Speaking of well-oiled machines, I felt like Grayson played my body like one in the bathroom earlier. The way he came into the bathroom and just knew what I needed at the time was incredible. The thrill of us being caught was not something I have ever experienced before. I have only been with one guy before and he only cared about himself. He got what he wanted and left.
Quite literally, he took my virginity and walked out of my house without a backwards glance. Grayson did the complete opposite. He was so gentle and caring. Made sure that I was taken care of and didn’t even worry about himself being worked up. I was getting the chills just thinking about it.
Sighing, I got back to the rest of my homework before practice ended. I got done about fifteen minutes later and I saw the guys were still playing. Ryder was the quarterback and the way he played, he looked like he really owned the field. Grayson was playing like there was nothing that could hold him back and he was tackling anyone that tried to get to Ryder, like his own personal bodyguard.
Asher was the wide receiver and he looked so graceful as he caught the ball and ran toward the goal line like it was nothing but a quick job, he did every morning. These guys were amazing at what they did.
When they were done with their practice, the guys came running over to me and we got in the car to go to Ryder’s house. They surprised me and said we were gonna go watch a movie there, so I didn’t have to go home until later. Preferably, when my dad was sleeping and wouldn’t be able to hit me again. When we pulled up to Ryder’s house, the sun was setting and the sky was a pretty pink and blue color. It almost reminded me of cotton candy.
When we walked in, we all took our shoes off and put our backpacks next to the door. The guys all told me they needed to shower, to just wait for them and to make myself comfortable. When I was here before, I didn’t really get a chance to explore. Walking up the steps, I notice there is a long hallway with a bunch of doors along the walls. The walls were all blank except for a couple paintings of random things here and there. They all looked expensive though. This house didn’t feel like a home at all. It felt more like a museum.
Going into the first door on the left, I noticed that the door wasn’t locked. I probably shouldn’t have been snooping around, but they told me to make myself at home. When I walked in the door, there wasn't much in there except a bed with all black everything and a closet full of clothes, that I was guessing were Ryder’s. I could smell a woodsy scent that wafted around the room.
There was another door that was next to the closet, that I guessed was his bathroom, since I could hear the shower running. I really should leave this room, but I just wanted a chance to be able to talk to Ryder about everything going on.
What the hell? This wasn’t gonna hurt. I would just lay on his bed and shut my eyes for a few minutes, until he was done with the shower.
I was not really sure how long I was laying there for, but I heard the door creak open and I didn't think he noticed me laying on the bed. He came out in a towel and the bathroom light hit him just right from the side. Not that I minded at all because he was delicious to look at. I didn’t think eye candy would do him justice. His abs were so defined that they look like someone carved them out. He had broad shoulders, and watching his back muscles move might have just been my new favorite thing to do.
I was not sure what had gotten into me but I didn’t want to stop watching him as he walked over to the closet. He pulled out a black t-shirt and put that on. Then he grabbed red boxer briefs and whipped his towel off. If I thought seeing his back was something I was totally wrong when I got a glimpse of his glorious ass.
Thinking it was time to make myself known, I cleared my throat. He jumped. Ryder only had one foot in his boxer briefs at the time, and he toppled over into the wall, almost slid all the way down to the floor, before he braced himself. I was laughing so hard I was instantly crying.
“Malia! What the hell?! How long have you been there?” he demanded. I, on the other hand, could not stop laughing. My belly was aching with cramps. I was so busy laughing that I didn’t notice when he finished getting dressed until he was sitting on the bed with me.
“Oh man! You should have seen your face! You looked like you saw a ghost Ryder.” I laughed. My laugh got caught in my throat when Ryder started to inch closer. He grabbed my hands and asked in a slightly amused voice,
“What are you doing here? I never pegged you for a peeping Tom before.”
“You told me to make myself comfortable, so I wandered around a little. I found your door and I wanted to talk to you, so I just figured I would wait. I think I may have fallen asleep for a little while, but the creak the door made when you were done woke me up. Thanks for the laugh though. I needed it.” I told him.
“Malia, what did you want to talk to me about?” he insisted, while looking down at our clasped hands. I wasn’t
