Page 3 of Since I First Laid Eyes On You

Grayson

S ix months, it’s been six months since I first saw a photo of her from her graduation that Edward attended.

There’s been a couple of times since then that I’ve seen her in person too, well, I’ve seen her, she’s not seen me.

She came to the house in the summer, Edward had some friends over and I was in my home office.

She was laughing and joking with them all and I was hooked, I don’t think I took my eyes off her the whole time she was there.

Then there was the time she popped into the office to drop off something at reception for Edward, I was in the conference room and had a clear line of sight to her.

If she’d turned around, she would have seen me, but she dropped the parcel and left immediately.

I don’t understand it, this draw to her, how I can be affected so quickly by someone I’ve only seen twice and had never spoken to before today.

But I am. Maybe this weekend will cure me.

Hopefully we’ll fuck, we’ll get it out of our system, I’ll lose this infatuation I seem to have with her and I can go back to being me.

The one who has never felt the need to settle down, who lives for his job, for the company he built.

Not this pathetic excuse of a man pining after some girl half his age.

“Checking in?” The receptionist of the resort startles me out of my thoughts.

The rest of the very short plane journey was spent getting to know each other.

I had a conference call during the drive from the airport, though I spent the whole journey touching her in some way.

I want this woman standing next to me, everything about her draws me in.

The sexual chemistry between us is off the charts.

“Yes, please check in Miss Andrews first.”

“Of course, Sir,” he taps away on his screen.

“Thank you.” She’s so close I can feel the heat of her body next to mine, I want to feel more of her, I want her naked, under me, taking everything I give her.

“You’re all checked in, Miss Andrews, you’re staying in the Carpe Diem suite.” He hands her her key. “If you have any questions at all, or need anything during your stay, please do not hesitate to contact a member of staff. The reception desk is manned at all hours.”

“Thank you. I’m sure I’ll have a lovely time here.”

The receptionist turns to me. “Your name, Sir? Then I can get you checked in too.”

“Stone, Grayson Stone,” I freeze, wondering if my surname will mean anything to her, I’m not sure how much she knows about Edward's Dad.

Thankfully, she has no reaction at all; the same cannot be said for the receptionist who pales at my name, not the reaction I was expecting.

He frantically types away on his screen, then picks up the desk phone, turning away to make the call.

I turn towards Paige, raising my eyebrows at her in query.

She gives me a confused shrug, as baffled by his behaviour as I am.

“I am so sorry, Mr Stone, but it appears one of the previous guests in your suite, was rather - well, they were unwell, Sir, and the room is still being cleaned as we speak. I’ll be honest with you, it is in no fit state for your occupation right now,” he swallows nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing.

“I see, so where will I be staying then?” It’s not their fault, they can’t help what a previous guest has done, but they’re not honestly saying they don’t have anything, are they?

“Well, you see, Mr Stone, this is a large wedding and all the accommodation has been booked out. We are at full capacity.” Well shit.

“However,” he quickly goes on to add, "we have arranged a room for you at a bed and breakfast down the road, at no cost to yourself, until your room is available.” This isn’t a normal wedding, this wedding is over three days, has several events and activities that guests partake in, and staying down the road is going to be a pain in my ass.

“I don’t have a car, how exactly am I supposed to go back and forth for everything going on this weekend? I’m sure you’re aware there are a lot of ‘activities’ this weekend. Being down the road is highly inconvenient and near on impossible with no vehicle.”

“Of course, Sir, I really cannot stress how sorry we are for this inconvenience. We have arranged for you to use one of the estate vehicles this weekend, as long as you have a valid driving licence?” Well, that’s me not drinking then .

“Do you have roll out beds?” I'm momentarily startled by the voice speaking up beside me.

“I’m sorry, Miss?” His brows are creased in confusion.

“Roll out beds. Do you supply roll out beds that can be added to rooms? ”

“Well, yes, we do,” he still looks as equally confused as I am. Paige, however, looks completely happy with this information.

