I shake my head vehemently. “No. I wouldn’t do that to you, ever.”
He nods and pulls my t-shirt, to bring me closer, so that my face is right in front of his. “I want to drive up there and break his fucking legs, Manchester. I’m not going to lie to you. You’re mine and he thought he could take what is mine.”
I sigh. “Trust me, he got the message and beside he’s miles away and he’s not any kind of threat.”
Grayson nods, his jaw still tight. He is a possessive arsehole and I know he is fighting his anger and his need to claim. He grasps my face in his hands and kisses me in a way that makes my core pulse with need. “You’re mine Manchester, now and always, and that fucker better stay away, because if he doesn’t, I will make him hurt.”
Am I twisted if I admit his possessiveness is a major turn on? I love it when he goes all caveman and more or less beats his chest. I lean in and kiss him, hungry for his taste and touch.
‘I’m going to kiss every inch of this delectable body and remind you who you belong to sweet cheeks.”
I smile, my eyes closed as I lose myself to his touch. “Well then, get on with it,” I reply, opening my eyes briefly to issue him the challenge.
For the next hour he lives up to his promise until I’m weak at the knees and wrought out from orgasm after orgasm.
THE NEXT MORNING WE drive to Grayson’s house so he can change for college and as we enter, Ems comes bounding down the stairs and throws herself at her brother.
Grayson staggers slightly as he catches her in his arms. “Hey sis, what are you doing here?”
She beams up at him in that adoring way she always does. “It’s an inset day, so I’m home for the day.”
“How did you get home though?” he asks her, puzzled as he slings his arm around her shoulder and guides her through to the kitchen.
“I got dropped off by a school friend,” she replies, brushing off his question with ease. “I was kind of hoping you could bunk off today and we could do something?” she asks, giving him her best persuasive face. Grayson is wrapped around his little sister’s finger. He adores her and doesn’t she know it.
My phone buzzes in my bag, and I reach inside and see it’s Izzy calling. “I’m just going to take this,” I tell them both, waving my phone in my hand before leaving the room and moving to the main lounge. “Hey, did you get an appointment?”
“Yeah, at one today,” she replies. Her voice is shaky.
“Will you be okay to drive?” I ask her, frustrated that I don’t have my licence yet.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I need a cover story for Dom,”
“Or you could just tell him and let him be there for you,” I reply, trying to convince her that Dom would want to know.
“Tell Dom what?” Grayson asks as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind me.
“Fuck!” Izzy exclaims, when she hears Grayson’s voice.
“What does my best friend need to know, Izz?” He commands.
“You shouldn’t listen in on other people’s conversations, St. Clare,” she growls. “I’ll see you at school Ev.”
The phone goes dead and I turn and eyeball my man.
“What?” he asks, with a brow cocked.
Shaking my head but unable to resist smiling at him, I wrap my arms around his neck. “So, are you bunking off with Ems?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t afford to bunk off right now. She said she will entertain herself and I’ve promised her we’d have a movie night in with her tonight.”
I bob my head side-to-side. “I guess I’m okay with sharing your time with your sister.”
He grins. “How very good of you.”
“I might need some persuading though,” I say with a teasing smile, and Grayson smirks as he drops me down on the console table and locks the door.
“EARTH TO LOTTIE,” I shout, waving my hand in her face. She is glued to the screen of her phone.
She looks up and gives me a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I just needed to message someone back.”
I lean on my hands and study her face. “And who is this mysterious someone?”
She tries to act all nonchalant but fails, blushing. “No one important.”
“Uh-huh,” I grin, eyebrows arched, totally not convinced by her dismissive comment about the mystery texter. “Is it one of the tutors? Is that why you can’t tell me? Is it Mr Reynolds? I mean, I can’t blame you if it is, I mean he does look like Zac Effron.”
Lottie laughs in response. ‘Yeah, as if. I wish Mr Reynolds would look twice at me like that. Besides, I heard he’s seeing Miss Carter.”
“Really?” I ask, as I chew on my pencil. “I hope they haven’t been having a sneaky rendezvous in the school stationary closet. That’s mine and Grayson’s place.”
“Hey, are you ready to go?” Izzy asks me, coming up to our table. She anxiously clutches at her bag in her arms, like it’s a comfort blanket.
I nod. “Yep, are you ready?” My eyes search hers to make sure she is okay.
“I’m ready. Let’s get it over with.”
Lottie looks up from her phone, scrunching her brow. “Where are you two off to?”
“Bikini wax appointment,” I offer in explanation. “We’re getting Brazilians.”
“Ouch.” Lottie says, wincing. “Good luck with that.”
As we head out to the car, Izzy is super quiet. I grab her hand and pull her to a stop.
“You’re going to come away from this appointment fine, I promise you.”
She nods, blowing out a deep breath. “I know.”
I link my arm through hers. “We got this.”
We arrive at the surgery, and it is bustling and full of people. Sick people. I don’t cope well with doctors and hospitals. They remind me of unhappy times in my life when my mum and
