Forbidden Love (Forbidden Trilogy)

by S. R. Watson

  The adjuster is working and he hasn’t even pulled it out yet. I lift my hips so that he can pull my jeans off. “What if someone comes in here?” I ask suddenly thinking about the possibility of someone hearing us.

  “It’s Friday afternoon love. All of the other executives on this floor are gone for the day. Gloria was the last to leave. Although, nobody would dare enter without permission anyway,” he smiles as he continues to undress me. “We need to work on your trust baby. I don’t know what other way to say I just want you.” Once he has me completely naked, he lays me back against the sofa and spreads my legs. My feet rest against the coffee table while he enjoys the view. The ceiling to floor windows cast the afternoon light across my body, but I refuse to cover myself. This gorgeous man loves my body and I’m starting to embrace my nudity with him. He begins to undress and I want to lick every sinew of muscle. He strokes himself as he approaches me and the visual has me horny as hell.

  “Stand up,” he commands. I don’t miss the subtle voice change. I love his dominant side. I do as he instructs and he turns me to face the city below. He places my hand on the glass and slightly spreads my feet apart. Holy hell. He wants the whole city to watch him fuck me. I don’t have long to fret. He enters me from behind and it feels so damn good. “Brace yourself good baby,” he warns.

  He wraps one hand around my neck and fists my hair with the other. He alternates his grip around my neck while slightly pulling my hair and plunging into me. The varying degrees of roughness have my head spinning and stars dancing behind my eyes. I back my ass into him, loving how deep he’s going. “Shit Grayson,” I scream out. He picks up the pace and his own guttural groans escape him. He tightens his grip around my neck briefly before releasing and the euphoria that follows is something I’ve never encountered before. My legs begin to give out from under me as I come the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. Grayson grabs me by the waist while screaming his own release.

  “Fuck, that was epic,” Grayson shouts. I’m boneless. What the fuck was that? Epic is an understatement. He carries me over to the sofa and lays us both down with me on his chest. “Just breathe and relax baby. You’re feeling the effects of the temporary asphyxiation. He strokes my back and I allow myself to totally relax. I imagine that orgasm I just experienced is what being high feels like. The feeling is indescribable. Grayson is a triple threat. He’s gorgeous, smart, rich, dominant, fucks like a stallion, and has sex tricks up his sleeve to completely make you addicted. Okay so maybe he is a sextuple threat. I giggle at my own assessment.

  “What’s so funny baby?” he asks from underneath me.

  “You’re a sextuple threat,” I chuckle. I look down at him and he just smiles.

  “I’m glad you think so baby. And I’m all yours,” he says thrusting his hips upward. His erection pokes me and I know my relax time is over. I straddle my knees across his lap and he doesn’t need an invitation. He positions himself at my entrance and slides into the hilt. I rock slowly, enjoying how he stretches me. He grabs my ass with both hands and pushes his cock deeper. I watch his face contort in the sexy way it does as I grind against the base of him. He slaps my ass cheek and the sting causes instant wetness. He smiles knowingly. He bounces me harder on his shaft and I begin to whimper his name intelligibly. “That’s it. Let go baby. Come for me.” He angles his hips in his signature move and I’m falling over the edge. He wraps both of his arms around my waist and his hips piston as he drives into me.

  “Fuck!” he comes loudly. I really am spent now. We lay motionless for a few minutes before Grayson gets up gathering his clothes. “I have that dinner in an hour baby. You’re welcome to join me,” he offers as he pulls open a closet and pull out another suit.

  “I don’t want to make you late. I would need to go home to shower and change.”

  “You can shower here with me,” he says pointing toward what I’m guessing is the bathroom. “I can have Stanley make a run to one of the department stores not far from here and—”

  “Grayson, it’s okay. Seriously. Sorry about the melt down earlier. Go to your dinner and come see me after.”

  “Are you sure?” he asks.

  “Absolutely,” I reassure.

  “Okay, but tonight we need to discuss how your meeting with Dr. Greer went.” The change in my demeanor gives me away. “Shit that bad, huh? Damn.” I can see him getting worked up.

