He’s watching us fuck and I can’t handle it. I clench down on him again and we both cry out our release at the same time.
After our shower, I text the girls that I will be gone again tonight and turn off my phone. My nosey little parkers would have questions, but I will deal with them tomorrow. We sit on his living room floor eating Chinese food. I’m wearing nothing but his old T-shirt and he’s wearing low hung plaid pajama pants that shows off that sexy-as-sin V. It is probably one of the best dinners I’ve had. We decide to have a Lethal Weapon marathon and I am thrilled to see that he shares my love of action movies. Or he is humoring me, but either works. I fall asleep sometime near the end of the second movie, my head on his chest, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite places in the world, lying on top of his lion heart.
My last thought before sleep is that this man likely has the power to break me, and I’m not sure that I care. Not one bit.
“ G OOD MORNING, SWEETHEART. ” My eyes open slowly to the sound of his deep voice. “Or, I guess, good afternoon, actually.” He chuckles.
I smile and tell him good morning, taking the time to absorb all the glory that is Greyson Holt in the morning. He is absolutely delicious. I wasn’t sure it was possible for him to look more handsome than he did the day I met him, but Lord, was I ever wrong. He’s sporting more scruff than usual, likely from going two days without shaving, his bare chest is still wet from a shower and he looks happy. A happiness that reaches his stunning pale-blue eyes.
“What time is it?” I ask. Closing my eyes and reaching to stretch my arms above my head. I don’t hear him answer, so I open my eyes to make sure he’s still in the room.
He hasn’t moved. He’s still sitting on the edge of the bed, and I follow his gaze. The sheet covering my chest slid down while I was stretching, and he looks starved. I grab the sheet quickly and swat him with my other hand. “No way, Jose! I have to go home today. You can’t keep me here as your little sex slave any longer,” I tease.
He tugs at the sheet and leans down to nip at my lower lip. “I bet I could make you stay.”
I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I bet you could, handsome, but my friends are going to think I’ve been kidnapped and a psycho is texting them from my phone if I don’t show up soon.”
He grabs me around the waist, pulling me into his lap, and touches his lips to mine. The kiss starts out slow, but when I whimper, he takes the opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue. The kiss becomes hot and we’re quickly making out like teenagers. I’m almost about to say, Screw it! And tell him that I’ll stay as long as he wants me too, but he breaks our kiss and lays his forehead against mine. He’s breathing heavily and I can feel his hard cock under my ass.
“Okay, sweetheart. I’m not happy about it, but let’s take you home.”
An hour later, I’m dressed in a pair of Greyson’s sweatpants and an old City and Colour T-shirt, pulling up outside my house. When he told me to pick one from the drawer, I instantly chose this one. We had listened to the band on and off all weekend, and it reminded me of him. Although I am warm, I look downright hilarious; boy’s sweatpants, boy’s shirt, no shoes, massive parka, no makeup, and my hair was a disaster. All of this and I am clutching a skimpy dress and high heels. Beth and Lennon are going to eat me alive! I haven’t had to do many walks of shame during my twenty-four years, but this one is definitely going to top the charts.
He turns off his beast and goes to jump out of the truck when a thought occurs to me. “Does your truck have a name?”
He looks almost a little embarrassed and I start to think maybe that was a weird question to ask. Not everyone has a thing for naming inanimate objects, Hannah!
I’m about to tell him never mind when he starts to
After our shower, I text the girls that I will be gone again tonight and turn off my phone. My nosey little parkers would have questions, but I will deal with them tomorrow. We sit on his living room floor eating Chinese food. I’m wearing nothing but his old T-shirt and he’s wearing low hung plaid pajama pants that shows off that sexy-as-sin V. It is probably one of the best dinners I’ve had. We decide to have a Lethal Weapon marathon and I am thrilled to see that he shares my love of action movies. Or he is humoring me, but either works. I fall asleep sometime near the end of the second movie, my head on his chest, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite places in the world, lying on top of his lion heart.
My last thought before sleep is that this man likely has the power to break me, and I’m not sure that I care. Not one bit.
“ G OOD MORNING, SWEETHEART. ” My eyes open slowly to the sound of his deep voice. “Or, I guess, good afternoon, actually.” He chuckles.
I smile and tell him good morning, taking the time to absorb all the glory that is Greyson Holt in the morning. He is absolutely delicious. I wasn’t sure it was possible for him to look more handsome than he did the day I met him, but Lord, was I ever wrong. He’s sporting more scruff than usual, likely from going two days without shaving, his bare chest is still wet from a shower and he looks happy. A happiness that reaches his stunning pale-blue eyes.
“What time is it?” I ask. Closing my eyes and reaching to stretch my arms above my head. I don’t hear him answer, so I open my eyes to make sure he’s still in the room.
He hasn’t moved. He’s still sitting on the edge of the bed, and I follow his gaze. The sheet covering my chest slid down while I was stretching, and he looks starved. I grab the sheet quickly and swat him with my other hand. “No way, Jose! I have to go home today. You can’t keep me here as your little sex slave any longer,” I tease.
He tugs at the sheet and leans down to nip at my lower lip. “I bet I could make you stay.”
I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I bet you could, handsome, but my friends are going to think I’ve been kidnapped and a psycho is texting them from my phone if I don’t show up soon.”
He grabs me around the waist, pulling me into his lap, and touches his lips to mine. The kiss starts out slow, but when I whimper, he takes the opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue. The kiss becomes hot and we’re quickly making out like teenagers. I’m almost about to say, Screw it! And tell him that I’ll stay as long as he wants me too, but he breaks our kiss and lays his forehead against mine. He’s breathing heavily and I can feel his hard cock under my ass.
“Okay, sweetheart. I’m not happy about it, but let’s take you home.”
An hour later, I’m dressed in a pair of Greyson’s sweatpants and an old City and Colour T-shirt, pulling up outside my house. When he told me to pick one from the drawer, I instantly chose this one. We had listened to the band on and off all weekend, and it reminded me of him. Although I am warm, I look downright hilarious; boy’s sweatpants, boy’s shirt, no shoes, massive parka, no makeup, and my hair was a disaster. All of this and I am clutching a skimpy dress and high heels. Beth and Lennon are going to eat me alive! I haven’t had to do many walks of shame during my twenty-four years, but this one is definitely going to top the charts.
He turns off his beast and goes to jump out of the truck when a thought occurs to me. “Does your truck have a name?”
He looks almost a little embarrassed and I start to think maybe that was a weird question to ask. Not everyone has a thing for naming inanimate objects, Hannah!
I’m about to tell him never mind when he starts to
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