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CHAPTER 41

Henry

The car was silent and heavy with tension as Grayson turned it off.

It was now or never.

Six little words.

Six words that would bring about a change I knew there would be no going back from.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked, my words loud in the space between us.

Grayson looked at me skeptically, biting his lip. “Do you want me to?” he asked, his gaze full of hope.

Full of love.

I nodded. “Yes. I do.”

Grayson opened the door without saying a word, and I did the same. He walked me to my apartment, which felt like an eternity. We stood on my front step, and I fumbled with my keys, my nerves getting the best of me.

“Hey,” he said, holding his hand over mine. “Nothing has to happen...”

I opened the door, his fingers sliding around my wrist as I turned the key. I gazed up at him, and I’d never been so sure of anything as I was in that moment that I loved him.

That as long as I had him, I could make it through anything. Even the hard, uncomfortable moments.

“I love you,” I said, the words heavy in the air.

I opened the door, the both of us looking into the darkness.

Into the realm of uncertainty.

“I love you, and I want you to stay. I want you to stay with me. I know I won’t always say the right thing, or do the right thing, and I’m not some polished, perfect—”

Grayson pulled me close, capturing my lips with his and we stumbled in the door. I kicked it closed as I fought to wrestle my arms around his neck, pulling him closer against me, needing his kiss, his tongue, his touch.

All of it.

I needed him.

“Oh, Henry,” he whispered my name like it was a prayer, his lips and tongue caressing mine with so much passion, I felt like I would catch fire and spontaneously combust.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for so long,” he murmured, his hands traveling down my shirt, resting on the waistband of my jeans.

I could feel his hardness against my own, and the euphoria of his words shattered the last bit of my armor.

“But I didn’t want to scare you away...”

I felt lighter, better, having said them. The truth couldn’t hurt me anymore.

It could only make way for something better. Something brighter.

Because when Grayson said those words, I love you, Henry, I felt it.

I felt the truth, the weight of them, and in his eyes I could see he truly meant it.

He loved me.

Despite everything that had transpired, everything we’d done, everything I’d said...

This man loved me.

“You’re mine,” he whispered.

“Promise?” I asked, my fingers sliding up beneath his shirt.

Grayson picked me up, my body reacting instinctively to his hold as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands cradled my ass as he carried me to the couch, all but throwing me down on it.

I leaned back, taking in the sight of him, his vivid erection practically punching through his pants, dark hair falling in his eyes, lips swollen from kissing me. He grabbed himself, licking his lips and my cock twitched with anticipation.

“Promise,” he said, his voice dark and gravelly, removing his pants.

I quickly hurried to free my own cock, my gaze trained on him as he slowly undid each button on his shirt until he was standing before me.

God, he was sexy as fuck.

And he was mine.

The notion, the reality as this man looked down at me, lazily stroking his cock as he watched me, was overwhelming.

After removing the remnants of my clothes, I lay there, waiting.

Grayson sauntered closer, his gaze never leaving mine.

Wordlessly, I dropped to my knees, my cock throbbing with need. I sucked Grayson into my mouth, wasting no time licking and nibbling, and laving my tongue all along his shaft.

Mine, mine, mine.

Grayson sunk his fingers in my hair and pulled me up by it. It hurt, but I liked it.

It felt cathartic almost.

The pain, the pleasure.

He kissed me, his tongue running rampant in my mouth as he thrust his cock against me. I could feel the warmth of his precum spreading along my shaft, and I shuddered with desire.

“No,” he said, shaking his head, his hot breath on my neck like fire. “Let me please you, baby. Let me show you how much I fucking love you,” he whispered huskily against my neck.

“O... okay,” I said, his words registering.

His hand wrapped around my cock, pulsing, squeezing as he pushed me back against the couch, dropping to his knees. He opened my legs with a force that I swear could have popped my hip out of its joint. Grayson licked the inside of my thigh, tracing lines up to my shaft.

