I chuckle before plunging into her in one swift, deep thrust. She screams my name and arches her back. Her nails dig into my chest. I hiss at the pain and groan at the pleasure that explodes in me simultaneously. I spray some cream between her breasts before lifting up her legs. She rounds them across my back, her knees bent up until I am fucking her deep and hitting the right spot.
“Oh, fuck!” She curses in her cute small voice as I eat the cream off of her. I suck on her tender skin, leaving marks everywhere. I smack her ass, and she shrieks for dear life. “Grey! Please, faster. Faster. Pl—mmm.” She can’t even fucking speak as I fuck her, hard and deep.
“Anything for mi princesa.” I pick up my pace, and the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room. My inked and scarred body—one many would loathe—pressed against her soft, clean, pure body—one everyone would awe over and worship.
“You like that, princess? You like how I’m fucking you?” I rasp.
“Yes. Please, Grey!” She mewls like a little kitten.
I lean down and press my open mouth over hers as she screams. She cups my neck and twirls pieces of my hair, tugging with her little fingers. I lightly grip her throat, and she makes a low sound, nails nearly drawing blood as they run down my back. I groan and grip a little tighter. I brush my thumb against her lips, and her tongue jets out and sucks on the tip.
“Oh, fuck.” I groan as she giggles and swirls her tongue. Then she does it for me. She pushes me over the fucking edge. I’m a goner under her control.
She looks up at me and bites her lip, then giggles again.
“Fucking Christ, Liv,” I curse and feel myself tighten in her, coming. And fucking hard. “Ah, shit! I’m coming.”
“Me too—ah!” She closes her eyes, and I feel her tighten around me. Her chest is heaving heavily. I lean down and kiss all the way up to her throat. Sucking just under her chin, then under her earlobe, I don’t stop fucking her. Not until she’s literally begging for me to stop.
Slowly, I pull out of her.
With greedy eyes, she sits up and licks off the remaining juices from her and me. I curse and hold her hair as she puts her mouth on me. I close my eyes and slowly guide her head until my hips are flexing. Blood is practically being drawn from how tightly I’m biting on my lower lip, and I can’t take it anymore.
I pull her up and smash my lips against hers. She moans at the taste, and I hug her to me. We’re standing up on our knees, so I dip her back and kiss down her jaw. She laughs whole-heartedly…so freely, I laugh myself. I pull her up and grasp our hands and loop my arm around her lower back, slowly swaying us back and forth.
She sighs in contentment and lays her head against my chest. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?” She rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me. I lose my breathing for a few seconds. How is it that this pure fucking angel, this sweet girl, is mine? Am I dreaming?
I pinch her cheek just to make sure I’m awake.
“Ouch.” She pouts and purses her big, pink lips at me.
I break into a relieved smile. I’m not dreaming.
“I love you too, baby.” I lean down and peck her hair; she smiles into my chest. “My princess.” I sigh and rub her back, swaying us to the rhythm of my erratic tattooed heartbeat. Thump…thump…Liv…“I love you too.”
Chapter Twenty
“We’re back!” Holly cries as they walk through the elevator doors.
“We had to go to around to five stores before we finally found everything,” David adds around an agitated huff as he walks into the kitchen.
I blush, feeling incredibly guilty. “I’m sorry,” I apologize as I sort through the items. I put some in the fridge and set the others on the counter.
I would have gotten all of this yesterday, but I was busy busting my butt with cleaning. I couldn’t spare a second to go to the supermarket. I would have had Grey go for me, but he was at his doctor’s appointment getting his cast off, and Holly and David accompanied him, per Holly’s persistent request, so she could ask a few basic questions if her child were to ever break something. I find it cute, but Grey called it insane.
He waves a hand dismissively before falling onto the couch next to Grey.
“It was totally fine. Holly wanted to show Michael around a supermarket,” he says with humor lacing his words, eyebrows raised at his finance’s slight insanity.
She hears him with her super-pregnancy hearing and gasps. “He’s entering a new world he doesn’t understand. I’m just trying to help him,” she snaps, her face getting really red. “And he may very well be a she. We don’t know yet.”
