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.
Chapter 31
Greyson
I woke to see a pair of big green eyes looking up at me.
Skylar had her arms draped over my chest. Her chin rested on the back of her hands, and she was looking up at me with a small smile playing on her lips. Her dimples were attempting to show themselves.
“Good morning,” I said, unable to stop myself from grinning. I couldn’t think of a better sight to wake up to.
“Morning,” she said.
“What are you doing?”
“Just admiring the view,” she said, shrugging one bare shoulder. “I wanted to spend as much time with you before I had to leave. What time will the plane be here?”
The thought of the plane arriving to take Skylar home made my stomach churn. “Eleven,” I said.
She frowned and then sat up. She was still naked. She stood and stretched, arching her spine as she reached her arms high above her head. Her hair fell down her back in a silky black curtain. The muscles of her thighs worked as she bent down to collect her clothes from the foot of my bed. She shimmied into her pajama pants first. She did a little hop in place to get them over her full hips, and her tits bounced, causing blood to rush immediately to my cock.
I doubted there would ever be a day where she didn’t make my head spin with how sexy she was.
Skylar pulled her shirt on and turned back to look at me. “Are you going to get up, or what?”
I clasped my hands behind my head. “Maybe I’m not ready to give up my alone time with you. As soon as we go out there, I have to share you. I don’t want to.”
Skylar smiled and hopped onto the bed. She crawled playfully toward me and sat on my lap with one knee on either side of my legs. “Don’t be selfish.”
“I can’t help it.”
Skylar leaned over and kissed me. Her hair fell all around us and showered me in the smell of her coconut shampoo. I inhaled deeply until she sat back up and patted my thigh. “Come on. The others are probably wondering where I am.”
“Alright, alright,” I said. She rolled off of me and stood at the side of the bed as I threw the covers off and got up.
Her eyes fell on my side and the bruises. “Greyson,” she said softly.
I looked at the damage. My ribs were purpled, but not black. The yellow tinge was still framing the darker bruising. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” I said, trying to reassure her.
She made an unconvinced sound in the back of her throat. “Really? For some reason, I’m having a hard time believing you.”
“I promise. I’m fine. This will be gone in a couple days.”
I went to my dresser and put on a pair of sweats and a loose shirt. Skylar watched me, worry still lingering in her gaze. Her anxiety seemed to ease once I pulled the shirt down and the bruises were hidden out of sight.
“Hey, Skylar,” I said, hearing the weakness in my own voice.
“Yeah?”
“Would you ever consider moving here?”
Skylar looked at her feet. I knew her answer before she found the nerve to speak it. “My life is in Houston, Greyson. There isn’t anything I can do to change that.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I just had to know for sure. I would regret it forever if I never asked.”
She bit her bottom lip and refused to look up at me.
“Come on,” I said, taking her hand. “I’ll make the three of you breakfast before the plane arrives.”
“Omelettes?” she asked deviously.
“But of course.”
Skylar rewarded me with a brilliant smile, and I led her out of the bedroom.
Renee and Nikki were sitting on my sofa. They were each cuddled up in separate corners and had blankets draped over their legs. When we emerged from my bedroom, both of them looked at us and smiled.
“Good morning,” Nikki said in a sing-song voice. “What did the two of you get up to last night?”
Skylar blushed beside me and fell back a step to hide behind me. I chuckled and released her hand before making my way into the kitchen. “You ladies discuss. I’m going to fix breakfast.”
“And he cooks, too?” Nikki exclaimed as Skylar walked over to them and sat down between them. The three of them proceeded to giggle and whisper while I cracked eggs in a bowl and set to cutting peppers, onions, mushrooms, and spinach. I shredded some cheddar cheese and mixed it all together. Then it all went into a pan, and I began my routine of flipping and folding the omelettes.
It was odd to be so close to Skylar but feel so far away. Her life was going to move forward when she got home. The three of them would probably sit around like this in the future and talk about me, but that was all it would ever amount to. Talk.
I looked over my shoulder at them as I began transferring the omelettes to plates. Renee was leaning forward with one hand on Skylar’s knee. Nikki was covering her mouth and giggling. Skylar was staring dead ahead through one of my windows. Her expression was impossible to read. She looked, for lack of a better word, empty.
I sighed and brought the plates to the table. I poured coffees, and the women joined me, tucking their chairs in and complimenting my cooking skills.
