by Harlow Grace
Placing my hands on either side of her head, I lifted her tear stained face to mine. My heart ached for her, I wished there was something, anything, I could do to make it better.
Gently, I kissed both her eyelids and then her wet cheeks, trying desperately to stop the tears spilling from her eyes. Her pain was my pain. I could strangle Carmen’s father for doing this. If only people would realize how their negative behavior could impact and hurt others, what pain they caused not only to the immediate victims, but to everyone else involved.
This was why I wanted to be a doctor. So I could make a difference. Save lives, not companies.
But right at that moment, I was helpless and it cut me to the fucking bone. I hated feeling like there was nothing I could do other than offer words of comfort to my girl. But I had to try, it was the least I could do to try and lighten the burden.
“Coming to London will be good for you. Carmen will be in hospital for a while and there isn’t much you can do for her at the moment. When you get back, you can work on getting her better again.”
My words only made her cry harder. Shit.
“This time it’s going to a harder challenge for her,” Layla sobbed. “God, what if I can’t help her to walk again?”
I had no answer, all I could do was to silence her with a kiss. To pour all my love and strength into that kiss and hope it would give her courage to carry on.
“Grayson, you’re so sweet. Thank you for being here.”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
I wanted to be Layla’s everything. Everything she needed.
Her comforter. Her rock. Her lover.
Hers completely.
11: Grayson
A few days ago I wasn’t sure that Layla would agree to my idea, and after what happened with Carmen I definitely thought she’d refuse to come, but here I was standing at Heathrow Arrivals waiting for her. My heart slammed against my ribs every time the doors opened and another passenger emerged. I’d been waiting for ages and as far as I could tell, just about everyone from her flight had come through those doors already.
What if she changed her mind and she wasn’t on that damn plane?
I watched yet another couple embrace as if they wanted to fuck one another right there in front of everyone.
Where was Layla?
My mouth went dry as the door opened once more. Still no Layla. Jesus, if the assisted passengers were coming through, it meant Layla was most probably not on that flight. I’d purchased business class tickets, she should have been one of the first passengers to off the plane.
Worry ate at me.
For three nights I hadn’t been able to think of anything else than Layla’s arrival. I longed for her, to hold her, to kiss her, to feel her naked body against mine. She was the first thing I thought about when I woke in the morning and the last thing on my mind when I drifted off to sleep.
Surely she would have called or texted if she changed her mind? Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I checked my phone again. Nothing.
My stomach dropped to my shoes like a ton of fucking bricks.
And then I heard her laugh. The sound traveled across Arrivals and hit me right in the chest. Everything was forgiven. The scolding I was already formulating in my mind to give her for making me worry evaporated into thin air.
There she was.
Of course that’s why she’s last. Why would I be surprised?
As soon as I saw Layla it all made sense. She was helping a woman with her son. The boy was in a wheelchair, his leg in a cast and one arm in a sling. As they reached a man who stood waiting by the railings closer to the doors than myself, Layla handed him the bag and jacket she was carrying. She rumpled the boy’s hair and hugged the woman before turning in my direction.
The smile that lit her face when she saw me made me forget my own name. I’d wait a thousand years if that megawatt smile was my reward.
“Layla,” I breathed, letting out all of my frustrations of the last half hour. I opened my arms as I took a few wide steps toward her.
As if she couldn’t wait a moment longer, she quickened her pace too. A little breathless, she fell into my arms and hugged me as if she hadn’t seen me for years.
“Grayson. I’m finally here,” she said as my lips brushed over hers. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I dipped her and kissed her with everything in me. Now I understood what those guys felt like—the ones who looked like they were about to ravage their woman on the spot. I wanted her and to hell with anyone watching.
My tongue stroked hers and she groaned into my mouth.
Fuck, I’d missed her. It couldn’t have been only a few days since I said goodbye to her in Sydney.
“Hi,” I said as I came up for air.
“Hi,” she replied, smiling against my mouth.
A cough behind us brought me back to the present.
“Uh . . . just wanted to thank your lady for helping my wife with our boy. Not many people care enough to help a stranger these days.” The man I’d seen earlier held his hand out to me, I straightened and took his hand, shaking vigorously.
The boy’s mother smiled. “Usually everyone is in a rush to get off the plane after flying for such a long time. Layla helped me settle Jason during the flight too,” she told her husband.
The woman grinned at me, her curious gaze sizing me up.
“That’s my Layla, always putting everyone else first,” I said as I pulled her closer to me.
“We were going to offer Layla a ride to her hotel for being so helpful. She didn’t say she had someone meeting her here.”
Layla laughed. “Oh, let me introduce you to my . . . err, this is Grayson.”
The man chuckled goodheartedly. “Grayson. You’re a lucky man to have such a wonderful girlfriend. She’s a keeper, mate. Marry her before someone else does.”
“Oh, I don’t plan on ever letting her go. Trust me on that one,” I replied.
Layla let out a small, hardly audible gasp. Didn’t she know how I felt about her? Didn’t she realize I wanted her in my life as more than a stepsister? I wanted to wake up to her in my bed. Every. Fucking. Day.
