Pieces Of Us

by Pamela Ann

  If you want to… Is everything okay?

  A message immediately came through, as if he was holding his phone, waiting for me to respond. This thought made me shiver and melt all over again. Fucking hell, I was never going to get over him if I kept going this way.

  No. Nothing’s okay. I need to be inside you.

  OH. MY. GOD. My pussy throbbed as I imagined his cock inside me. After he backed out on me, even touching myself couldn’t take the edge of my need away.

  I need you, too.

  One more… my mind whispered while my body hummed with anticipation. If I had been sober, I probably would’ve questioned it more, but right now, all I cared about was getting him here. Feeling his body against mine. In mine.

  Where are you? I’m coming by to get you.

  Shit. I couldn’t hold my excitement when I told him I was at a house party in Santa Monica and gave him the address to the place.

  Be there in 20. Can’t wait to feel you, Liv.

  Oh, my fuck, I needed to calm the hell down or else I would overheat and that would be icky. Twenty minutes, that would be enough time to gather my bearings and wait for him outside. If this was my last time with him, as I promised myself it would be, to indulge this bad habit of Greyson addiction, I was going to rock his world. I would give it my all. That way, I’d give a much more sensual memory of me instead of the ugly ones I was certain he had a lot of.

  Counting down the time until he arrived made me a little gaga as I kept checking myself whenever I could. Were my legs dry? Was my hair flat? Did I need another spritz of perfume on my neck? Was I bare down there… Okay, I was very keen on my wax appointments, but hey, one could never be too sure. There was always that one rogue that might plan to rebel and kill me with mortification…

  “What are you doing out here?” Patrick asked as he took hold of my hip and somehow shifted me from side to side as if we were dancing.

  “I have a meeting with an old friend.” His always perky personality was a breath of fresh air. I was a depressing person to listen to. Even I got sick of my own self. Imagine what others had to deal with when I was grumbling my troubles away.

  He raised his brow, looking like he didn’t believe any of it. “He’s neither or.”

  I smirked wondering how he could guess it. He was a fairly good-looking man, but there was no spark of attraction there for my part. I supposed it was difficult when you had a diamond and you suddenly got a gold nugget.

  When I saw a black tinted car zoom past us before breaking into a screeching halt and it reversing, making an extremely loud, nail-biting sound, I said my goodbyes to Patrick before he told me to be careful and gave me an overly enthusiastic embrace.

  Once my foot reached the ground, I hastily sprinted towards the forbidding car and let myself in. I couldn’t help grinning like a schoolgirl out on her first date the moment our eyes connected.

  “Hey you.” I had missed him so much I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

  “Hey.” As the sexy smile that melted me to the core surfaced, I knew I was putty in his hands tonight. “Who was that?”

  His question threw me off. I frowned at him. “Who?”

  He cocked his head to the side before looking back at me. “That guy who lifted you up and twirled you around.”

  That…“Oh, pfft.” My overeager cheerfulness was back on full speed. “He’s my neighbor,” I distractedly said as I boldly reached out to him and took his hand into mine before bringing it my lips, giving it a light peck.

  “I see,” he uttered under his breath before he pulled his hand out of mine then shifted the gear into reverse in full heart-stopping speed. He checked the rearview mirror before twisting his neck to see for himself.

  My eyes were glued to the mirror, freaking out with the thought we were about to die because this was a little crazy. I mean, who the fuck drove in reverse? My semi-panic attack ended when he found a parking spot right underneath a large, ancient-looking tree.

  He gave me hard stare before barking out the command, “Get in the backseat.”

  “What? Aren’t we going anywhere? We can go to my place. It’s right there…”

  Killing the engine, he opened his door then immediately went around opening mine. Once I was on my feet, facing him, I saw the raw wildness in him.

  “I don’t have time to wait. I need to bust a load inside you right fucking now.” He looked like a tiger ready to be unleashed.