“Brilliant, excuse us for just a moment.” Her response is directed to the receptionist and is equally as baffling as she grabs my hand and leads me to a small alcove in the reception area.

“Paige, what on earth are you doing?”

“You’re not staying down the road, in goodness knows where and having to drive to each event, not to mention not being able to drink.

I’m staying in a suite, apparently, so they can put a bed in my room and you can stay there.

” She wants me to stay with her, in her room, overnight?

Does she honestly think I have the restraint to stay with her, smell her, see her twenty-four-seven and not touch her? Not fuck her?

“Paige, sweetheart, if I stay with you, I’m not sleeping on a roll out bed,” I move closer to her, backing her against the wall, my arms come up to cage her in, my head dipping down to her level.

“I’m sleeping in your bed, with you in my arms and me buried deep inside you.

” My restraint has gone, vanished, gone up in a puff of smoke and I couldn’t give a shit.

One weekend, I have one weekend with her and I’m not wasting a single minute.

Am I coming on too strong? Definitely. Do I care?

Absolutely, fucking, not. I want her and I know she wants me too.

Her eyes flit from my mouth to my eyes and back to my mouth again.

“Okay,” she breathes.

“More. I need more than an 'okay', baby.” I need her consent; I need to know that she understands what will happen between us if I step into that room.

“Yes. I want that. I want you.” Thank fuck.

I close the gap between us, my mouth capturing hers.

My tongue thrusts past her lips, sweeping against hers, stealing her flavour, her breath.

I fucking devour her. Tilting my head I take the kiss deeper, thrusting in and out of her mouth again and again.

Fuck, I want my cock to do this later. Groaning, I swipe my tongue with hers once more before pulling away and pecking a light kiss on her lips.

“Christ, baby, you taste so good,” I can’t help but groan.

“But we need to stop, nobody hears your moans but me.” I pull back, taking her in.

Her eyes are glazed, her pupils blown. Her lips are swollen and red, I can picture them stretched around my cock.

Fuck, she looks gorgeous. I grab her hand and pull her back to the check in desk.

“Can you deliver a roll out bed to Miss Andrews suite please? I’ll be staying with her.” I’ll give the guy credit, he doesn’t even blink, just nods his head and says that it will be with us shortly.

“I thought you weren’t sleeping on a roll out,” Paige whispers out of the corner of her mouth as we make our way to our room.

“Let’s at least pretend to others that we’re going to behave ourselves,” I say with a chuckle.

“Paaaiiiigggeee! Paige! Paige! Paige!” A high-pitched screech wails across the floor. There is no other way to describe the noise that assaults my ears.

“What in the ever-loving fuck is that?” I mutter under my breath, but apparently it was loud enough for my girl to hear. My girl?

“That would be Chloe,” Paige laughs and then let’s go of my hand to run to her friend. They embrace like they haven’t seen each other in years, which maybe they haven’t, but I doubt it.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here! You’ve got a lovely room, I made sure you had one of the best. I wish I was staying with you.

I’m in one of the lodges with my sisters, I don’t know what I was thinking!

Maybe I’ll sneak in to yours like old times.

” She does not stop, she talks at Paige at a hundred miles per hour, I don’t think she’s even taken a breath since she spotted her.

And like fuck, will she be sneaking in to our room!

No one, and I mean no one, will be interrupting my time alone with her.

“Oh, hi Grayson!” She comes over and embraces me.

“I see you two have met. Were you on the same flight? That makes sense!” She doesn’t even wait for a reply, just answers her own questions, whether she’s got the right answer or not.

I haven’t seen Chloe all that often, but I’ve known her her whole life, and I have to say, I do not remember her being this…

mental? Is it wedding nerves? Is it the stress of the weekend?

I just nod at her, there is nothing else for me to do, but nod my head up and down.

I can see Paige smiling at me, biting her lip, like she wants to laugh.

“Anyway, I have to run. There is so much to do. Paige, sweetie, I’ll see you at five sharp at the bar. You, me and my sisters are doing drinks and dinner! Can’t wait. Love you!”

