Grey: The Infatuation (Spectrum Series Book 2)

by Allison White

  I inhale deeply and try not to cry in pleasure when he enters me. I curl my toes in the sheets and drag my feet along his calves until my legs are crisscrossed against his tight back. I never knew I was so flexible until I started having sex. I want to raise my legs higher, so I do. I let a curse slip out of my mouth as he hits my G-spot perfectly.

  “Oh my…that feels…mmmm, Grey,” I whisper and arch my back, pressing down on his, pushing him further in me. I curse again and twirl a tendril of the end of his hair and tug, digging my fingers in his scalp, tugging until he groans and strings along an incoherent sentence in Spanish. Normally, I would have been able to understand what he said, but I’m a little busy at the moment.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, grinding and rolling and rotating his hips. I suck in short breaths and let out raspy moans. I drag my fingers down his neck, sending the hairs to stand up, almost like they’re dancing, and clench my fingers into his muscular back. The muscles beneath his golden skin shift and constrict each time he pulls out and plunges back into me.

  “So much like an angel. I love you, I love you, I love you…” he murmurs, and I smile and yelp as he picks up speed.

  “Te quiero mucho, mi Grey,” I reply and gently kiss the skin just below his ear. He shudders and thrusts hard into me. “Oh my God.” (I love you so much, my Grey.)

  “You like that, bebé?” I can practically hear his smirk.

  “Mm-hmmm.” I can only moan and grip his hair harder.

  I pull back and suck in my bottom lip. He bends down and swipes his tongue over my upper lip and sucks lightly. I release my lower one, and he kisses me sloppily and passionately, but it is just perfect. My stomach tightens, and I feel light-headed. The combination is mind-blowing. It’s like I’m on fire and he’s the wind that amplifies me. But I am not burning out. I am flying high in the wind while he blows on my back.

  “I love it, Grey. So, so, much. Keep—fuckkk—keep doing that.”

  I move my hands to his face and clutch his scarred but beautifully sculpted face. I need more. I need so much more. This isn’t enough. It’s enticing, but I need more.

  Without knowing my plan for this extreme greediness in me, I move my hands to his shoulders and push against him. He grips my hip and tries to push me back down, but I force him under me and kiss him even deeper. Our kissing becomes more feverish, and I have to pull back to breathe. I scrape my fingers down his chest as I close my eyes and move my hips.

  It feels weird, fuller, with me on top. But it’s also the fire I was desperately searching for.

  “Are you—shit—okay this way?” he grunts and looks me in my eyes.

  “Yeah, yeah…it just—” I moan and move my hips slowly, causing him to clutch my hips. “It just feels a little weird. But also really good.” I laugh, and he smiles up at me. I lean down and attach my lips to his. He kisses me with so much passion, I almost can’t handle it.

  I continue to move and swirl my hips, and he grabs my hair, moving the other hand to my butt. He kneads my skin, and I curse and kiss him harder. He moves his hips up and down to meet my strokes, and I scream into his mouth. He swallows it with a crooked smile.

  Me on top of him feels so good, it’s almost too much for me to keep up. But with the way he’s cradling my back and kissing me with so much passion, so much fire, and meeting my movements—he makes it more than bearable. I play and twist his hair between my fingers.

  He pulls back and presses his forehead against mine. “No one is ever going to make you feel this way,” he murmurs, then continues in his native language. “Eres mío, princesa. Solo mío.” (You’re mine, princess. Only mine.)

  “Y tú eres solo mío,” I respond and moan his name. He kisses me from my forehead, to my nose, to my cheeks, everywhere. And with each kiss, I can feel my heart pound harder and harder against my chest. Begging for fresh air. My stomach twists, and my lips tingle. “I’m close,” I announce and gulp, but he smashes his lips against mine, and I grip his face and roll my hips. He grips my waist. (And you’re only mine.)

  “Vente para mí bebé,” he whispers in my ear, his raspy voice igniting the pleasure that sweeps across my body like a wave of wildfire. (Come for me, baby.)