  “He said they still have to investigate. He didn’t have any answers for me yet. You just focus on your meeting. We’ll talk later.” I stand up and push him toward the bathroom.

  “Okay. I’ll try to make it quick as possible so I can get back to you baby, but for right now, come shower with me.” Needless to say we have sex or ‘fuck’ as he would say, again in the shower causing him to rush around like a mad man afterwards. The drive home allowed me some time to reflect on the day’s events and how things may change in the near future. My senior year has been a hell of a year. I’ve had enough excitement to last a lifetime. If Vanessa is the corporate behind exposing us, what does that mean for us now that she witnessed that we are still together? He might as well have told her he was taking me to his office to bang me for God’s sake. What if Jordan’s right? What if our continued involvement is part of the investigation? What if Vanessa is feeding them the intel?

  Jordan is snuggled up with Trevor when I enter the condo. “Look who surprised me with a visit.” Her face is going to split open if she grins any harder. We exchange pleasantries and I head to my room. Jordan follows me into my room. “I didn’t know he was coming. I’m here if you need me. Do you need to talk?” I don’t want to keep her from Trevor. I know how much she misses him and I don’t how long he’s staying before he has to leave again.

  “Jordan, I’m fine. I already told you all that I know so far. Go enjoy your man. We’ll talk later.”

  “Okay. I think he wants to take me to dinner.” I can see that she is torn because she thinks she is abandoning me in a time of need.

  “Well hurry up and get out then. Grayson is coming over later and we both can’t be screaming the walls down. We’ll get evicted. How would you explain that to your parents?” I joke. She burst into laughter and I push her out the door. Once the condo is quiet and I’m sure they’ve left, I head into the kitchen to look through our take out drawer. I decide to keep it simple and order a cheese pizza. While waiting for the delivery I gather the work Jordan brought back from the classes I missed this week. The doorbell rings, but it’s too soon for the pizza. Maybe Grayson cut his meeting super short. I’m giddy at the prospect.

  I swing the door open wide, ready to greet my man. I freeze at the surprise standing in my doorway. Seems like today is the day for surprise visitors. “Well, are you going to let me in?” Liam asks. I step aside still stunned. I’m not sure how to process the fact that he’s here. My paranoia goes in to overdrive. What if he’s the one that ratted us out and is here to try to see if I’m still involved with Grayson? It kind of suspicious that after a month of avoiding me he just drops by, without calling might I add.

  “What do you want Liam?” My guard is up and I’m sure he can tell.

  “I’ve been worried about you. You dropped that bomb on me the other day and then when I went by a couple of your classes the next day, you weren’t there. I was scared that maybe you got expelled.” His eyebrows are scrunched in concern, but he is a master at deception.

  “No, I haven’t been expelled. Not yet anyway. Why didn’t you pick up the phone? What if I had company?” Grayson is supposed to come over later and he can’t be here.

  “What do you mean not yet? Do you think they are going to expel you? Your mom will be so pissed. Have you told her about any of this?”

  “No I haven’t. I don’t know what’s going to happen yet so I don’t want to worry her unnecessarily.

  Liam shakes his head to express his disapproval. “I just hope this doesn’t end badly for you.” That pisses me off. What about Grayson? Is he implying that he wan
ts it to end badly for him? I roll my eyes at his insensitivity.

  “You didn’t answer my question? Why didn’t you call? I could’ve had company.” It’s his turn to roll his eyes.

  “By company, you mean Professor Michaels?” His disdain for Grayson is apparent.

  “Grayson,” I correct. “And that is exactly who I mean.” The doorbell rings and this time it is the pizza. Liam offers to pay and I shoot him a dirty look. The delivery guy grins at me with a crooked smile.

  “How is your night going ma’am?” His attempt at small talk is creepy for some reason.

