Forbidden Love (Forbidden Trilogy) (11 page)

I sip on the last of my wine, allowing myself to succumb to my buzz. Life is good. I have a man that I adore, my stalker calls have been non-existent, and I’m in good company. I watch as Meghan and Bailey polish off the last two slices of the pizza and complain about the professors they hate taking this semester. My phone chirps, alerting me that I have an incoming text.

Grayson: What are you doing sexy?

Me: Who is this?

Grayson: Who do you want it to be love?

Inside, I’m doing a happy dance that he’s contacted me. I decide to play this game a little longer.

Me: Hmmm. My lover. I miss his cock.

Grayson: Someone’s been drinking.

Me: Maybe

Grayson: It wasn’t a question babe. Margarita Monday right? Why don’t you bring your sexy ass outside? Your lover is waiting in the limo.

Damn, he knows me well.

I’m dressed in sweats and a tank, but if I change, I’ll draw attention to me leaving. I make some lame excuse about asking a neighbor to join our booze fest and the girls buy it. Jordan knows better, but simply smiles in understanding. The cool air snips at my exposed arms. My flip-flop clad feet help to quicken my pace as I round the corner looking for the limo. The driver sees me approaching and wastes no time opening the door for me. Grayson frowns when he sees how I’m dressed.

“Where in the hell are your clothes? It’s too cold for you to be dressed like it’s god damn Summer time,” he barks. I jump at his assertion. Dominance is one thing in the bedroom, but outside of sex, it catches me off guard. “Get in,” he says lowering his voice some.

“Well, hello to you too. Welcome back.” His eyes lose some of their hardness and he grabs my hands.

“Sorry for yelling sweetheart. I just don’t want you getting sick trying to see me. That was not my intent. I just wanted to surprise you.”

His concern is endearing. I want to diffuse any lingering unpleasant vibes. I reach up and bring his face to mine and he rewards me with a sensuous kiss. The remaining goose bumps that weren’t dissipated from the heat circulating in the limo disappear the moment his hands touch me. He pulls me onto his lap and I straddle his muscular thighs. He palms my ass as he thrusts his erection upward. He sucks on my neck and I’m dizzy with desire.

“I’ve missed you so much baby.” The sound of the privacy screen rising reminds me that we’re not alone. I look in the direction of the driver’s seat, but he is no longer visible. “He can’t see or hear us love,” Grayson says while removing my tank. One flick to the clasp in the front of my bra and my naked breasts are on display for him. The heat in his eyes is unmistakable.
Shit this is really happening.
I look around the parking lot and I can see people walking to their cars. I instinctively cover my breasts.

“Grayson, are you sure nobody can see us?” He removes my arms slowly and takes a nipple into his mouth. “Grrrrrayson,” I whimper.

“I promise nobody can see us baby. Let me fuck you. I can’t wait until this weekend. I miss you too much.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He continues his assault on my other nipple. It doesn’t take long for wetness to pool between my legs.

He lays me down on the limo seat and pulls frantically at my sweats until they’re in a pile on the limo floor with the rest of my clothes. “This is going to be quick baby.” He reaches down to ensure that I’m wet enough. When he is satisfied that I am, he pulls down his own slacks and boxers to his knees. He positions himself at my entrance before he plunges in and holy hell.

“Oh Grayson,” I moan. My verbalization spurs him on. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and this new depth has me holding on to his shoulders to brace myself for the pounding he is giving me. He angles his hips in a delicious rhythm as he grinds even deeper.

“Fuck…so good baby,” he growls. His punishing strokes are relentless. I grab his hair as he pushes me over the edge. I scream his name and a wicked smirks forms on his lips. “Mine,” he claims as he finds his own release inside me. He falls forward to lay on top me. His chest heaves as he works to catch his breath.

“Damn, I needed that,” I confess, courtesy of the wine. I play with his hair and kiss the side of his face. He flips us over and now I’m resting on top of him.

“I needed that more than you did. I’ve thought about you nonstop all week.” We did talk on the phone, but between his meetings and my classes, it wasn’t often enough. We talked briefly before turning in each night, but that just made me miss him even more.

Our post-coital haze is interrupted by a pull of the handles on the limo door.
What the hell?
“Grayson are you in there?” Bailey’s inquisitive voice penetrates through the door and I’m scrambling to put my clothes back on. The limo driver gets out and tries to diffuse the situation.

“How does she know that this is your limo Grayson?” I whisper hiss.

“It has to be the license plate. It’s a custom plate babe. Sorry, I didn’t think about that. I just came here straight from the airport because I needed to see you.” He pulls up his pants, but his shirt is still unbuttoned and his hair has that just fucked look I love so much.

“Oh. My. God. Please don’t let her in. I didn’t tell her that I was seeing you. Does she know?”

“Unfortunately not love. She hasn’t seen our parents lately because they’re in Europe for a convention. As far as Vanessa, I made her promise not to spill the beans— I thought it would be better coming from me. I just haven’t had the opportunity to talk to her because of this business trip. I don’t want her to find out I’m seeing her brother like this. We can hear her arguing with the driver.

“I know he’s in there, Stanley. I could hear moving around in there when I first walked up. Look, I already sent my only ride away rather than have her drive out of her way to take me home. I don’t give a shit who he has in there. I need a ride home.” Her frustration is evident.

“I have to let her in sweetheart. I can’t have my sister freezing her ass off out there and stranded without a ride. We can do this. It’s only a matter of time before our parents deliver the news anyway. We can tell her together.” He looks at me for reassurance and I nod.

He opens the limo door and I couldn’t have been prepared for Bailey’s reaction if I tried. She just stands there, slack mouthed, in shock. It takes a moment for her to process my presence. “What the fuck is going on? You’re screwing my brother?” Damn. Grayson didn’t even bother fixing his shirt, although I’m sure it doesn’t take a genius to guess what we’ve been up to. I have no words.

