Shattered (25 page)

"What happened yesterday? You both seem--different."

"Really?" I asked, unaware that anything looked different between Grayson and me.

"I'm not blind. I see something there, like a break through. What happened?"

"Are you thirsty?" I asked. She nodded her head and I made my way into the kitchen to grab her a drink before returning to fill her in on what happened while we were in Bellingham.

Miranda sat and listened intently as I went over the drive up there and the accident, the lunch we shared at B-Ham Bistro, the tumultuous time at the cemetery, and all of the aftermath. Her eyes would occasionally widen or shut, depending on what part of the story I was telling. At the end of it, she sat in utter amazement that all of this had happened in a twenty-four hour span, but was thankful to Grayson and grateful that I had finally let him break through the walls that I had constructed as I began my journey of love and loss.

"Looks like we both finally hit the jackpot in the guy department. I'm really happy for you, Dallis. I think Grayson is really good for you," Miranda said, before downing half of her pop.

"I'm happy for you, too. I'm happy for Sean. He has no idea how much of an amazing guy he must be to land you."

"He is fan-fucking-tastic." I raised my eyebrow and frowned at her lingo. "He really is, but I won't tell him. I'm so happy."

Miranda and I spent the next hour or so talking about her ideas for her wedding and how she thought that she'd never plan one for herself. I made myself comfortable on the couch as she rattled off every intricate detail she hoped to have for her big day. For someone who never thought she'd be in a relationship long enough to get married, she sure as hell had everything planned down to the most minuscule detail. Normally, this talk would have triggered me to find an escape route out of the conversation, but it was Miranda and seeing her so happy brought a joy and excitement to me that I hadn't felt in a long time.

Two weeks later, Grayson and I were still going strong and Miranda was happily driving me insane with incessant wedding planning. I'd been dragged all around Seattle in search of the perfect wedding gown, and after a while they all started to look the same: large, white dresses, with too much beading and tulle that was purposely overpriced at the excuse of
doing it right for your big day.
I kept my overly critical comments to myself. Miranda was in a rare state of euphoria and I had no plans to be the person to pull her out of it.

Taking a brief reprieve from the wedding plans, I was finally ready and had the time to do something that had been on my mind for a while.

 Grayson and I had been taking turns sleeping over at one another's houses, and if we were going by a schedule, I should have been staying at his house tonight, but I'd called him and asked if he would come and stay at mine instead.

When he showed up, I eagerly pulled him into the house, dropping a couple of kisses on him before dragging him upstairs. He looked at me with wild curiosity as I swiftly tugged him into my room and in front of my bed.

"Well if you need it that bad, I'm glad to provide, babe. All you had to do was ask," he said, shaking his head at me.

"Get your head out of the gutter, Rivera," I responded, lightly hitting him on the chest. "I might take you up on that offer later, but right now, we have a much more pressing matter."

Grayson watched me as I walked into the closet and pulled out a large, brown box. I sat it down at his feet and dropped to the floor on my knees beside it.

"What's this?" he asked.

I opened the box and began pulling out pictures of my parents and other memorabilia that I had stored away. "I'm ready. I'm ready to bring my parents into my home and I want you to help me do it.

"I'm glad to help," Grayson said. He helped me empty the box and decide where to position each picture. It was much easier than I had anticipated and I had a good time doing it.

Grayson asked plenty of questions about each piece that we put up and I went into long drawn out stories about the pictures: where they were taken, what they were taken for, and the emotional significance they held for me. He never tired of my stories and amazingly, I never tired of his questions. Revealing a hidden part of me to him felt like yet another milestone that we had reached. The more we opened up to one another, the more I felt our connection grow.

"Finished," I said, as we stood back and admired the last picture that we put up just above the couch. It was the last picture that I had taken with both of my parents, just before my dad was killed.

Grayson stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly to his chest. He breathed in the scent from my hair and whispered, "It's perfect."

I turned to face him. "Thank you so much. I don't think I can ever thank you enough."

"No need, babe."

I grabbed his face, which was unfortunately now clear of the scruff, and kissed him long and hard.

"I think I might know how you can thank me. It's a good start at least," he said, lowering his eyes at me.

"And what would that be?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

Grayson didn't say anything and instead scooped me up in his arms and walked me over to the stairs. He stopped just at the bottom and smiled down at me. "I think you already know," he said, and rushed me up the stairs.

Grayson tossed me face first onto the bed and removed his shirt. I sucked in my bottom lip as I looked back at the sight of his beautifully tatted chest. He used his knees to move about the bed and quickly pulled off my shirt and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts for his taking. He took one in each of his hands and began to gently massage them from behind. I tossed my hair to the side, giving him free reign over my neck and he took it, sending pleasurable pulses up and down my spine.

I reached behind me and grabbed Grayson's neck, holding him down as he licked and sucked from the very top of my neck, all the way down to my shoulders. I began to lose all sense of control as he took more and more of me. The burst of sensations surging through my body with just his mouth alone was sending my libido into overdrive and I felt myself desperately longing for him. My moans grew louder as Grayson took my hair in his hand, pulling ever so slightly, flexing and taking more of my neck. I felt my breathing dramatically pick up and my body began to move in the same up and down motion, prompting Grayson to turn me over and lay me down on the bed.

