“Ok awesome, I’ll make the plans.”
I shower quickly and pull on some fresh clothes. As I walk out the locker room and into the tunnel, I see Huntley leaning against the wall with her left leg propped up. She’s wearing my favorite Coral sundress and her brown cowboy boots. Her hair is braided to the side with a few loose tendrils hanging in her face. She looks radiant.
“Hey beautiful.”
Hey head whips up and a wide grin slides over her face. When I reach her, I drop my bag and wrap my arms around her waist. I kiss her neck and move my lips up until our mouths meet. She deepens the kiss as her tongue dives into my mouth, exploring every inch of my warmth. Her hands slide up my arms and she digs her nails into my biceps. I harden instantly, letting out a low growl into her mouth. Something tells me my beautiful girl is horny.
She’s going to be the death of me.
I break away and rest my forehead on hers. “What did I do to deserve that?” I ask. Every kiss with her is like our first kiss. It drives me crazy.
“Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” she teases, a slight giggle in her voice.
“That wasn’t just a kiss, and we both know it.”
She smiles and looks up at me from beneath her thick lashes. Her cheeks are red, and I wonder if it’s because she’s flushed or if it’s because of what she’s about to say. I’m guessing both.
“Maybe,” she breathes against my lips, “It’s a taste of what’s to come.”
I grip her hips. “No pun intended there right?”
Her hand slips between us and rubs the bulge forming under my zipper. I groan, straining my muscles to stop myself from taking her right here, right now.
“Not at all,” she smirks.
I shake my head. If we don’t leave now, there’s no guarantee that I won’t rip her clothes off and do all kinds of dirty things to her against the wall.
“Let’s get out of here before I do something I shouldn’t.”
She laughs and picks up her bag. I grab mine and lace our fingers together as we make our way towards the parking lot.
“How do you girls feel about going out tonight?” I ask, remembering that Brody suggested it.
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” she laughs, “Demi and I heard about something happening at Nicky’s tonight. We thought it would it be nice to get out the apartment for a change.”
I’m about to respond when I feel Huntley tense beside me, coming to a complete standstill. I follow her gaze, my eyes landing on a red Ford Mustang GT with plates I don’t recognize. I scoff when I see the ‘I Fucked Your Girlfriend Last Night And She Liked It’ sticker on the back bumper.
I look back at Huntley. Her face is pale, like she’s seen a ghost. “Are you ok?”
She doesn’t respond.
I touch her face and her eyes dart to mine. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, “Nothing, nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“Gray, I’m fine, let’s just go.”
She pulls me towards my truck and says nothing when we climb in. I can’t escape the feeling that she lied to me and that what just happened is not nothing.
I’ll drop it for now, but sooner or later she’ll tell me.
Chapter 21
Huntley
We walk into Nicky’s and when Grayson looks at me, I plaster on a fake smile and pretend I’m not freaking out on the inside. He saw my reaction in the parking lot earlier, and I could see the questions in his eyes, but I didn’t want to tell him that the red Ford Mustang GT belonged to my ex, Jake.
I knew it was his car. If the number plates weren’t a dead giveaway then that vulgar sticker on the bumper most certainly was. He could only be here for one reason – to find me. Deep down I always knew this day would come, but what surprises me is that it’s taken him so long. I push my inner conflict over telling Grayson or not aside, and decide to enjoy my night out. It’s been a while since we just let loose and had fun and I’m not going to allow the mere possibility that Jake could be here, to ruin it.
Grayson grabs my hand and we weave our way through the crown. The bar is packed. Luckily we find an open table and take our seats. “I’m going to the bar. Can I get you something to drink?” Grayson whispers. His warm breath tickles my ear, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. I shiver and clench my thighs. He smirks and decides to kiss the spot under my ear just for extra measure. Bastard. He’s teasing me, driving my body wild. My hormones have been all over the place lately, and I’m craving Grayson. Badly.
“Just a soda,” I barely squeak the words out. I’m squeezing my thighs so tightly that they could cramp any second. Grayson walks to the bar and I can’t help but watch his butt. His stride radiates dominance, and his legs move effortlessly. I bite my lip, thinking about the raw strength and power that ebbs and flows through his body, resulting in natural stamina.