His droopy eyes and sly smile exude satisfaction as he holds me tight against him.
“Such a good girl. I love watching how your body reacts to me. It’s addictive.”
“If that’s punishment, I’ll have to misbehave more often,” I taunt. He bites my lip, playfully.
“Should we grab breakfast and coffee? Danny will likely be over at some point to grab his boat key.”
I groan into his shoulder. “The dreaded walk of shame…”
“I got you.” He walks us back inside into the warmth of the house. In the duffle bag are some of my clothes and a toothbrush.
“When? How?”
“I planned everything to the minute yesterday, right down to when I thought your vibrator would run out of battery,” he explains, starting up the shower.
Well, shit. That’s very mindful and demure.
“You’re also out of milk.” He smirks.
For fuck’s sake.
We jump in the shower together. Like a switch, he turns from a commanding dom to the most tender of lovers, caressing my body and soaping me up between erotic kisses.
“You know, I don’t think you’re as bad as you think you are.”
Instead of answering me, he kissed me. Deep, hungry, and oh-so delicious.
EPILOGUE - PIP
ONE YEAR LATER
“Ow! Fuck! Fuck it!” I groan, flailing down a hill like the cheese in a downhill cheese-chasing competition. Twigs snap beneath me, and the earth crumbles away as I come to a stop at the bottom of the gully among grassy vegetation and leafy debris.
“Jesus. Babe! You alive?” Grayson calls out at the top laughing his ass off.
Fucker.
“Just casually eating shit being attacked by gravity. No thanks to you!”
He barks out a laugh. Realizing I had the wherewithal to keep hold of the paintball gun on the way down, I lined him up and squeezed the trigger.
Like time slowing down, I watch the paint pellet lob perfectly to the soft flesh inside of his thigh. He lets out a yelp, clutching his leg, while I blow him a kiss through my plastic face shield. He shoots after me, hitting my shoulder blade, and I let out a squeak, feeling the sting.
We decided to turn our cat-and-mouse origin story into an annual Halloween tradition, only with a few key adjustments.
No more crossbows. No more running for my life.
Instead, we arm ourselves with paintball guns and ruthless determination to make the other suffer.
Danny had set up a geocache point earlier in the day before heading off with Viv for a road trip, and now? Grayson and I were left to battle it out.
The wager?
Loser has to take the winner’s parent on a date.
Honestly, I still don’t know who actually loses in that scenario.
Grayson’s dad, Jim, is wonderful, warm, charming, just as much of a menace as his son. I took to him instantly. Zac, his younger brother, I’ve only Facetimed with, but I’m certain he’ll be just as bad.
