Pieces Of Us

by Pamela Ann

  It was easier to breathe and think when I was facing his back, but when he spun around and those eyes pinned me to the spot, I was a jumbled mess again.

  “Are you happy? Is Liam all you’ve ever hoped for?” he asked in an eerie manner, as if he was interrogating me for a job.

  “He loves me… like no other man could,” I bravely said, believing my own lies. “Besides, you’re married to Edith. Is she really sick? Are you guys okay and happy?” When I uttered the word ‘happy,’ there was a snag in my voice.

  “She is sick, but apart from that…” he trailed off, searching my eyes, “…my wife—” he declared possessively, “is loyal to me. I’m the only man in her eyes and in her heart, and that’s the greatest gift a wife could ever give to her husband—not virginity, money or privilege. You could learn a thing or two from her.” He made sure to emphasize on words that went straight into my heart.

  It could possibly be from the penetrating way he looked at me, or the way he harshly delivered those words, however something powerful took hold of me. I simply followed its lead by stepping closer to him, tiptoeing and roughly capturing his lips. For a second, I was paralyzed to have him on my lips then desire took over, washing my common sense away as I kissed him deeper.

  He had barely begun to respond back when I felt the aching need to part from him before I started bawling my eyes out. “You were…” I searched for the perfect word to describe how much he meant to me. I wasn’t like Edith, but I sure did love him, too; though I had never said it out loud. “My everything.” And you will always have my heart, I silently added before I took my leave, mustering some composure before his voice stopped me.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  I paused, slowly twirling to face him. “I’m going back inside the house to sleep—” I started, stuttering when he began walking towards me. “Grey—” a small squeak came out of my lips before he devoured them in one go.

  “One more…” he groaned into my lips as I matched his passion, dizzy from the hungered need his kisses showed me. His hands cupped, caressed and groped me. I didn’t even have the chance to complain when he ripped my dress in half while kissing me. He then lifted me up and curled my legs around his hips. His fingers opened my slit before he gradually slid me down, lowering me to his body before I felt his shaft gradually slide into me.

  A low grumbling sound came out of his chest as he kissed me so harshly I tasted blood, his and mine, but it didn’t stop him from giving me these heady, punishing kisses. “I need you—just once—” he wretchedly said as he started thrusting into me. The angle was acute, leaving me vulnerable from his onslaught without any cover. His thrusts were so deep I could’ve sworn his balls were buried in me because I hadn’t felt this full—this stretched out—before.

  This was typical Grey—crazy and out of this world—but he had never taken me without consideration. This man felt like he was pounding all his emotions into me, unleashing all his hate and other feelings he couldn’t express into each thrust, making me fully aware of who was taking me, taking pleasure in my body.

  “I’m going to nut in your pussy so that stupid fucker can’t eat you out—or fuck you.” He pushed me against the wall, taking me harder than before. “You want me to cream all over you… in you?”

  Fuck. He was crazy, and yet, I had never seen him this sexy. He was getting territorial. I knew I shouldn’t feel happy, yet something inside me blossomed at his possessive display of dominance.

  “Do whatever you want. Just, don’t stop.”

  “Olivia,” he groaned out just how he used to.

  The sound of my name on his lips, as if I was the woman he loved—as if I was the only woman for him—brought tears to my eyes. It was tricky and quite delusional at best, but for this short space in time, I let myself think that he did. Even if it was just for a short, little while.

  Chapter 15

  Grey

  Her tears united with our lips as we kissed, which hadn’t parted once from the second I took her lips, kissing her until I was out of my mind. I had successfully kept my distance and even had a small congratulatory win when I managed to back out even when my thumb was testing her slickness. What took me by surprise were her words. Even if they were lies, hearing her say it did something to me. And for a second, the hate lifted off me and the lust took control of my body.

  I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to feel her. For the last time, I wanted a memory of it. To say my goodbyes. After all, I had loved her at one point.