“Whose fault is that?” David murmurs with an eye roll.
Oh no.
Grey’s eyes snap over to mine, and we both wear the same facial expression that reads: he should not have said that.
“Grey, can you come here and help me please?” I want to drag him out of the living room before it turns into a battlefield. David should know better about being sassy or having an attitude with Holly. She may be the sweetest, most flamboyant person I know, but with her being pregnant, she does a complete one-eighty and turns into the winner of a diva contest.
“Of course, sweetie,” Grey replies in a high-pitched voice.
I roll my eyes as he literally vaults over the couch and speed-walks into the kitchen. He comes in just in time, because they start arguing. I feel bad for both of them. David has to deal with a very hormonal pregnant fiancée, while Holly has to deal with someone who isn’t carrying around a baby inside for nine months. I feel worse for Holly but don’t tell David I said that.
“Ah.” Grey sighs and wraps his arms around my waist, dropping his head on my shoulder. “We dodged a fucking bullet.”
“How so?” I ask as I spread vanilla cream on a chocolate fudge cake I baked yesterday. Grey reaches around me and swipes some on my cheek. “Grey!” I squeal, and he smiles before kissing my cheek. I blush underneath his lips. He dips some frosting into his own mouth, and I scold him lightly, tapping his wrist. Sneaky bastard.
“I mean, you won’t ever be…so we don’t have to…you know.” He quickly backtracks when he finally thinks about what he’s saying, or not saying really.
“Oh.”
He clears his throat and nervously says, “Oh?”
“Yes. Oh.” I finish icing the cake and turn around. He looks down at me with wide black eyes, but I ignore the sincere regret in them and walk past him to the sink. I dump the frosting knife in the sink. “Mind frosting the vanilla cake and waiting on the lasagna in the oven? I have to go call everyone and find out when they’re coming over,” I ask, but I’m already walking out of the kitchen.
“No problem! I’ll watch the…yeah,” he mumbles to my back.
The bedroom door closes behind me. I slide down the door and pull my knees to my chest, hair covering me like a shield. Grey’s stupid words are getting to me. I know how he feels about the subject of kids and marriage. We’ve had the discussion, had it tear us apart. So why is he bringing it up when he knows how I feel about it? I get it; Holly and David are engaged and expecting a baby, but that doesn’t mean he has to throw it up in the air. I nearly melt at Max, aww at every baby I see with a longing, and stare at Holly’s engagement ring more than I should. It is a sore subject for us…so why bring it up?
I sigh heavily and rub my face.
“He didn’t mean to hurt you, dummy. He was just joking,” I tell myself and force myself to stand. Because he jokes. He takes the subject lightly because he thinks I’ll save all my love for him and—“Stop thinking too much, idiot.”
Slowly, I feel my thoughts numb down. It is too important of a day to be caught up in trivial thoughts and nonsense that don’t matter right now. We have all the time in the world to talk more about it later. Just not today.
I hold true to my word and call everyone. They’re all on their way over and should be here in ten to twenty minutes. I can deal with that. Everything’s prepared. Now I just have to
set up the table, which shouldn’t take very long.
When I step out of the room, the smell of something burning hits my nose. Oh no. The lasagna! I rush out of the hallway and stop mid-stride, finding Grey emerge from the smoky kitchen, waving around a dish-rag and coughing. He’s wearing an apron and has purple frosting on his cheek.
He spots me and throws his thumb over his shoulder, smiling sheepishly. “The kitchen may or may not be on fire…”
My little meltdown melts away, and I smile with a shake of my head.
“I can’t even lie and say I’m surprised.”
“To be fair, you left him alone in the kitchen,” David points out, sliding onto a kitchen stool.
“Yeah, you can’t do that with men unless you want burned food and smoky walls.” Holly pats my shoulder, giving me a knowing look.
“Hey! That isn’t fair!” David squawks.
“Yeah! And how is it my fault?” Grey frowns at her, shooting silent daggers at her.
“You were supposed to do what? Wait for something in the oven?” Holly pulls the oven door down and coughs. David shoots to his feet and quickly pulls her away from the smoke.
