Page 41 of Keeping You

He runs his hand up and down my thigh, warming me. He smells like smoke from the bonfire, and it does something to me. I pull my hair over my shoulder as I squirm in his lap, and he groans. The sound has me squirming even more. I need release.

His grip on my waist tightens, and he drops his head to my shoulder, running his nose over my over sensitive skin. I bite my lip, holding back my own groan. I shuffle a bit, and his fingers dig into my skin through the fabric of my sweatshirt as he whispers, “Spitfire, you’ve got to stop that.”

I look down and bat my lashes at him. “And why is that?”

His eyes are molten lava as he holds my gaze. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me. But if you need me to spell it out for you, you and your sexy-as-sin ass squirming on me has me hard as a fucking rock. As much as I’m trying to respect your boundaries, unless you want me pulling down those leggings and fucking you right here, you need to stop.”

My breathing is quick and erratic. That sounds so fucking good. I shift a little more and feel his erection under my thigh and holy fuck, he’s big. The thought of him fucking me right here has my panties soaked, but I don’t give in. For the next thirty minutes, I remain as still as possible.

When we decide to go inside, Grayson grabs the hose and tells me he’ll be inside in a few minutes. I hurry inside, grabbing my pyjamas and a towel before heading into the washroom and turning on the shower. As soon as the water is a decent temperature, I step under it.

My hand trails down my body. I tweak both my nipples before my hand trails further south. I run a finger through my folds and find just how wet I am from earlier. I pump my fingers inside myself a few times before I find my clit. I bite my lip to stop the moan that wants to tear through my entire being. I’m so built up and so on edge, it’s not long before I’m coming, andthe name I stop myself from calling out when the orgasm tears through me is Grayson’s.

I finish my shower and change. When I open the bathroom door, I come face to face with a shirtless Grayson leaning against the wall outside the washroom. I take him in, his broad shoulders and the cut of his abs and how they move as he pushes off the wall. Man, is my husband sexy.

Grayson chuckles. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Like what you see?”

I’m frozen in place, because fuck yeah I do, but also I’m so not going to admit it to him. “It’s okay,” I croak, and he laughs.

“If you say so.”

“I do,” I say more firmly.

He steps back enough to let me pass, and I head into the bedroom. I climb under the covers on my side and settle in. Grayson eventually comes in, leaving the light off, and finds his way to the other side of the bed. The bed dips as he climbs in, and I immediately feel his body heat. He’s like a freaking furnace.

I toss and turn, trying to find a comfortable position, all while trying to forget that I’m sharing a bed with Grayson Maxwell. After fifteen minutes of me constantly moving, Grayson’s arm wraps around my middle and he pulls me into him. I freeze.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Helping you sleep. Now just close your eyes, you’re keeping me up.”

He doesn’t let go, and after a couple minutes, I find myself relaxing into his hold. I fall asleep to Grayson’s light snores behind me.

In the morning, I wake up to an empty bed and go downstairs to find everyone in the kitchen. Grayson is helping his mom make pancakes while Randy and Chloe are talking at the table. They all greet me as I join them. Grayson passes the spatula to his mom and pours a cup of coffee, adding cream and sugar and few pumps of a syrup before passing it to me.

I say, “Thank you,” and hold the liquid gold in my hands as I settle at the table and take a sip. He somehow makes it exactly the way I like it every time.

He moves around the kitchen with ease. He and his mom work together in perfect sync, like they do this every day. I wonder if he gets all of his cooking skills from her. Every meal he’s made me has been amazing.

They place the eggs, pancakes, and bacon on the table and join us. Everyone digs in, and Chloe spends the entire time trying to convince Grayson to go to the local bar tonight.

“If Grayson doesn’t want to join you tonight, I will,” I tell her, and her face lights up.

“Oh, Hannah, this will be great!” she exclaims.

“I’ll go,” Grayson says beside me, and I peak over at him. He’s watching me with an intensity that has me wanting to squirm in my seat.

“Sounds like a plan, we should leave after dinner, the band starts at 10 p.m., but we’ll probably want to get in early and snag a table before it gets crazy.”

Grayson nods, and we finish breakfast. The entire time I feel Grayson looking over at me every once and a while. Being so close to him for the last twenty-four hours has me on edge. I need some space. Some distance to clear my head and get backin my right mind and remember why I wanted this marriage to end.

After we clean the kitchen, I run upstairs and throw some things in a bag and grab a blanket and towel before heading downstairs. I tell Grayson I’m going for a walk and I’ll be back for lunch. He nods, and I make my way outside.

I walk through the garden, retracing our steps from yesterday until I find the pond. I lay my blanket out in the sun, slip off my shoes, and lie down on my stomach as I settle in with my book, feeling the warm sun on my back. No matter how much I want to, I can’t seem to get into my book. My mind keeps wandering to last night and sitting in Grayson’s lap. To the feeling of his breath dusting over the shell of my ear as he whispered how hard he was because of me. The feeling of him wrapped around me last night.

No matter what I do, I can’t seem to escape the immense physical attraction I have for Grayson. Spending time with him over the last few weeks has only made it worse, because now I think my emotions might be getting involved. I’ve tried to push it all away, but it won’t go away.

Yesterday, Grayson told me no one comes out here, it’s all private property and it was always more his spot growing up than anyone else’s, so I figure I’ll have some privacy. I’ve never gotten myself off anywhere other than my bed or the shower, and I thought it might be fun to try something new, so I packed a little something in my bag.

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