by V Vee
Stacey spun around and stared at her younger sister in shock. “Dad did?”
“Uh, yeah,” Feya said in a sort of “duh” tone, rolling her eyes. “He asked me a few weeks back if you were okay, and why you were marrying Tommy when you were clearly in love with Gregory.”
Stacey shook her head in denial. “He did not!”
Feya nodded. “Did so, and not even that, you should be glad I was the one who showed up and who interfered. The family was about to have an intervention for your ass.”
Stacey frowned. “What? Why?”
And then that voice… the voice of the one person she’d been avoiding sounded from the kitchen doorway. “Because everyone knows you’re marrying the wrong person,” Gregory said as he stepped into the kitchen. “You’re marrying him, but you’re in love with me.”
Feya grinned and stepped away from Stacey when she went to grab her. “That’s my cue. See you crazy kids later.”
And she turned and ran out of the room.
Stacey was going to kill her.
Her body was acutely aware of Gregory sauntering over to her where she stood, his gaze penetrative, his skin glistening with sweat, his mouth curled up on one side with a smile. Stacey narrowed her eyes at him yet refused to back up. In spite of how her body was reacting to his proximity to her. The way her nipples pebbled, her stomach clenched, her palms dampened, and her pussy soaked the material of her panties.
Dear god, had she always behaved so viscerally just being around him?
Stacey wanted to pout when Gregory stopped a couple of feet away from her instead of taking her roughly into his arms as he had in that same kitchen only days before. But instead she tilted her chin and stared at him mutinously.
Gregory chuckled and shook his head.
“So, you’re just going to continue to be stubborn, huh?” he asked her with a tilt of his head.
Stacey shrugged and lifted her hand to study her nails with false interest. “I don’t know what you mean, Gregory,” she replied, trying to adopt an apathetic air. She heard the slight hitch in her breath and hoped that Gregory hadn’t noticed.
When she glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes, the flare of his nostrils and the darkening of his eyes let her know that she wouldn’t be that lucky. She only had a moment to drop her hand and open her mouth to say… what—she would never know—before Gregory rushed her and gathered her up into his arms in a firm grasp. His arms were like unbreakable steel bands wrapped around her waist, one of his hands was buried in her thick, black hair, while the other shaped her ample ass.
Gregory lowered his head and took her mouth in a hard, punishing kiss, his tongue pushing in between her lips. Stacey tried to resist for a moment, but she knew it was futile, her body craved him. Longed for him. He was her every breath. He was her soulmate. He always had been. She sank into his kiss with a moan, wrapping her arms around his neck. Accepting all he gave her and giving him all of herself. This was what she’d been dreaming of, yearning for, burning for him for longer than she could remember. He’d always been by her side. Always been her touchstone. Their friendship was her rock that she built everything else upon. She depended upon him for so much. She trusted him for so much, why couldn’t she trust him with this? With her body? With her soul?
With her heart?
And like a bucket of ice water being dumped on her head, Stacey remembered why.
She shoved Gregory away from her and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She pointed at him. She could feel rage and hurt boiling inside of her. They battled for dominance inside of her and she wasn’t sure which one caused her hand to shake as continued glaring at him, her finger pointing directly at him.
“Don’t you ever grab me like that or kiss me like that again. Do you understand me, Gregory?” she hissed.
He smirked at her and Stacey felt her fury rise even further. “And why would I do that, Stacey? Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side. “Don’t you know you belong to me? Why would I stay away from you when we clearly should be together?”
Stacey balled both her fists and barely restrained herself from slamming them into his face. She shook her head. “I don’t belong to you and we shouldn’t be together. We are friends, nothing more.” She sighed. “And if you keep up this inappropriate behavior, we may not even be friends anymore.”
Gregory frowned. “Why would you say something like that, Stace? You know we—”
Unable to maintain her composure anymore, Stacey shoved Gregory again as she cried out.
“You. Left. Me!”