I didn’t quite know how we were going to pull it off yet, I’d been mulling different scenarios around in my head for days. All of them had ended with Milton punching my lights out and disowning me, Taylor looking at me in disgust and Alice crying her eyes out.
Why was this so fucking hard? I wanted to let the whole world know how I felt about my beautiful woman. Instead, I had to fly her to London just I could have quality time with her. Fuck me if I wasn’t planning to use every second of every day loving her. She could catch up on sleep on her long flight home.
Sleep was overrate.
I hoped Layla was well rested, because she wasn’t getting much down time over the next few days. My dick had a mind of its own, and sleep definitely wasn't on the agenda.
12: Layla
My worries about Grayson regretting our first night together or wanting our relationship to be platonic faded as soon as we climbed into his car and he pulled me close so that he could smother me with kisses.
“Fuck, it’s great to see you again. You have no idea how much I missed you.”
“You missed me?” I loved playing dumb just so he would repeat it.
“Not as much as my cock did. I hope you’re not planning on sleeping much.”
I winked at him playfully. “No sleeping. There isn’t time.”
His lips curled into a wicked smile. “Good, because—”
I placed a finger over his lips to quiet him. “There isn’t time for sleeping because—” I paused for effect, grinning mischievously, “—since it’s my first visit, I am planning on seeing all the wonderful sights of London. All the touristy things.”
He groaned. “Like what?”
I ignored the frown that appeared between his eyebrows and counted on my fingers. “Big Ben, Westminster Abby, Buckingham Palace . . . Harrods too.”
If I listened carefully I could probably hear the cogs in his brain turning. “Hmmm, we could kill those off in a morning and get back to better things.”
“Better things? Like meeting the Queen for tea? Actually, I’d love to meet Kate,” I teased. “Maybe she can give me tips on how to be a lady.”
He kissed my neck. “I don’t want you to be a lady. I like you just the way you are.”
“Is that right, Doctor Forbes?”
“I love how you are . . . just you. Sweet and lovely, caring and compassionate, giving and loving. Sexy as fuck.”
The way he said that last part—when his voice went all low and growly-I couldn’t help but swoon a little. My panties were definitely getting damper by the minute and I had been worried that this was going to be a strictly platonic holiday. Thank goodness I threw my good underwear into the suitcase at the last minute. The ones I’d been saving for ’one day’.
“I’ve booked us into a great hotel. It’s near Marble Arch and a few of the popular London hotspots, so you will in fact get the chance to see some of the famous sights as we drive by.”
My eyes became misty and my vision blurred. ““Thank you for this awesome birthday present. And most of all, for sharing the experience with me.”
“It’s a pleasure. I like making you happy, but I must admit to having ulterior motives that are rather selfish.” His lips traced across my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine. “I wanted you all to myself.”
“Mission accomplished,” I purred as he planted wet kisses down my neck.
His hand slipped under my skirt and traced up my thigh. It was difficult to concentrate on anything else other than the sensation his fingers elicited. Fingers that had wormed their way between my legs and pushed my thighs apart. Fingers that rubbed over my damp panties, making me want to scream. Fingers that pushed the lacy fabric to the side and slipped into my wetness, circling my clit until I surrendered and let out a long moan as he stroked back and forth., He was driving me insane with those long damn fingers.
“Hell, who wants to have tea anyway? And London’s just another city, right?” I murmured, delirious with want.
Those fingers.
God, they felt so damn good.
I closed my eyes and let my head roll backwards, moaning as his hands kept up their work. I may even have spread my legs wider, just to give him better access.
A soft chuckle rose from his chest. “You’re a fast learner . . . but you talk too much.”
“Is that right?” I panted, my chest heaving, as I tilted my hips to meet his hand.
One finger slipped inside, then another.
“Oh, God.”
He leaned over the car and bit one of my nipples through the fabric of my shirt as his fingers fucked me. The sensation of pain and pleasure rolled through my body until I couldn’t hold back any longer. An orgasm swept through me of a magnitude of eight on the Richter scale.
“Sweet Jesus, thank you,” I murmured as I came down from the high. If this was an insight into what the next seven days entailed, I wasn’t going to be able to walk. I had a funny idea I wouldn’t be seeing much more than the walls and ceiling of the hotel room. So much for sight-seeing.
“Words are cheap you know.”
“Can I repay you in M&M’s or do you prefer Smarties?” I asked, still basking in the afterglow of that amazing orgasm.
“Fuck, you have a smart mouth on you. Show me your gratitude.” He took my hand and placed it on his crotch.
“Okaaay.” Why wasn’t I surprised to find a huge bulge in his pants straining against the denim of his jeans? I stroked him through the fabric, feeling him harden with every pass of my hand.
“See what you do to me? Get those hot lips around my dick.”
“Here? In the car?”
“Fuck yeah. Why not? I don’t think I can drive like this anyway. The small brain has taken over.”
I threw back my head and laughed. This could be fun.
He leaned back against his seat, inviting me to unbutton his jeans. Braver than I’d ever been, I made quick work of the buttons and hauled his stiff cock out from its confinement.