“Jesus, Grey. What did you do?” I gingerly pull out the burned lasagna. I frown at it, then at him. He bites his lip and rubs his neck, skin turning a light pink, embarrassed.
“I wanted the cake to look nice, so…” He gestures to the cake. It’s lathered in lavender frosting, covered in rainbow sprinkles. “I thought you’d like it.”
“Oh, Grey.” I feel my heart warm, and I hug him. “I love it. Even if you almost burned the apartment down.” I laugh. I can practically see the blush in his cheeks. He shows it by squeezing me a little. I kiss his cheek, and I feel hot myself as I realize those two are watching us intently, with covert smiles.
“Whipped.” David makes a whipping noise and flicks his wrist.
“Shut up!” Holly hits his arm, then lays her head on his shoulder. “I think it’s cute. You wouldn’t make me a pretty cake like that.” She pouts, and David rolls his eyes.
“Look what you’ve done,” he says accusingly to Grey.
Holly rolls her eyes and smiles at us as we pull apart. “You guys are adorable. Don’t mind him. He’s just jealous he can’t be all sweet.”
David scoffs and looks her up and down, smirking. “Me being sweet is how you got pregnant in the first place.”
Chuckling, I slip out of Grey’s hold and walk over to the dining table. “Grey, can you come help me set up the table? The others should be here any second.”
“Sure thing.” He sidles up next to me, and I have to smile up at him for a few seconds. He’s willingly helping. He’s usually a very sulky, lazy person, but he’s helping me set up the table and watching lasagna for me.
I give him a quick kiss as thanks, and he smirks but stays silent as he sets down china plates at seats.
“Hey.” Holly groans. “Why is all the whipped cream gone?” She whines, and Grey chuckles under his breath, thankfully not loud enough for them to hear. I nudge him, face redder than the tablecloth. He winks at me but stays silent, save for his annoying humming.
I roll my eyes but secretly bite my lip, reveling in what we did before David and Holly came back. It was so sudden and shocking with the whipped cream, but it surprisingly felt amazing and even better when he was licking it…you know…ugh! I’m bright red now, I conclude as I look into one of the shiny plates.
“Who’s ready to get drunk, bitches?” Jaimie’s loud voice breaks the calm air.
I break into a smile. “In here!”
She bursts into a fit of squeals when she sees me, and she’s holding a huge bottle of red wine. “Bitch! I missed you!” she exclaims before engulfing me in a hug.
“I saw you last week,” I wheeze.
She pulls back with a little blush. “Sorry. But so? I need to see you, like, every day to make sure you’re okay.” She pinches my cheek and pulls me around.
“Jaim’,” I whine, pulling at her wrist, picking her fingers off of my bruising skin. She rolls her eyes, and I can’t help but grin. “But I did miss you. I’m not gonna lie.”
“And you should never lie to me.” She points a finger at me, looking scary…then bops me on the nose with a radiant smile. She turns to Holly and David, tilting her head. “Who are these people? Oooh, baby on board!” She runs, literally runs, over to Holly and begins talking to and poking her stomach.
“She does this with every baby she sees, in or out of the womb, doesn’t matter to her.” Julia shakes her head, setting down a platter on the table. “’Sup, Bambi?” She punches my arm, and I smile, groaning in pain on the inside. Julia. Ever the tough girl.
“Hello to you too, Julia.” I pull her in a hug just because I know she despises them.
“Gross. No.” She pushes me away and gives me the stink eye like I knew she would. She is so predictable and adorable in her own way. I love it.
I laugh and watch as she and Grey grumble at each other as a form of greeting.
They all introduce themselves, and while they chat in the living room as we wait for Lily and Matthew and Max, I get dressed in the outfit I am wearing for the night.
“Cute,” Grey mumbles behind me.
I look into his eyes reflected in the mirror and turn around, fidgeting with the dress. “Are you sure?” I do a little twirl and end up in his chest. I blush as he takes my hands and lifts them up, doing a nice, long sweep with his eyes. Finally, they meet mine, and he smiles.
“Definitely.” He nods, flashing me his heart-warming grin.
