Tears travel from the corners of her eyes and back down towards her hairline, others remain caught on her lashes.
“I don’t have guys in my life, Koa. MAC and MK are Gods, God is a DJ and so is Pete, and then there’s you.”
“And what am I?”
She rolls her lips and traps them between her teeth as she stares at me for a long moment. I wait, hoping my ears don’t explode from the force of my heartbeat as it pounds inside my head.
“You’re the person that has the potential to rock my whole fucking world.”
“Consider it rocked, Essex.”
I crash my mouth down on hers. I’m sick of talking. It’s time to take her loud friend’s advice and show her exactly what she means to me.
GRACIE
“YOU DOING OKAY,ESSEX?”
Koa leans on the frame of the open doorway of my bedroom. I’m sitting on the end of my bed after our early morning D&M and sex session.
We showered in silence afterwards, both of us apparently lost in our own thoughts. Koa then went to his own room to get dressed before the builders arrive.
He has to go to Aspen later. It’s his weekend to have his daughter, but she had a birthday party to attend last night and another this afternoon.
Koa will collect her from there and take her back to his house in Aspen, making it easier for him to drop her back to her mum’s on Sunday.
He’s asked me to go with him, but I think some distance will do us good, and I’m feeling a little overwhelmed right now.
My body gives an involuntary shiver as I watch him stalk towards me. He’s already dressed in his standard long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans, and boots. Today, he has a white T-shirt on beneath the moss-coloured one, though.
“You need to get dressed. Lee, the carpenters, and the painters will be here soon.”
I let out a deep breath. Refusing to listen to the steam train full of thoughts that are rattling around in my head is exhausting, and I’m almost ready to go back to bed. But then I’d only think some more, and I’m already doing my own head in.
“Gracie.”
“Hmmm?” I turn to him and pause, waiting.
“Put some clothes on, you’re making my dick hard.”
When he says things like that and looks at me like he is, I feel so sure that what we have is worth the risk we’re taking, but as soon as I’m left to get inside my own head, all the doubt creeps in.
He tilts his head to the side and watches me for a moment longer before saying, “Don’t move, I’ve got this.”
He goes into my wardrobe and re-emerges a few minutes later with a pair of grey loose-fitting Victoria’s Secret lounge pants, a black hoodie, sports bra, and knickers, all from their Pink line.
“Thank you.” I can’t help but smile about him putting an outfit together for me.
“Welcome. You need socks, or you just gonna put on your gangster boots?”
I stand in front of him and the towel drops as I shimmy my knickers over my hips.
He puts his hands on each of his hips and brazenly stares at my tits.
“What gangster boots?” I question, having no clue what he’s talking about.
“Hmmm?”
I lean forward and pull on his beard. “Eyes up here, Cowboy. What gangster boots?”