Grayson and I half-ran, half-walked down the street and around the corner until we came to his house. Before we could make it home, however, the night sky unleashed a sudden summer rainstorm. Squealing, we covered our heads and ran harder. Breathless from the sprint and our continued laughter, Grayson dropped his house key, and it took us a moment to get inside his home.

We weren’t drunk, we were high on each other.

He fumbled in the darkness until he was able to turn on some lights, and I looked around, curious.

Grayson’s house was beautiful and freshly remodeled, well-furnished but sparsely decorated. Glossy hardwood floors were beneath my feet, and the room was painted a warm cream color. His furniture consisted of a few new and sturdy slip-covered pieces, a sectional sofa and an overstuffed chair. The biggest television I had ever seen in my life dominated one wall.

I could tell he put most of his decorating budget into electronics.

It was a typical bachelor pad as far as the décor went, but knowing the hard work he had put into remodeling his own home made it special.

Grayson smiled at me. “Come on. Let me give you the tour.”

He held out his hand, and I took it. “In here is the kitchen and the breakfast area.” He motioned to maple cabinets and gleaming granite countertops. A farmhouse sink and a subway-tile backsplash completed the look.

“This is gorgeous! I’m very impressed with your mad remodeling skills.” I ran my hand over the chef-quality gas stove.

He laughed. “This is what binge-watching HGTV will do for you.”

Next, Grayson showed me the laundry area and the large pantry. A door led to a two-car carport, and another French door opened to the backyard.

“I’ll take you out back in a minute. Let’s look at the rest of the house first.” Grayson led the way through the living room again, and into a short hallway.

“There are two bedrooms on this level, and then the stairs here lead up to two more bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. Let’s skip the upstairs area. I haven’t done anything up there at all yet, and it’s a mess.” He beamed down at me.

Grayson’s pride in his house was evident, and I wasn’t lying when I said I was impressed. It wasn’t a large house, by any means. All of the rooms were small, but he was going room by room and redoing each with quality materials.

The master bedroom was of particular interest to me. A queen bed dominated the room, and I was amused to see it was the only furniture in the space. Two large closets took over an entire wall, and there was an opening where a door used to hang.

“This is the master bath. Watch your step.” Grayson ushered me into the bathroom, and it was a work in progress, for sure. “I just finished demolition. I took out all the old tile and cabinets, and I’m starting from scratch with all new stuff.”

He leaned down to give me a quick kiss, and he nuzzled my ear. “Does this mess scare you off?”

“Not at all. I love how much you have already done, and I can see potential for what’s left.” I smiled. “I can just see you in here, muscles flexing and profanity spilling out of your mouth. Maybe you will let me be your helper the next time you work.”

Grayson rewarded my words with a full body hug, and I could feel his erection against my stomach. Eyeing the bed, I started pulling him that direction, but he resisted.

“Head out into the backyard, baby. I’ll be right behind you.” He slipped into the guest bathroom, and I made my way to the back door.

Grayson had already turned on a light outside. I walked out back and found a hot tub bubbling away on a large, covered brick patio. The rain was falling softly now, gently hitting all exposed areas. The backyard was mostly dirt and weeds, but twinkle lights hung overhead, and I could see he had worked his magic out here, too.

Grayson came out of the French door carrying a couple of towels, another bottle of wine, and two wine glasses. “Feel like joining me in the hot tub?”

I glanced around, curious. A large wooden privacy fence surrounded the yard on all sides, and with the flip of a switch, Grayson turned off all the lights except the twinkling ones. The rain was coming down in soft, silvery sheets. Our complete privacy was assured.

I turned to face Grayson. Like most women, I didn’t always have great confidence in my body. But the hungry look in his eyes was all the encouragement I needed.

I toed off my shoes, and, feeling brazen and wanton, I tugged my shirt over my head. I made quick work of removing my pants. I stood before him in my bra and panties, much like I had that morning. I was proud to have his eyes roam over my exposed skin, and I waited to see what he would do next.

Grayson quickly stripped down to his boxer briefs. I admired his toned body as he walked toward me, holding my gaze with his own. His erection strained against the front of his briefs, and it was impressive to behold.

I was a little mesmerized by his body.

When Grayson reached my side, he opened the wine bottle with a dramatic, over-the-top flourish that made me giggle. He poured us each a glass and set them down on a small table next to the hot tub.

“I like to come out here and soak after a hard shift sometimes.” His voice was husky as he tested the temperature of the water with one hand.