  This body was once mine, and no man had ever felt himself inside her before me. How many men had there been now? Or had it just been Liam? Even thinking his name flared another dose of anger in me.

  I thrust harder, deeper into her wet core until the tip of my cock hit the opening of her cervix. Then I continued taking her harder from there on. Her sharp gasps and cries were muted out by my lips. Her nails dug into my skin as she bravely took my cock and its roaring wrath. I waited for her to tell me to stop, but it never came. She was wet, her cunt dripping, yet I knew she was experiencing the finely threaded balance of pleasure and pain. I once treated her like a delicate flower, but she wasn’t so delicate any more.

  She was here with her boyfriend, who was sleeping soundly upstairs while she let me fuck her brains out. What kind of woman would do that? I was almost positive she had done this behind my back.

  I shouldn’t have touched her, but she had looked too tempting in her short cotton wear. I came back here after I made sure Edith had fallen asleep because I needed to clear my head. Usually, it was the plateau I went to, but tonight, I somehow felt the need to come back here and take glimpses at her window where I could see what she was up to.

  After all, I had witnessed Liam going down on her while she cried out with pleasure.

  Olivia Taylor… how I hate you.

  Chapter 16

  Liv

  Grey made a small final push before he pulled himself out of me. The moment he did, I immediately felt the rush of liquid gathering in between my legs. His immediate withdrawal wasn’t just physical, I felt him pull out emotionally, too. Since he’d already gotten what he wanted, he didn’t need to do much else.

  Standing here naked with my slip torn to shreds, pooling at my feet, I felt beyond vulnerable—more like unarmed in a middle of a battle with no sword or armor to speak of and anyone could easily puncture a wound or bleed me dry.

  His back faced me as he tugged his hair on the side before releasing a wretched sigh.

  I wanted to reach out, hold him close and never let go. Every single atom in me screamed at him—for him to tell me that we were going to be okay, that he’d do anything for us to be together again…

  “Grey… please don’t block me out.” I wasn’t sure if he felt guilty for sleeping with me because he hated me so much or was it because he felt like a cheater?

  He spun around to face me, seeming quite relaxed. “Thank you…”

  My head cocked to the side, eyeing him sharply, confused. “Thank you?” I gasped before the pin dropped, opening my blinded sight. “Thank you? Seriously, Grey? A thank you?” my shrill voice echoed through the entire pool house.

  “Olivia—”

  “Don’t—” My brows knitted together as I braced myself, ashamed for thinking things were going to change. “I thought you… I just thought—that since—” huffing out, I blushed for my idiocy before I brushed it off. “It doesn’t matter what I thought.”

  “What did you think was going to happen? That I’d start hounding you like a dog, like I did last year?” he harshly asked, making me feel cold and unwanted. “I’m not doing any of that—this was just sex. A last fuck.”

  A last fuck. That’s how he worded what had just occurred between us? Not a mind-bending, life-altering kind of passionate sex. A last fuck. Great. Just mighty fucking great. Besides, it wasn’t as if he could leave Edith knowing she was going through so much. He cared a lot about her—no scratch that, he was in
love with her—and this tiny stint was just his way of telling me I wasn’t worthy of anything. It was to prove he still had the power to mess me up while he moved on with his life.

  “Are you going to tell her?” The question surprised me, nonetheless I was dying to know.

  He shrugged, giving me a straight face before deciding to respond. “I have to, but she expected this. She was the one who encouraged it because she thought I needed closure and for me to see that what I truly wanted from you was sex, nothing more.”

  “Are you for real?” I marched out of his sight and into his bedroom. Since I knew where everything was, I headed straight into his closet and plucked out a shirt to put on. Wearing his shirts were one of the things I used to love doing because I liked smelling him on me all day long. That sentiment was thrown out of the window after he just belittled what he and I had.