  “Great. Thanks for the quick delivery,” I answer lamely. Liam takes the pizza to the kitchen. I hand the guy a twenty-dollar bill and his hand brushes mine a second too long as he takes the money from me. The scorpion tattoo on the back of his hand mocks me. A shiver passes through and rocks me to the core. This guy is either openly flirty or working for a tip. I was going to tip him anyway. I tell him to keep the change and walk toward the door so he can get the hint. After I get rid of the pizza guy, I see that Liam has already grabbed a couple of slices. Some help he is.

  “What?” he asks innocently. “You don’t mind if I have some pizza do you?”

  “Fine time to ask, if I did,” I answer with dripping sarcasm. He can be so obtuse.

  “Look, I don’t want to piss you off. I don’t like that you’re dating Professor…Grayson,” he corrects himself. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t want to lose you as a friend. I didn’t call partly because I was scared you wouldn’t answer and partly because I knew I needed to tell you this in person. The things I said last time I was here was vile and uncalled for. I wasn’t honest with myself on how much I still loved you and when I saw another man, him of all people, walk out of your bathroom, reality came crashing down on me. It broke me. I realized that I had truly lost you and that I only had myself to blame. I stayed away from you this past month as an attempt to heal. For the first time, I experienced just how hurt you must have felt when I cheated.” His introspection touches me.

  “I know you weren’t yourself that day. I knew there was no way you actually thought I was capable of whoring myself out for a grade. I won’t lie and deny that it hurt that you could be so harsh.” He puts his pizza down and walks around the counter to pull me into a hug.

  “I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me. Please tell me I haven’t loss our friendship too.” I hug him back before pulling away.

  “Liam, I can forgive you, but first I have to ask you again. Did you report Grayson?

  A lone tear slides down his cheek and it’s tearing me up inside to see him hurting. Not from a romantic interest, but as a friend that I have vested time with. “Siobhan, I promise you I didn’t report you guys. I’m hurt, but I never want to see you hurt ever again.”

  “So you understand that in order for us to remain friends, you’re going to have accept the man in my life whether that be Grayson or someone else down the road.” He nods in understanding. The last residual doubt that he may have been the one to report us disappears. The man standing before me genuinely still loves me and wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.

  “I don’t have to be best friends with the guy, but I respect your choice. Thank you for giving our friendship another shot. I can’t even blame Grayson for pummeling my ass. I was out of line.”

  “Well let’s put all that behind us and dig into this pizza,” I suggest to lighten the mood. I lose track of time and we’re laughing our asses off as we take a walk down memory lane. The doorbell rings a third time and my heart sinks. Shit. I forgot about Grayson.

  “I’ll get it,” Liam offers and I nearly knock him down.

  “No. It’s Grayson. He’s not going to be too happy to see you here.” I wipe my suddenly sweaty palms on my jeans and slowly open the door. The murderous look in Grayson’s eyes and the jaw twitch hint that he is passed irate.

  “What the fuck is this motherfucker doing here?” he booms. “You give me shit about Vanessa having a business lunch in my office and then you have your ex come over a few hours later?” I reach for him, but he moves out of my reach.

  “She didn’t know I was coming over. I needed to apologize. To you too actually.” Liam’s last statement surprises me. And from the change in Grayson’s posture, I’m guessing he is too. Grayson blows out a deep breath so Liam continues. “I’ve already apologized to Siobhan for the things I said and the way I behaved. I was out of line. I apologize for the things I said too man. I was just angry and hurt. I respect Siobhan’s choices and I wish you two the best. You have a great woman there.” Liam heads toward the door, but Grayson’s voice stops him. Liam slowly raises his bowed head. His eyebrows knit in curiosity of what Grayson is going to say to him. The pain etched in his features lets me know that speech took everything in him—to fold his cards. Grayson places one hand on his hip and runs his hand through his hair with other. He takes a cleansing breath before walking towards Liam. It’s obvious he wasn’t expecting his apology.