“I’m sure the ladies appreciate the setup.” I had been bold before, stripping as if I didn’t have a care in the world. Now I could feel my insecurities rising back up, and I hugged my stomach, unsure of what to do next.

“I don’t bring women here, Lucy.” He rubbed my head with one large hand and used the other to deftly unfasten my bra. My breasts sprang free, and I gasped. I loved the feel of the warm evening air on my body.

Desire started roaring through me like a freight train. Grayson’s eyes crawled over my bare breasts, and he lowered one hand to stroke my nipple. Those gray eyes were arrogant, and his smirk proclaimed his ownership of my body.

Fine with me. I wanted to be owned by Grayson.

“What do you mean you don’t bring women here?  You have quite a reputation with the ladies.” We needed to have this conversation, but his fingers’ insistent plucking of my nipples distracted me and made me squirm.

Grayson took turns with each breast, paying special attention to what got a response from my body. He cocked one eyebrow and leaned down to press kisses where his fingers had been. I shivered and clutched at his head when he got his tongue involved, too.

He grabbed ahold of my panties and pulled them down my legs with one deliberate movement, and then helped me step out of them. He took one hand and held me steady as I climbed into the hot tub.

“I don’t really date. At least, not before you. I meet women, they throw themselves at me, we have sex at their place or in the alley, or wherever is convenient. I walk away.” His words were cocky, but I sensed an underlying embarrassment in the way the words spilled out of him in a rush. “I always have said that I have my standards, and I like to keep them low.”

I settled into the water. God, it was heaven sitting in this luxurious bath, and staring at Grayson’s perfect body.

He held out my glass of wine, and I took it, savoring the feeling of the cool glass underneath my fingertips. I listened to the falling rain, and I rolled my head around on my neck, releasing tension.

“But I’m here.” I hated to point out the obvious, but I needed to understand what Grayson was telling me.

“You are different, Lucy. I couldn’t wait to show you my home, to have you here where I spend so much time and energy.” Without ceremony, he removed his briefs and joined me in the water. “I never wanted a one-night stand with you. I want so much more than that.”

We sipped our wine in companionable silence for a few minutes. Grayson slung one arm around my shoulders, and I leaned into him, relaxed. Being with this beautiful man felt so right and so damn good.

Soon we were kissing, slow, drugging kisses that I experienced all the way down my spine. I curled my toes in the water and ran them down Grayson’s legs on occasion. We linked hands lazily, and nuzzled into each other, enjoying the night. A faint scent of gardenia and honeysuckle wafted towards us from somewhere unseen, and I thought life couldn’t get any better than this.

Until Grayson pulled me into his lap. I turned to face him and wrapped my legs around his back, relishing the feel of his erection between my legs. The wine was making me feel adrift, and I needed Grayson’s large, capable hands to be my anchor.

I arched my back and stared out at the star-strewn night sky. It was breathtaking. Almost as breathtaking as the feeling of Grayson’s lips trailing down my neck, and caressing my collarbones. I moaned and arched further, and he made his way back down to my breasts, licking and sucking.

His cock swelled underneath my backside, and I ground into him with a sexy wiggle. I could feel him lying between my ass cheeks, and I flexed against him. He rewarded me with a moan of his own.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Do that again.” Grayson’s voice was a sexy rasp, and I was quick to obey. I wanted to give him everything he wanted and more. I lived for his reactions to me.

He lifted me slightly so that his cock could spring free between us. I rubbed my naked pussy against his steel strength, and electric shocks arced through my body. I did it again, loving the feel of my clit against his hard velvet length. One more pass against his cock in a slow rub made me gasp aloud, and my need for Grayson ramped up even more.

Grayson reached out an arm, snagging my wine glass. We shared it for a few sips until it was empty, and then he put it aside. He rummaged under the towels and produced a single condom packet.

He held it up in triumph. “Aha!” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and I giggled at his antics.

Grayson used his mouth to rip the package open, and he slid it down his erection with one masterful hand. I watched with needy eyes as his hand stroked his cock. He lifted me again, ever so slightly. I felt his cock line up at the entrance of my pussy, and then he eased me down his full length. He moved with deliberate care, watching my face with every slow, luxurious inch of progress.

I shuddered in pleasure, and Grayson growled in response. He gave me a moment to adjust to the intrusion, and I shifted, panting with want. Grayson lowered his head, and he resumed sucking my breasts. He put one hand under my bottom to offer some support, and the other found my clit.

I couldn’t be still any longer, and I bounced on top of him a little. He groaned again.

“You are killing me with that sexy body.” Grayson encouraged me to start riding him, and I was eager to comply.