  “Grey!” I scream his name and moan over and over, leaning up and dragging my fingers down his chest as I reach my climax. Stars dance across my eyelids and the universe spins as I experience my most intense orgasm yet. I suck on my bottom lip and continue to rock my hips against him as he digs his fingernails into my skin. Literally. He sits up and move his hips faster, and I bounce against him, wrapping my arms around him for dear life.

  “Fuck, yes, I’m—” he grits out, and I feel him twitch within me before he explodes. I shut my eyes and kiss him feverishly. He pushes my hair back and grips my face. I pull back as he tugs on my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes. I almost come again at the sight of those charcoal eyes digging into my soul, leaving handprints I wouldn’t mind bragging about.

  I smile widely, feeling my heart grow wings and flap like crazy, and kiss him again. He smiles, and it is all teeth and tongue and pure love at its finest. I feel my eye corners curl as I burst into a fit of laughter. He chuckles, and I fall beside him as he shuffles down and wraps my leg across his waist. More like flings it across. I splay my hand on his chest, huffing out and sucking in. I watch him close his eyes, examining the sweat that crosses his forehead and travels down his chest.

  Moist and golden. He looks so content. I can look at him for an eternity, and I would never grow tired of the way his lips creak into a cocky smirk or the way his dimples slowly pop into his cheek when I say something amusing or the way his hands need to find me for serenity.

  The room is silent, save for our panting, but it’s a nice silence. Comfortable, even. Actually, it’s like we both finished a marathon and are able to finally catch our breaths. After all the ups and downs, and the drama, and the whiplash emotions thrown from both of us…we can finally breathe. He and I are connected, and by the way he glances down at me with a crooked smile, we conclude that we’ve finally ran through the banner.

  And now we can relax.

  “Do you remember when you were so against us even kissing?” He breaks the silence after a few minutes. He twirls my hair between his fingers, and I sigh, tracing the words on his ribs. “But now look at you. Riding me into the fucking sunset.”

  “Ugh, Grey…” I whine and press my face into his hard chest. I bounce up and down as he laughs and runs his rough palm up the length of my back.

  “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, and I turn my head, push my unruly hair back, and look into his eyes, gently running my finger over his puffy bottom lip as he speaks. I love his lips so much; they’re like clouds from a super-soft planet. “I think it’s progressive. It means that, well, you grew to be comfortable with me. You trusted me.”

  “I think I’ve always been comfortable with you,” I admit. “I didn’t have to try that hard when it came to you. I just…well, I was scared of loving you because I never had before. But I’m glad I did.” I snap out of looking at nothing, deep in space, and find him watching me, that same smile slanted across his face.

  “It’s kinda hard not to love me, though,” he says; I scoff and playfully slap his chest. He chuckles, and I watch his eyes crinkle, smiling to myself. He lets out a deep breath and scrunches his eyebrows together. “Hey, what’s that shit you and Martin were talking about earlier?”

  “His name’s Matthew, and a program,” I say. “It’s where I’ll learn hands-on training and gather even more detailed information on psychology. It’s actually really hard to get into. They only accept a small handful over the entire country, based on our entries,” I explain.

  “Holy shit,” he says, his eyes wide and a proud smile thick across his face. “What was your entry about?”

  “There was a lot to choose from, but I chose dementia.” I smile softly, and he nods.

  “Is it bad that I don’t even know what that
is, and I take psychology?” He squishes his face adorably. I laugh and shuffle up to his face.

  “Yes, it’s quite horrible,” I whisper, and he eyes my mouth. I raise a brow and wiggle it. He bites his lower lip before smacking my butt. I yell and laugh, but he drowns them out as he grabs my chin and pulls my lips down to meet his.

  In this moment, I know I am complete, and I wish to never be partial ever again.

  Chapter Forty-One

  The next morning, I’m filled with an extra pep in my step. I feel stupid hopping around the kitchen in just his shirt, crazy sex hair, and an actual sex scent lingering all around me. I know I smell like I should take three hot showers and a bath, but I’m too giddy to stand still in the shower. But I can somewhat stand still and make breakfast. I play music and dance in front of the stove as I do.

