We really are, but only when it comes to each other.
I smile and lean against the window, allowing the night breeze to tangle through my unruly curls. I like to think we have a connection, stronger than anyone other than us could possibly understand. Like a bond that ties not only our bodies, but also our minds and souls.
As if sensing my revelation, Grey reaches out and connects my fingers with his. I look at him without holding back how I feel for him. My heart, my soul—everything I could possibly hold in my body, I willingly allow him to take it, conquer it. And as I look into his eyes, I see past all the pain and hurt he has put onto me; I see past the darkness and spot a small spark of light. I want so desperately to reach in there and make a grand light show. I want to show him that he does deserve me, and we do deserve each other, and I do deserve to love him and be loved.
Thirty minutes later, we are in the middle of nowhere.
I can’t help but be a little confused.
“Where are we—?”
Again, he shuts me up with his lips. The kiss is passionate and makes my heart go wild. He pulls me into his lap, and I tug at the hem of his dress shirt. He kisses me like he’s afraid I will disappear. I unbutton his shirt until my fingers hit the cold metal of his belt buckle. I tug at his belt and moan as I grind myself on his impossibly hard member.
“Fuck—don’t tease me like that, baby,” he grunts, squeezing my bare thigh. “Or you’ll regret it.”
I nod frantically, believing him.
I gasp in shock when we are flipped, and I am on my back while he is in between my legs. He looks so imperfectly perfect: his dark hair disheveled, inky-black eyes glinting with troublesome intentions, chest, torso, and arms littered with black ink that hold meaning while others are just meant to scare you off. But in all of his blackness, I see light. I want to snuff it out. Who wants a blinding light when you can have this beautiful man with all his flaws and pure love for me in the dark, doing whatever you want, sinful or downright dirty?
“You are so beautiful,” I croak, and he bites his lip, furrowing his brows. I watch as he lowers himself onto me, inhaling me from in between my breasts to my neck. I moan and curl my fingers around his neck.
“No, you are the beautiful one,” he rasps, making every hair on my body rise. I moan and wiggle beneath him, moving my hips slowly as he drags my shorts down. I impatiently kick my feet, almost kicking him in the face as my flats fly off.
“I am so sorry,” I exclaim, sitting up, hands over my mouth.
He laughs but it is soft and not mocking. “It’s okay.” He glances down, and I do too, blushing even harder. “I’m a little excited too.”
I can’t help but giggle, and he rolls his eyes and pushes me back. He hovers over me and tips my chin, dragging my head up. Lips touch and a need for him fills me instantly, like I wish he would do to me. Now.
“You know, we can always talk—” I begin, pulling away slightly. But then he grazes his teeth along my teeth and sucks. I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Or not,” I breathe, and he laughs, brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear, eyes glued to my lips.
“No talking,” he confirms. I gasp and bite my lip when he trails his tough fingertips down my arm…all the way down to my butt. He squeezes it, pulling me toward his chest. “Plus…” he drawls, and I pant with need as he circles his finger around my clitoris. He leans up and sits on his knees. Locking dark, lustful eyes with me, he forcefully pushes my legs apart and smirks. “Abuela always said to never eat with my mouth full.” I don’t understand what he means until he bends down and cups his mouth around my vagina, tongue running flat down my clitoris.
“Oh my God!” I cry out in surprise and a brutal shock of pleasure.
“Take off the shirt, although you look so fucking sexy in it,” he instructs and flicks his tongue, making me cry out again.
I am quick to tug it off and drop it on the floor. I arch my back and weave my fingers through his thick hair, giving it a nice tug. He groans into me, and I make a strangled sound. His tongue flips and circles around me, tasting me on another level. The feeling is almost indescribable. I see stars and push his head harder, greedy for his mouth.
“Please,” I moan, gripping my own hair and arching higher. I moan his name and whisper, “Grey mmmm…that feels so good.”
“You taste heavenly, princesa,” he actually moans. I think I am starting to come just hearing it. Then, as if he really wants to make me explode, he grunts in his deepest, yet velvety voice, “Tan jodidamente bueno. Me haces difícil, lo sabes, ¿Verdad, nena?” (So fucking good. You make me hard, you know that, don’t you, baby?)
