“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “Please.Please.”
My back arched from the wall and he didn’t ease or slow the pace. He nipped at my chest, and I whimpered again. Tomorrow morning, my body would bear the marks of tonight, but I loved the thought of reminders of where he’d been and what he’d claimed.
A few more thrusts, teamed with him rubbing against me, caused me to spasm around his cock, legs locking around Gray’s waist, so he was deep inside me. I curled against him, biting on his shoulder as my orgasm crashed around me.
Gray continued to grind against me when I opened my eyes weakly. He groaned and bit at my neck before his body tensed and trembled and he released into me.
We stayed like that for a few moments, wrapped around each other; sweat slicked bodies and our breathing heavy.
Slowly, Gray nudged my face, so I’d look at him. His eyes were fading back to blue now. My legs were tired and started to slip from his waist, and he slid himself out of me before my feet touched the ground. Gray kept me upright as my legs struggled to do their job, and evidence of his pleasure dripped down my thighs.
When he spoke, it was a whisper. “What do you want, Quentin?”
“I want you.” The answer came without a thought.
“I can’t give you everything you desire.”
He meant he couldn’t give me a relationship. He meant he couldn’t let anyone know about us.
I knew this. I knew all of this, and it should have been red flags because the way he made my heart thud and the way I couldn’t stop thinking about him… If he couldn’t give me those things, I should walk away from him because I deserved them.
But I couldn’t. I’d take whatever scrap he could give me because Gray was my damnation.
“I know,” I told him.
“Does it change your answer?”
“No. I know what I want.”
He leaned his forehead against mine. His voice was low and deep and authoritative. “I won’t share you.”
My hand reached up to cup his face. “You won’t have to. The same rule applies to you.”
I’d leave Matt. I’d see him tomorrow and end things. I knew I should feel bad that this happened while I had a boyfriend, but I didn’t. He’d never know, and I’d end things before anything happened again.
Gray nodded at me and kissed me again. “I’ve missed you.”
It seemed such a strange thing to say when we lived together, talked every day and spent each night together in bed, but I’d missed being able to have him like this.
“My kitchen is a mess because of you,” I stated quietly.
“You started this.”
There was a blush of colour on my cheeks. “Happy birthday, Gray.”
“Happy fucking birthday to me.”
When I woke up the next morning, the space next to me was empty, but the bed wasn’t cold. Gray couldn’t have woken up much earlier than I had.
Rolling over, I groaned. My body ached. My chest, my hips, in between my legs. Gray had ensured he’d left his mark on me over and over again, and I did nothing to stop him. Something about being tangled with him again felt right.
Eventually, I pulled myself out of bed and found his shirt folded over the back of a chair, slipping it over my head. I took in a deep breath and let his scent fill my nose before padding downstairs.
Gray was in the kitchen. The mess we’d made last night was gone, and I watched from the doorway as he poured a mug of coffee.
“You should have woken me up. I’m going to be late for work,” I said, pulling my hair into a messy bun.
“Morning to you too.”