Grayson Forbes had the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. Proud. Thick. Heavy. It was simply magnificent. If I were a sculptor, I’d make a likeness of its perfection. I was desperate to taste him, to feel him in my mouth. His eyes gleamed as I took in the sight of him.
I licked the base, working my way up the shaft. I didn’t really have a clue if I was doing this correctly, but by the sound of his heavy breathing and groans, I was certainly doing something right.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it baby.” His hand on my head held me there. I rimmed the hood with my tongue, sucking and kissing with small slurping sounds.
I closed my eyes and took him in my mouth. All of him, balls deep. He thrusted, making gargling noises. I fisted the base of his shaft and worked him with both my hand and my mouth. Growing more confident by the second, I had the bright idea of cupping his balls with my free hand. As I squeezed gently he let out a long hiss.
“Sweet mother of God, where did you learn to do that?” His voice was husky and strained. I looked up at him with what I hoped was a sexy smile before sucking him from root to tip. His balls contracted in my hand as he groaned loudly as he chased his orgasm.
Hot wet cum spurted all over my face and neck, some landing on my shirt and hand. I couldn’t have been more proud of myself. Not bad for a beginner. Grayson pulled me up by my arms and kissed me. Ecstatic that I could please him like this, I kissed him back passionately, even though both of us were out of breath.
“Fuck, I love your enthusiasm. And tasting myself on your lips. That’s hot as fuck, baby.” He stared into my eyes. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that. You are fucking amazing.”
I beamed from ear to ear.
It had nothing to do with my newfound experience.
It had everything to do with the man.
13: Grayson
Layla exceeded my wildest expectations. My little geeky girl was turning into a tigress and I couldn’t wait for more. My chest expanded with pride at the thought that I was the one who could bring it out of her.
I tucked my dick back into my jeans and started the engine. The drive from the airport to the hotel was long and tedious due to traffic buildup. At first we chatted a little about the flight and I filled her in about my talks with the professor, but I soon noticed how her eyelids grew heavy as we crawled along the M4. Caressing her thigh slowly, I smiled as she gave up the fight and drifted off to sleep. With everything I had planned for the next week, it was a good thing she got as much sleept when she could.
I turned the music down and hummed to myself. I was content and at peace now that she was there, I hadn’t felt this carefree in a long time.
Over an hour later, I pulled up outside the hotel. I stole a glance at her beautiful face before waking her up I committed to memory the fine freckles that were scattered over the bridge of her nose, the way her lips were curled upwards even in her sleep.
Chuckling as she let out a soft snore, I leaned over and gently kissed her eyelids first, then her nose and finally her lips.
“Layla, we’re here.”
Her arms reached up automatically and circled my neck. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled up at me. “It isn’t just a dream. I’m really here with you.”
I dropped my forehead to hers. “Yes, you are.”
The valet cleared his throat outside the car.
“Guess we have to get out of the car, huh?” I gave him the sign for five minutes and he nodded with a grin before disappearing.
“I guess so. But it’s a good car,” she sighed, laughing as a blush spread over her cheeks.
“Wait till you see the bed.” I smirked, more than a little pleased with myself that she liked my tastes.
“The bed? We’re in one room?” she whispered, her eyes wide.
“Damn sure we are. You didn’t think I could sleep in another
room away, did you? It’s all I’ve been thinking about . . . you in my arms, your pussy, fucking you. Slow and gentle, hard and fast, in every position you’ve ever imagined.”
Her eyes gleamed. “Doctor has a dirty mouth.”
“You have no idea, baby.”
“I really like it.” To prove it, she pulled my face closer and kissed me, slipping her tongue inside to taste me.
“Hold that thought,” I said, feeling my cock strain against my pants again. “We’ll get done for public indecency if you keep kissing me like that.”
With a soft giggle, she let go. I sat up straight and combed a hand through my hair. Thank fuck I’d already checked us in so we didn’t have to wait at reception.
I wanted her naked.
I pushed a fifty pound note into the valet’s hands before walking around the car to open the door for Layla.
Upon entering the hotel’s reception, I noted that the open elevator was full of people.
“Not this one, sweetheart,” I said as I pulled her back by the arm. “We’re going right to the top. We need a special one that skips the lower floors.”
“Oh, wow,” she said, clapping her hands together. “You are spoiling me.”
“Nothing but the best for you, my dear. You deserve it.” What good was being a billionaire if I couldn’t put the money to good use? My trust fund would be available to me in a few short weeks and going by what Dad had said, I’d be too busy working for him to enjoy my new personal wealth.
I grimaced. Half of my grandfather’s stock would be transferred to me on my twenty-fifth birthday. It felt like a weight on my shoulders. Having that much wealth was a responsibility most people had no idea about.
I’d give it all away in a heartbeat. Especially if it meant I could follow my dreams. But that would crush my father and probably send my grandad into a coma. Both men had told me endlessly how hard they’d worked to make Forbes International into the global conglomerate it was now.
There was no way I could escape the burden, so I may as well enjoy it, right?
Turning my mind to more pleasant things, I pushed Layla against the wall of the elevator as soon as we stepped inside. I cupped her tits and rolled her tight nipples between my fingers.