I nod, feeling his fingers clutch my thighs. “Sí, Grey. Pero quiero que me enseñes. Por favor, que me jodan. Te necesito tanto que te duela.” (Yes, Grey. But I want you to show me. Please, fuck me. I need you so badly it hurts.)
“Fuck, yes,” he nearly growls but doesn’t budge. His tongue picks up speed, and he even plunges two fingers into me. I scream his name over and over from the shock and pleasure hitting me again and again. He whispers dirty, blush-worthy things while swirling his tongue like the fucking pro he is.
When I finally come, my eyes roll in the back of my head and I yell his name. I am pretty sure the whole of Venezuela has heard. Finally, he puts his weight up on his hands, leaning over me like a dark, fallen angel, lips moist with my release. “Give me a kiss.” His voice is rough, but I don’t care. I kiss his lips covered with me, and I moan at how good I taste. I lick his lips and suck on his lower one.
“Holy fuck,” he drawls, cupping my pussy and playing with my sensitive clitoris. I feel him smile against my lips. “You are just my Princesa traviesa, ¿No es usted?” (Naughty little princess/ aren’t you?)
I answer him by attacking his lips with mine whilst pulling off his belt. “¿Qué crees?” (What do you think?)
“Shit,” he says breathlessly, and I giggle, only making him grow in darkness. He kisses me with greed and passion and everything in between. I feel him shift and hear his boots collide with the ground. I unzip his dress pants and tug them and his boxers down forcefully. He leans back until his back is on the wide seat, and I am on top. “Condom,” he says just as I am about to get onto his glistening wet dick.
Jesus H. Christ, was I about to get on him without protection? I’m becoming so wild because of him…I think I’m getting addicted to it.
He leans over and digs in his pants pocket. I raise a brow when he pulls out a brand new pack of condoms. “What?” He shrugs, smirking. “I stopped on the way back to the house.”
I flush and look away. He had seen this coming. Well, I guess I sort of did too. Like I said, he’s started an unbelievable craving for him earlier today.
When the condom is securely placed on him, I smile giddily.
He laughs, but it quickly transforms into a sigh of relief when I slowly sit on him. I do the same and nearly pass out because of how great he feels. “Fuck…montarme, princesa,” he gripes, holding my waist. (Ride me, princess.)
I nod frantically, slowly rocking my hips against him. “Oh my God!” I exclaim. It feels so deep like this, and I feel like I am going to implode. I continue grinding against him, bouncing a little even, and he cries out my name over and over like a prayer. I splay one hand against his hard stomach while the other is gripped in my curly hair, clutching tightly as if to keep me grounded.
“Fuck, you look…fuck! You look good.” His eyes are pinch closed as he struggles to find the right words. “You look so fucking sexy,” he finally says, drawing the word out.
I suck on my bottom lip before letting both of my hands fall against his chest. I drag them down and moan while he cries out, lifting his hips to meet mine, “Y te sientes increíblemente increíble, Grey. Tan jodidamente bueno. Oh, mi—” (And you feel fucking amazing, Grey. So fucking good.) And I’m not lying. Has it ever felt this great? This fucking good to the point that I’m looking down at the planet and the heavens and hell, all
combined. I grind my hips harder and feel my sex quake under his cock. “Grey,” I groan his name, closing my eyes.
“More,” he growls, flipping us over quickly. I don’t complain. He grabs one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder and pounds into me, hitting my G-spot too fucking perfectly.
“Grey!” I scream his name on the top of my lungs, my eyes rolling in the back of my head and falling down to my stomach. “Please—” I whimper, not knowing what I mean.
“Please what? Please fuck you until you can’t remember your fucking name?” he gripes, hitting the spot shaper. I scream his name. “Fuck you until your screaming my name so loud, so hard you lose your voice?” His hips grow faster, and I grab his torso and drag my fingers down his abdomen, needing something to claw to get my worked-up tension relieved.
“Yes, please. All of the fucking above,” I breathe, arching my back while gripping him.
