She rubbed herself against me and pulled at my hair to get closer, mimicking my thoughts – she couldn’t get enough. Where Clara was sweet and demure most of the time, she turned into a lusty, fiery woman when it was just us. I wanted to take the night to explore that, to let her break the chains that’d held her back for so long.
I carried her to the bedroom as our kiss built and built. I was hungry for so much more than a taste of her mouth. I longed for the taste of all of her. Every part of her, every crevasse, every hidden treasure. My tongue would explore each inch of her tonight.
I laid her out on the bed, tearing my mouth from hers. Her hands roamed over me, but I caught them and held them down next to her head. “Easy now, darlin’. Let me love on you.”
Her voice was laden with frustration. “I don’t…what does that mean, Grey?”
“I’ll show you, Clara. Just trust me.”
I remembered last night when I asked her for her trust. When she whispered, “With everything I am,” she about tore my heart out and claimed it for herself.
I stood at the side of the bed, watching her. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes bright, but there was no mistaking the want there. I took my time removing every piece of clothing from her body. With ever tug, I placed a kiss, and with every inch I uncovered, I worshiped. I let her see how much I cherished her and what was between us. She cried out with every touch, every caress, needing more.
“Shhh, darlin’,” I coaxed. “Let me show you.”
“Hurry, Grey,” she pleaded.
When she was finally naked on the bed, I stood at the end and took her in. She was beautiful – the loveliest sight I’d ever beheld. Her hair was mussed, fanning the blankets under her, with breasts full and large, beckoning me. Her nipples were standing at a point, pale pink in comparison to her milky skin. The incline of her belly led to a small, pale triangle of hair between her legs that was short and cropped, barely skin length.
The urgency I felt before came rushing through me anew. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it to the side. I jerked my boots off and ripped my pants down my legs, kicking them aside. Wearing nothing, I crawled onto the end of the bed, next to her feet.
Her eyes burned as she took me in. She held out a hand to me and whispered, “Come here, Grey.”
I lifted one foot and gave her a wicked grin. “Oh, I plan to darlin’. But I’m gonna take my time. I want to learn every part of you first.” I licked the inside of her ankle, dragging it down her calf, and repeated the processes on the other one. “You taste good, darlin’…so damn good. I want to taste you here,” I touched the smooth, soft skin between her legs, “again. Once wasn’t enough.”
“Grey,” she whimpered.
“Shhh, Clara. I’ve got you.” I flipped her onto her belly so that the creamy globes of her ass were there for my perusal. I’d never get enough of this woman’s body. She was perfect.
“Grey,” she tried to protest and roll over, but I stopped her by putting my hand between her shoulder blades.
“Trust me, Clara. Just trust me. Feel me. Feel what I do to you. Let me taste.”
“Oh God.” She fisted the sheets and closed her eyes.
One leg and then the other, I kissed, licked, and touched – up her calves, behind her knees, over her thighs. My tongue glided over her ripe backside, relishing in her surrender. My hands roamed over her back and through her hair during my quest. Her cries and whimpers hit me in the groin, turning my cock to stone.
I turned her onto her back and nuzzled my face between her breasts. I licked the under slope of each one, before paying attention to the rest. When I finally took her nipple between my lips, she was crying out, her head shaking from side to side.
She screamed my name when I tugged on her nipple with my mouth, suckling lightly, as I took the other between two fingers and tweaked it. I released her nipple with a pop and worked my way down her belly. I twirled my tongue around her navel before I dipped lower. I placed both legs over my shoulders, settling between them, at the heart of her. The sight in front of me knocked the wind out of me. I nestled my nose at the top of her sex and breathed in deeply. Something shifted inside of me again, this time more, as I took in her fragrance.
I leaned in and swiped my tongue from her cleft to her clit. She mewled and threaded her fingers through my hair. I made another pass and then focused on her clit again. I took it in my mouth and rubbed it between my lips. She mewled again, sounding almost as if she was in pain, when I knew she was experiencing nothing painful. I teased her entrance with my fingertip as I bit down on her clit.
