

I could feel his shaft swelling beneath the blanket between my legs. I shuffled down, pulling the blankets with me until I was poised above his rigid cock. I didn’t have to look up at him to know he was watching me.

I took him in my mouth, pausing to swirl my tongue over his velvety tip. He was sensitive to it. He drew in a sharp breath, and his stomach tightened as I brought my lips down to his base and then slowly worked my way back up to his thick head.

His hands wove into my hair, and he held me down. His cock pulsed in my throat, and I was on fire from his closeness. All I wanted was for us to be one, and I couldn’t think of a better way to show him I would miss him.

When he released me, I continued sucking him off. I moved up and down, my lips gliding smoothly over him as I fondled his balls. Soon, his hips were moving beneath me; his movements encouraged me to keep going despite the wetness between my legs that begged for him to fill me.

He moved in and out of my throat until he gathered my hair in one hand and pulled me off of him. The tightness around my scalp was pleasant, not painful, as he drew me up to him and then rolled me onto my back.

I lay beneath him, looking up at the glow of his eyes in the pale light. He moved gingerly, and I knew his body was still bruised and sore. It didn’t seem to be hindering him as he moved down to settle between my legs.

When his tongue flicked over my clit, I melted deeper into the mattress. It hugged me as my muscles relaxed, and I cascaded into pleasure with each and every gentle lick.

Greyson was spoiling me. His tongue tasted me in longer strokes, and my breaths became contented sighs until he pressed a finger inside my pussy. I bit down on my bottom lip and teetered on the brink as he began fucking me with his finger. All the while, his tongue grazed my swollen clit.

When he pulled my clit between his lips and began suckling it gently, I shattered. I moaned his name and clutched his sheets as another finger stretched me. Every nerve ending was singing with delight, and it took everything I had not to cry out in ecstasy. I didn’t want the girls to hear us. This was a private moment. A moment Greyson and I could look back on once we returned to our normal lives.

Soon, he was lifting himself up to hover over me; his eyes flashed white in the moonlight as he leaned across me to grab a condom from his nightstand. He rolled it on while he knelt above me. I watched his chest rise and fall. I watched the way his muscles shifted under his skin. I watched everything.

He dropped his hips low and planted a fist on either side of my head. I curled my fingers around his wrists and lifted my legs so that my hips were turned upward for him. I was so wet and so ready. He knew it. Of course, he knew it.

He slipped inside me.

We moaned together, and I tightened my grip on his wrists. My nails pinched his skin as he moved inside me. He bent at the elbows to kiss me. How he held himself like that with his current injuries, I had no idea. But what he was doing felt too good, and his lips on mine as he thrust in and out of me was too wondrous of a thing to allow rational thought. All I could do was savor the sensations rocking through me.

His teeth pinched my bottom lip as he worked toward a faster rhythm. I released his wrists and let my fingers wander all over his chest. I traced every inch of him. I wanted to remember how it all felt. I wanted to remember what he smelled like.

Right now, he smelled like mint, sandalwood, and fresh linen. When he bowed his head, I smelled the musky scent of his hair. I kissed his forehead as he moved inside me, encouraging him to look back up at me.

He did, and I held his face in my hands to taste his tongue and his lips. His breathing was short, and he groaned softly into my mouth. I wondered if he was hurting.

I wrapped my legs around his hips. I held him in place, and when his brows furrowed together in confusion, I shifted to the side, forcing him to turn with me. In a whirl, I was straddling him, and he was on his back where I had been on the mattress. His head sank into the pillow, and he put his hands on my hips as I began to slowly rock back and forth on top of him.

He was deeper inside me now. I could feel the tip of his cock pushing against my insides in a way that was slightly uncomfortable, so I took it slow. I gently rocked on top of him. My clit pressed against him as I rode him. The sensation erased the discomfort at the size of his cock, and soon, I was able to bounce up and down.

I put my hands behind me to brace myself on his thighs. I tilted my head back to the ceiling. The ends of my hair grazed the tops of his legs.

Greyson held my hips tighter. Then, to my surprise, he slapped my ass.

I yelped and then dissolved into a fit of giggles. Greyson chuckled deep in his throat and squeezed my ass before thrusting his hips beneath me. Somehow, his cock drove deeper.

I cried out his name. There was no holding onto it this time. I needed him. I needed this. I bounced and rotated my hips as I came, and Greyson held onto me like he might never let go.

When he grunted beneath me, I knew his time was coming. His cock pulsed deep inside me, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I slowed my movements to gain more control. I lifted myself slowly off of him, pausing when just the tip of him was inside me. Then I lowered myself down, relishing each and every inch of him as he pushed me open. I repeated this until Greyson moaned my name.

The sound on his lips was all the permission I needed to ride him until he came. It only took a few seconds for him to give in and explode.

When he was done, I stayed on top of him. We waited until we got our breath back, and then I lifted off of him and laid down on my side.

He stayed on his back with one hand on his stomach. The other rested on my thigh as I nestled into his side, cupping my left cheek in my hand on his pillow. I stared at him as he continued to look up at the ceiling. Obviously, there were thoughts going through his mind that not even the sex had been able to silence.

Guilty thoughts.

I could see it in the tight lines of his jaw.

“Greyson,” I said, reaching out to rest a hand on his chest. “I know none of this was your fault. So do the others.” I waited for him to answer me, but no response came. So I kept going, hoping that eventually something I said would get through to him. “Thank you for coming to get us. I knew you would. I was scared for you, though.”

“I couldn’t let anything happen to you, Skylar,” Greyson said, his voice quieter than a whisper. “I would have done whatever it took to get you back.”

“I know,” I whispered. I believed him. It scared the hell out of me. I wondered just how far he would have gone to make sure I was safe. It was a frightening prospect. Things could have been much worse than what they were.

I shuffled closer to him. Greyson wrapped an arm around me and rested his chin on my head. There were so many unspoken words hanging between us.

I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I didn’t dare burden him with such a thing. Not when I was leaving the next day. That wouldn’t be fair.

I ached to tell him that I wanted to be with him. I wanted him more than I wanted anything else.

But my life was in Texas. My job. My patients. Everything I had spent my life building was there waiting for me. And despite how much I loved him, I knew how different our lives were. We were good short term. We were the perfect vacation fling. But we weren’t compatible. Real life would get in the way.

Despite how good it felt being pressed up against his bare side, I knew it wasn’t right. It couldn’t be.