Gregory stopped and blinked at her in surprise. Stacey couldn’t really blame him. She’d never once raised her voice at him in all the years that they’d known each other. They’d never fought. They’d never had a reason to. They’d always been on the same page. Always had each other’s back. Never once had cause to question the other or be upset with the other.
And then Gregory had left her for months.
And because of that, their trust, their bond had been severed. Their foundation had been rocked and cracked. Maybe even broken beyond repair. Stacey wasn’t sure if she could ever trust him again. Wasn’t sure if she even wanted to.
She’d lost her best friend and that was the worst pain she’d ever experienced in her life.
“Stace, I had to,” Gregory tried to explain.
Stacey shook her head and tried to blink away the tears that welled up in her eyes. She felt as if her stomach was being pulled up through her mouth, her heart tightened in a vise grip, and her skin stretched tightly on her bones. She trembled from the force of trying to keep her emotions contained, but as the first hot tear rolled down her cheek, swiftly followed by a second, and a third, she knew she wasn’t going to win the battle of control. She turned her back to Gregory and covered her face and gave way to the sobs she’d been battling for days. Weeks. Months.
Years.
Ever since the first moment she’d realized that she was in love with her best friend and he would never love her back.
Gregory
He was such a shit.
Gregory had always promised himself—he’d promised Stacey, her parents, her entire family—that he would never ever hurt Stacey. Never make her cry. However, as he stood there, helplessly, watching her as she sobbed, he’d never felt more like an asshole, more like a jerk, more like a failure.
He stepped closer to her, approaching her as if she were a feral animal. Though in Stacey’s case, when she was displaying unwanted emotion that image was pretty much accurate. Once he was close enough to her, once again, he tugged her to him, laying her head on his chest. He shivered when she burrowed closer to him and willed his erection to subside. This was not the time for him to be aroused by her presence. Not that he could really help it. Stacey always had the ability to do that to him. Just a smile from her, a glance, an innocent touch, and he would be hard enough to pound nails.
“It was never my intention to hurt you, Stace,” he murmured softly.
Stacey clenched the front of his shirt and sighed. “Then why did you leave me? Why did you take off and run away and barely speak to me for months, Greg? Did I do something?”
I don’t want to hurt her anymore, but I’m determined to never lie to her. I’m also focused on making her mine.
“You got engaged, Stace,” he told her.
Gregory clenched his jaw when Stacey leaned back and stared up at him.
“You left because I got engaged?” She shook her head. “That makes absolutely no sense, Gregory. We both knew that one day we would both get married.”
Gregory felt fury and desire flare up inside of him, neither of those emotions compared to the hurt that flashed and blanketed his entire form. He gave her a tiny shake before his hands tightened on her shoulders. After everything they’d been through, their decades long friendship… After he’d had his mouth on her pussy and sucked every delicious drop of her juices into his mouth and down his throat where they settled deep within hi
m and became a part of his DNA… How could she still question, still doubt, still wonder? Hadn’t he been clear enough? Didn’t she know?
“We were supposed to marry each other, Stace!” he growled.
Stacey blinked at him before she chuckled softly, shaking her head.
“Why? Because everyone expects us to?” She reached up and cupped his cheek in her palm. “Greg, I thought you of all people would reject that idea simply because everyone expects it. We should get married to people that we love. You should marry a woman that you love with your whole heart, just as I should marry a man who has all of mine. You don’t have to marry me.”
Gregory grit his teeth and leaned down until his nose was pressed against hers.
“I’m not sure when you got to be so obtuse. So willfully stupid, but listen to me closely,” he said in low voice that vibrated with anger. He ignored Stacey’s expression of shock, her wide eyes, the flare of her nostrils, her usually fully lips pressed into a thin line. He knew he would pay later for calling her stupid, but he needed to shock her into silence. Surprise her into listening to him.
