Page 12 of Since I First Laid Eyes On You

Paige

“Abso-fucking-lutely not!” He demands.

“Gray,” I cry, “this was always the plan, you can’t throw your toys out of the pram, because you don’t like it.”

“I am not throwing my toys out of the pram, Paige. But I will not spend the night without you. Go to Chloe’s lodge, spend the evening with her, do your thing. But when you crawl into bed, it will be my bed, my arms. No one else’s,” he grits out. Wow, he is mad, like really mad.

“Babe, you’re being ridiculous. It’s one night.”

“It’s not one night, it’s not any night.

You will sleep there,” he orders, pointing at the bed in our room.

“I have you for four nights. Four nights, Paige, before we have to go home. Before work, life and everything else will steal your time from me. When I won’t get you twenty-four-seven, don’t ask me to spend one of those nights without you.

” Well. What exactly am I supposed to say to that?

I can’t say no to him, not after that little speech.

Not sure I could say no to this man anyway, speech or not.

I cup his stubble roughed jaw in my hand, raise up on my tiptoes and place a kiss to his lips.

“Okay. I’ll come back,” I whisper into his mouth. He groans, capturing my mouth with his, never being able to let me lead for long. My dominant man. His arms wrap around me, squeezing me close to him.

“How long do we have?” he asks, already beginning to peel my clothes from my body. I have definitely spent more time naked around this man than clothed.

“Long enough,” I moan. He steps back, stripping off his own clothes. His eyes rove down my body and pause.

“What the fuck is that?” I’m taken aback by his tone. Is he seriously mad, again? What on earth?

“What’s what?” I ask, genuinely baffled.

“That,” he grates, his teeth clenched. His jaw is as hard as granite. His hand is pointing towards my waist. I look down, noticing the bruising on my hip. Ah. Now I get it. He’s just noticed it.

“It’s nothing, Gray, just a bruise.”

“You didn’t have it yesterday,” his eyes connect with mine. “Please don’t tell me I did that.”

“Well, technically you didn’t do it. The bath did.” Yeah, no, he doesn’t like that response. Humour probably wasn’t the best way to go. Not with how on edge he was before he even saw the bruise.

“Gray, I am absolutely fine. I don’t even feel it.” He’s standing directly in front of me again, his hand brushes over the bruise, his face pained. He hates it, after just a short amount of time, I can already read this man so well, and right now, he hates what he’s done .

“Babe, look at me,” I grasp the side of his face, lifting his eyes to mine. “I loved every moment of our time in that bath. I love you being rough with me. I love knowing that it’s me that’s made you lose control, turned you on so much that you’re feral for me.”

“Sweetheart, there’s rough, there’s making you take my cock, there’s fucking you deep, and then there’s this. You have a massive fucking bruise because of something I did. Why didn’t you say something? I hurt you,” the last three words are a pained whisper and my heart breaks for him.

“I didn’t say anything because it didn’t bother me, and because I didn’t want you to stop.

I’m not just saying this, but I do also bruise really easily.

” I can see I’m not convincing him here.

He’s made up his mind, and there is no way I’m letting him take a step back from our fucking.

I don’t want him soft and gentle with me, afraid I’ll break.

I want him exactly as he is. I try a different approach.

“Think of it this way. If I took charge, pushed you up against the wall right now and fucked you, but you caught your shoulder slightly and it bruised, would you care?

Would you want me to blame myself? Would you feel like I did it to you?

Or would you think, 'fuck me that was hot, let’s do it again?

'” His eyes meet mine, his jaw working. I can see him running this through his brain, trying to sort his thoughts, his emotions.

“Don’t hold back, not with me, Gray. That’s not who we are. We’re raw, passionate, intense, that’s us, that’s what works for us. Don’t take that away,” I whisper.

He takes my jaw in his big hand. “You tell me. If I hurt you, if something gets too much, you tell me. That’s a deal breaker, Paige. I can’t hurt you; I won’t survive hurting you, baby.”

“I promise. Now fuck me, Gray. Fuck me like you hate me.” He scoops me into his arms and throws me on to the bed .

“Oh, baby girl,” he grins down at me. “You shouldn’t have said that.”

I can still feel Gray inside me hours later, it’s as if he’s only just left my body.

I feel the pinch of him every time I move.

I only have myself to blame though, not that I’m complaining.

But asking that man to fuck me like he hates me, well, he certainly delivered.

How I didn’t become a part of that mattress, with the way he nailed me to it, I don’t know.

“How does it feel knowing you’re only going to sleep with one man again for the rest of your life?

” Amelia asks Chloe. I’m sprawled out on the smaller of the couches, a mocktail in my hand.

We’re not drinking tonight, nothing will interfere with tomorrow.

Chloe’s at the opposite end of the couch to me, our legs tangled together.

Amelia, Samantha and Maisie are all on the larger one opposite ours.

“Great. Perfect. I can’t wait to marry David; to become Mrs Garrett.

