The Rules Regarding Gray (37 page)

“Fuck,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

And then she sucked. She sucked harder, lowering, lifting, pulling, and releasing, and her finger plunged and pulled as his body shook. He was leaning back farther, bracing his body with one hand as his other reached for her face. He ran his thumb over and around her lips even as they sucked on his cock. He groaned as he felt her distended lips against his skin.

His breathing lurched, and he panted, his fingers moving up to her head again and twisting in her hair once more until her head hurt. And as she thrust hard with her finger into his bottom as far as she could, he cried out and surged into her mouth. His cum hit the back of her throat. He filled her mouth with warmth, and she swallowed. He was gasping and groaning, and she pulled back slowly watching him as he came down from his high.

His eyes found hers, and his smirk was subtle. She pulled her finger slowly from his body as his lips parted farther and farther. And as her finger slipped from him, he hummed and released his grip on her hair.

She knelt back on her calves as she sat upright between his legs, and he reached to her bottom, squeezing a cheek in his hand as he peered over her shoulder. He chuckled warmly as he stood, and he reached a hand down to her, pulling her up to her feet. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bar along the mirror. He lowered her to stand, and he stood behind her body, watching her as she faced the mirror.

“That night on the phone… Did you watch yourself come in the mirror when I asked you to?”

She nodded.

“I wanted to be here so much that night,” he murmured against her neck. “I wanted to watch you. I wanted to see you looking at those incredible greens eyes I love so much.” He kissed her neck softly. “I wanted to watch you squirm against the discomfort of seeing yourself fall apart.” He moved to her other shoulder, finding her eyes again. “And more than anything, I wanted to be here to tell you it was okay, to tell you how fucking incredible you are, how beautiful you are. Every last reassurance you needed to hear that the pretty little high school boy and his cruel word were a very…” He kissed her neck. “…very distant memory.”

She closed her eyes as he nuzzled against her neck then. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he inhaled against her skin, and then his hand ran over her back and down her bottom to her thighs. He snaked his fingers between her legs, lifting one to rest on the bar. She was left standing on her good leg, her bad one stretched out on the bar, and then the hand that still rested on the underside of her knee moved back up her thigh.

She studied his hand as it moved slowly, trailing its way to her pussy, and he toyed with her wet skin for a moment, and he hummed. He slowly pushed his middle finger into her.

“Keep your hands on that bar.”

She nodded.

“Did it feel this good when that boy fingered your pussy?”

“No,” she answered. Nothing any other man had ever done to her felt as good as he could.

“Were you as wet for him as you always are for me?”

“No.” No one could make her this wet.

“Did you come as hard for him as you do for me?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t come.”

His eyebrows rose. “Because that little boy didn’t know the first thing about how your body works, did he?”

“No,” she said quietly.

He pushed another finger in with the first, and she groaned as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. His fingers were distending her, and as her lips parted, he pushed a third one in with the first two. The distention itself was arousing, and he groaned as he watched.

His free hand wrapped around her hip, his hand splaying out on her lower tummy as his middle finger reached to her clit. He stroked and pressed against her swollen nerves, and she started whimpering and gasping as her body trembled. Her legs were shaking as his three fingers pushed in and out, stretching her as they drove deep.

“Look at yourself.” His voice was so commanding, and as she found his eyes on hers, she naturally stared back. But that wasn’t what he wanted. “Not me, Gray, yourself.”

She groaned in agony as she shifted her focus to her own eyes, and she looked away quickly as her brow furrowed.

“Come on, sweetie.”

She looked back, and his fingers pushed deep into her as her lips fell open. She stared at her eyes, focusing on the pleasure of his touch between her legs, and she let herself pant, her lips close to the mirror, and her breath fogging the glass. Her fingers gripped the bar, steadying herself as his fingers tugged and pushed her.

He was rough with her body, forcing her open as his middle finger toyed and tormented her clit into a frenzy.

“Please,” she begged as she neared her threshold.

He hummed. “I love you, Gray.”

She whimpered, her core tightening and trying to capture her release. “I love you too.” She could barely get the words out.

“Tell me I get to keep you,” he murmured against her neck.

“Please keep me.” She gasped, inhaling quick and desperate breaths. Forcing her focus to remain on her own eyes was nearly impossible. All she wanted to do was look at him.

“No one but us.” His deep tone sent warm wetness surging to her groin, and he groaned as the sloppy wet sound of his penetrations intensified.

She whimpered. “Always us.” She was mortified at her body’s response to him, and the added torture of looking at herself was testing her will. But, fuck, she was falling apart.

“Your cum is running down the side of my hand. You’re going to drip on the floor any moment.”

She cried out quietly, her eyelids fluttering as her modesty tried to close them completely.

“That’s it, Gray, come on my fingers,” he muttered huskily against her neck. His fingers were violently plunging and withdrawing, and he grunted as he thrust into her body.

She came, holding her head up as long as she could before her eyes finally closed and her head dropped to the mirror in front of her.

He chuckled as he pulled his middle finger from its place against her clit. He held his hand to her belly, steadying her body, and she gasped for air against the glass. He was exceptionally gentle and slow as he withdrew his fingers from her sheath, but it still sent an overstimulated jolt of tension to her groin, and she clamped down on him as he hummed.

“Relax,” he murmured, his lips now against the back of her neck. “I love you,” he whispered against her skin, and she sank back against his chest. She lowered her leg as he pulled his hand from her sex, and he wrapped his arm around her, resting his chin on her shoulder as she lazily opened her eyes. He smiled.

“Hi.” Her voice sounded as lazy as her eyes looked.

“Hi,” he responded.