He pulled my pants down from my legs, and used his hand to snake up my thigh as his nose glided up the inside, making me squirm from the tantalizing feel alone. When he was at the apex of my thighs, he stopped and slowly used both hands to pull my panties down, exposing me. Grayson sucked his fingers and gently slid one and then two fingers inside of me, my walls tightening at the intrusion. He moved his fingers agonizingly slowly, sending intoxicatingly torturous spasms throughout my body. I moved my hips to the rhythm of his fingers, sending my body into a tailspin, awaiting more of what I needed Grayson to give me.

As Grayson began to pick up speed, so did my hips. He moved his fingers in and out… in a circular motion…up and down. I matched every movement, hoping to keep him inside of me to quell the overwhelming urge I had to yank his hands out, and thrust his cock into me. Just as I felt my body starting to build, Grayson slowly slid his fingers out of me. My walls were folding in, as emptiness gave way to desperation. I had to hold my legs together to stave off the feeling of need that was slowly taking over my body.

Before I knew it, Grayson was using his legs to open mine, and in one swift movement, he sent his thick cock barreling into me. I cried out at the invasion, thankful as he moved in a slow, steady rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hoping to give him the space necessary to completely fill me. He took every inch of it, grasping onto my ass while he did so. I lifted my hips and moved with him, matching each thrust with a movement of my own. My hands grabbed onto his sweat slicked back, and I ground my nails into his skin, hoping to hold on as Grayson picked up the pace.

My moans turned into screams, as Grayson's thrusts were matched by the sensual sound of his grunts. Feeling the pleasure he was experiencing from my body was a satisfying feel, but hearing the pleasure he felt put me over the top. I briefly opened my eyes and took in the beautiful man cradling and filling me. The slight hint of strain in his face was overshadowed by the pleasurable clenching of his eyes that seemed to come with every lunge he threw into me. I tightened my grip on his back as he squeezed harder onto my ass, his cock jabbing away at my insides with force.

Grayson sat up on his knees, pulling me closer to him by my hips, but never exiting me. He grabbed onto my thighs and held them up, using them to glide himself back and forth inside of me. From this position, he was able to hit a spot that briefly numbed me with every stroke. The faster he went, the more my body lay in a flaccid mess just beneath him. I couldn't keep my eyes open and my screams heightened with every thrust Grayson put into me. I wanted him to stop, but I wanted him to keep going even more. The sensations were confusing me, causing me to doubt if I could hold out any longer as my body began to tingle from the waist down. My legs shook as I grabbed the sheets in both hands and tightly held on, while Grayson drove further and further into me.

Soon, my screams became silent pleas as I was no longer capable of formulating coherent words. Sweat coated our bodies and Grayson repositioned his hands on my thighs to keep from losing his grip as the moisture filled them. He continued to plunge deeper and deeper into me, effectively crippling my lower half as I had no further strength to do anything but allow him to finish me off. I could feel every ounce of blood rushing to my clit as Grayson continued his relentless pursuit to own and annihilate me.

He moved at a steady pace, but after a few more thrusts his body began quickening and I knew he was ready to explode inside of me. My body felt the signs and my toes began curling uncontrollably, my fingers damn near ripping through the sheets. Grayson's breaths picked up, and his voice rumbled something low as he stalled and allowed himself to fill me. I came shortly after. Every wall in my body felt like it was disintegrating as Grayson and his powerful cock poured every ounce of love into me. The orgasm overtaking my body resembled the force of a raging river and I lay helpless as it roared through me, stripping me from the inside out.

Grayson collapsed on top of me and worked to still his now panting breath. I finally unlocked my death grip I'd had on the sheets and, after working to slow my breathing, I was finally able to speak. "Wow!" I breathed.

Grayson finally caught his breath and rolled to the side of me. "Wow is right. Where the hell did all of that come from?" he asked, playing with a couple of tendrils of my hair.

"I should be asking you that. You damn near demolished me."

"Never my intention, babe. Never my intention," he said, as a sly grin spread across his lips.

I rolled to my side and kissed him, still needing to feel some part of his body on mine. "You hungry?" I asked once I'd pulled away.

"After that? Hell, yeah," he replied. I lightly smacked his shoulder, prompting him to pull me to his still warm and dampened body.

After a few more minutes of lying in each other's arms, we finally got out of bed and threw on some clothes to go downstairs and eat.

Standing in front of the fridge, I searched for something quick and easy to make, settling on salads and bottles of water. We took the food out to the living room and turned on the TV. Grayson had a fetish with grunge rock bands, so we stopped on yet another, documentary about the bands that helped to make the grunge music era big in its day. I didn’t mind since most of that music had been my musical choices when I was younger.

When a commercial break came, I noticed Grayson watching me. He had an impassive expression on his face, which made me a tad bit uncomfortable.

"What?" I asked, breaking him from his reverie.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. "It's nothing."

"It's something. You were staring at me."

"I can’t stare at you? If you saw what I was looking at, you'd stare too."

I laughed. "Okay. I’ll give you that, but it was more than that. What were you thinking?"

He gazed his beautiful eyes into mine. "Just how in awe I am of you. You were such a shell when I first met you and in such a short amount of time, you've broken free from it." I blushed slightly, not expecting Grayson to shower me with praise. "I'm just so damn thrilled that you let me be a part of this."

"I'm thrilled that you brought me out of that shell. I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing until you came into my life."

"Heinous double dates and spilled water brought us to where we are now. I can't wait to tell our grandkids that story," Grayson said. My eyes widened with astonishment at the mention of grandkids.

"You want kids?" I asked inquiringly.

"Someday. Yeah. Do you?"

"Yeah…someday. I had no idea you did. You don't look the kid type."