Page 90 of Always Been Yours

In all honesty, I don’t really know what I’m doing right now. I’ve never done anything like this.

But there’s never been another woman who makes me feel this… wild, all-consuming possessiveness that I do with Genevieve.

Watching her reject that guy and walk back to me wassosatisfying but not enough to fully calm the frustration pumping through my body.

She opens the door and takes a sharp inhale when she sees me. “Grady, what are—“

I place my hand on her stomach and push her backward before turning around just long enough to lock the door. Thankfully the bathrooms here are very clean so I don’t hesitate to grip her ribs and push her against the counter.

“Grady,” she breathes as she tilts her head up to me.

“Do you realize how crazy you made me out there?” I can smell the tequila on her breath. It took days to get the taste of her margarita out of my mouth after that night. Blood orange has been my new favorite flavor ever since, but I bet the faint taste of it on Vivi’s tongue is even better.

She doesn’t say anything, but a shiver runs through her entire body, and she gives me a small smirk that I want to kiss right off her beautiful face.

So that’s exactly what I do.

This kiss is not sweet and tentative like the one from earlier tonight.

No, this one is as passionate and feral as I feel. Everything I’m putting into it, Vivi is giving right back. Driving me more and more wild.

Without thinking about it, the hand that’s not holding her in place goes to the little bow at the front of her shirt. One light tug on the fabric has it falling open. I slowly push it off her breasts, leaving the sleeves right where they are. Vivi’s chest rises and falls quickly, her breathing more shallow. My mouth waters as I take in her bare top half. Slowly, I move my hand up, rolling her puckered nipple in between my fingers, taking her mouth with mine again.

Without hesitation, she slips her hands up my shirt. Her hands run over the contours of my abs and pecs before she slips them to my back, feeling all of the muscles there next.

I suddenly realize that she hasn’t seen me without a shirt yet. I had one on the entire weekend at her house and we haven’t had any time likethissince. After I tore my ACL, working out was still ingrained into my day-to-day routines. I’d been an athlete my entire life and had planned to stay one. It just felt natural to continue those habits after my recovery. I never put much thought into it.

Until right now. I’m silently thanking myself for every day that I’ve spent an hour in the gym because if Vivi’s whimpers are any indication, she loves every part of my body I’ve given her so far.

She slides her palms lightly up my back, teasing me with the barest touches, before sinking her nails into my shoulders. I grab handfuls of each of her breasts in response. No matter how hard I try they spill out of my hands.

I alternate between squeezing her perfect tits and pinching her rosy buds, and it only takes about a minute before she’s begging me for more.

“Grady,” she moans into my mouth. I slip one of my hands to the back of her neck, pushing her mouth to mine again. She slips her hands down, toward my zipper, but I stop her before she can make work of it. “Please, Grady,please.“ That word on her tongue is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard but I won’t let her have what she wants. Not like this, not for the first time. “More. I needmore.”

I shake my head, telling myself I should cover her up and walk out of this bathroom with her. But no matter what my mind says, my body won’t comply. “I’m not going to make love to you for the first time in the bathroom of a bar, Genevieve,” I growl.

“Good thing I want you tofuck me, not make love to me.“ Her hands try to move back down, thinking she won.

I grab her wrists again, setting them around my neck. “There’s no reason why that won’t be the exact same thing for us.”

“Grady,” she whimpers, wrapping one of her legs around me. “Please. I needsomething.”

I look down as her other leg snakes around my hips, pulling me closer to her. I get a peek of her dark green lace panties… the same pair I’m pretty sure short-circuited my brain when I was helping her with laundry.

Her eyes must drop down to where I’m staring. “I noticed that these were your favorite.”

I drop my head to her forehead. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Her light chuckle pumps more heat into my veins. I can see the wordpleaseforming on her lips, but I’ve teased her enough. I’ve teased myself enough. “Your greedy pussy can have my fingers now, or nothing at all.”

She responds with a deep moan and tugs on my hair. She pulls me down to her mouth as she nods. It’s both an agreement and permission.

Without waiting another second, I push her panties to the side and slowly drag one finger from her soaked center to her clit. I give it a few light swipes, pulling back just enough to watch her writhe in front of me.

I slip two fingers into her, pumping at a pace I know is only getting her more worked up. “You’re so needy for me. Aren’t you, Genevieve?” She digs her nails into my skin again, and I revel in the feeling of it. I want her to leave scratches for me to find tomorrow. “That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, yes. You’re right,” she whimpers.

I let out a low hum of approval. “Has anyone ever made you as wet as I do?”

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