There is definitely a guy. She can deny it all she wants.
We weave through the crowded space to the bar and Izzy grinds to a halt as she bumps into someone.
“Well, hello lovely ladies.”
I look up to find Andrews in front of us. He looks each one of us over, his gaze resting slightly longer on Lottie.
“Happy birthday, Everly,” he says with a lazy grin.
“Thanks,” I reply dryly.
“Who’s your friend?” Andrews asks me, gesturing with his head to Lottie, who blushes under his scrutiny.
“No one you need to know.” Izzy hisses.
“Look Andrews, it’s my birthday and I don’t want any trouble tonight, so try not to wind my boyfriend up please.”
Andrews holds his hands up in the air in surrender. “I’m just here having drinks with friends. I have no beef with Grayson tonight.”
I nod my head, not convinced. “Ems is here tonight too, so if you want to stop that face of yours getting bloodied, I suggest you stay well away.”
“I hear you loud and clear.” Andrews replies, and with one last lingering look at Lottie, he disappears into the crowd.
We head back to the dance floor where most of our friends are now dancing. Owen picks Ems up by the waist and spins her around, making her giggle. For the rest of the night we dance and drink and let our hair down.
I wake in the morning, and my stomach coils tight with pleasure. I take a moment to realise why that is, and then I feel my man’s tongue against my clit and I groan sleepily. Fuck. He sure knows how to wake me up in the morning. He continues his leisurely assault on me, his tongue working me up into a frenzied high. I grasp his hair with my hands and squirm under his mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as I chase that orgasm that is almost within reach.
I come seconds later, breathlessly moaning my man’s name. I tug on his arms, needing his mouth against my lips. He moves up my body until he is above me. His dark hair is all ruffled and sexy.
“Morning, Manchester,” he says with a lazy smirk.
“Morning,” I reply with a content smile. “I hope you know we’re not finished here.”
He cocks a brow. “Oh, I was just getting started.” He moves until he is at my entrance, teasing me, and then he slowly enters me.
He lifts my hips slightly, and then he moves, and nothing exists but the feeling of my man loving me, worshipping me with his body.
“Look at me Manchester,” he commands and I open my eyes and meet his. “You know I love you. That I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
I reach up and cup his cheek. “I know that.” His question puzzles me, but that thought quickly dissipates when he increases his pace, and then all I can think about is how good he feels.
We lie tangled together a few minutes later and I gently touch his tattoo with my fingers. Seeing my name there on his skin does something to me. I feel a heady sense of satisfaction that no matter what happens in our lives; I am branded on his skin.
My phone pings and I reach out and grab it. It’s a message from Courtney. When I open it, I’m taken back to a time in my life before things became dark and serious.
It is a photo of Courtney with her arm around Tyler Kingston. My schoolgirl crush and the last boy I kissed before Grayson. The caption reads ‘look who I bumped into last night!’
I roll onto my front and type back to her. ‘Wow, blast from the past.’
Bubbles appear telling me she is typing back. ‘He was asking about you a lot, I think someone still has a thing for you.’
I shake my head smiling, ‘Tyler Kingston has a thing for a different girl every week. I doubt that has changed. Ring me later.’
I put my phone down and I roll and straddle my man. He reaches up and runs his thumb across my bottom lip.
“What are we doing today?”
Grayson grins. “I was kind of hoping we’re staying in bed all day.”
I shake my head, unable to fight the smile on my face. “All our friends are here and your sister.” I lean down and kiss him before I climb off him and leave the warmth of the bed. Naked as the day I was born, I walk towards his ensuite. I laugh when I hear him groan behind me.
“Jesus wept, you’re killing me Manchester.”
I stop at the door and turn my head back to him. “You joining me?”
I chuckle to myself as I hear him jump up out of the bed and chase after me.
WHEN WE EVENTUALLY tear ourselves away from each other, we head downstairs. Grayson frowns when we walk into the kitchen and find Ems and Owen sitting together, watching something on his phone, laughing and joking.
“This looks cosy,” he growls, giving Owen a scowl.
Ems looks up, smiling. “Hey guys. You should see this video of Ben from last night. He was so wasted.”
Grayson nods, continuing to frown as he heads straight for the coffee machine and I roll my eyes. He is so protective of his little sister. It is adorable, but sometimes he takes it a little too seriously.
Owen puts his phone away and stands to his feet and moves to lean on the units away from Ems. I catch Em frowning as she watches him and she twists at the sleeve of her jumper, looking a million miles away.
Izzy and Dom enter the room and we chat about what to do with our day. In the end we decide to go bowling and then the cinema afterwards. I message Lottie to see if she wants to come, but she texts back to say she is watching her brother today. She has been babysitting him a