“Bailey. We didn’t want you to find out like this, but Siobhan and I are dating.” He reaches for her, but she steps back.

“How long has this been going on? Fuck. This is why Vanessa has been an emotional mess. Shiv is the reason why you cut your friendship off with her,” she accuses.

“Siobhan and I started seeing each other casually last semester and it’s blossomed into something more. My relationship with Vanessa is complicated,” he attempts to explain. Bailey turns her glare towards me. “You’ve befriended me, yet you sleep with my brother behind my back. I trusted you and you’ve been a lying bitch this whole time.” Her words hurt because I know I should’ve shared that trust she extended and told her sooner.

“I’m sorry Bailey. I should have—” She cuts me off with a wave of her hand. Grayson tries to stop her ranting, but she talks over him.

“I don’t want your fucking apology. Day late...dollar short. I no longer trust you. An omission is still a lie. You had a whole semester to come clean. He’s never acknowledged you. How does that make you feel to know you were his dirty little secret?”

“Bailey, shut the hell up. You don’t have all the information.” He is arguing with her, but I take this moment to sprint back towards the condo. This is the second time I’ve been accused of being a whore. Bailey may not have stated those exact words, but they were implied. I’m just fucking up friendships left and right. I can’t face Jordan right now. Instead of heading back to our unit, I head towards the pool. The gates are locked so I take a seat on the ground and lean against them. I let the tears fall freely now for the chaos that is my life. All facets of my life can never line the hell up. As soon as one aspect is going well, something else plunges me pack into misery.

I smell his expensive cologne without looking up. “Get up baby. You’re going to get sick out here.” I look up at him and he grimaces at my tear-stained face. He pulls me up and kisses my eyelids. “Our road won’t be an easy one sweetheart, especially because of the way we started, but you’re worth it for me. Bailey was out of line. I’ll talk to her once she gets over the initial shock and calms down. For now, I had Stanley take her home. Now come on, let’s get you inside.” He takes his suit jacket off and wraps it around me. I’m hurting so I smart off, “Yeah, let’s get your dirty little secret inside before someone sees you.”

He steps closer to me until my back is against the gate. “Don’t you dare fucking do that. You already know how I feel about you. Don’t ever let someone else’s words or misconceptions make you doubt the love I have for you. I’m not good at expressing my feelings so I need you to believe in us.” He grabs my hand and starts pulling me along. “I’m taking your ass inside. I need to fuck you into a good mood again. You need my attitude adjuster.”

“Your attitude adjuster?” I struggle to keep pace with his brisk walking.

“My cock love. It’s your personal attitude adjuster,” he smirks.

“Oh. My. God. You are so crass. Your cock is not a fix all smart ass.” I can’t help but smile. His serious intent on making me feel better with his penis is so out there, it’s funny. He has a way of making everything fade in the background except me and him. I can’t stay upset around him. He won’t let me. His cocky ways are endearing and infectious.

“So you say babe, but the mere mention of my cock, and those tears are gone.” He winks at me and I slap his arm. Crap, he’s right. “You’re even smiling. In a few minutes you’ll be screaming out in pleasure. If that is not an attitude adjuster, I don’t know what is.”

We enter the condo laughing, but Jordan is in the living room pacing. “Shiv, are you okay? Bailey called me upset. She shared with me the lashing she gave you.” Grayson pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. He doesn’t want me to slide back into my somber mood.

“Let’s talk later, okay?” I give her a hug to reassure her that I’m okay.
For now.

“Thank fuck,” Grayson exclaims.

The minute we enter my room I’m surprised by Grayson’s actions. He takes out his phone and scroll through it for a few seconds before placing it on my iHome docking station on my nightstand. Lifehouse’s “Everything” begins to play from the speakers and I’m so moved. I can’t help the tears that fall, but these are happy tears. He knows how much music means to me. He said he has a difficult time expressing himself so he is using the music as a form of expression. He saunters over to where I’m still standing by the door.

“Listen to the lyrics baby. They convey my love for you so perfectly.” He uses his thumb to wipe away my tears before placing a chaste kiss to my lips. He eases me down to the chair I have in the corner and places my feet on the ottoman. “Sit here. I’m going to run us a bath. Have you eaten?” I simply nod because I’m still in shock at his tender side. Satisfied with my answer, he walks to my bathroom and closes the door. I can hear the bath water running. What had escalated to a shitty day is now looking up. Grayson doesn’t see that the attitude adjuster is him. His cock is just an added bonus. I’m so irrevocably in love with this man. He has managed to not just alter my mood, but my perception and receptiveness to love as well. I’m now willing to let go and let love in.

I’m pulled out of my reverie by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Grayson strides past me and out of my room. He briefly converses with Jordan before returning to the room with two wine glasses and a bottle of pinot grigio. He doesn’t say a word to me, he just grabs the iHome and takes it all to the bathroom. I don’t have to wait long, he is at my side in seconds pulling me up. “Come love.”
Wow.
The lavender aroma permeating from the bath is heavenly. Little tea lights are placed along the tub and help to create a romantic ambiance. He shuffles through the music on his phone until he finds the playlist he’s looking for. Joi’s
Lick
starts to play and I giggle. So gone is the lovey-dovey music. He has replaced it with music that conveys he wants to fuck. I gather that my assessment is correct from the sudden wickedness in his eyes. He slowly unbuttons his dress shirt and I’m spellbound. His chest and abs are a picture of perfection. Every etched line screams to be licked. He sees the lust in my eyes and begins to remove his pants just as slowly. The massive bulge in front of his boxer briefs is unmistakable.