“So fucking perfect. So fucking mine.” And then his mouth disappears down my body until he licks at my folds and I whimper at the feel of his touch. He works me to a heady frenzy until I am clasping at his hair and moaning his name and crashing over the waves of my climax. He doesn’t give me time to recover as he turns me so that I am on my front. Grayson lifts my hips up and he thrusts inside me in one quick hard thrusts and I moan at the fullness of him inside me. He pounds furiously in and out with each thrust, owning me. I grasp onto the headboard as he grips my hair around his hand and he pulls me back until my back is against his chest. I moan as the position makes it deeper. He kisses my neck as he continues to pound into me. I love it when he’s like this, possessive, greedy, and he doesn’t hold back.
I moan loudly as I chase my orgasm. I don’t care that there could be anyone around to hear us; I am too caught up in him and the way he makes me feel.
“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you,” He urges and I arch my hips into him as I come, shouting his name and declaring my love for him. He grunts loudly with satisfaction as he moves faster and I know he is close. I move my hips to meet his movements and he groans and swears incoherently about my magic pussy before he empties himself inside of me. “Fuck,” he exclaims as he pulls out of me and he tenderly kisses my shoulder. “Never doubt this, Manchester. We’re endgame you and I.” He drops down onto the bed at my side and he playfully slaps my arse.
I remain lying on my front and drink him as he lies beside me, catching his breath. He opens his eyes, and he smirks at me, rolling onto his side and placing his lips over mine. “You okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m sorry for coming across needy.”
He shakes his head, a frown forming. “Don’t apologise. Just trust me sweet cheeks. Trust in this.”
Chapter 5
SATURDAY DRAGS SOMETHING chronic. Dom is with Izzy today, they are at her cousin’s twenty-first birthday garden party. I am so bored that I end up spending a good few hours building Lego with Olly. He is police mad at the moment and my dad bought him a new police Lego set for doing well at his swimming, so we have spent the afternoon building that and making a jail cell for all the bad guys his policeman is going to catch.
My phone pings and I leave Olly to check it, thinking it will be Grayson. I frown when I see Tyler’s name on my screen.
Hey, how are you?
I stare at the message for a few seconds as I debate whether or not to respond. I didn’t want to give out the wrong message.
I’m good. You?
His reply comes a few seconds later.
I’m good. I’m just talking about you with this one.
I smile when a photo of him, Courtney and Jake, all in a group photo pulling stupid faces, accompanies the text.
When are you up north again?
No idea. Prob not for a while.
I laugh when he sends me a sad, emoji face.
You have to come up for my birthday in April. It’s the big 20!
I’ll see what I can do.
I don’t know why I text that, because I have no intention of attending his birthday celebrations. Tyler has made it clear he wants more than friendship, and I need to steer clear and not give any false messages. I put my phone down on the sofa and re-join Olly. My mind keeps wondering to what Grayson is doing right now. Is he with her? I reach for my phone again and I can’t help but go to her instagram page. I should know better than to torture myself. My heart drops when I see her latest post. It’s a photo of her in a tiny fitted pale blue dress, and beside her is Grayson. Her manicured fingers wrap around his bicep and the photo is accompanied by the caption ‘weekend shenanigans with this guy.’
It’s the comments that gut me, though. One after the other, speculating if they are dating and how much of a gorgeous couple they make and the hash tag couple goals. My heart sinks. I do trust him, but I can’t help feeling like I’m going to lose him.
I pick my phone up and call Lottie, and I’m just about to give up on her answering when she picks up.
“Hey, Ev.”
“Hi. What are you up to?”
She giggles, and then the sound is muffled. “Uh, sorry, what did you say?”
“I asked what you were up to? Am I interrupting something?”
“No, of course not,” she proclaims quickly. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. You’re obviously busy. I’m just bored and thought I’d call you for a chat.”
“Oh, okay. Listen, can I ring you back later?”
“Yeah sure.” I tell her before ending the call.
I need a distraction, and everyone is busy. I find myself video calling Courtney, who picks up straight away.
“Hey girl!” She answers with a big smile.
“Where are you?” I ask her, seeing she is somewhere crowded and noisy. She turns her camera on her phone round to show me behind her. “I’m at Queens. There’s a live band on. Remember Zac from school? Well, it’s his band. They’re fantastic.”
Courtney squeals when Tyler’s head pops up over her shoulder onto the screen.
“Hey gorgeous,” he says with a cheeky wink.
“Hey Ty.”
He reaches for Courtney’s phone and wrestles it off her and moves through the room until he gets outside where it’s quiet.
“So, Everly Taylor, are you coming home for my party?”
I roll my eyes and smile. “I said I’ll try.”
“Nuh-huh, that aint good enough. I want a definitive yes.
