I kept racking my brain for what I could have done wrong to create such a change in him. What did I do or say to make him withdraw? But that all changed once we had our little misadventure on the sled. After that, he was back to carefree Greyson. Back to the Greyson that’s been invading every corner of my mind since our last time together.
Everyone has gone to bed after watchingThe Grinchand playing a few board games. Christmas with the Fords is nothing like with my family. Mine are usually cold and focus more on putting on an image rather than actually celebrating the holiday. But here, you feel the love and happiness from the start of the day all the way to the end. I’m so thrilled I got to spend it with them.
I’ve been lying in bed under the covers for the past hour after showering and putting on a simple camisole and PJ pants, but my mind and body won’t shut off. I’m irritated and horny.
It’s been like this since Greyson and I hooked up. I’ve tried to pleasure myself since, but apparently my body has decided he was the only one capable of doing it all together. It’s frustrating.
Come on, Mackenzie, we got this. One more time. This will be the good one.
I close my eyes and glide my fingers down to my waistband, slipping them beneath the thin cotton and lace of my thong. I picture his hands, thick and rough fingers, the way they touched me, the way they lit up my body like no other.
I slide my finger through my wet folds, back up to my clit, circling slowly as I remember his tongue rolling around it over and over. My breath becomes labored the longer I touch myself, my mind going through those two magical nights.
His tongue tasting my skin, his hands grazing my body, igniting a phantom trail of flames along the way. The way he fisted my hair as shivers erupted through me, his gravelly voice whispering filthy things in my ear. The way he murmured my name.
The way he calls me Bunny.
A moan slips from my lips, and I quickly bite down on my bottom lip. I bring two fingers down to my entrance and push them inside of me. My eyes roll into my head, my back arching off the bed slightly. I pump my fingers faster, remembering the way he felt inside of me, the way he stretched me just right with a hint of pain.
Beautiful, delicious pain.
My legs begin to tremble, the tingling sensation in my lower belly spreading through the rest of my body. I can feel my walls tightening around my fingers as my body prepares to let go.
Oh God, I’m so close. Yes, this is it. It’s happening, it’s happening! It’s… NO!
The magical spark burns out, just as it’s been doing all week.
I rip my hand from my pants, grab the pillow behind my head, and press it to my face, silently screaming into it. I then throw it at the wall and bang the back of my head against the mattress a couple of times, kicking my feet and flapping my arms.
I know I must look crazy. And right now, I feel crazy.
I reach for my phone, determined to get the job done.Maybe watching porn will help. I’m sure I can find something interesting.When I light up the screen, there’s a new text message from Greyson dated one minute ago. I unlock my phone and tap into it.
Grey
Are you okay?
Shit, he probably heard my frustrated outburst.Before I can think more about what I’m doing, I pull up his contact information and press call.
“Bunny? What’s going on?” His voice is low and rougher than usual, but it doesn’t sound like he was sleeping. Still, I instantly feel guilty.
“I’m sorry if I woke you…” It comes out sounding sad. My emotions are all over the place right now.
“Em? What’s wrong?”
“Greyson… I…”Jesus, what was I thinking? What would calling him really accomplish?
He’s silent for a moment, making me wonder if he fell asleep or hung up.I wouldn’t blame him.“What do you need, Bunny? Tell me what you need.”
I take in a shaky breath, knowing this will put us to the test. But I need it too much to pass up the chance. “I need you…” I whisper.
The second the words leave my lips, my door quietly opens. Grey steps in with the baby monitor and shuts it behind him. I sit up on my elbows quickly and drop my phone. I probably look like a hot mess with my hair all over the place and my face still flushed.
He hangs up his phone and sets it on the dresser along with the baby monitor, but he still doesn’t say a word. He slowly walks over to the end of the bed, watching me with hungry eyes.
“Greyson…”
“I know, Bunny.”