The oven started dinging then as she jumped, and he started laughing.

“Go wash your hands, please.” He winked at her. “I’ll get that.”

He grabbed her walking boot that she’d left at the side of her hardwood dance floor, returning it to her before he left for the kitchen. She limped her way to the bathroom, and by the time she returned to the kitchen, he had the casserole dish on the table, and he’d set a couple plates and silverware out as well. She sat across from him, and she served their food as he smiled at her.

“So, what are your thoughts on revenge? Just out of curiosity.” He asked as she finished sliding his serving onto his plate.

She glanced up quickly. “I’m a fan. Yeah. Big fan of it. Why?”

He smiled. “Good to know.” He winked.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Six Weeks Later

“Hey,” Jasper greeted Ian casually as he walked through the backdoor of Graystone.

“Hey.” Ian barely glanced at him as he looked back at Gray beside him at the bar. She smiled as she lifted her drink to her mouth.

“See you two helped yourselves. I’m starting to regret letting you keep a key to this place all those years ago.” Jasper smirked at Ian. “How many times have you helped yourself to my liquor?”

Ian tipped his glass to him.

The place was deserted and closed, the front door locked with the
Closed
sign hanging visibly in the window. It was a Tuesday, lunchtime, and with the transition of ownership looming, Jasper had closed during the days that week so inspections could be done, paperwork signed, and all that good stuff handled.

“Tell me again why you’re selling this place?” Ian asked.

“Time for a change,” Jasper answered. “I’m in San Diego nearly full-time right now, and I just don’t want to try to deal with Graystone and everything else at the same time.”

“And you’re now loaded, right?” Ian’s brows shot up as he smiled at Jasper.

“Well, there is that too.” Jas smirked as he walked behind the bar. “Yeah.” He cracked open a beer, but he took only the smallest swig.

“So…” Ian’s eyes bounced back and forth between him and Gray for a moment. “You two… What’s the story?”

She laughed, but she didn’t answer.

Jasper took the liberty. “Well, I have to have something to do when I’m back in Austin.”

“Like doing my ex-girlfriend?”

Jasper shrugged, and he watched as Gray’s cheeks pinked up instantly.

“Well, you’re doing the cost accountant,” Gray remarked, her eyebrows cocked and her tongue in her cheek.

Ian cleared his throat. “I’m a shit. Okay? I know that. You broke my heart, though. Just so you know.” He said dramatically.

She snorted. “Was that before or after you started screwing your subordinate.” She eyed Ian for a moment. “Relax. I’m over it. I’m perfectly content keeping my sex life casual these days. Apparently, life is just more fun that way.” She winked at him.

“You really have no hard feelings, Gray?” Jasper asked conversationally. He didn’t need to ask her anything about her feelings on the matter, because he knew everything there was to know about them. But he needed to appear as clueless as Ian at the moment.

She shrugged. “No.” She looked at him sincerely. “At first, sure. But…” She shrugged again. “Not now.”

Jasper nodded. He refilled Ian’s drink, handing it back to him with his own shrug. “I guess she’s cool. I mean, she gets to fuck me on occasion, so … best of both worlds I suppose.”

She pointed at him. “Bingo. Besides, neither of you are the relationship type, and… I don’t know… I’m not sure I am either. At least not right now. I’m too young.” She smirked. “You two, on the other hand…” She eyed them both playfully.

Ian chuckled. “So, aside from your new found sexual enlightenment and freedom, which you owe entirely to me, what else is new?” He eyed her flirtatiously.

She grimaced. “Going home to Boise tomorrow for a while. Not sure I’ll be able to handle the boredom, but…” She shrugged. She was good at this.

“Poor, Gray,” Ian commented easily.

Jasper watched them, casually leaning back against the back bar counter.

“In fact…” she looked between them both, letting the feigned insecurity emanate from her expression. Fuck. She was
really
fucking good at this. “I was hoping for something. It’s why I asked you two here actually. A sending off gift, if you will.”

Ian cocked his head, glancing at Jasper quickly as Jas let his brow furrow as though he was confused.

“I figure you both owe me.”

“Do we?” Jasper interjected. “And what, dear Gray, do you think we owe you?” He studied her for a moment before letting his attention move back to Ian.

“A threesome.” She bit her lower lip nervously, and she clasped her hands on the bar. “We never truly did … you know…”

Ian was studying her silently. Jas couldn’t tell if it was suspicion or intrigue or a little of both.

So, Jasper played up his part a little more. “I’m not sure you can handle both of us.”

Ian’s lips pulled up as he chuckled quietly, but then he nodded slowly, his lips pursed as he considered it.

“You said it yourself, you’re almost always in San Diego, I’m going to be in Boise for at least the foreseeable future, forever if my mother has her way, and…” She shrugged.

“I’m just not sure it’s a great idea. Things got … complicated for you last time,” Jasper offered. They’d gotten a hell of a lot more than complicated and for a hell of lot more than just her, but to this point, Ian was only aware of
her
turmoil, not his—at least not with any certainty. So Jas was playing the role of conscientious objector, and as he studied Gray’s eyes, Ian glanced at him.

“But it’s different this time. Isn’t that what you said, Gray?” Ian interjected.

She shifted her focus to Ian. “Yes. It is different. I have no emotional or romantic ties to either of you.”

Jasper sighed, looking between the two of them concernedly. “You’re sure?” He eyed Gray suspiciously.

“I’m sure.”

Jasper shrugged, turning his attention to Ian. “I don’t know. Up to you.”

“The woman said she’s sure,” Ian replied.

Jasper shrugged again. “She did indeed.”

Chapter Forty