I took my eyes from what I was doing so that I could watch her. Her head was tipped back, her mouth slightly agape, and her chest rose and fell with heavy pants. I smiled between my ministrations. With my free hand, I took a nipple between my fingers again, rolling it. She screamed and writhed under me.
Seeing her lose control made me do just that. I needed to be inside of her. I surged up and seated myself between her legs. My mouth found hers again as I guided myself inside of her. I sunk in slowly as her tongue tangled with mine, our moans echoing throughout the room
She gasped and rocked her hips forward. “Yes,” she whimpered.
I thrust in the rest of the way and felt her deep, wet warmth meet me. “Oh, Clara.” I moaned and placed kisses along her mouth and jaw. I tucked my head into her neck and plunged in again, over and over. My hips were forceful, demanding with each drag.
“Grey,” she breathed. “Grey!”
Sweat layered us both as I drove in harder. She clawed at my back, needing more. I found her mouth again as our grunts and groans mixed. It tasted like heaven.
She clenched me tighter and tighter, making me more and more urgent with my demands. I needed to feel her shatter, feel her body fall into the abyss before mine.
I brought my hand between us to massage her clit. When I found that little bundle of nerves, I worked it hard with my thumb and slammed into her. Her cries ricocheted off the wall as the first spasm took me to paradise. We moaned together as our orgasms spiraled through us. Every clench from her brought more out of me, and I poured into her. Sublime. Complete and utter ecstasy overwhelmed me, almost to the point that I blacked out.
When we were finally settled and the last tremors left us, I laid to my side and took her with me. She sighed as she rested her head on my chest and gripped my bicep. We were quiet at first, but I broke it when I asked, “How you holdin’ up, darlin’?
“Mmm, perfect.” She nuzzled her cheek against my skin.
My cock was still nestled between her legs. Feeling the bareness, the unguarded intimacy there, caused me to grow hard again. “Perfect?” I asked, my voice like gravel.
“Yeah.”
I laid on my back and brought her with me, urging her to sit up. “How ’bout we make it more perfect?”
She blinked at me, surprised. “Again? Really?”
I grabbed the back of her neck and brought her face down to me. “With you, it’s never enough.” With my cock in hand, I helped her sink down, her heat encasing me once more. “We’re just getting’ started, darlin’.”
Chapter 18
Clara
“Move it a little to the left,” I directed Grey and Adam. “No, too far. To the right just a bit.”
“This shit is heavy, woman. Make up your mind,” Adam grumbled as he and Grey moved my new couch a few inches.
Liking what I saw, I said, “There. Perfect.”
The couch landed on the hardwood floor with a heavy thunk. “Finally. I swear to God, you’re gonna kill us. You’re a freakin’ slave driver,” Adam complained again.
“Stop being such a sissy,” Grey muttered as he stood next to me and hooked an arm around my waist. He glanced around at the living room and kitchen. “It’s comin’ together nicely, darlin’.”
He was right.
The painters were done, and the deliverers were bringing in more furniture. I had new barstools for the island in the kit
chen. My dining room table was already in place. I had a new bedroom suite for one of the bedrooms upstairs, as well as a desk and chair for the other.
It was coming together.
The last couple of days had flown by. The girls and I went shopping like we’d planned, which was when I found my soft and cozy suede couch and coffee table. We had a blast. Sam and Paige seemed to hit it off better the more time they’d spent together. Chelsea got along with everyone – she was highly personable and friendly – but it took some time before she warmed up to Paige. Paige and I had spent our days catching up while we shopped for some other last minute things. She helped me unpack the stuff she’d brought from Chicago, as well. It was nice to see familiar things among the sea of newness.
Even though it had been days, I felt like Grey and I were growing closer. Both of us hated being apart, even though we had other responsibilities to handle. And although I was overjoyed about my new house, I was sad to leave Grey’s. Yes, I was right down the road, but not sleeping together every night and waking up together each morning was going to be killer.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” Grey asked, snapping me from my reveries.
