CHAPTER Twenty-Four
“Guess what!” London squeals as she walks into my house.
“What?” I ask, closing the book I was reading.
“I bought myself something. I earned it all myself and I’m very proud of it,” she says, clapping her hands together.
“What did you buy?” I ask her.
“A car!” she yells.
I wince at her loudness. “You bought a car?”
“Yeah, come out and see it,” she says, running to the front door. I get up and follow behind her. When I walk into the car park, I see her standing there hugging a piece-of-shit white car. It’s a bucket. Paint is peeling off, and I’m kind of surprised she managed to get it here without breaking down. But the look on her face.
Pride.
She did this all alone, without a guy buying it for her. And she’s proud. She should be.
“What do you think?” she asks.
A slow smile breaks out on my face. “I love it,” I say, laughing when she jumps up and down.
“If you ever need a ride, I can now offer you one, sis,” she beams, rubbing the boot of the car. I shake my head at her antics.
“Are you sure the car can take your weight and mine?” I tease.
She rolls her eyes. “Very funny.”
“I hope you took someone with you who knows something about cars.”
“I took Aiden. I don’t know if he actually knows anything about cars, but he made sure I didn’t get ripped off,” she says.
“Aiden, hey?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing like that. Aiden deserves someone better than me. I think we both know that.”
“London--”
“I’m not good enough for someone like him yet, but I’m working on it,” she smirks. “Soon I’m going to have beauty, brains, and independence.”
“Brains?” I ask, laughing when I realise how it came out.
“I’m enrolling in TAFE. I’m going to study something fun,” she says, a thoughtful look on her face.
“Fun? Like what?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she says. “Tourism? Or maybe beauty? I haven’t decided yet.”
“That sounds great, London,” I say. “I’m sure you’re going to do amazing.”
“I think so too,” she replies. She has a look on her face, like she has just realised the world is her oyster.
“Proud of you, London,” I call out as I walk back to the front door. My mind roams to Brody, who left yesterday. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I’m glad he decided to try to make things right.
Life is looking up for once.
*****
That night, I jolt awake when I feel someone slide into bed with me. “What the f—”
“It’s me, babe,” Grayson whispers, spooning my back.
“What are you doing here?” I ask with a smile, snuggling back into him. His arms come around me.
“I missed you,” he grumbles, putting his cold feet on my legs.
“Hey! Your feet are bloody freezing!” I yelp.
He chuckles into my ear. “You love me and my cold feet.”
“This feels good.” Grayson hasn’t spent the night in so long, there is no way I’m taking this for granted. “Does this mean our taking it slow is over?” I whisper. His hand roams under my shirt at the same time he starts kissing me on my neck. “I’m taking that as a yes,” I announce, turning on my other side to face him and all but jumping on him. I straddle him, and then lean forward. He groans as I kiss the hell out of him, pouring all my want and need into him. He grips my ass with both hands, and starts grinding against me. He’s rock hard, which turns me on even more, knowing that he wants me as much as I want him. I tear my lips away from his to tug off my sleep shirt, leaving me in just my pink panties.
“Beautiful,” he says hoarsely, taking me in as I sit on top of him. I move to the side of him and pull my panties off, leaving me completely bare as he’s fully dressed. When he grasps my thighs and lifts me forward so I’m straddling his face, my face reddens. When his tongue peeps out as he tastes me, I forget all about my embarrassment and hold on to the headboard. He continues to pleasure me with his talented mouth, licking and sucking, paying special attention to my *. Lost in the moment, I grind myself against his face, desperately seeking release. When he slides a finger inside me and sucks on my * at the same time, it’s all over. I don’t even know what I call out as I climax. I just know that I’m loud. As the last wave passes, I slide off him, panting, and look down at him. I can see his smug smile in the moonlight. He brings his hand to his mouth and wipes away the glistening on his lips.
“That was hot,” I blurt out.
“Come here,” he growls, clearly wanting some attention.
I smile at myself, remembering what I overheard the girl say in the bathroom. Something about common courtesy? Well for me, it’s more than that. As I take him into my mouth, it’s more than just returning the favour. I want to please him. Before he’s about to come I pull away, and straddle him once more, this time sliding him inside me.
“Paris,” he moans, squeezing my hips and urging me on. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips as I make love to him. He finishes with a curse, his body jerking into mine. I collapse against his hard chest and sigh in contentment.
“Love you, babe,” he says on a sigh.
“Love you too, Gray.”