Up and down. Up and down. I kept my slides long and slow, savoring the moment when I bottomed out on him. I braced one hand on his six-pack abs, and used my other to reach down and stroke his sac beneath me.

His moans got louder, and he continued manipulating my clit. We were face to face, and I couldn’t hide my feelings from him. My desire for his smoking body was on full display, no doubt about that, but it was the hearts in my eyes that I was nervous about the most.

Grayson pushed with his hand under my butt to help me along. He leaned in until we were nose to nose, and pressed soft kisses to my lips.

“You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I’m not just talking about your luscious, wet pussy.” He flicked my clit for emphasis, and I clenched on him, earning another groan. “You are amazing, and I like the way this is going.”

I smiled and kissed him back. “I like the way this is going, too.”

I squeezed his cock again with my pussy, and Grayson lost patience. He grasped my waist with one hand and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. Grayson took over the rhythm, and I was glad to let him have control. My head fell back, and he started forceful thrusts into my body, emphasized by caveman grunts.

I dropped a hand to toy with my clit, and maybe later I would take the time to reflect on the fact that I had lost all my shyness. Right now, I focused on our mutual pleasure and nothing else.

Grayson’s eyes dropped to my breasts. They bounced with each of his thrusts, and he seemed mesmerized by the motion.

One particularly hard thrust surprised a squeal out of me, and I whimpered in ecstasy. His cock was magic. That was the only explanation. Sex had never been like this for me before, and I couldn’t get enough of Grayson Jackson and his magical moves.

Grayson gasped for breath. “What did you say?”

“Huh?” I was focused on his continued thrusting. He didn’t slow down a bit for this conversation.

“I think you just said I had a magic dick.” He lifted me out of the water and spun us around so my back was against the wall of the hot tub.

“Oh!” Now I was embarrassed, but I didn’t really care. I hadn’t realized I had said that part aloud. “You do, babe, you do. A magic cock that’s about to make me come all over it.”

I scratched my nails across his back and shoulders lightly.

That was all the encouragement Grayson needed. He gripped my body and increased the speed of his thrusting, fucking me until I was reduced to panting and gasping his name.

“Take. Every. Inch.” Grayson slammed into me, and I came hard. I saw stars, and I’m not talking about the celestial kind.

Spasms gripped my pussy, causing me to milk his cock, and he lost all remaining control. Now it was Grayson’s turn to arch his back, and with his head thrown back, he gritted his teeth and growled out my name as he lost himself in his pleasure. He ground against me with frantic little thrusts and emptied himself into the condom.

Panting, he rested his forehead against mine. I was trying to catch my breath, and I savored the moment as we clung to each other.

Grayson broke the moment with reluctance, pulling out of my body without taking his eyes off the place where we were joined. He growled again when he was finally all the way out, and he stripped the condom off and dropped it on the table without ceremony.

He rested his forehead back on mine. “I want to fuck you bare. So damn much, baby.”

Eyebrows lifted, I leaned back so I could see his face better. “No condom? I’ve never done that.”

“Me, either. But I want to. Are you on any kind of birth control?” He ran a wet hand down the side of my face, and I leaned into his caress.

“Yes. I’m on the pill.” I rested my arms on the side of the hot tub, the motion causing my breasts to jut out of the water. Grayson’s eyes dropped immediately to check me out.

“Grayson. Focus.” I laughed, delighted that I was still holding his interest, despite that fabulous orgasm he had just experienced.

“I am focused. Believe me.” He lifted his eyes to smile at me and then dropped them right back down again. “Those tits are a beautiful work of art.”

He shook his head. “Anyway, I’ve always used condoms. Always. I don’t take chances with birth control or diseases, and I get checked regularly.” He reached for a towel and wiped down his sweaty face. “If you want me to keep using condoms, I will, of course, but I want to feel you without one.”

“I’m game.” Boy, was I. I didn’t want anything coming between us, not even a condom.

He stood up suddenly, sloshing water over the sides with his abrupt motion. He grabbed the second towel, and held it out and open for me. When I stood up, he wrapped it around me. We climbed out of the hot tub, and he snatched up our clothes.

It was a relief to get out of the hot water. The vigorous sex with my caveman had raised my body temperature enough on its own. Not that I was complaining.

“Come on. I don’t believe in procrastinating.” He dragged me toward the door to the house.

“Now? You want to go again already?” I laughed as he hustled me back inside.

“No time like the present, fireball.” Grayson slapped me lightly on the ass as he closed the door behind us.