I took a deep breath and then exhaled softly. “Everything.” I peered up at him and gave him a small smile. “The last few days have been crazy. I’m ready to get settled.”
He hauled me closer to him, our chests pressing together, and slid his thumb over my cheek as he studied me. “I’m not gonna lie, darlin’, I’m gonna miss my girls at my place.” Again, he’d read me perfectly. “That means I’ll be here all the time, though. You’re not gettin’ rid of me that easily…so don’t worry.”
I leaned in and kissed his chest. “Good. I don’t want to get rid of you.”
He nuzzled my hair with his cheek. “I like hearin’ that, darlin’.”
“Come on, love birds. We’ve got shit to do,” Adam interjected, watching us with a lip curled in disgust.
Grey reached over and slapped the back of his head, laughing. “Shut up, buzz kill. You’re just jealous.”
“Jealous, my ass,” Adam scoffed.
Chelsea walked in carrying a vase and a large mirror, stopping their banter. “Paige said you wanted this in here,” she told me as she set the vase on the kitchen counter.
“Yes. Thank you. You can set the mirror against that wall.” I pointed to the area next to the stairs.
The two men that delivered the couch came in carrying a sofa table. “Where do you want this one, ma’am?” one man asked.
“Behind the couch, please. Center it if you can,” I replied. Grey let me go so that I could circle the couch to oversee. They did as I asked, and I gave them my thanks before they disappeared again. I found the vase Chelsea brought in and placed it on the end of the table. I took a step back to examine it.
“Want me to hang the mirror?” Grey asked as he watched me.
“If you can, that would be wonderful.”
♥♥♥
We worked for a few more hours until Emma came charging in with Violet on her heels. They were both loaded down with bags of food. “I hope you’re hungry. We brought lunch,” Emma called out.
“Thanks, Mom,” Grey murmured as he greeted her and kissed her cheek.
I gave Emma a hug hello. “Yeah, thanks.”
“We had to feed the horde,” Violet joked as she kissed my cheek.
Noticing that Logan and Bella were nowhere to be found, I asked, “Where’re the kiddos?”
“Logan was gettin’ cranky and Bella was fallin’ asleep when I left, so we decided they’d stay with Brad until you’re finished up for the day.”
Violet interjected, “It’s coming along beautifully, Clara.” She closed her eyes and breathed in deep. “Nothin’ but good energy in here.” She opened them and studied me. “You too, darlin’. Positive energy is just pourin’ off of you.” A smile stretched across her face. “This is good news, dearie – for you and my grandson.”
I coughed to cover my laugh. “Um…thanks, Violet.”
“Why don’t you run up and get everyone while we set everythin’ up,” Grey suggested, giving his grandmother a pointed look.
“What?” Violet asked as she turned to him, not understanding his expression.
“Good idea,” I muttered, bugging my eyes out behind her back.
“Nothin’, Grandma,” he whispered and took her arm, chuckling under his breath, as he led her through the swinging door to the dining room.
Emma was shaking her head, her body vibrating with amusement. “That woman’s nuts, but God, I love her.”
I joined in and laughed, saying, “I’ll be right back,” and turned to head up the stairs. I passed Chelsea on the stairs, her arms full of knickknacks. “Food’s here. We’ll take a break for a while.”
“Great. I’m starved,” she stated, beaming.
I searched my bedroom first, but didn’t find Paige there. I went to Bella’s room. She wasn’t there, either. As I approached the guest bedroom, I heard Paige say, “You’re an asshole,” and I paused.
What in the world?
I leaned in, tilting my head to listen better, as Justin replied. “Just…please, don’t say anythin’. You don’t know what you’re doin’.”
“Riiight,” she drawled sarcastically. “I’d be doing her a favor. You’re a pig.”
Justin growled, “Paige…”
“You need to be held accountable for your actions. This is all your fault, Justin. Not mine.”
