She’s going to be the death of me.

I break away and rest my forehead on hers. “What did I do to deserve that?” I ask. Every kiss with her is like our first kiss. It drives me crazy.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” she teases, a slight giggle in her voice.

“That wasn’t just a kiss, and we both know it.”

She smiles and looks up at me from beneath her thick lashes. Her cheeks are red, and I wonder if it’s because she’s flushed or if it’s because of what she’s about to say. I’m guessing both.

“Maybe,” she breathes against my lips, “It’s a taste of what’s to come.”

I grip her hips. “No pun intended there right?”

Her hand slips between us and rubs the bulge forming under my zipper. I groan, straining my muscles to stop myself from taking her right here, right now.

“Not at all,” she smirks.

I shake my head. If we don’t leave now, there’s no guarantee that I won’t rip her clothes off and do all kinds of dirty things to her against the wall.

“Let’s get out of here before I do something I shouldn’t.”

She laughs and picks up her bag. I grab mine and lace our fingers together as we make our way towards the parking lot.

“How do you girls feel about going out tonight?” I ask, remembering that Brody suggested it.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” she laughs, “Demi and I heard about something happening at Nicky’s tonight. We thought it would it be nice to get out the apartment for a change.”

I’m about to respond when I feel Huntley tense beside me, coming to a complete standstill. I follow her gaze, my eyes landing on a red Ford Mustang GT with plates I don’t recognize. I scoff when I see the ‘I Fucked Your Girlfriend Last Night And She Liked It’ sticker on the back bumper.

I look back at Huntley. Her face is pale, like she’s seen a ghost. “Are you ok?”

She doesn’t respond.

I touch her face and her eyes dart to mine. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head, “Nothing, nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Gray, I’m fine, let’s just go.”

She pulls me towards my truck and says nothing when we climb in. I can’t escape the feeling that she lied to me and that what just happened is not nothing.

I’ll drop it for now, but sooner or later she’ll tell me.

Chapter 21

~ Huntley ~

We walk into Nicky’s and when Grayson looks at me, I plaster on a fake smile and pretend I’m not freaking out on the inside. He saw my reaction in the parking lot earlier, and I could see the questions in his eyes, but I didn’t want to tell him that the red Ford Mustang GT belonged to my ex, Jake.

I knew it was his car. If the number plates weren’t a dead giveaway then that vulgar sticker on the bumper most certainly was. He could only be here for one reason – to find me. Deep down I always knew this day would come, but what surprises me is that it’s taken him so long. I push my inner conflict over telling Grayson or not aside, and decide to enjoy my night out. It’s been a while since we just let loose and had fun and I’m not going to allow the mere possibility that Jake could be here, to ruin it.

Grayson grabs my hand and we weave our way through the crown. The bar is packed. Luckily we find an open table and take our seats. “I’m going to the bar. Can I get you something to drink?” Grayson whispers. His warm breath tickles my ear, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. I shiver and clench my thighs. He smirks and decides to kiss the spot under my ear just for extra measure. Bastard. He’s teasing me, driving my body wild. My hormones have been all over the place lately, and I’m craving Grayson. Badly.

“Just a soda,” I barely squeak the words out. I’m squeezing my thighs so tightly that they could cramp any second. Grayson walks to the bar and I can’t help but watch his butt. His stride radiates dominance, and his legs move effortlessly. I bite my lip, thinking about the raw strength and power that ebbs and flows through his body, resulting in natural stamina.

“Down girl,” Demi teases, “It looks like you’re about to pounce on that man and have your wicked way with him right here!”

I meet her probing gaze and grin. She has no idea how right she is.
“He’s driving me crazy.”

She laughs. “I suppose you’re feeling better then.”

I fidget uncomfortably in my chair. “Much better. But I haven’t said anything to Gray.” My eyes plead with her not to mention anything about the pregnancy test, at least not until I decide I want Grayson to know.”

Demi lifts her hands as if in surrender. “I won’t say a word, but I do think you owe it to him to tell him.”

“Even if it was negative?”

“Yes. Trust me when I say that he’s the kind of guy who would want to know if something like that happens.”

Grayson and Brody arrive back the table with our drinks, effectively ending my conversation with Demi. Grayson places my soda on the table in front of us and takes a long swig from his beer. He rests his hand on my naked thigh my and I squirm in my seat, the combination of his cold hand on my hot skin sends a current that pools between my legs. My body is hyper aware of him, and highly responsive to every touch. He can be lucky we’re in public, otherwise I’d jump him until he breaks.

“Let’s go dance,” Demi chimes. She jumps up and holds her hand out to me. I’m grateful for the distraction. The sexual energy humming between me and Grayson was starting to crush me in the most delicious way and the physical distance will give me some time to cool off. I grab Demi’s hand and follow her out to the dance floor.

We find a spot in the middle of the crowded space and start moving to the beat of the music. I’m surprised that they’re playing mainstream music, as opposed to their usual country music. I throw my hands in the air and lose myself, falling into the rhythm and wild pulse of the music and the crowd.

After two songs, I’m a little sweaty but I love the feeling of being free. And that’s how I feel. Free. For the first time in what feels like forever, I’ve let my guard down. All my worries and all the shadows hanging over my head dissipate.

Two strong arms wrap around my waist, crushing me into a hard chest. If I didn’t recognize the smell of mint and apple pie and his body wash, I would’ve panicked. But I know the hands spread out on my belly, the arm wrapped protectively around my middle and the chest pressed against my back. My head rolls back, resting on Grayson’s shoulder. He takes advantage of my exposed neck and rubs his lips over the damp skin, swiping it with his hot tongue until he reaches my ear. He pulls my ear lobe into his mouth and a moan slips from between my lips. His touch, his smell and even his presence sets of every nerve ending in my body, making me feel like a live wire waiting to fire off a spark.

A slower song starts and we start moving together, the rhythm commandeering our joint bodies. Grayson takes control and I willingly surrender everything to him. My heart, my body and my soul.

I grind my hips and push back. “Keep doing that and I’ll have no choice but to take you on the dance floor.” His warning is full of promise and I can’t escape the excitement it sets off inside my body. I spin around and meet his heated gaze. “Then take me home,” I breathe against his lips. He smiles wickedly and my insides tighten. He leans in close, and my breathe catches in my throat. I hope he can’t hear my heart racing because I can feel it jumping around widely, bouncing off my rib cage like a ping pong ball. We’re surrounded by a sea of people but I don’t see them.