Nikki took the first bite and praised me. “This is the best omelette I’ve ever had.”
“Really?” I asked. “You probably haven’t had a lot of omelettes, then. I find it hard to believe my omelettes are anything above ordinary.”
“They’re pretty tasty,” Renee offered.
Skylar ate quietly and savored every bite. Her left hand was resting on the table. I wanted to reach over and cover it with my own, but I thought better of it. She was leaving soon. In an hour. This closeness was fleeting.
“This is a beautiful home you have Greyson,” Renee said after swallowing a particularly large mouthful of omelette. She washed it down with a sip of coffee and gazed around the dining room and out through the massive windows. “Such a spectacular view.”
“Thank you,” I said, already tiring of the mundane conversation. No one knew what to say here. I could feel the tension around us. “I’m sorry I got you all into trouble,” I blurted out, putting my fork down and resting my hands in my lap.
All of the women looked up at me. I rubbed my palms on my thighs and sighed. “I should have considered all the variables at play and realized how far Bravo would have taken things to get his money back. I’m sorry I put you all in the line of fire. It was never my intention, but it was definitely my fault. If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I’ll do whatever I can to help you with whatever you need. No matter how small.”
“Greyson,” Skylar said. “You don’t have to do that. We’ve forgiven you. We’re safe. Nothing happened. It’s okay.”
Nikki smiled. “The omelettes already made up for it. Promise.”
Renee was sitting across from me. She gave me a tight-lipped smile and popped another bite of food into her mouth. “We don’t blame you. Try not to think too much on it anymore, okay? It’s behind us all now.”
How they were able to forgive me so quickly, I had no idea. Had the Bravo’s treated them poorly, I knew this would have been a different story. They probably would have cursed my name and never set foot in that car with Meek and me. But the Bravo’s hadn’t hurt them, and I would be forever grateful for that.
When breakfast was done, Skylar cleared the plates and loaded them into my dishwasher. I joined her in the kitchen and helped her, and we intentionally made sure we were close to one another. Our bodies were somehow always touching. As she bent down to close the dishwasher, I put my hand on the small of her back. When she straightened, she smiled at me and sighed. It was a sad sort of smile, and I shared one of my own with her.
***
I heard the plane coming before it landed on the strip behind my house. Skylar and the others did, too. Nikki and Renee went to get their suitcases, and Skylar came to me. She put her hands on my chest and leaned into me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her until she pulled away and looked up at me with tear-filled eyes.
“I guess this is it,” she whispered.
I nodded. I didn’t want to speak. There was a lump forming in my throat, and I knew it would betray me if I gave voice to my thoughts. Instead, I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and ran my fingers over her soft cheek. She c
losed her eyes and nuzzled into my touch before falling into my chest again and clinging to the front of my shirt.
I kissed the top of her head and fought the ever-growing lump in my throat.
When she pulled away once more, her hands fell to her sides. I grabbed her suitcase for her, and the four of us made our way out my back door. We wove through the gardens until nature gave way to a cement landing strip. The plane’s door was open, with stairs leading down to the runway.
Renee and Nikki called goodbyes to me and waved over their shoulders as they ascended the stairs. The pilot took their luggage and put it in the plane. I held up a hand for him to give Skylar and me an extra minute.
Skylar was still crying. Her tears were flowing freely. She wasn’t sobbing, though. She was somehow managing to hold onto her grief, probably until she was away from me.
I took her shoulders in my hands and did my best to smile at her. “You gave me the best week of my life, you know?”
Her bottom lip quivered as she blinked away tears and nodded furiously. “You did the same for me.”
“I know your life is back in Houston, and I understand why you have to go back, but please, if you ever change your mind, just remember that I will always be here. Be safe out there, Skylar.”
“I will,” she whispered before stretching up on her tiptoes and flinging her arms around my neck.
I held her around the waist and kissed her greedily. This was the last time I would ever feel her soft, full lips on mine. I tried to savor every moment, but it was over all too quickly. Skylar lowered her heels to the ground and forcefully turned away from me.
I watched her back as she made her way up the stairs to the plane door.
When she stood in the opening, she turned back to me. I could see the tears glistening in her eyes and on her cheeks in the morning sun. She lifted one hand but didn’t manage a wave. I did the same.
Then she hung her head and disappeared inside the plane.
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