  “I apologize for flying off the handle. My last impression of you wasn’t great. I know it took a lot to say what you just did and I can respect that. I love Siobhan fiercely and unconditionally. As long as you are respectful of my presence in her life, I think we’ll be fine. Thank you for making amends with her, I know she still cares for you as a friend.” The two men in my life shake hands and I couldn’t be happier. Jordan will be mad that she missed the reunion. Grayson walks Liam to the door and they even crack a few jokes. A true Kodak moment. After Liam leaves, Grayson walks back over to me.

  “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions,” he apologizes again.

  “We’re even then,” I say slyly. “Maybe you need my version of the attitude adjuster.”

  “Baby, I can promise you if we start something right now, we won’t get any talking done and we need to talk,” he chides. “Now tell me everything so I can be up to speed.” I tell him that I was completely honest. I delve into how the conversation went with Dr. Greer. He flinches from time to time because he doesn’t like that I shared the guilt or that I admitted that the final decision to enter into the arrangement was mine, but he told me to tell them everything. He wanted me to tell the truth. He runs his hands through his hair again and grunts. He knows he promised me that he would stop looking at me as the victim in this.

  “Dr. Greer said he would meet with the discipline committee after he investigates things further. He wants to make sure that I earned my grade.”

  “Baby, I told them I was the pursuer just like I said back at my place when you got so upset with me. You just cast the light right back on yourself as having equal guilt in this.”

  “I did, damn it. How many times do I have to say that? I refuse to let you fall on the sword for me. It would devastate me for you to be persecuted alone for a decision that was ultimately mine to make.”

  “Baby, I have to go.” He makes strides toward the door.

  “Why? Are you upset with me now?” I won’t run after him.

  “No. I just need some time to think. I’m going to have to use a different approach, but I need to move fast. I’ll call you,” he says as he walks out the door. He doesn’t even look back. Okay now I do need Jordan, but I won’t interrupt her date. I head to my room and change and slip off my clothes. This was not how I saw the night going. I crawl under my covers with my phone in my hand—willing it to ring. Finally my eyes grow heavy and I let sleep take me to a place less depressing.

  It’s nearly noon and Grayson has yet to call or text me. My will power falters and I pick up my phone to text him.

  Me: Are we okay?

  Five minutes pass before he answers me.

  Grayson: Yes. On the way to Phoenix to officially finalize the deal we closed last night. I’ll call you when I get back.

  Something is definitely wrong. Why was his text so short and to the point? There was no flirtation—just cold. The dynamics of our relationship shifted last night and I don’t know how t
o fix it. It could be that he is just busy with this new deal, but my gut senses an impending heart break. He is shutting me out by hiding his emotions from me.

  I just wish he would tell me again that everything is going to be okay. What is this different approach that he mentioned? I came into the kitchen with the intent to brew some coffee, but now I just sit here at the counter stunned at the lack emotion in Grayson’s last text. Trevor walks out of Jordan’s room in pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. I didn’t even hear them come in last night. I’m pretty sure they made up for lost time, hence the fact that Jordan is sleeping in. She never does that. I just assumed that she didn’t bother me because she thought I had Grayson in there. Well at least one of us got some. They’re not loud like us.

  “Morning,” Trevor says as he gather ingredients to make breakfast for Jordan. The scene is endearing. The irony is not lost on me that not too long ago, this was Grayson. I’m glad to see Jordan being doted on, but it also makes me miss my man.

  “Morning Trevor,” I reply. “Is Jordan still asleep?”

  “No she is just laying down now if you want to go talk with her.”

  “I’ll talk with her later.” I no longer feel like drinking coffee so I head back to my room.

  “Tell Grayson I said hello,” Trevor says before I make it to my room. They both think Grayson is here so I don’t tell him any better. I don’t want Jordan feeling obligated to come check on me.

  “Will do,” I promise. I crawl back into bed. I think I’ll spend the day here. I scroll through my playlist on my phone, searching for tunes to fill the silence. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts. I use Bluetooth to connect to my speakers wirelessly. Natalie Imbruglia’s “Torn” fills the room and I sink into the covers as I listen to the lyrics. Two minutes into the song and Jordan is banging on the door. I get up to crack the door open. She tries separately to peep through the door.