“You’re going to do exactly as I tell you, do you understand?” he asked, the command in his voice evident.

The anxiety in me ebbed. Giving up control was not easy for me, but with Grayson... I knew I could.

He would make it all okay. He would fix the broken parts of me. I wanted him to lead.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said.

Grayson smirked. “Good boy,” he said, and he swallowed my cock, deep-throating me in one swift move.

“Fuck!” I said, feeling my balls tighten, my orgasm already starting to form.

Grayson let up, removing his mouth from my cock, appraising me with a heated gaze as my angry cock throbbed with need. I tried to catch my breath. “Turn over,” he said, his gaze darkening.

“What...”

“I said, turn over. Show me that pretty little ass of yours,” he growled. “I want to taste you.” His tone was all business, but there was a playfulness to it as well.

The faintest twist of his lips gave him away. “Unless... you don’t want me to...”

I turned over faster than you could flip a pancake.

I absolutely wanted to, and my cock was in mutual agreement. I wanted things to be different this time.

I needed Grayson to understand how much I trusted him.

Grayson spread my cheeks almost instantly, and the onslaught of his tongue along my tight pucker, warm and wet, made me curse again. I braced myself against the couch, my legs tightening as he relentlessly licked me until I felt the faintest pressure.

I squeezed my cheeks, my thighs stiffening.

“You okay baby?” he asked, his lustful voice tinged with concern.

I closed my eyes, arching myself back on his finger, taking a little more.

“Yes,” I said, catching my breath. My leaking cock brushed against the cushions, the friction maddening.

I was so consumed with desire I didn’t know if I needed to fuck my hand or be fucked. Maybe both.

“You like that?” Grayson cooed, sliding another finger in, stretching me, slowly, taking his time, letting me adjust.

I nodded as I let my forehead fall against the cushions. “Yes,” I said.

I had the faintest feeling of déjà vu as my voice reverberated in my brain.

“You like that, Grayson?” I said as I slid my hand along his thigh, his legs forcing me closer, edging my cock against his entrance.

“Yes,” he said, his words hazy and dark.

I gripped the back of the couch as memory spilled forth.

“Fuck,” I said. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.

Grayson removed his fingers, his tongue probing me once more, and I cried out as another memory pushed forth.

“You’re so tight,” I growled, my cock pulsing as I bottomed out. I’d never heard myself like this.

I didn’t know I was capable of such things...

Grayson gripped my hair, his legs locked around me like a vice, thrusting his cock against my abdomen as he cried out, bathing me in his hot release.

The emptiness I felt as I waited for him was maddening.

“Henry,” Grayson’s voice brought me back to the moment, and I could hear the wistfulness in it.

I turned to look over my shoulder, our gaze meeting, and I knew.

He remembered too.

“Please,” I begged. I was so hard, it hurt.

“Grayson, please...” I forced the words out, the world spinning all around me.

Grayson pulled me back against his chest until he was fully inside me. The onslaught of pressure, of pain, was only temporary as he wrapped his arms around me, his right hand finding my cock, gently squeezing.

My eyes fell closed in ecstasy as he slowly dragged himself out, the pressure maddening as I waited for the fall.

“That’s it,” he purred, rocking back into me in a slow, torturous fashion.

“Yes,” I said, leaning my head back against his shoulder. His thumb teased my wet slit as he snapped his hips against my cheeks, picking up the pace.

“Come for me, baby.”

His words pushed me over the edge. I came hard and fast, with Grayson’s name on my tongue.

Warmth spread within me as his erratic thrusts stilled, as he gripped my chin and turned my face to meet his lips, swallowing my ecstatic cries with his kiss. His mouth moved against mine with grace, with a sweetness I wanted to taste over and over again.

My favorite dessert.

“Mine,” I murmured against his sweet, torturous mouth.

“Mine,” he whispered in repose, his lips curling into a smile as he held me, my entire body and soul coming undone in his arms.

And only when Grayson let me go, did I realize I was finally whole again.