  “O… kay.” I was done. Fuck, I couldn’t hide my excitement as he roughly pressed against me, lips almost touching, almost kissing, but he simply caressed me only with his hot breath as his hands swiftly maneuvered the ends of my thong and slid it off me.

  With my legs slightly parted, I watched him kiss the insides of my thighs, gradually leaving kisses everywhere before finally meeting my lips. “Get inside the backseat.”

  Greyson was rough as he situated me atop him, straddling him with all my clothes on except my thong. He made me unbuckle him until he was naked where it mattered and our sexes were nestled together as we kissed. I was about to lose my bearings because I couldn’t control my wanton body.

  “You didn’t fuck anyone while I was gone, did you?”

  I paused, thinking how typical it was coming from him. “Should it matter?” I asked apprehensively.

  His jaws locked. “No.”

  I had nothing to fear or hide since I knew I didn’t do anything, but I somehow didn’t want to immediately let him know that. “Then that question is irrelevant.” It seemed childish to act this way, and yet, I couldn’t help it. He had been away with Edith and knowing how he was and his appetite, it didn’t take that much to know what probably had taken up most of their time during their “celebration.”

  Greyson remained quite. His stare dug holes into me while I refused to waver, though I knew this was bothering him. Him remaining silent could only mean he was trying to reel in his temper. Noting the way he was gripping the sides of my hips, I knew it bothered him a whole lot.

  Taking out his hard, rigged length into my hands, I softly caressed it with both of my hands as if it were made of porcelain, admiring its feel. Biting down on my lip, I drooled at the sight of him and the small bead of semen that came out of the tiny slit on his engorged head. I had to slide off his thighs until I was on his knees, secured with his hands on my hips as I bent over and licked his delicious essence. I looked up at him as I sucked the head, giving enough pressure as I sucked softly then hard then softly again, teasing him until he started gently thrusting his hips towards my mouth, wanting more of it.

  “You taste delicious, Grey, but I want to taste all of it. Can you come twice? Once inside my mouth; the second inside me?”

  His throat bobbed up and down as his chest rose and he eyed me wildly. Violently. Passionately. “Come here,” he rasped out in a sexy manner that got me hornier than before.

  Sliding up his thighs, I met his face. We gazed at each other in wonderment before he let out a harsh sound and painfully captured my lips. The hardness of him sat against my pussy, and I wanted to rub against it while kissing him. His hands kneaded my butt cheeks as he helped me run my slit against his dick.

  As I started picking up the pace, wildly riding him, Greyson surprised me by lifting me a bit before bringing me down hard on his cock, making my eyes bulge out of my sockets. My jaw dropped from the severe way he pushed me down his length, making me quiver and flinch because I wasn’t fully ready.

  “Greyson, you already know I need more time before you impale me. It hurts a little when you do it this way—” My complaints and moaning were brushed off because he looked like a man who was angry yet confused. It was an odd look to describe on him since I had known him to be a confident man all around.

  “I get jealous—so fucking jealous—when I see you with a guy. All I could think about instead of killing him is to be inside you, fucking you as hard as I can before unloading a huge pile of my come inside your pussy.”

  My breathing halted
as his words sunk in, feeling ecstatic and sad because I knew that this jealousy would lead nowhere. After tonight, I would have to turn him down if he ever felt the need to have sex. This was going to ruin us both if neither of us would take the initiative and cut this damn connection.

  “You shouldn’t be jealous… you have no right to be.”

  He didn’t seem to think so as he denied what I just told him. “I do because your heart loves me. That, in turn, gives me all the rights to your body.”

  My muscles contracted around him as I cupped his cheek, needing him to understand. “I won’t be yours after tonight. We have to stop.”

  “No—don’t do it, Olivia. I need this,” he demanded harshly as he kissed me hard. “We need this—fuck, I need you so much. I can’t think straight. Don’t take this away. I’d go crazy if I can’t keep fucking you.”

