Chasing Rhodes (Rock Falls #1) (11 page)

I can see the pre-come beading on the tip of his cock, and I unconsciously lick my lips. I want to suck him in my mouth. I want to feel him at the back of my throat. I want to taste him.

“Put two fingers inside your pussy, Hannah. Fuck yourself for me.”

Once my fingers are inside, I start to fuck myself hard, at the same pace he’s jerking off to. I wish it were his fingers inside me, but watching him get off by looking at me has me on a high like no other.

He stalks over to the bed, kneeling beside me, his dick almost touching my stomach. “Rub your clit with your other hand, baby. Make yourself come,” he says.

Within seconds, my orgasm is ripping through my body. It’s not as good as the ones he gives me, but it still feels amazing. Greyson’s head falls back as he groans, furiously pumping his cock before he releases, covering my tits in his come.

He collapses on the bed beside me and grins. “I fucking love seeing you covered in me.” I love this possessive side of him, the side that loves to mark me.

“That was hot as hell, Greyson,” I gasp, still trying to catch my breath. I’ve never let a guy come on me before, and I never imagined it would be that fucking hot.

“It’s always hot with us.” He gives me a cocky smile and stands from the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart, and then we can talk.”

With that, he leads me into the bathroom to shower. It takes us forever to finish in the bathroom because every time he washes my body, I end up getting fucked against the shower tile. At one point, we even make it out of the shower, only for him to end up eating me out on the sink counter. We’ve officially fucked on almost every surface in the bathroom. Now I am clean, satisfied, and I barely have enough energy to get dressed.
I wonder if he planned it that way,
I snicker to myself.

“Was that your plan?” I ask, and he cocks an eyebrow at me in question. “Was your plan to fuck me until I was sated enough that hopefully I wouldn’t remember how royally pissed off I was, I mean am, at you?”

He laughs and the sound makes my heart swell. “I’ll never tell.” He winks and scoops me up, carrying me into the kitchen.

He sits me down on the kitchen island and goes about making coffee for himself and an orange juice for me. He leans on the counter opposite me and sips his black coffee, eyeing me over the rim of his cup.

“Oh no,” I say, shaking my head. “If you’re looking for me to drive this conversation, you’re out of your damn mind. This was your colossal fuck-up, not mine. You talk, I’ll listen.”

He sighs and sets his cup down, crossing his heavily tattooed arms over his bare chest. “It’s a long story.”

“Well you’re in luck, Hunnam, because I’ve called into work and I’ve got all day.” I give myself a mental high five for being smart enough to have done that. He doesn’t have any cards left to play but to tell me the truth.

“You’ve probably noticed I don’t even talk about my dad.” I nod. We’ve been together for over two months and he’s never once mentioned the man who gave him life. “My sperm donor is a bastard.” He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes tightly. After a few seconds, he opens them again and the hate behind them is startling. “My mother loved him more than life itself, and the day he left us, it broke her. I was only twelve and I didn’t know what to do. It killed me to watch her suffer. That’s what it was, you know—suffering. I spent years prying the bottles out of her hands and flushing her pills down the toilet. I did everything I could to make her smile, but she was too far gone. She couldn’t see past the loss of that piece of shit. It may have been the alcohol that finally took her from this world, but she’d died of a broken heart long before that.”

I move off the counter to wrap my arms around his waist, laying my head over his lion heart. “I’m so sorry, Greyson.” I don’t know what else to say. Having grown up in such a loving, happy home, I can’t even imagine what he must have gone through.

“The day she died, I made a promise to myself that I would never do that to another person. I would never break someone who loved me.” I try to hold back tears and be strong for him. My crying won’t help. He hangs his head, resting it on top of mine. “I’m just like him. His blood runs in my veins. I’ve never allowed myself to love anyone, but with you, I couldn’t help it. I’m going to try, Hannah. You make me want to try, but I’m terrified. I’m terrified I’ll do to do what he did to her, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that happened.”

I grab his face in my hands to make sure he’s looking at me because I want him to know that I mean what I’m saying. “You are nothing like that man, Greyson. You are loving and kind. I hate him for doing that to your family and I hate that he stole your mother from you. But you hear me when I tell you, you are nothing like him. Nothing.” I tried to hold it back, but sometime during my speech, I started to cry and he did too.

He picks me up and kisses me on the lips with so much love that I feel like my heart is going to burst. “You’re like coming home to me, Hannah. I’m going to fuck up, but I need you to remember that I love you. I always will. Please don’t give up on me.”

“I love you too,” I whisper back.

“Promise me you won’t. Promise me that you won’t give up on me even when you want to. Please don’t,” he pleads.

“You’re like coming home for me too, Greyson. I won’t give up on you. I’m willing to fight for this if you are too,” I tell him, placing my forehead on his like he always does to me. I find it comforting when he does it, and I’m hoping he feels that way too.

“Only for you, sweetheart. Only for you.” He picks me up and carries me off to the bedroom.

We spend the rest of that day naked, tangled in each other. It feels amazing to be in his arms again. My heart feels like it is whole. When the girls get home from work, we all go to dinner. Surprisingly with both Jami and Jay in tow. It seems as though my girls have some spilling of their own to do.

It takes me a while to get to sleep that night. Greyson is lying with his head on my chest, arms and legs wrapped around me as I think about everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours.