  I hear the shower running as I make bacon. He must be going somewhere. But he’s not the only one. I didn’t get up early for my health. Well, it felt like I literally had to with this much energy wired throughout my body, but it was for another more important reason: I have to buy gifts, since Christmas is so close. I’m normally such an organized person, and I would have gotten it done a month ago, maybe even October. But I guess I’ve been so wrapped up in all the craziness happening with Grey that I completely blanked.

  But I have a little problem; I don’t have any way of getting there. The snow is coming down hard today, and the bus delay will be insane. I would have Grey drive me, but I can’t do that and buy his present. So I call Jaimie and plead for her to take me. She was hesitant, pissed that I ruined her party with the fight outside, but after I promised her a two bags of her beloved cronuts, she agreed.

  I flip the last pancake as Grey emerges from the hallway. He is ruffling his wet hair with a towel, wearing a black shirt, as usual, that hugs his biceps and jeans hanging dangerously low on his hips. I stare at him shamelessly as he grins, walking into the kitchen. I’m pretty sure I’m drooling, but I couldn’t care less. He’s my man and boy, does he look good…

  He rounds the counter as I slide the pancake on his plate and set it on the island in front of me. His arms snake around me, and he bends down and stuffs his face in my neck. I smile as he deeply inhales me and kisses my neck. I moan softly and briefly worry I smell nasty, but the way he’s kissing my skin right now, I don’t think he cares or even notices. Maybe he loves the scent of what we did on me…the thought makes me wildly aroused.

  “Buenos días, princesa,” he whispers in a raspy voice that makes my stomach tingle. (Good morning, princess.)

  “I made pancakes,” I say excitedly, turning off the stove.

  He groans and grips my waist. “Is that all I get?” He picks me up and sets me on the counter beside the stove. His nose nuzzles in my neck, and I let out a giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.

  “Okay, okay.” I whisper, “Good morning, Grey.”

  He sighs contentedly and pecks my lips. “Much better.”

  “Where you headed off to? You washed your hair.” I scrunch my nose, and he rolls his eyes.

  “I have some business to take care of,” he vaguely says, and I lift a questioning brow. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything that’ll be dick-ish.” Then what is he going to do? I’m curious and I want to ask, but I told myself I wouldn’t hound him like a clingy girlfriend. Just because we’re together doesn’t mean I have to know what he does every second of every day.

  “Good.” I simply pat his shoulders, and he looks at me weirdly.

  “What about you? Got any non-dick-ish things to do today?” He reaches behind me and takes a chunk out of a bacon strip.

  “Oh, just a few things.” I clear my throat and grin.

  “You’re hiding something,” he states, and I wave a hand at him. He raises his eyebrows and chews with a bemused expression. I know I’m a terrible liar. He knows too, but he just nods. “But I guess I’ll see you after you do your mysterious non-dick-ish thing.”

  “I guess you will.” I lean forward and cheekily take a bite of the end of his bacon strip. He stops chewing, and I bounce my eyebrows up and push him back. I hop off the counter and walk toward the bathroom, flashing him a small smile over my shoulder. I may be more than a little giddy this morning…what? He’s insatiable and, honestly, so am I.

  After stripping, I enter the shower. The water feels amazing as I scrub the soap against my skin. I look around and make a mental note to buy shampoo—meaning shampoo that smells like lavender, not cinnamon spice.

  Not even five minutes pass before the curtain is pulled back. I jump, shocked, because I thought he’d wait until after I showered. He stares at me with an unreadable expression.

  “What are you doing—” He cuts me off in the most shocking way.

  He steps inside, fully clothed, and swallows my laughter when he smashes his lips on mine. He presses me against the tile and lifts me up. I can’t help but laugh in his mouth as he becomes soaked, but he doesn’t even mind. He is absolutely insane…and, really, so am I. Because I wouldn’t have this any other way.