He smirks, and my heart leaps in my chest. He resembles an angel whose intentions are nothing but good. But then he leans down and the light shifts, and his eyes glow through the dark with intentions to rip me apart and suck out my soul. I welcome him all the same and grip his hair as he presses his lips to mine, still thrusting in and out of me haphazardly.
I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the ends of his hair while he works with everything he has in him to slowly drive me to insanity. I migrate my hands down his back, gripping his warm skin between my nails. He cries out in my mouth, and I moan loudly at how it affects me, making me grow tighter around him. He feels it too, and I feel his cock twitch in me. He removes his lips from me and curses my name.
“Come for me, Grey,” I moan, my voice guttural. “Please, please, pl—please—ugh, fuck!”
“Fuck, I’m coming, bebé,” he announces, leaning back slightly, and I admire the sweat lingering in his hair and across his forehead and muscles, skimming his beautiful array of tattoos. The sight of him makes me come alone.
“Ahhhh!” I scream, gripping his shoulders so tightly, I fear I am causing him to bleed.
He sits up on his knees and fucks me in the deepest, most delicious way possible. “Fuck!” he screams loudly, and I feel his member grow heavy as he comes. I bite my lip and hold in my moans as he continues to pound into me, getting himself off more. As he does, another burst of pleasure hits me and I groan his name, pulling him to me. He sucks my neck, and I stare up at the ceiling of the truck.
Finally, he stills, and I finally breathe for what feels like an eternity. Like I was going to die or implode if I didn’t.
He picks me up like a feather and flops down on the seat, pulling most of my body on him.
“I’m—”
He cuts me off by reaching down to the ground and unfurling a plaid blanket, laying it on me completely. I sigh in relief and kiss his chest appreciatively. He really can read my mind.
“Thank you.” I blush.
He chuckles, and I stare up at him. “No problem.” He brushes my crazy curls past my forehead and pulls me up a little, then lightly brushes his knuckles against my cheek. I close my eyes and lean my head against his warm chest, listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat beneath his chest.
“What are we doing?” I whisper, feeling my eyes grow heavy with exhaustion.
“Shhh…we’ll figure it out later.” He presses his lips to my forehead for a moment, then pecks my nose. “Just go to sleep now. M’kay?” His soft voice is enough to push me over the edge of sleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
I wake up to the distinct chirping of birds. I groan, shifting slightly, feeling hot yet cold at the same time. I slowly open my eyes and stare through my blurry vision. I sit up and know why I feel cold. I’m sitting on the leather seats of Grey’s uncle’s truck. Yet I also feel hot because of the Venezuelan morning pouring through the cracked windows. I rub my face and yawn widely, then slump my shoulders. I could really go for some coffee to fully have me up.
I look around to tell Grey we should probably leave now and feel my stomach drop when I don’t see him anywhere. He wouldn’t ditch me in the middle of nowhere. I know he wouldn’t, because I would find him and murder him. I finally settle on putting on clothes so I can get out and look for him. Maybe he went for a morning walk…? Then it hits me, and I snort at myself. Grey barely gets up before one in the afternoon. What makes me think he’d get up when the sun has just risen to walk?
When I come up with nothing but his dress shirt from yesterday, I groan in frustration and anger. That asshole took my clothes to wherever he is, including my underwear! I begrudgingly pull on the thankfully big shirt and button it all the way to the top. I am opening the door when I spot a yellow stick-it note on the dashboard on the driver’s side. I lean over and snatch it up and read it:
To find me, follow the yellow brick road.
“The hell?” I murmur to myself, flipping to the back in case he wrote something that actually makes sense. I come up with nothing. I crumble it and sigh. “How did I fall for you?”
I jump out of the truck, feeling very exposed and angry. He could have at least left my panties. We are in the middle of nowhere, for God’s sake! What if a mad man is driving past, spots me, and steals me away? I would find a way to escape and then kill Grey; that’s what I’d do. I look around for a moment before my eyes land on shrubs and the edge of the woods to my right. I look around the barren place, wondering how this is randomly here, then sigh. If he’s going to be anywhere, it’s in there. In the unknown woods that could be home to how many dangerous species.