“I. Love. You.” He shook his head when she opened her mouth to speak, already knowing what she was about to say. “The love I have for you goes beyond friendship, beyond familiarity, beyond comfort. I love you with my soul. I love you with every piece of me. You are my breath. You are every beat of my heart. The rhythm of my spirit. You are the other half of me. I am not me, if you’re not there. By my side. My better half. My soulmate. You own me, Stace. You are in my blood. You possess me. I am yours.” He placed his hands on either side of her face and stared down into her brown eyes that had flooded with tears. He hoped they were tears of joy. Of relief. He couldn’t bear it if his words had caused her pain, yet again.
“And you. Are. Mine,” he declared before he took her mouth in a kiss that was so filled with passion, so possessive, so wild and free, that the only sound to be heard in the kitchen was their harsh breathing, the wet tangling of their tongues in a battle for dominance. Gregory shuddered when Stacey’s hands slid up to stroke his neck, before she buried them in his hair.
He pressed closer to her, this time letting her feel his erection. Letting her feel how much he wanted her. Needed her. Yearned for her.
Without a word, he slid his hands down to her ass and then to the top of her thighs. He lifted her into his arms and stepped over to the counter. He set her down on the top of the grey granite and pushed her legs up, sliding his arms under her knees. He quickly freed one hand and opened his jeans, shoving them down over his hips. Once his cock was exposed to the air, he groaned. He lifted his fingers to the legs of Stacey’s shorts, glad she was wearing a pair that was extremely loose. He tugged it over to the side and stroked his fingers up and down the length of her slit. Her wetness seeped out and dampened the cloth of her panties, and Gregory smiled at the sound of her whimper.
He released her lips so he could kiss, lick, and nip his way down her neck to her breasts. He sucked one of her full mounds in his mouth through the fabric of her shirt, just as pushed his fingers beneath her thin panties.
“Oh fuck, Gregory,” Stacey moaned, and he glanced up at her. Sliding one, then two fingers deep in her heated core, Gregory watched as she bit her lip. She was trying to stop herself from making noise. Prevent herself from expressing her true emotions. Her real, unvarnished, raw thoughts. Fuck that.
Oh, that will not do, he thought to himself.
He lifted his head from her breasts, the front of her shirt soaked from his saliva, both nipples hard and displayed obscenely due to his ministrations. Another drop of pre-cum leaked from his hard-as-steel dick onto the floor. He tugged Stacey further to the edge of the counter and tilted her backwards. He stared down at her, his fingers shoved deep within her, but unmoving. Her legs spread wide open like a buffet. He wished he could both eat her cunt and fuck her simultaneously.
Decisions, decisions.
“Look at me, Stace,” he told her. He waited until her eyes were on his then he slid his fingers free, placed the tip of his dick at her entrance and shoved himself inside her deep.
They both groaned. Their voices raised to the heavens in harmony like a song. Gregory felt as if his every nerve ending came alive as he slowly pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out of the tight walls of Stacey’s pussy, before he thrust back in. Her cunt tightened around him, as if trying to keep him inside and he tilted his head back, hissing as pleasure danced along his skin.
“Fuck baby, you feel so goddamned good. Your little tight pussy. It’s gripping me so hard. You haven’t had anyone fuck you like you need to be fucked in a while, have you gorgeous?” he asked her the rhetorical question. He didn’t need her to answer. The way her body trembled, and her pussy wept its essence all over his shaft was answer enough.
“N-no,” she responded anyway, her fingernails digging into his biceps.
“I can tell,” he said. He continued the slow glide, hard thrust rhythm he’d set up as he gripped her hips with one hand, the other lifting her knee and spreading it wide. “This pussy has been neglected, baby. It’s been waiting for me. Calling me. Pleading for me to come and wreck it. To plow it until it’s formed just for me. Molded to it.” He leaned down and bit her lower lip gently. “I’m about to beat this pussy up. You ready?”