I’m wearing the maroon dress I showed him a long while ago, paired with low black heels. I’m wearing very little makeup, just red lipstick to match the dress and mascara, some blush, and eyeliner. I’ve sprayed a little spritz of perfume. Rosemary and lavender.
“You smell so good.” He sniffs me prominently, his nose tickling my neck.
“Grey.” I giggle and push against his shoulder, but really, I want to pull him closer.
“I’d rather eat you than the food out there,” he jokes in a whisper that makes it hard to breathe for a few seconds.
“What are you trying to say about my cooking?” I push at him, playfully narrowing my eyes.
He smirks and kisses my neck. “Your food’s delicious. Just saying, I know the chef must reflect what she cooks. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”
“I guess,” I grumble, breathless. I want nothing more than to let him have his way with me, energized by our previous encounter…but then I hear—
“Max, don’t run!”
“Lily.”
“My name’s Grey, babe,” he grumbles, kissing my neck some more.
I push at him for real this time and shake him a little to pull him out of his lust-filled head. “No, I mean Lily’s here. We have to go start this thing.”
“This thing.” He laughs.
“You know what I mean.” I roll my eyes, irritated.
He groans. “Close the door. Cancel the day. Just me and you.”
“Stop being a grump and come on.” I pull him through the door with him grumbling behind me.
“Rather come in you,” he mumbles.
“Liv!” Max runs into my legs, hugging me.
I giggle, and Grey jumps away, like he’s the spawn of Satan. I glare at his reaction, but he just rolls his eyes and plops in the living room sofa. Shaking my head, I turn my attention to Max and playfully shake his curls.
“What’s up, buddy?” I say excitedly, truly glad to see him.
“Look what Mommy gave me!” He steps back and reaches in his bright, puffy jacket. He pulls out a beat-up version of The Great Gatsby.
“Oh my gosh.” I squat and look at it in awe. “She did?” I exclaim, and he nods frantically and begins showing me where he left off, telling me how Lily read to him every night. And how she’s going to buy him more books after I read them to him first. I blush when I realize everyone’s staring at us. I stop telling him I’ll gladly read him
anything he wants and stand to my full height.
Eyes are all on me.
“Um, who’s ready to eat?” I ask with a blush.
Everyone laughs.
Grey smirks and walks over. “Come on.” He tugs at my hand.
“Hello.” Max tugs on Grey’s black pants.
Grey makes up his face like a slobbery dog just licked his foot.
I nudge him, hard. “Max, you remember Grey, don’t you?”
He looks from me to Grey, then to me. Shrugs. “He’s mean.”
“Hey! Don’t say that.” Lily rolls her eyes and walks over to me. She forces him to look up at her by tilting his head back. “Go and find a spot for you, me, and Matthew. Okay? And remember your manners. Please.”
“Yes, Mommy.” He nods, smiles a dimpled smile, then runs over to the table. Everyone’s picking their seats.
“Walk, boy,” she calls after him, and he slows and shows off his books to the others. She rolls her eyes and heaves a sigh before hugging me. “What’s up, girl? You look really cute.”
“Thank you. You do too,” I say honestly. She’s wearing a short black dress with sheer fabric, tights, and silver hoops that complement her glowing skin. She looks so happy. And I have no doubt it’s because of the amazing man behind her.
“Hey, Liv.” Matthew hugs me, and I hug him back, rubbing his back.
Grey grumbles beside me. I just roll my eyes, and Matthew laughs.
We pull apart for his sake.
Grumpy.
“I really like your tie,” I compliment Matthew’s orange and red tie as we walk over to the table. I look even closer and notice the little leaves falling. Very elaborate.
“Thanks. Got it just for the occasion.” He winks at me, then stands behind Lily as she reaches her spot at the table. He pulls out the chair and sets it beneath her. She blushes, and my heart nearly explodes at the cute little interaction. They are so together.
We all sit down and, for a few hours, it’s amazing. We laugh and talk and eat and make plans to do this as a tradition every year. My friends bond and click together, which wasn’t very surprising. They’re each unique and amazing and funny and supporting in their own way. Together in one room, they are phenomenal. I find myself getting fuller and fuller as the night drones on and on, but not just with the food, but with love. They make me a better person, a completed person.
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