“Love you too!” Paige laughs after her, as Chloe runs off down the hall to God knows where. I stare after her, still gobsmacked by the one-sided conversation I just witnessed.

“You okay over there?” Paige laughs.

Turning to her I ask, “Is she always like that?” My hands gesture to where the Tasmanian devil fled. She laughs, honest to God, she holds her stomach and belly laughs.

“Your face! Don’t ever play poker, your emotions are plain as day. I thought you knew Chloe? Surely you know what she’s like?” She’s still chuckling at me. The mention of poker sends my imagination to Paige shedding an item of clothing for every hand she loses, I’d have her naked in no time.

“I’ve known Chloe her whole life. But I rarely see her and when I do, it’s fleeting. I’ve not really spent any time with her in years.”

Paige is still chuckling as we approach our room, and she slips the key card into the machine.

With a beep the door opens. The room is spacious and has beautiful views out across the grounds, but that isn’t what has my attention right now.

It’s the bed, a large four poster bed is the centre of my attention.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard on that,” I say my thoughts out loud before I can think any better of it.

Her tinkling laugh reaches me from another room to the side. “As long as I can soak in this after. Come and see this bath, Gray!”

Walking into the bathroom, which is in a circular turret, I discover the room is almost as big as the bedroom and is dominated by a giant whirlpool bath.

“Oh, baby, I’m definitely fucking you in there too,” I turn to her, my cock hardening at having her all to myself, already eager to be inside her. Slowly, I stalk towards her.

“How long has it been?” I’m not really sure I want the answer to this question, but I need to know how much preparation she needs to take me.

I can be a lot for some people and Paige is tiny.

My cock leaks at the thought of how tight she’ll be.

As I’m stalking forwards, she’s edging back out of the bathroom heading, maybe without even realising, towards the bed. Fine by me.

“What been?” She asks breathlessly.

“Since you got fucked.” She gasps, a blush staining her cheeks. I’m going to have her blushing all weekend.

“Oh, err, it’s been a while, I guess,” she mutters.

“What’s a 'while', sweetheart? A few days, weeks?”

“What on earth? You call that a while? How often do you have sex?”

“I have a high sex drive, baby, I like to fuck.” It appears I’ve shocked her. “Well?” I prompt. She’s backed herself to the foot of the bed now, and I’m right on her, our toes touching, our breath mingling.

“How— how long has it been for you?” She counters. That’s fine, I don’t mind answering first .

“It’s been six months. You could say I’ve had a bit of a dry spell.” Ever since I saw your fucking picture. I push her gently, causing her to fall back on the bed, my body following to cover hers.

“But you just said a few weeks was a while, why has it been six months?”

“Because they weren’t you.” Shit . I didn’t mean to say that. It’s true, but I definitely did not mean to say that out loud.

“Smooth,” she’s smiling up at me, having no clue I'm speaking the truth.

“You need to answer me, baby. How long?”

“Eighteen months, maybe longer?” I rear back, sure I must have misheard her.

“Eighteen months?”

“Yeah, about that I guess.” She’s embarrassed, but I’m fucking ecstatic. What the actual fuck? She never slept with him. Holy shit, she was never his. Not once did she ever actually belong to my son. I could weep for joy right now.

“So that guy, your ex, the one on the phone on the plane? You and him, you never?” I can’t verbalise the words, a part of me still fearing I’ve got this wrong.

“Oh, God no!” The look of horror on her face at the thought would bring me to my knees if I wasn’t already on the bed.

The relief I’m feeling right now is absolute.

“I couldn’t, there was no spark. I kept putting him off and then eventually asked myself what I was doing and broke it off with him.

If I didn’t want to sleep with him, I probably shouldn’t have been dating him. ” Thank fuck!

“I don’t think you can really call that dating, baby. It’s certainly not any dating I know.”

“No? What would you do so different?” She’s teasing me.

“I’d start by fucking you.” Her eyes widen.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Nothing.

“Strip,” I order.