Now, I don’t know much about boxing, aside from being an avid fan of the Rocky movies, but although this round has beaten us both up pretty badly, I am ready to get back in the ring and go again. I meant it when I said that I’d be willing to fight for him. Everything that happened with Jackson made me crave stability in my life, but I hope with every fiber of my being that, with time, Greyson can overcome his demons.

W
E SEEM TO
have grown even closer since that day, the day he told me about his past. We hardly spend any nights apart after that. Even when he works, I stay the night at his house. I went out for lunch with the girls the next day and explained to them what happened. They were happy about our reconciliation, and since then, we’ve been making more of an effort to do things as a group, Jami and Jay included. We went snowboarding, played hockey on the lake, and even tried a few games nights at our place. If you’ve never seen three burly, tattooed guys play charades, you should try it because it’s hilarious.

Work has been steady, and the days are passing by quickly. I am happy again. Before we know it, it is almost Easter.
Easter is great, right? Chocolate, bunnies, etc. Right? Wrong.
I am an absolute nervous wreck. My parents called to ask if I was bringing Greyson to Easter dinner. I haven’t told them what happened the first time we tried to play this ‘meet the parents’ game, but I am sure they didn’t buy my line that he had been working late either.

I gave my mom a definite maybe and told her I’d let her know by Thursday night. Dinner is on Friday. I know most people do their dinners on Easter Sunday, but not us. Every year, we have ours on the Friday before, and on Saturday morning for as long as I can remember, my dad has whisked my mom away for a romantic overnight trip somewhere. It is absolutely adorable. My dad is the type of man every woman would be lucky to marry. He buys my mom flowers once a week and loves her with his entire heart. There is nothing my dad wouldn’t do for his family.
Unfortunately for me, that also includes grilling my boyfriend about how he stood us up for dinner last month. There is no pulling the wool over Daddy’s eyes.

Beth and I are sitting on the couch Monday night, chatting about where we thought Dad would be taking mom this year, when Greyson comes in the front door.

“Hi, ladies. What do you two look so excited about?” he says, walking over to sit down beside me, pulling me into his lap.

“We’re trying to guess where our dad’s taking our mom for Easter this year,” Beth rattles off and continues to explain the entire Rhodes tradition to him, including Friday night dinner.

“I want to do that,” he says, mirroring Beth’s excitement.

My jaw almost hits the ground. “You want to what?” I ask to clarify.

“I want to have Friday night Easter dinner with your family and then take you away for the rest of the weekend.”

Well, hell fire save matches, fuck a duck and see what hatches!
I heard Steven Tyler say that once on
American Idol
, and that seemed to sum up my shock perfectly.
He wants to have dinner with my family?

I try to figure out the best way to say what I want to say. I don’t want to be insensitive, but at the same time, it’s only been a month since the last disaster that was him meeting my parents. Or should I say his attempt at meeting my parents seeing as he never actually arrived there.

I give him a wide-eyed look. “Are you sure you’re…ready for that?” I ask quietly.

“I want to meet them, Hannah. I want to meet the people who raised the woman I love.”

I can hear Beth sigh on the other side of the couch as he leans down to kiss my cheek.
Sometimes I wonder if my sister thinks she can clone him.
I start to chew on my lower lip. I’m nervous as shit. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask him about dinner since my mom asked me, but now that the moment was actually here and he wanted to come, I wasn’t am not sure I can handle it.

“Slow down the wheels there, sweetheart. It will be okay. I’m ready for this. I promise I will be there.”

“Oh, Han. Don’t sweat it. We can all go together,” says Beth. I don’t even have to look at her to know that she’s sporting her ‘Team Greyson’ outfit right now.

“All right. I’ll call mom,” I sigh in defeat.

Beth gets up off the couch, tossing a wink at me before saying, “Besides, if anyone should be nervous, it oughta be Hunnam over there. He’s the one who’s going to get the third degree.” And with that, she bounces down the hall and into the bathroom.

I want to throw a pillow at her face. He’s already weird about this shit and she knows it. I spin my head back towards Greyson in a panic, ready to assess the damage of my sister’s careless words, and I’m shocked to find him grinning back at me.

“Is your dad going to grill me, sweetheart?” He smirks, cocking his head to the side and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I decide that I might as well go with honesty. If he’s going to freak out, I’d rather him do it now while we’re alone. “Probably. I don’t think he bought my excuse when you didn’t show up last time.”

A flash of regret passes over his face, and he grabs me by the sides of my face so I’m looking at him. “He’s right to be worried about you with me,” he says, and I hope this isn’t him trying to pull that ‘you’re too good for me’ shit again because that pisses me right the fuck off. “But I’m not scared of him, Hannah. I look forward to shaking your father’s hand and telling him how much I love his daughter.”

Okay. Swoon. I’m sold. Where do I sign up?

I lean forward and take his mouth in a kiss, but before he can deepen it, I climb off his lap and begin walking towards my bedroom. I turn around so I’m walking backwards slowly and crook my finger at him to come closer. As he does, I taunt him.

“You should be scared, Hunnam.” I toss out my nickname for him and he grins.
It’s supposed to be embarrassing, but the bastard loves it.
“My Daddy has guns, Greyson.”

He’s almost reached me now, and my back is pressed against my bedroom door. He flexes his impressive muscles and I laugh.

“Not those kind of guns, handsome.” I wink, grabbing him by the front of the shirt, crashing my lips onto his.