  That tone and the amount of emotion in his voice brought me back to the time where he had begged me not to go to Sydney. When he had knocked on my door and told me not to go. Funny how we were back in the same dilemma, though this time, the circumstances had changed.

  “It hurts to let you go, you have to know that. My heart hasn’t changed—it’s always going to be you.” My tears started to burn behind my eyes, but I refused to cry. “I’ve learned to accept that, but if I keep doing this, I might end up dreaming of having you back again and being completely mine. That scares me—you scare me because you have so much power over me. Fighting you off will be difficult, but I must—I have to learn not to crave you so much.”

  “Liv, I know I can’t give you what you want, but isn’t this enough? We still have each other. It’s better than nothing.”

  He was fine with this arrangement. Of course he was. But I wasn’t. I needed more… I deserved more than this.

  “That’s the difference between us. You get to have it all while I get nothing.”

  “What am I going to do without you?”

  “The same as you’ve always done.” It was sad to realize he could easily move on while I failed to get over him for months. “You move on and forget about me.”

  I was done discussing it. It was draining me, and I wanted this last time to be memorable and special.

  And it was.

  For a whole hour, it definitely was.

  “Don’t do this…” Greyson pleaded the second he killed the engine outside my place. “It’s going to cause more harm than good.”

  Had he not gotten himself married, this wouldn’t be such a big deal. But I didn’t want to talk about that. There was no point since he seemed pretty committed to her. He never gave any indication; no words to give me hope about a future for us like, I wish it was you I’m with or I haven’t gotten over you. Hell, I’d even take him telling me his heart belonged to me, yet there was none of that. He was mostly talking about sex and how much his cock worshipped me. Anything to deal with his member, it was referred to me. Don’t get me wrong, it was great and all, but a girl needed more than that. So much more than that.

  “I doubt it’s going to do any harm…” I gave him a brave smile as I clutched the door handle, popping it open. I didn’t want to give him a chance to kiss my lips or touch me in any way because I might reconsider his offer. “Trust me, by next week, you won’t even remember me.”

  He nodded, lips lining into a grim, fine line. “If you say so, Olivia.”

  “You know I’m right.” I gave him one last look. “Oh, hey, don’t worry about me hooking up with your friends. I won’t do any of that,” I said it as a joke, something we could laugh about since he kept drilling it into my head after that incident with Jet. Instead of him laughing at my attempt in making things light between us, I was met with a cold hard stare.

  “I’ll kill you both if you do some dumb shit like that.”

  “That’s not funny, Greyson.”

  “Who said I was making a joke?”

  I nodded as I immediately left his car. His words were troubling me. I knew for a fact he wouldn’t kill me, but it bothered me as to why he’d say something like that. Was sex with me so great that he’d say things to make me think twice about trying something with his friends? I had promised not to flirt with any of them, and I was going to keep that promise.

  Walking away from him was hard, yet I knew I had to. Had he loved me, I’d have fought harder to have him any way I could. However, he didn’t anymore. He wanted my body, yet I wanted his heart. Sometimes, even out of this world sex and mind-blowing orgasms weren’t enough to lose my sanity over. Besides, I had found a new crowd that let me do all the fun things Jet and them refused to indulge me in. Life wasn’t so bad.

  Sure, it wasn’t ideal or anything, but heck, nothing was. Because when life handed you lemons, you simply had to make lemonade and pour a great amount of sugar to sweeten that up a bit.

  White. Powder. Sugar… What’s the difference?

  Chapter 27

  Liv

  “Olivia… Oh… Miss Olivia! Get your hot ass in here!” Rob called me out to get inside the car.

  We made a pit stop on the side of the road because Patrick needed to piss somewhere then we drove all the way to San Diego for a party that Rob’s friend was apparently throwing.

  It was one in the morning, we were all thirsty, but most of all, we needed another hit. However, Rob kept insisting that, if we waited for another thirty minutes, the sacrifice would be all worth it. Apparently, we were going straight to the source of the mega-powdery-goodness.