” Chloe has the sappiest look on her face I think I’ve ever seen.

Sam mimes vomiting; her head hanging off the couch, shoulders pretending to heave.

I can’t help but laugh. Chloe just tells us all to fuck off; nothing is removing her from cloud nine.

We’ve chatted this evening about anything and everything.

It reminds me of when we were younger, the nights we’d spend camped out in one of our rooms. Whispering away together, planning our lives, our weddings, our happy ever afters.

And here we are, the night before Chloe’s, it almost doesn’t feel real.

My phone vibrates. I dig it out of the pocket of my hoodie, knowing who it is without even having to look.

You having fun?

Yes. You?

What do you think?

I think you miss me.

You would be correct.

What time do you want me to come and get you? No rush.

I can walk back when we’re finished. I doubt I’ll be much longer.

No.

I’ll come and get you. Message me.

I roll my eyes at his last message. Of course he has to come and get me. Bossy man that he is.

An hour later and the girls and I are clearing up from our evening. I message Gray to let him know I’m ready when he is. A knock at the door comes just as I’m throwing the last container into the bin.

“I’ve got it,” Chloe calls out. She walks into the kitchen moments later, followed closely by Gray.

What is it about a man in sweatpants? He’s dressed casually in grey bottoms and a matching hoodie, looking far too relaxed and sexy for the owner of a successful hedge fund.

My eyes are drawn to his groin, I can definitely see the outline of his cock.

Fuck. It’s like he’s just walked out of my own personal thirst trap.

He walks straight up to me and places his fingers beneath my chin lifting it so he can place a gentle kiss against my lips. In front of Chloe.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs.

“Hi. ”

“Well, aren’t you two cute,” Chloe grins from her place in the kitchen. I give her the middle finger over Gray's shoulder. Gray just shakes his head. Taking my hand, he pulls me along behind him, out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

“Say goodbye to your friend, we’re going,” he says at the door. If anyone else bossed me around the way Gray does, I honestly think I’d punch them. For some reason, with him, it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it turns me on. I turn and throw my arms around Chloe, squeezing her to me.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” I whisper in her ear.

“Me either,” she squeezes me back.

“Try and get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning. Love you.”

“Love you too, and something tells me I’ll be getting more sleep than you,” she winks at me. Gray just rolls his eyes.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Chloe,” Gray says as he pulls me out of the door and back towards the main house.

“I changed that girl's nappy,” he mutters. “Now she thinks she can make digs about my sex life.”

“I think it was more about my sex life,” I laugh.

“One and the same, baby,” he winks at me. As we get to the end of the path he turns in the opposite direction of the hotel.

“Where are we going?” I query.

“Little detour. It’s a nice clear evening; I thought we could take the longer walk back.” I link our fingers together, enjoying the quiet of the night. We head into the woods, it’s only a short walk through the trees, but the moon is completely obscured and it’s near on pitch black.

“Well, this isn’t creepy at all,” I mutter. He laughs, squeezing my hand tighter. Suddenly he stops, pulling me backwards, towards the edge of the path .

“What on earth?” I gasp, looking around us, wondering what’s wrong. He spins me around and pushes my back against the trunk of a tree. His hips hold me in place as his mouth crashes to mine. My mouth parts and his tongue thrusts inside, we both groan.

“I need to taste you.” His hands reach for the waistband of my leggings, pushing them and my underwear down. He spins me around and places my hands on the trunk.

“Hands here, don’t move them,” he kisses down my throat and bites the juncture between my neck and shoulder.

Grabbing my hips he pulls them back, thrusting my ass out and arching my back, so I’m bent over.

Smack! His hand comes down hard on my ass cheek.

I gasp, which soon turns into a groan as his hands massage the sting.

I feel his breath a fraction of a second before he kisses where he spanked.

“Such a pretty ass,” he mutters, kissing along to the other cheek.

“I’ll fuck you here soon,” his finger brushes against my puckered hole.

Oh, hell no! He’s not fitting there, he barely fits in my pussy, absolutely not.

My thoughts scatter as his tongue swipes along my slit, the heat of his mouth intense in the cold air.

He doesn’t go easy on me, his tongue, mouth and teeth are relentless.

He’s on one mission, to make me come as fast as he can.

His tongue thrusts deep inside me, stroking my walls, tasting me.

Fuck! I’m going to come. He spreads my cheeks further apart, his mouth latching onto my clit and sucking hard.

Just as I feel my orgasm rising to the surface, he slides a finger into that tight hole, touches where no one has before.

My orgasm hurtles through me, the pleasure so intense I scream into the inky black air.

He continues sucking and licking, his pace gentler now, easing me down from my high.

He removes his finger and I gasp at the tight feeling.

With one final swipe of his tongue through my slit, he pulls away, carefully re-dressing me.

Slowly, he turns me and lifts me into his arms, carrying me the rest of the way.