“If you tell, I’ll…”
“You’ll what? Is resorting to threats a good idea? You’re already in a very precarious position – I don’t think you need to dig yourself deeper.”
“I’m warnin’ you, Paige.”
I decided I’d heard enough and charged in, glaring between the two of them. “What’s going on here?”
“Nothin’,” Justin muttered and then pushed pass me, stomping from the room.
I glanced at Paige. “Well?”
She shook her head. “It’s nothing.” She tried to walk passed me, too, but I blocked her path.
“That wasn’t nothing. What’s going on, Paige? What were you two talking about?”
She gave me pleading eyes. “I’ll tell you later, when no one’s here.”
I studied her for a moment and then sighed, giving in. “Promise?”
She nodded, relieved. “Promise.”
“Okay, then. Food’s here.”
She flashed me a big smile and replied, “Perfect. I’m starved.”
I’d let it be for now, but I still was very, very confused by what I heard. What didn’t Justin want Paige to tell?
“Oh, here,” Paige said as we descended the stairs. “I just found this in my bag. I forgot about it.” She handed me a stack of mail. “You received these before you had your mail forwarded.”
I took them from her, muttering, “Thanks.” My mind was still on the scene before.
After we’d walked into the dining room, everyone tucked in and enjoyed the Mexican food Emma brought. Grey had told me about the place, but I had yet to try it. After taking the first bite of my enchilada, I knew why he frequented it – it was delicious.
I kept an eye on Paige and Justin, half listening to Sam and Grey talk about the high school football teams’ winning streak, but they seemed to be ignoring each other, looking anywhere but at one another. When I realized there wasn’t going to be a blowout, I started sorting through the mail Paige handed me. There was no way I could add anything insightful regarding football, so I figured it was best to do something productive while I ate. Everything was nearly two months old, though it seemed there was nothing but junk.
Grey noticed my withdrawal from the conversation, so he glanced down at me and eyed the mail. “What cha’ got there, darlin’?”
“Just some mail Paige brought from my old apartment. It’s mostly junk.” I sat the stack on top of my empty Styrofoam container and pushed them aside.
“You okay? You’ve bee
n quiet,” Grey whispered, concerned.
I chewed on my lower lip, wondering if I should tell him what I overheard, but it could wait for now. “Nothing.”
He leaned in closer. “Your face didn’t say nothin’, Clara. What’s wrong?”
I should have known that I couldn’t keep anything from him. I was an open book when it came to Grey.
“I’ll tell you later.”
His brows shot up. “What’s wrong, Clara?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed and glanced between Paige and Justin again.
Catching this, he murmured, “Noticed that too, did you?”
“How did you…?”
“Wasn’t hard. They’ve been goin’ out of their way to ignore one another.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, agreeing.
“Paige wasn’t all that friendly with Justin when they met, either.”
I felt my mouth part a bit, shocked. “Really? What happened?” It was the first I’d heard of this.
“Not much, but there was a lot of animosity radiatin’ from Paige. Actually, she was a bitch toward him. Even Chelsea agreed.”
Hmmm.
This just got stranger and stranger.
“How odd,” I muttered, stealing a glance at Paige again. “She hasn’t said anything to me. No wonder Chelsea didn’t seem all that fired up about her when we went to Asheville.”
“Did somethin’ happen?” he questioned, worried.
I shook my head, saying, “Not then, no. I overheard Paige and Justin talking before lunch. It was-”
“Secrets don’t make friends,” Sam called out, grinning. “Care to share?”
Quickly, I whispered, “I’ll tell you later.
He nodded and glared at Sam. “Mind your own business, Sam.”
She just smiled wider.
“I’ll throw this out,” he told me, picking up my trash. “Be right back.”
“Thanks.” I watched him stand and disappear into the kitchen.
“What’s next, master?” Adam asked, flashing me that cocky grin he constantly wore.
“Just for that, you get to mount the television over the fireplace.”
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