  After that Sunday game night, I had been inseparable from these two. It was refreshing because they didn’t take anything seriously. They were easygoing and stress-free. My over-thinking self mixed with these carefree souls had taught me how to be young and free, too.

  When we arrived at the massive compound three hours later, Rob wasn’t joking when he said we were going to get spoiled with whatever we wanted. The owner’s name was Sean, and he was only a few years older than us. He had started his “empire” when he was about sixteen. With an abundance of cash and after making friends with the wrong crowd, he immediately thought that this particular business would suit him both ways. He had a constant flow of money without asking for his parents’ help and an endless supply of beautiful hanger-ons that were gorgeous but needed someone who could provide for their notorious habit.

  An hour in, I had never felt such a strong effect. The burn, as I called it, was smooth, and the feeling… it was incandescent. The supply was handed out everywhere with waitresses that had a cup filled with a straw-shaped tube that were gold-plated, and they gave these little, miniature spoons that were also gold-plated and a gold-plated square dish. They also provided a rectangular, gold card that had the money symbol on it to line the snow. The best thing about it was the guests could freely take these items “gold-digger” style. It was a joke Patrick had lamely made up. It was lame, but we ended up laughing anyway.

  I felt like I was on top of the world. I knew my actions were reckless, but I just needed a small breather then I promised myself to properly figure out what I wanted to do from there on.

  Smiling, I stood up to excuse myself to hunt down the nearest bathroom as I grabbed my champagne off the table. Sipping the cold fizz, I strolled to the other end of the open garden party to head towards the main house. By the time I crossed the brightly lit pathway, I was already finished with my glass.

  My jazzy mood took a horrendous turn when someone wrenched my arm before I smashed into their chest as he covered my mouth. Noting from the body frame that was holding me from behind, I could tell the man was somewhat skinny, but apparently, he had enough strength to hold me down because he was so strong I could barely yank his hand away from my mouth.

  I tried to scream, kicking him with my heels, however he merely laughed at my attempt.

  “Don’t peep a sound, baby girl. I promise to take good care of ya’.”

  Oh, God. What was going to happen to me? I hoped someone would come and get me, but the house was so humungous that only a
certain part of it that held the party had a crowd. The rest had not one soul in it.

  Was I going to get killed? The thought entered my mind.

  Then I remembered…

  The black casket…

  It won’t be Edith after all, I remembered thinking before I felt something hard crush the back of my head.

  Chapter 28

  Grey

  “Where are you going?”

  I sighed as I closed my eyes a bit, hoping Edith would stop questioning every move I made. “Outside. I need some fresh air and a smoke.”

  Walking towards the garden, I strode to the hammock and pulled out a pack before picking one out of the bunch, sliding it in between my lips and lighting it up as I stared into the dark sky.

  It had been four nights since I had seen Olivia. The thought of not seeing her and not having to touch her was going to be a struggle. I had been checking my phone, hoping she’d change my mind. I’d been tempted to drive out and see her, or even call Jet and ask him if she was okay since those two apparently hung out often, but I was too embarrassed to ask, especially with how I had reacted like a little bitch when I saw them dancing together.

  When my father brought it to my attention that he was planning to ask her to stay when she came back from Sydney, I was so against it he had to give me a good, long lecture about thinking of Laura first. Boasting and moaning about my feelings for Olivia wasn’t my thing, but I knew my father was aware that I loved her in the beginning then that love turned into hate. Having her back here, even though Laura and Olivia didn’t live in the same house, had brought a noticeable change to Laura; it was definitely improving her spirits. Dad stepped up his game, too, giving her more attention than he ever gave any woman in his life.

  So attentive that, in fact, they just left two days ago for a three-week vacation in Barbados. He wanted to be alone with her, and hopefully the tranquility of the island would give her inner peace and she’d soon fully recover. It was funny to see how my father acted when in love. I never thought it would happen since he was always so detached and busy. However, he had proven me wrong.