  ***

  Shopping for a present for Grey proved to be a harder task than I thought. I have been to countless clothing stores, the jewelry store, hardware stores—everywhere—but I can’t find anything he would like or even use. I could buy him a pair of socks, but that’d just be too much of a cop out and insensitive. I give my father top-notch golf putters, which are not cheap; I can’t just give my boyfriend socks for our first Christmas.

  It sucks because I’m usually great at buying presents. I could look at a person and buy them the perfect gift. Like, for Jaimie, I got her a pair of Ray-Bans since she broke hers and has been complaining about it ever since. I think they’ll look great with the ridiculous boots she nearly burned a store over that Julia got her for her birthday. I got Julia an expensive leather jacket, one that comes with hidden pockets that I actually thought were admittedly cool. As for Mason, I got him a collection of silk ties from Nordstrom that were quite expensive, even though they’re just ties since he’s becoming a lawyer.

  Speaking of, I haven’t talked to him since I told him his sister missed him. I thought for sure he would have gone to Jaimie’s birthday party, but he didn’t, and I’ve been worried ever since. I’ve called, texted, and left voicemails, but he has yet to return any of them. Instead of damn ties, I want to give him a stern lecture that he can’t just fall off the goddamn planet without any warning. And a hug. I miss him a lot.

  “Find anything for your man yet?” Jaimie plops down beside me on the bench. She went off to shop while I shopped for her, Julia, and Mason. Using her car keys, I put the shopping bags in the back of her car and came back inside, fully intent on finding something good for Grey—nay, something perfect. I’ve been sitting here for a good ten minutes, literally thinking of any possibility for a good present for Grey. But I came up with nothing.

  “I am the worst girlfriend ever,” I groan and cover my face with my hands.

  “No, you aren’t.” She slings a hand over my shoulder and forces my hands down. I curl my fingers in my lap and frown.

  “Yes, I am. I don’t know what to get him. It’s like I don’t even know him at all.” I cover my face again and lean my head into my lap. “Our relationship is a sham!” I whine. I probably look like I’m having a psychotic breakdown. I think I am…

  “What am I gonna do, Jaims?” I sit up and face her, but she’s too busy eating a cronut to pay attention to my meltdown. “Jaimie!”

  “What?” she mumbles and looks at me with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I was mid-cronut. Look, don’t worry. Your relationship is not a sham. I didn’t know what to get Julia for our first Christmas together, either.”

  “Really?” I find it hard to believe. They’re amazing together.

  She nods. “Mm-hmmm. But you know what I did give her?”

  “What?”

  She gestures to her body with a smile. “My body, and boy did she love it. Wrapped up a certain box all good f
or her, and she ate it up…literally.” She bounces her eyebrows. I gasp and slap my hands to my ears and sing over her words. She laughs a gut-wrenching laugh and tears my hands from my ears. “We went at it allllll night.”

  “Gross. Stop, Jaim!” I plead, and she rolls her eyes.

  “You can’t be all innocent, not after he banged you against the windows,” she says with a devilish smile, sliding her tongue across her teeth, standing. I follow after her and groan, instantly regretting telling her what happened this morning.

  “I should not have told you about that.”

  “Would it make you feel any better if I told you all the locations Julia and I got it on?” She bumps my shoulder, and I quickly shake my head. “You’re too tense and bummed out. How about you come with us to the annual ‘fuck off school, Christmas is here’ kegger tonight?”

  “I don’t know what that is, nor do I want to go to it.” Knowing how much Fate hates me, Diana will probably be there. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to act around someone I punched in the face. Do I punch her again? Does she try to instantly tear my face off? I don’t want to find out, either way.

  “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun,” she promises. “There’ll be beer, music, and no Diana. Yeah, don’t think I can’t read your mind.”

  “I don’t know…” I don’t want to take the chance.

  “Just think about it, okay?” she sighs, and I nod. “Good, now help me find the perfect outfit for one of my gifts to Julia.” She pulls me to Victoria’s Secret.

  Oh God…

  ***

  “Higher…higher…okay, to the left…just a little more…and…stop!” I gently place the bright red ornament on the tree, centered between a green and a golden one. I play around with it and space them out just perfectly until my ladder beneath me groans and begins to complain.