Stacey’s wide eyes and shuddering breath almost made him pause in his assault on her cunt, but when she tightened her slit around him, and pulled him deeper inside her center, with one leg around his waist, he knew she was up for it. But it was more than that. The way her head tilted back, her eyes darted around his face before settling on his own, and how she licked her lips lit a fire deep in his belly. This was more than sex. More than fucking. This was making love. Oh, he was still going to destroy her pussy with his dick, but he wouldn’t bite her while he did so.
Maybe.
“Give me your best, Mr. Richmond,” she said cheekily, and he took her lips with a ferocity that surprised even him.
He slammed his cock in and out.
In and out.
Deeper.
Harder.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
His hips grinding against the curve of her ass as he swiveled his hips. He resumed his thrusting, his stroking inside her. Every movement forward becoming harder, deeper, and more erratic as his balls began to draw up close to his body. His orgasm was barreling down on him like a freight train, but he wouldn’t allow it to destroy him, to steal his breath, until he made sure Stacey came. He wanted, no, he needed to feel her pussy tighten around his cock in ecstasy, his name on her lips as her body twisted inside out.
His sweat dripped down from his hairline, dripping off the tip of his nose to land on Stacey’s cheek, where it slid down her cheek, mixing with her own sweat. Her gasps echoed his, while his groans followed hers. They panted each other’s names. Their lips connected, teeth clacking against one another, tongues tangling, twisting, sliding along the other’s.
Gregory moaned her name like a prayer, while Stacey whispered his name like a promise. They were here. Finally. Where they were always meant to be. In each other’s arms. Connected. Fused like two objects bound together with the most powerful bonding glue. Becoming one. Breathing one another’s air. Their souls uniting. Their hearts beating in sync. And as Gregory sped up his thrusts even more, the harsh, wet, sticky, nasty smacking of their flesh resounding loudly in the kitchen, he slid his fingers down the top of Stacey’s shorts and panties and rubbed her swollen clit, his shaft, coated in her juices gliding just beyond his fingertips.
“Cum for me, Stacey,” he demanded.
“Gre-Gre-Gregory!” Stacey yelled out as she tightened around him, her body trembling and shaking from the force of her orgasm. He wrapped her arms around his head tightly as she rocked and shivered, bouncing up and down trying to drain him of his seed.
Satisfied that he’d given her pleasure, Gregory finally let go and roare
d out her name as he pumped her full of his cum. He pressed closely to her, holding her to him so that not a drop was wasted, and he chanted how much he loved her over and over again.
She had to know now. Had to see it. Feel it. Just… know… what he’d always known. That they belonged together.
“I love you,” he breathed against her neck.
“Oh Gregory, I—” Stacey began.
“Stacey? Are you home?” Tommy’s voice came from the entryway of the apartment.
Gregory was stunned when, instead of preparing themselves to face Tommy with the evidence of their lovemaking and the revelation of their new relationship, he was shoved backwards. Stacey then jumped down off the counter and fixed her clothing while hissing at him to fix his clothes.
What the fuck just happened?
Stacey
What the fuck just happened? Stacey asked herself as she rushed out of the kitchen towards Tommy—her fiancé—who was sorting through the mail.
“Hey sweetheart, how are you?” she questioned breathlessly as she leaned up to press a kiss against his cheek.
Tommy turned to look at her, quirking an eyebrow. Stacey held her breath, hoping she didn’t look as guilty as she felt.
“Have you been working out?” he asked her with a frown. “You took off work today because you said you were feeling sick.”
Stacey swallowed and scrambled to come up with an excuse—a reason—for her disheveled appearance. Deciding to go ahead and use the reason Tommy had offered her, she nodded her head.
“Yeah, I was. I was working out when Hunter showed up, as a matter of fact,” she said, ignoring Tommy’s scowl. His jealousy was well-founded and justified. If he knew what he’d almost walked in on…
“My mom always told us that sweating rid your body of any toxins floating around in your system,” she finished with a hesitant smile. She waited with bated breath to see how her excuse would sit with Tommy.
He grinned at her after a moment of silence and nodded. “Well, she’s right, but rest also helps to rid you of any type of illness you know that, right?” he told her.
