He nods, “I’m still sorry though. I’m sorry you had to see any of that last night.”
“I’m your girlfriend Grayson, I’ll always be by your side,”
His stomach rumbles loudly, making us both laugh. “Want to go get breakfast? I think I can smell bacon cooking.”
“Not just yet,“ he replies. “I need to lose myself in you first,” he tells me, his eyes burning into mine, and I see his need to just feel and forget.
“Whatever you need, Grayson,” I say, as I pull his head down and our lips meet.
He undresses me quickly, and before I know it, he’s sliding inside of me. Grayson loves me slowly this morning, never taking his eyes off me as he moves in and out of me. He studies my face, watching my every expression as he loves me.
“I love you, Manchester,” he whispers. “I can’t ever lose you.”
I reach up and run my thumb along his bottom lip. “I’m not going anywhere, Grayson. I’m right here where I belong.”
We’ve never really had slow and sensual sex before, we were always so hungry for each other that it was always fast and hard, but this morning he is loving me from the inside out and it is a moment I will cherish always.
IT’S MY SECOND DAY in college without Grayson. My dad rang, and he explained to school that Grayson was staying with us whilst his father was away on business and that Grayson had come down with a bad chest and would be off this week. He didn’t need anyone asking probing questions about the black eye or the swollen, bruised cheek.
I nip into the girls’ bathroom on my way to my fourth period class and come to a stop when I find Paige in a cubicle with the door open. She has her head over the bowl, puking her guts up.
She looks up and over her shoulder and she glowers at me before she is retching again and filling the toilet bowl.
“Morning sickness is a bitch, huh?” I comment, leaning on the sink unit, watching her.
“Don’t you have anything better to do, Taylor?” She snipes as she reaches for some tissues and blows her nose.
“Nah,” I reply. “Watching you hurl up your breakfast is kind of satisfying to watch.”
She stands to her feet and flushes the toilet. “So, you know?”
I chuckle. “Oh yes, I know, in fact quite a few of us know. It clearly wasn’t welcome news to Mr St. Clair given the state of him the other night. Jesus, he was trashed. I don’t think he was in the mood to celebrate becoming a dad again.”
Paige scowls at me, folding her arms across her chest. “Well, considering he’s asked me to move in, I’d say the idea is growing on him.”
I blink in surprise. “You’re moving in?”
She nods, smiling, like the cat that got the cream. “Yeah. I’ve already picked the room that will be the nursery.” She comes up beside me and washes her hands. “There’s just something about the St. Clair men, isn’t there? I’m glad I saw sense and went for the man and not the boy though. I mean Grayson’s gorgeous and all but Johnny, he knows how to give a girl a good time.” She winks at me as she dries her hands with a paper towel. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other Everly.”
“Bitch.” I hiss after she has left the room. Is it me or does she leave an icy chill behind?
I am not looking forward to sharing the news that Paige is moving into their family home with Grayson tonight. Jesus, it’s a shit show!
I head to my next class and drop down in to my seat next to Lottie, who is busy texting on her phone.
I smile. “Texting lover boy?”
She looks up at me and grins. “Maybe.” She studies me for a second. “Who pissed on your Frosties this morning?”
I sigh. “Is it that obvious?”
Lottie chuckles. “You have a face on you like thunder.”
I lean in closer to Lottie. “I just had a run in with Paige in the girls’ bathroom.” I look around me to make sure no one is ear wigging. “She’s pregnant with Mr St. Clair’s baby.”
Lottie’s mouth hangs open. “No way! You’re pulling my leg, right?”
I shake my head, and she closes her mouth and blows out a big breath. “That is wrong on every level. I mean, she’s the same age as his son.”
“Tell me about it, that’s not even the worse part,” I tell her, ‘She’s moving in and I’m going to have to be the one to deliver that news to Grayson.”
“Oh shit,” Lottie curses.
“Yeah, exactly.”
I drop into the front passenger seat of Dom’s car once we have dropped Izzy off.
Dom looks at me and smiles. “Well, out with it.”
I look up at him in surprise. “How do you know I have something to tell you?’
Dom chuckles as if it’s obvious. “You chew on your lip continuously when something is bugging you.”
“Damn, and I thought my poker face game was solid.” I adjust my position so I’m side on in my seat. “So I have some shitty news to deliver to Grayson that is going to make him lose his shit, and I don’t know the best way to go about it.”
Dom nods and I silent for a second. “Want my advice?”
I nod, well obviously!
“Blow him and tell him once he’s relaxed.”
I do a double take and stare at my stepbrother. “That’s your advice to your stepsister? You’re telling me to give your best friend a blow job before I tell him?”
Dom shrugs his shoulders, grinning at me. “You wanted my honest opinion, and that’s it. Izzy uses that tactic on me all the time and trust me, it works.”
“Well, okay then.” I mutter, somewhat lost for words.
We enter the house and Ems is sitting with Sophie at the kitchen island, they both have
