“Yep,” I said as I popped my p and tried like hell to remember how to breathe.
Grayson’s eyes were on fire as he wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me into him. His hard dick was pressing into my stomach as his eyes landed on my lips. “Don’t count on the drive home being like any other drive.”
My lips parted and for one moment, I forgot how to talk. “Why’s that?”
Grayson reached his hand up under my jacket and dress while he pushed two fingers inside of me as he pushed me against his truck. I should have been shocked and worried if anyone saw us, but I was too worked up to care. He slowly moved his fingers in and out as I pushed my hips into him, trying to gain friction. “Oh God,” I whispered as I grabbed onto his coat.
And just like that, he stepped away and I felt empty. My breath hitched as he pushed his fingers into his mouth and moaned. Slowly pulling them from his mouth, he winked at me. “It’s time to eat.”
My body could barely move as I felt the wetness between my legs. “Wait, Grayson. May I please have my panties back?”
With a laugh, he tugged me along and right into the house. We stopped dead in our tracks when we came upon Ashley kissing someone in her living room.
“Mom?” Grayson said as Ashley quickly stepped away and tried to hide her embarrassment. Her cheeks were flushed, and I was positive she was worked up as much as I was.
“Oh, Grayson! Meagan darling. I didn’t even hear you come in.”
“Obviously,” Grayson said with disgust laced in his voice.
Reaching for his hand, I squeezed it. “Ashley, it’s so wonderful seeing you again!” I said as I walked toward her. She quickly pulled me into an embrace and said, “That was not how I wanted that to go.”
With a reassuring hug, I pulled back and looked at an older handsome man standing awkwardly in the living room.
“Oh, um, James, this is Grayson, my son.” James reached his hand out for Grayson’s as they shook quickly.
“It’s so nice to finally get to meet you, Grayson,” James said as Grayson flashed his mother a confused look.
Ashley took James’ hand and moved him closer to me. “And this is Meagan, Grayson’s girlfriend.”
Our hands shook as I gave him a big toothy grin. Hopefully I wasn’t over doing it by trying to make up for Grayson’s reaction.
“Ashley has spoken fondly of you, Meagan.”
My face blushed as I said, “Please call me Meg.”
James nodded, “Meg it is.”
“So, it seems to me you know a lot about us but I’ve got to be honest here, I’ve never heard my mother mention you once, James.”
Ashley glared at Grayson while I shot daggers at him. I got that he was upset, but to embarrass his mother was just wrong.
“Grayson, may I speak with you in private please?” I said as I tugged on his jacket.
James cleared his throat and turned to Ashley, “I’ll go check the chicken on the grill.”
Grayson chuckled. “You’re grilling in the middle of winter?”
Another tug on Grayson’s jacket and his mother glaring at him had Grayson taking a step toward the stairs.
Ashley looked lovingly back at James. “I’ll join you.” Snapping her head back toward her son, Ashley spoke softly. “Grayson, when you remember how I raised you, please join us in the kitchen.”
We watched James slip a coat over Ashley’s shoulders as they retreated through the kitchen.
Turning, I shook my head. “Oh my God. Could you be any more of a dick?”
Grayson grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs and down the hall. The door to the guest room flew open and then slammed shut. I was about to lay into Grayson and the way he behaved but his lips pressed hard against mine.
Something came over both of us. It was the raw passion we had when we first started sleeping together. The need to get inside one another and we couldn’t do it fast enough.
“Gray, we’re in your mother’s house.” I panted.
“I need you, Meg. I need my cock inside of your wet * now.”
I loved when Grayson talked dirty to me. My body shook as Grayson unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He quickly stroked it as I licked my lips and got ready for what he was going to give me.
His hand lifted my dress as two fingers pumped fast and hard, building up the orgasm I had been fighting to hold back.
“Gray,” I whispered as he pulled his fingers out and lifted me, positioning his dick at my entrance. When I sank down and he filled my body, we let out a rumbled growl.
“I’m going to fuck you, Meg, and don’t make a sound.”
Walking into the guest bathroom, he shut the door and pressed my body against it as he moved in and out with one purpose and one purpose only. To fuck me fast and hard, and I loved every single second of it. Then I came to my senses.
“Gray, stop!”
His dick grew bigger and I knew we were both on the edge of coming. “Gray . . . oh God, we can’t.”