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CHAPTER 27

Henry

I curled into the warmth surrounding me, breathing in the faint scent of smoke mixed with and underlying lavender.

Grayson.

Immediately, the memories of the previous day, and night, came flooding back to me. How we’d woken up together just like this—tangled around one another like vines—and how scared I’d been because I liked how it felt.

The way his fingertips traced smooth lines along my skin, or how his leg fit perfectly in between mine.

A part of me still wanted to panic, to run to the shower and gather my feelings so I could convince myself I didn’t feel anything.

But as I opened my eyes, only to catch Grayson staring at me with a look that only made my insides melt and my cock twitch, I found resistance absolutely futile.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Grayson drawled, his voice still a tad bit hazy from his slumber as he gently kissed me. His palm against my hip was warm, but it didn’t wander. Instead, it stayed frozen in one place as if he was panicking, as if he too, was nervous.

But I suppose that was my fault.

Grayson had more than called me out on my flighty behavior, at the fact that the closer he got, the more I pulled away.

But I couldn’t help it. The last person I let get close to me...

He cheated on me.

The entire time we were together.

I knew it was irrational to think just because I’d had one bad apple meant the whole orchard was bad, even with the fact it had been years at this point since we ended our engagement and broke up. But the whole experience changed me.

Putting myself out there, trying to find someone else, even a rebound, just didn’t sit right with me. I’d thought I loved my ex, and that was why I was so devastated, so affected.

But as I lay there wrapped in Grayson’s warm arms, staring at his beautiful face, I wondered if I ever really knew love at all.

Because the way Grayson looked at me, the way he touched me... and the way he let his guard down around me... it was impossible not to fall in love with him.

The realization scared me, but it also invigorated me.

I leaned into his soft kiss, relishing in the taste of his tongue on mine, letting my hands travel over the solid surface of his chest, up his neck until my fingers tickled the edge of his hairline.

“Good morning,” I breathed into his kiss.

My cock twitched as Grayson tugged me closer, thrusting his morning wood against mine with a deep groan.

Just as I contemplated a replay of the previous night, a knock sounded on the door, making me flush me with fresh panic. In the daytime, the domes were like large windows, which meant whoever was at the door, could likely see us. My entire body rushed with heat as we broke apart, Grayson only smirking at me as he swung his legs out of the bed.

“I, uh... think I’m gonna hit the shower,” I said, coughing, if only to try and dispel the insecurity I felt at the moment.

I stumbled out of bed awkwardly, thanks to the maddening erection that was more than disappointed that our morning interlude had been cut short. I wasted no time disrobing once I was behind the partition and the glass sanctity of the shower, turning on water. Though I opted for warm water only because it was rather cold in the dome. I’d barely had time to get adjusted to the warmth before the door opened to reveal a rather jaw-dropping vision of Grayson.

Completely naked.

My gaze dropped immediately from his gorgeous face to his dick, which he held in his hand, his thumb lazily stroking his head.

My gaze flashed up to his sexy eyes, to his smirk.

“Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” he said as he stepped into the shower with me.

I couldn’t move.

For starters, the shower itself wasn’t that big. Sure, it was big enough we both could fit, but we couldn’t both be under the showerhead at the same time.

Not to mention, it was one thing to touch Grayson’s dick, but it was quite another to see him stroking his own erection in front of me as he watched me with a lustful gaze that only made my cock throb.

Grayson must have read my silence as a lack of consent, because immediately his eyebrows furrowed, and he dropped his hand.

“Unless I just interrupted you, ” he said cautiously.

And that snapped me out of my daze for some reason. I hated to see Grayson disappointed, which didn’t make sense to me at the time.

I took one slow step forward, then another, until I was chest to chest with him and his back was flat against the shower wall. The squeak of his flesh against the glass echoed in the small space.

I reached out, trailing my hand over his hip as I stared at him, hoping he could understand.

I wanted Grayson.

More than I think I could comprehend at the time.

“You aren’t interrupting me,” I whispered, watching as the water fell down over his skin in crystal clear rivulets.

Grayson slid his hand between us, his gaze fixated on mine as he ran his thumb over my slit before stroking me slowly. My eyes fluttered shut of their own accord as I tried to choke down the moan forming in my throat. But it was no use. My head fell against Grayson’s shoulder as my hips rocked forth and I thrust myself against his relentless hand, once more.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice full of command, full of lust.

I opened my eyes, lifting my head as I did what he asked.

His amber eyes held me still, like a statue. The only sensation I was acutely aware of was the warm water slicing over my skin and the pulsing of my cock in his warm, wet hand.

My lips parted instinctively as I sucked in a breath, and Grayson praised me.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathed, releasing my cock.

I whined without thinking, missing the feeling of his hand wrapped around me.

“Such pretty eyes you have,” he whispered, holding me still against him, our stiff cocks rubbing against one another. My head rolled back as his lips assaulted my neck, right over my erogenous zone.

I wrapped my hand around him, and he groaned, taking my lips with his.

“And these lips....” He groaned, breaking away to trace his fingers over my bottom lip, gently tugging at the flesh.

“I’ve been fantasizing about these lips for days,” he said, biting at my bottom lip in a way that made my fucking knees buckle.

My cock throbbed and I couldn’t help but grind myself against him. With the way he was touching me, the tone of his voice... I couldn’t help my sudden need.

My desperation.

I needed Grayson. I needed his order, his lead. I needed him to set me free.