  Did he really believe all the stupid crap Edith was spewing at him? Was he that dumb? It didn’t matter. He probably had a point. Maybe one last romp would clean him out of my system as well. Besides, I had proved to myself that I could enjoy being with another man that wasn’t named Greyson Edwards. If I could do that, I was almost positive I could fall in love again. Anything was possible as long as I put my heart and soul into it.

  Grey wasn’t the only man on earth. Hell, I had another one upstairs, willing to love me unconditionally, so why not start there? But, of course, I have to come clean first… decisions, decisions.

  Coming out of his bedroom, he was still in the same position as I had left him few minutes ago before my gaze landed on my ripped undies and slip that were still on the floor. Ignoring them as I walked passed, I rushed by him as I made a beeline for the door.

  Greyson was immediately there, blocking my way with his hand pushed against the door, glorifying-ly naked as he gave me a roughened stare. “Are you going back to your room?” he asked, making me pause for a second.

  What did it matter? I wanted to ask but was too tired to do so. I was done fighting for him… against him. I was just done.

  “I need to use the shower and clean myself of your scent before I go to Liam’s.”

  His face darkened. “Are you that shameless? You’d let him fuck you knowing my nut is leaking out of you? Have you no shame or even some respect for yourself?”

  Shameless. How appropriate. Because that word suited me the best. “Hey, weren’t you the one who colorfully called me a slut? So why are you even shocked?”

  “You disgust me,” he went on with his tirade.

  The hate and love I had for him simply made me a little crazy. It was twisted, yet seeing him angry was so much better than seeing him being indifferent. At least I was getting a reaction out of him, and I was scraping off whatever I could to evoke an emotion—good or bad. I was obsessed about it.

  “I do, don’t I?” I provoked him further. “But what’s more disgusting, Grey? Telling me that I am or lusting after me even though you find me as such?”

  Our eyes locked onto each other, pushing and pulling hatred. I wasn’t going to back down just because he spewed words that were meant to cut me open. This was what he wanted—causing havoc with pressing each other’s buttons and limits. I wasn’t going to let him make me his emotional punching bag, though. No matter what happened, I was going to put up a fight. Greyson wouldn’t see my weakness. No, he wasn’t the right person to expose them to because the chances were high he’d confide with Edith, and Lord knew she was the first person on this planet that would take anything to use as her advantage.

  “Move,” I addressed him scathingly, hoping he’d take the hint and let me leave. However, apart from raggedly breathing and blinking, he simply didn’t budge at all. “Greyson! Are you deaf? Can’t you hear me?”

  He blinked at me a couple of times before responding, “I hear you fine.”

  My body was starting to heat up from anger, but I tried to control it as much as I could. “I’m tired. I need to leave.”

  “What if I don’t want you to?”

  “Tell that to your wife then we’ll talk!”

  He waited a beat. Or two. Calculating. “You still want me,” he casually stated.

  I wouldn’t let him touch me if I didn’t desire him like I needed him to function or to validate my existence. This was one thing I could never lie to him about. I had wanted him… and still did. “Good of you to notice, but I still need to leave.”

  “Why still want me, Olivia? I mean, you basically left without looking back, yet here you are, wearing my shirt, naked underneath it because I tore your clothes apart before I fucked you into the wall and came inside your pussy.” His eyes probed into me, into my soul, as he closed the gap between us. I could smell his minty breath and his sexy musk, and I wanted nothing more than drink him in, breathe him in and take him into my body…

  “Look at you. I haven’t even touched you, yet you’re panting as if my fingers are stroking your cunt.” His thumb pressed against the bottom of my lip before dragging it open and inserting that thumb into my mouth. It stroked my tongue before he pulled it out and wet my lips with my own saliva. “This look used to drive me crazy because I know you’re tiny little hole is wet for me. I loved the feeling of stretching you out. You were this hot, little thing that I wanted to own and keep forever…” The heat of his body pressed against me as his lips sought my ear. “Let me have you—anytime. Anywhere. And I promise to deliver the goods. I don’t want to stop fucking you.”

