I snigger and can’t fight the smile. “Did you really just compare this situation to drinking prosecco or champagne?”
He grins. “I guess I did, yeah.” He’s sombre again. “I swear on my sister’s life. I didn’t touch her. I would never cheat on you or risk what we have. I love the fucking bones of you, Everly Taylor. I don’t know who I am without you anymore.”
“It hurt,” I tell him, my voice wavering. “Seeing you like that and her there, it ripped my heart in two. I can’t take losing anyone else I love, I won’t survive it.”
He takes a step forward and then another, and he reaches out for my hands and encloses them in his. “I promise you, your heart is safe with me, always.”
“I kissed Tyler this weekend,” I blurt out. If we are laying everything out on the table, I might as well get it off my chest.
He nods, his jaw tightening. “Do you want to be with him now?”
I shake my head. “No. I just wanted to forget. To feel anything other than the hurt I was feeling.”
He sighs. “I don’t care that you kissed him. You were hurting. All I care about is that you’ll believe me, believe in us.”
There is no denying it. I love this guy with all my fragile heart. I know he is telling me the truth. I can see it in his eyes. He hasn’t betrayed me. A lone tear falls down my face and Grayson swears under his breath and stepping forward he wipes it away with his thumb.
“Don’t cry, baby. I hate to see you cry.”
I lean my head against his chest. With my eyes closed, I breathe in his scent and my heart settles. “I love you so much it scares me,” I confess. “You have the ability to destroy me and I’m not sure I’d survive.”
“I know Manchester. I feel the same, and it scares the ever-loving shit out of me. Can I please kiss you now?” He asks me, his voice breaking.
I tilt my head up and look into his eyes, nodding my head. His lips meet mine. It’s cautious at first, as if he’s unsure if I might pull away, and then he deepens the kiss and I kiss him back like my life depends on it. Like he is the air I need to breathe and survive. “I don’t want you to have anything more to do with her.”
He nods as he continues to kiss me. “Trust me, I have no desire to see that bitch again.”
Sighing, I lean into him and grip his vest tightly as we kiss. “Gods, I have missed you,” he confesses.
“So, we’re kind of living together,” I say with a grin. “You’ll be here all the time.”
He nods, his eyes dark with want. “Yeah. Which means I can kiss you and feel you up all the time.”
He picks me up and deposits me on the pool table before he glances towards the stairs. His hand reaches under my jumper to the band of my leggings and he tugs at them.
“Gray we can’t,” I protest weakly.
He leans his face into mine and kisses me softly, teasingly. “Everyone is giving us space to talk, no one is coming down here and Olly is playing. I need inside of you baby, like I need air.”
I lift my body up slightly so that he can pull my leggings down. When he talks like this, I am a goner. My only thoughts become of him and of having him inside me.
My leggings and knickers pool at my feet and he pulls them off one leg so they dangle precariously on the other.
“I’ll make it quick, but you’ll have to be quiet Manchester.” He warns me, running his thumb along my bottom lip. I suck his thumb into my mouth and his eyes flare wide as he quickly fumbles with his string on his joggers and tugs them down. He pulls me forward slightly and lines himself up, and then he’s plunging inside me, filling me, and completing me.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I lean my hands back on the pool table and it tilts my hips, the angle making it feel even deeper. He moves with slow but determined purpose in and out of me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You’re mine, Manchester, now and always. It will always be you.”
I sit up, needing to feel my lips on his. He groans into my mouth, making me even more wet and needy.
“I’m not going to last baby,” he warns as he ups his pace.
“Come for me posh,” I urge him, meeting his thrusts with my hips and losing myself in the feel of him. “Oh god,” I moan and he quickly covers my lips with his and swallows my moans so that no one’s hears me. I fall apart around him and I feel him pulse and release himself inside of me.
Our hips still and we kiss, savouring the moment of being back together.
“Can I spend the rest of the day buried inside you?” he asks with a wide grin.
“That might be awkward at dinner.” I tease.
“Fuck dinner, you’re all I need to feast on tonight, Manchester,” he promises me, his eyes burning into mine, and I can already feel him hardening again inside me.
“Later tonight.” I promise and with a sigh he pulls himself out and puts my knickers and leggings back on me, dragging them up my legs slowly, teasing me with the soft brush of his fingers.
“I like the idea of living with you Manchester. Of waking up every morning with you wrapped round me.”
I watch him as he slides his boxers back up and then his joggers and my vagina sighs in disappointment that we’re not going for round two right this minute. She is a greedy girl.
He steps back in-between my legs and cups my
