“Babe,” he says, warning clear. He doesn’t want me to push him. Well, too fucking bad.
“Don’t you babe me. I was a stripper, or have you forgotten? Many men have seen my body, but you’re the only one who has touched it, and been inside it. You need to stop overreacting.”
He sighs drearily, relaxing his shoulders. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”
I roll my eyes at his macho bullshit. Leaning over, I run my hand across his jeans, where I can feel him already hard and straining against the material. “Wow, not kidding, huh?”
“Paris,” he says in a low hoarse voice.
“How far away from home are we?” I ask, licking my lips.
“Ten minutes,” he replies through clenched teeth. I sit back in my chair and slide my panties down as gracefully as I can muster. “Fuck.”
I undo his jeans, pulling his cock out as soon as we pull into the driveway. Just as the garage door closes behind us, I straddle him. He pushes the seat back, and then guides himself into me, lifting his hips and thrusting hard. I moan. His hands squeeze my ass, controlling my movements. Suddenly, my dress is pulled over my head, and my bra is undone. Fully bare, I ride him hard and fast.
“These are mine,” he growls as he rubs his thumbs over my nipples. He sucks one into his mouth and I grind down on him even harder. “This is mine,” he says as his hands move to my ass. “And this,” he says, lifting his hips up with one long thrust, “is mine.”
“All yours,” I tell him just before I come.
“That’s it,” he says, “come all over me.”
He joins me shortly after.
Still connected, we stare at each other. “I love you,” he says, giving me a long open-mouthed kiss.
“I love you more,” I pant out as he pulls his mouth away.
“Not possible, babe. Not possible.”
I smile against his lips.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I’m wiping down the counter at work, when Dylan walks in. Things with her have been quiet, even though we see each other around here and there. As she comes and stands in front of me, I have a feeling that’s about to change.
“So, Grayson’s leaving tonight,” she says, with a smug tilt to her lips.
“What do you want, Dylan?” I ask, putting down the cloth and staring at her.
“Just wanted to tell you that I’ll keep a good eye on him while we’re in Sydney,” she says, watching me for a reaction. Grayson is going to Sydney for a few days with his parents. He didn’t mention Dylan was going too.
I control my expression, hiding my hurt. “Desperation isn’t a good look.”
“Don’t care what you think. Three nights with Grayson. He always liked this thing I do with my…”
“Get out,” I demand, my tone icy.
“You’re worried,” she says, smiling. “Good, you should be.” With that parting shot, she leaves.
Later that night, Grayson calls me. I don’t answer. An hour later, he comes over. He has his own key, so he lets himself in and walks into my room where I’m lying on top of the sheets.
“Why didn’t you answer your phone? I was worried,” he says, storming in. “Is everything okay?”
“Besides the fact my boyfriend is going away with his ex-girlfriend and didn’t have the decency to tell me?” I snap, staring up at him with anger and hurt in my eyes.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, sitting down on the bed.
“Dylan came to my work today and said she’s going with you to Sydney and how I should be worried…”
“And you believed her?” he asks, looking hurt.
“Is she going with you?” I ask.
“I haven’t heard anything about it. If her dad is going, maybe she will tag along. But what does it matter? I would never cheat on you, and I thought you knew that,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. Way to turn this around.
“I don’t want her going with you,” I say in a small voice.
“Babe. Fuck Dylan. I don’t care about her, and I’m never going to touch her again. You have nothing to worry about, and I wish you would believe me,” he says, laying his head on my stomach. I thread my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. “I asked you if you wanted to come with me. You think I want to leave your side? I don’t.”
“I have to work,” I argue.
“Aiden will give you a couple days off, I’m sure of it,” he says, sitting up and pulling out his phone. “I’ll ask him.”
“You have Aiden’s number?” I ask, my eyes flaring in surprise.
“Yeah, well, he’s with London now. So,” he says shrugging.
“So what?”
“So he’s not a threat,” he says with straight out honesty.
I give him a look, showing him my unhappiness at that comment. “Chicks love guys in bands,” he continues.
“He’s not in one anymore,” I point out.
“Not the point,” he says, now looking amused.
“Women love rich hotel heirs as well,” I say, just to annoy him. “Especially ones who look like you.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he jokes, pulling the phone away from his ear. “He’s not answering so I’ll send him a message.” He types out the message then puts his phone away. Aiden replies a few minutes later.
“Go pack your bags, babe,” he says, a slow spreading smile transforming his features.
Looks like I’m going to Sydney.
The flight to Sydney is awkward, to say the least. First of all, Grayson bought us first class tickets, which is a whole new experience for me, and second, Grayson isn’t the only one to bring someone. Leah brought Jake. Grayson has been brooding ever since he laid eyes on Jake holding hands with his sister.
“When the fuck did that happen?” he asks me as we walk into our hotel room. “She’s been hiding that shit from me!”
“What’s the big deal? You used to be friends with him, so clearly he has some redeeming qualities,” I say, sitting down on the plush bed.
“You used to give lap dances to his dad!” he growls, putting his hands in his pockets.
“So, it’s not like I danced for Jake. He just saw some photos.”
He curses. “Don’t give me that visual, please.”
“All I’m saying is Leah knows I was a stripper. And she doesn’t hold it against me. She accepts me. I think you should do the same for her and Jake,” I say, hoping he understands what I’m trying to get at. No judgement. Just moving forward.
“Leah knows?” he asks, eyebrows lifting.
“See? She didn’t even say anything. You’re lucky to have a sister like her,” I tell him as I lie back on the bed, feeling tired from the flight.
“Fuck. You’re right,” he says, his eyes softening as he looks at me. “You’re such a peacemaker, you know that?”
My lips tilt up. “Go and talk to them.”
“I will. Do you want anything?” he asks me, leaning over and giving me a closed mouth kiss.
“No, I’ll have a shower and wait for you.”
“Call room service if you’re hungry,” he says, kissing my nose and then leaving the room. I take my time in the shower, enjoying the massive modern bathroom. Afterwards, I jump on the bed and fall asleep.
The next night, we’re all out clubbing. Leah and Jake are grinding on the dance floor, and Grayson looks like he wants to kill someone. Dylan is here with us too, which makes me want to kill someone. I down my tequila shot, not even bothering with the salt and lime.
“You might want to slow down, babe,” Grayson says, frowning at all the empty shot glasses in front of me. I look at them.
“These aren’t all mine,” I say, staring at the seven glasses.