He nods firmly, chewing on his bottom lip. “I do.”
Grayson sighs and I see some anger fade. “You hurt her and I’ll break your legs.’
Owen nods. “That’s fair enough, but I have no intention of hurting your sister.”
Grayson rolls his eyes, not convinced. “I don’t want to see the two of you groping each other around me, okay?”
“Loud and clear.” Owen replies with a firm nod.
Owen stands to his feet and Ems follows him and stands beside him and he places an arm around her shoulders. “We’re going to get out of your hair for a bit, you know, give you time to digest this.”
“I think that might be a good idea,” I say in agreement. They both nod and leave the room quickly and for a few seconds Grayson just glares at the doorway they just walked through. Grayson necks his beer and stands to his feet and grabs my hand. “Come on, we got guests to entertain.” He pulls me outside and he plasters on a relaxed smile as Olly comes bounding over and he sweeps him up and throws him over his shoulder and tickles him. Olly wriggles in his arms and belly laughs. “Grayson, you’ll make me piss!” He protests.
“Hey buddy, that’s swearing,” I warn him with a disapproving frown.
“But Dom says it all the time,” he replies, pointing at Dom from where he dangles upside down over Grayson’s shoulder.
Dom fights a smile. “I don’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I reply, giving him a pointed look.
“Is my brother alive then?” Izzy asks Grayson from where she sits on Dom’s knee eating a hot dog.
“For now,” Grayson replies with a grunt.
Izzy looks over at me, and I shrug my shoulders. I wish I could reassure her that Grayson is going to accept this thing between Owen and Ems, but I can’t.
Chapter 6
“YOU SURE YOU CAN HANDLE this?” I ask Grayson as I brush a wayward piece of hair that dangles on his forehead.
Grayson sighs. “I’ll behave for you, but if he mentions my sister once, I’ll break his nose again.”
I roll my eyes at him and move away to put my jacket on. That was as good a reassurance I was going to get off him.
I’m checking my reflection in the mirror when he comes up behind me and nuzzles into my neck. “Did I say already how insanely hot you look tonight, Manchester. That dress should come with a warning label.”
I am wearing a black lace overlay, fitted off the shoulder dress that clings to my frame.
“I think that might be the fourth time you’ve told me in the last twenty minutes,” I reply with a smile.
He spins me so that I am facing him and moves us back until my back hits the sink unit. His hands sneak up my bare legs and push my dress up. “This dress makes me wants to do bad things to you, baby.”
My breath hitches as his touch sends a shiver down my back. “Grayson, we don’t have time the Uber will be here any minute.”
“Fuck the Uber. He can wait,” he says with a smile as he continues to push my dress higher and higher until he exposes my black lace thong. “Mmm, more lace.” He brushes his hand against my folds and pushes my panties to one side. He slides his finger inside me and I moan. Jesus, I had no willpower when it came to him. He adds another finger and pumps in and out and I move my hips, riding his hand, my earlier protestations completely forgotten about. Grayson watches my face with fascination as he gets me off. “That good, Manchester?” He asks me, knowing damn well that I’m loving every second of his touch.
“If that Uber arrives before I come, you’re going to be in trouble, posh,” I warn him.
He leans in to kiss me and he smiles against my lips as he presses a finger against my clit. I reach out and cup his hardness through his jeans.
“Uh-huh,” he tells me, moving my hand away. “This is all about you baby, you can get me off later.”
That is my man all right, he’s a giver, not like most boys his age who would only be interested in getting themselves off. Grayson always made sure that I orgasmed before he thought about himself and his release. I grip tightly on his shoulders as I feel the need building in me.
“Grayson, I need — “
“I know what you need Manchester, no ones knows this body like I do.” He pumps his fingers faster and his mouth covers mine to drown out my moans as I come.
Smiling against my mouth, he pulls his fingers from me and sucks them into his mouth, making me blush.
“Grayson, what are you doing?” I ask as he hooks his fingers in my thong and pulls it down my legs.
“Come on baby, go bare tonight, it will drive me insane knowing you’re not wearing anything under there.” He pockets my thong in his pocket.
“Grayson,” I protest, pulling my dress down. “This dress is too short for me to go commando.”
He shakes his head. “Its fine baby, you think I’d risk anyone getting a glimpse of what’s mine? Trust me, the dress is long enough.” He leans in and drops a kiss on my lips. “Plus, it gives me easy access all night.”
“You’re terrible,” I tell him, trying to sound exasperated, but really I love how much he constantly wants me.
The sound of a car horn beeps downstairs. “See, I told you I’d be done in time.” He takes a step back away from me and holds out his hand. “Come on beautiful, lets go to this fucking party.”
We meet Dom and Izzy downstairs and with a quick shout to my dad that we’re leaving; we head out to the taxi. We are heading to a social club in the next town to celebrate Lottie turning eighteen. When I’d first shown Grayson the invite