  Wait—what? Was he asking me to be his mistress? Indefinitely? “You’re crazy. Deeply. Disturbingly. Crazy.”

  “My dad’s going to talk you out of going back to Sydney tomorrow, and he drives a hard bargain. So if you find yourself lonely at night, I’m a text away to warm you up until you’ve passed out from coming.” He placed a soft kiss on my cheek. “Think about it, beautiful Pooh.”

  My resolve was melting when he used that nickname on me. But what caught my attention was about Brett asking me to stay. I was even more curious now. “Why is Brett asking me to stay? I don’t understand?”

  “He’ll tell you about it tomorrow.”

  There was something he wasn’t disclosing. I was almost sure of it. “Why? Why would he do that?”

  “He’ll explain things to you. Don’t worry.” His breath on my neck made me shiver just as I felt his hardness on my stomach. “I want you again.”

  I wanted him, too, but I couldn’t go on like this. I was digging myself a deeper grave if I said yes. True, I would get a tremendous sexual high, yet emotionally, it would be unfulfilling. And everyone knew that, without emotional fulfillment, little sprouts of happiness didn’t matter because it wouldn’t be permanent. One night of tryst was one thing, but prolonging my agony in an affair with Grey would only lead me into a delusional world. Besides, it wasn’t as if he’d displayed any warmth towards me or any sign of tenderness. If there were any of that at all, maybe it would be harder for me to decline his offer, however there wasn’t, so it was irrelevant.

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t be that woman for you.”

  “Why not? You’d be perfect for it,” he persisted.

  Great, insult me some more, why don’t you?

  The fire in me to lash out somehow turned into ashes. “If I do decide to stay, you won’t be the guy warming my bed, Greyson. For crying out loud, you’re married! What the hell!”

  “So what?” he urged on, cupping my cheek now, waiting to kiss me. “It doesn’t change anything. My cock hurts—throbbing and begging to slip inside you—and you love the way this cock makes you feel. Why deny us the greatest pleasure of all without any emotional ties? I just want sex… your pussy accessible and available at all hours of the day.”

  I shook my head, denying myself from having it again. “No—I just can’t.”

  His knee parted my legs, giving him access to my nakedness as I felt the tip of his shaft grazing my clit. I grumbled in pleasure and protest.

  “Tell me this isn’t so good? What do you want? Tell m
e. I have enough money to get you whatever you want. My inheritance is rotting in the bank. Just say the word, and I’ll shower you until your heart’s content.”

  I didn’t want his money. I never had. Though there was one thing I wanted from him…

  “Anything I want?” I made sure to ask again.

  “Anything.”

  How far would he go to cater to his desires? “I need to hear you tell me you love me, then I’ll do all that for you.”

  He froze, seeming offended by my request. “That’s never happening, so you better think of something better than that stupid request.”

  I was glad to know where I truly stood with him. How many women had he gone through, fucking them without any emotional attachments? Too many to count.

  “Then it’s best you find another candidate to be your fuck doll because it sure isn’t me.”

  This time, when I made an effort to leave, he didn’t say a word nor did he try to stop me.

  Chapter 17

  Liv

  Just as Greyson warned me the night before, Brett asked to speak to me in his library right after I finished my breakfast. Liam sat across from me, reading through The New York Times while I contemplated when would be the best time to break it to him. Last night was a terrible mistake, yet I hadn’t felt and tasted such sweet sin.

  After I left the pool house, I immediately ran back to my room, dying to have space and solace, chiding myself for stupidity, and yet, I couldn’t help dwelling and recalling the earlier events of his hot body conquering me like no other.

  His offer had thrown me off. I wasn’t sure if I should be aghast and offended or bask in the idea that he found me desirable amidst it all. What’s more, listening to myself think confused me even more. The body wanted one thing while the mind pressured me to take the right path.

  “You all right?” Liam’s question stilted my train wreck-worthy thoughts as I looked up to him, trying to smile.