“What a gentleman,” I grumble, contemplating if I should go find my crazy man in the weird, random woods. I cautiously walk over and look at the ground. There are a group of pretty dandelion flowers. And as I look into the woods, I see there are a rather specific trail of them. There are also more flowers, but they stick out like a beautiful thumb. “Hmmm…” I take a step forward and enter the woods.
I follow the alluring flowers with a little smile. Okay, this is kind of cool and romantic. So, there is a method to his madness. I push branches out of my way as I walk and listen to birds flapping overhead and chatting about their morning, about a weird girl dressed only in a dress shirt with hair that resembles their houses, trampling through their neighborhood.
I stop walking and gasp when I end up in a little hidden stream with a waterfall. The water is incredibly blue, and more of the dandelions surround the edges of it. And in the midst of it is my insane, wild, but romantic man—Grey.
I walk up to the water’s edge and cross my arms, watching as he swims under the water, butt-naked. I bite my lip and tilt my head, watching as he approaches me. I sit and place my feet in. The water is kind of cold, but I’m sure it’d be warmer if I were in it.
Grey pops up between my legs with a wide smile. “You made it!”
“Barely clothed and a little pissed off, but yes—I did.” I arch an eyebrow, and he smiles sheepishly. “How do you know about this place anyway?” I look around and close my eyes briefly because of the serenity of it all. “It’s really beautiful.”
“Like someone I know.” I open my eyes and look at his smirk.
“Shut up.” I scrunch my nose, and he laughs. I admire his dimples. “How’d you find it?”
He shrugs. “Me and a couple of buddies biked out here one day when I was living here, and we stumbled upon it.”
“That’s quite a trip to a secluded area, don’t you think?” I say in a teasing voice. They probably came all the way out here to do something bad. And I wouldn’t be surprised; I know Grey started out as a little baddie and grew into an ever bigger one.
“Okay, so maybe we came out here because Joshua wanted to show off his older brother’s BB gun,” he says, and I burst into laughter. I knew it! I feel him close to me and open my eyes to find him smiling at me, eyes flickering down at my lips as I laugh. I wrap my arms around his neck. “What? I was curious. Too bad the fucker started testing it out on us.”
“Stop,” I plead.
My stomach is crunching from my laughter. I can imagine a curious little Grey biking out here just to have his ass pelted by a BB gun, running around trying to avoid it, discreetly swearing his vengeance.
“We all jumped in the water and tried to run from it, but he got me in the ass!” he exclaims, and I throw my head back in laughter. “Stop laughing. It isn’t nice to laugh at my traumatic past,” he whines adorably.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I pinch his cheeks and coo, “How ever did you live after that horrific event?”
“Now you’re just mocking me.” He smirks, and I shrug.
“You’re cute when you’re like this.”
“Like what?” He chuckles.
I stare into his glistening black eyes and push his soaked hair back. “Open, funny—”
He gasps and pinches my waist, and I squeal. “Excuse you, I am always funny.”
“Sure.” I wink at him, and he narrows his eyes at me. I don’t see it coming when he splashes me. “Ahh! Don’t do that!” I scramble back on the grass, but he grabs my ankles and pulls me toward him, like he’s trying to get me in the water. My eyes widen, and I shake my head. “I can’t—I can’t swim!”
“I know, I’m going to teach you,” he explains, unbuttoning the bottom of the shirt I’m wearing. I clutch it, but then he makes a face like he’s saying, “Seriously, being shy? Babe, I’ve seen every square inch of you.” I just flush and let him unbutton the shirt. His eyes stare at my chest, and I bite my lip. He looks into my eyes and grabs my hips. “Hold onto me when you’re in, okay? I’m standing over here because it’s the shallow end. It gets much deeper over there.” He nods over his shoulder, and I follow his gesture, biting into my lip harder.
“Okay…” I say hesitantly. I find it weird how a month or two ago I wasn’t afraid of the water. I was diving into ten-foot pools to clear my head when I could have easily drowned. And now, now I’m terrified because I’m more aware of that happening. I guess now I have something I’m afraid to lose…
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