With a shaky breath, I took his finger and slowly placed it in my mouth, taking careful precision not to gag myself—after all, that would be embarrassing—and slowly rolled my tongue around his finger, licking the tip of his finger, and groaning in slight exaggeration.

Grayson reacted just as I had hoped, cursing as he thrust himself against me.

“Such a little brat too,” he huffed as he set his hands on my hips and turned us around, backing me up against the wall of the shower, water splashing and running down his back now. The chill of the glass against my flesh was a welcome contrast to the heat between us.

Grayson placed his hands on my wrists, spreading my arms at my sides as he ground his wet, warm cock against me.

I gazed up at his dilated eyes, his lips still swollen from kissing me.

“Grayson, I—”

His expression softened and he removed one hand from my left wrist, instead, using it to trace gentle lines along my jaw.

“Yes, baby?” he murmured, and I think my soul left my body.

“I w... want...”

“Tell me what you want, Henry,” he said, kissing my lips gently. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

There were a hundred things I wanted to say, but because I’m a damn idiot and socially awkward as fuck, not to mention I’d been perpetually single for five years, the words that flew out of my mouth were, “I need you to know I’m clean. Before, we do anything else.” I squeaked.

Grayson smirked. “Is that what this is about? Because I can assure you my record is spotless.”

“I just... I meant what I said last night. It’s been a long time, and I... I should just stop right now, I—”

“Henry.” Grayson’s smooth voice pulled me like a magnet. “I meant what I said too. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said as he gently let up from where he pinned me. His fingers slid softly through my wet hair.

His words settled all the panic inside of me.

Because I did want him.

I wanted him so bad, it hurt.

“I want this,” I said as I kissed him, pulling his weight against me once more.

Between his kiss, his revelation, and his words, I was a goner.

And my cock was aching for release.

Which is probably why the next thing out of my mouth was shocking even to me, but I couldn’t deny that Grayson made me braver.

“I want you, on your knees.” I swallowed harshly, my gaze flashing to his as I focused on his amber eyes. I needed to look at him, or I was going to lose my nerve.

“W... with my dick in your mouth,” I managed to get the last part out without passing out.

Grayson didn’t miss a beat as he slid to the ground, taking my rock hard cock in his hand and making quite the show of licking off the precum that had formed on my head with his perfect, pink tongue.

Sweet lord, if he keeps this up I might not even make it into his mouth!

My legs shuddered as he took me in one movement to the back of his throat. A deep, unrelenting moan escaped me as my back arched off the shower walls, my hands seeking his wet, silky locks to grip, to ground myself. My eyelids fell closed as he rolled his tongue around my shaft, hollowing his cheeks, while I gripped his hair, pushing him down further, spurred on by ecstasy I didn’t even know I possessed.

A part of me worried I was going to choke him, but before I could pull back, Grayson slid his hands up my thighs, grabbing my ass as he pulled me closer, until I could hear the faintest gag from him.

I came without warning, hard and fast, my legs buckling beneath me and the only thing keeping me standing was Grayson’s deep groan as he swallowed me down.

I opened my eyes, hazily gazing down at him. The sight before me would have brought me to release if I had not already being in the midst of coming.

Grayson, naked before me, cock swollen and gleaming, his perfect pouty lips stuffed with my cock and my release dripping down his chin with saliva and shower water.

I eased my grip on his hair, trying to catch my breath. When he was finished, and I had started to soften, he stood, bringing me close for a rather sloppy, salty kiss.

I’d never tasted myself before, and certainly never on anyone else.

But I didn’t hate it.

In fact, I found myself melting into his arms against the wall, my hands sliding in his hair once more as our tongues tangoed together.

When we broke away, Grayson laughed as he grabbed the shower gel, lathering his hands together, instructing me to turn around once more. His hands felt so good as he lathered my body, and the hot steam was relaxing. I almost felt like I could just curl up in bed once more and fall asleep. But that wasn’t on the itinerary.

“We’re going to be late for the wine festival,” I exclaimed as all my faculties returned to earth.

“Oh hush. We will not be late. Everyone else will just be early,” Grayson teased, sudsing my hair with shampoo.

I tilted my head back, running my hands through to wash it out, turning around once more to look at him, and do the same to him.

Maybe it was his use of the word we, or maybe it was just that I was accustomed to self-sabotage, but with my emotions and boundaries all over the place with Grayson, I felt a sting of panic.

“Um, Grayson... can I... can I ask you something?” I said, working up the lather of the shower gel across his solid pecs.

“Anything,” he said almost so softly, I barely heard him.

I got the feeling that Grayson wasn’t the type to get soft and warm, and that made what I was going to ask all the more difficult. But I wasn’t as quick to wear my heart on my sleeve, and I wasn’t exactly a spontaneous, go-with-the-flow guy.

“Can we... can we just keep this... us... between us, for now?” I asked hesitantly, worried I was going to destroy this perfect moment.

But with my head back on right, I knew it was best to set firm boundaries now so my heart wouldn’t be broken later.

I understood Grayson was attracted to me. Hell, he’d made that abundantly clear by that point, and I was more than open to exploring what was happening between us, but until I had a firm grip on my feelings, I wanted to keep things private.

Relationships are between the people in the relationship, after all, and when things don’t work out, or something happens, it’s a lot easier to control the damage.

I’d learned that the last time.

Something shifted in Grayson’s eyes, but before I could discern what it was, he grinned that sexy Grayson grin, and nodded. “Of course,” he said, switching me shower spots so he could rinse off.

I smiled in return, exiting the shower and grabbing my towel, feeling the best I’d felt in a long time.

Maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so bad after all.