It’s just Gray. Gray, home early. Gray, coming in the door at four in the morning to surprise me. Gray, missing me so much that he took a flight out of Florida to get here. Gray, calling me his woman. As soon as I kill him for scaring the hell out of me, I might finally admit that I’m… in love with him.
“You almost gave me a heart attack!” I growl, trying to ignore the way my heart is still pounding. I have a feeling it has more to do with the thought of being in love with Gray Lucas than it does still being scared from thinking someone is breaking in.
“Yeah, well, you almost killed me, so I guess we’re even,” he grumbles, slowly getting to his feet. I watch him for a minute before walking to him and taking his hand in mine, palm up, and trying to see what he’s looking at. I wince as I see little slivers of glass all over his skin and some of them sticking in it.
“Shit, that doesn’t look good.”
“It doesn’t feel good either,” he grumbles.
“Let’s get you into the bathroom and I’ll clean the glass off of you,” I tell him. As we walk down towards the hall, I look back at my shattered lamp forlornly. “I really loved that lamp,” I sigh.
“You would have never known it. I think you could probably give my brother lessons in swinging a bat there, Babe Ruth.”
“Bite me. You owe me a lamp. It won’t be easy to find one that I like as much.”
“I’ll give you something besides a lamp you’ll like better,” he says, grinning.
“You’re horrible. Besides, that will be hard to do, but I’m lonely so I’ll let you try.”
“I’ll show you hard.”
“You never stop, do you?”
“Not even when you beg, but there is just one thing that’s going to have to happen first.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I ask him as we make it to the bedroom and I head in the direction of the adjoining bathroom.
“You’re probably going to have to dig glass out of my ass first, sweet lips.”
I look around at his behind and wince when I see one particularly big shard sticking through the jeans.
Yikes.
“Ow! Damn it, woman, leave some of my ass back there, will you?”
“Oh, good Lord, you’re such a baby. There’s no way that could hurt.”
“Easy for you to say. It’s not your ass all bleeding and cut open. I may need a blood transfusion,” I exaggerate, hiding my grin as I bury my head in my hand so she can’t see. We’re lying on the bed and, even if all CC is doing is bandaging up my ass, I’m completely naked and she’s in a t-shirt (mine, by the way; she’s totally wearing my shirt to sleep in while I’m gone, and I call that a fucking win) and I’m happier right now than I have been since she left.
“Oh my God, men are such babies,” she says as she slaps a Band-Aid on my butt. “There. You’re finished, whiny boy.”
I roll over and pull her down against my chest. For a minute, I can do nothing but stare at her. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen her, but I must have forgotten just how beautiful she is. Right now as I’m staring at her laughing face, her eyes glowing, her cheeks red, her lips moist and plump and begging for attention, the curve of her neck, the gentle sway her breasts make with each breath, I’m completely and utterly hypnotized by her. I’m owned by her. The man I was before I met her seems like a different person. I never want anyone in my life but this woman. I want her when I’m old. I want babies with her. I want to fight with her and, fuck, I really, really want to make it up with her. I want her face to be the last thing I see before I go to sleep and the first thing I see when I wake up. I’m dying to tell her that, but I hold back, still unsure of her. In a lot of ways, CC is like a frightened doe, ready to take off and run at the first approach. Keeping that in mind, I give her the only words I feel like I can right now. They’re thick with unspoken emotion; I can’t help that.
“I’ve missed the fuck out of you, Cooper.”
Her eyes dilate and she licks her lips nervously. Just the simple move of her tongue sliding against her lips to moisten them makes my cock push against her leg, begging for attention.
“I’ve missed you too, Gray. Very much,” she says quietly, and just like that, I feel like I have the world at my feet.
“Show me,” I dare her, and I stare at her lips as I wait to see what her next move will be.
“Show you?” Her hand comes up so that her thumb moves back and forth on my bottom lip. I suck it in, letting my tongue graze over it, kissing it gently before releasing.
“I’m tired. It was a long flight.”
“Poor baby.”
“Yeah. I’m too tired for anything, but I want it.”
“You want… it?” she asks, and I hear the laughter thick in her voice now.
“Oh yeah. I definitely want it.”
“I see. So what do you suppose we should do? I mean, maybe you should nap before you get it.”
“I could. But I like my plan better.”
“And what is your plan, dare I ask?”
“I’m just gonna lay here and let you have your wicked way with me.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep. That’s it.”
“That sounds kind of boring for… me.”