Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Bonny

I wake up warm, safe, and happy. It's something I haven't felt since…the last time I woke up with Grayson. My eyes fly open as my heart starts pounding like I just outran a fucking horde of zombies. It takes me a full minute before I recognize Grayson's room. But unlike before, this time…I'm freaking naked!

How the fuck…? When? How did I even get here? I vaguely remember him coming to the door and…my God is that his…poking me in the back? Oh my God! I think it is.

I need to stay focused on what needs to be done which is getting up, finding my clothes, and a way back home.

"Oh My God!" I sit straight up when I remember that Candy got hurt last night!

I half expect the hand on my breast to fall away but it doesn't. Instead, it tightens, squeezing the soft flesh but not painfully. Before I can brush his hand from me, he pulls me back down and rolls me, so we are spooning around one another again.

"Hmm, five more minutes, baby. Let's just spend five more minutes right here."

He drops kisses on my neck, and I realize he's pulled me up higher than I was when I first woke up. This puts his very bare package in a very sensitive area of mine. I try to scoot my hips away, to put a little space between us, but he only holds me tighter to him.

"Grayson, I have to get up. I have to make sure Candy is alright. I have to tell Lolly. I have to…"

"She's with her man, sweetheart. I think she's going to be alright."

"I still need to check on her. We were all supposed to go in today but not as early. What time is it? God, I bet I am so late."

"Sweetheart, you haven't slept in a week. It doesn't matter if it's five p.m., you needed to sleep. And you know what I need…" I shake my head hoping his eyes are opened so he can see the head shake. "I need a hit of this sweet pussy, bunny."

He moves my leg so he can run his fingers across my bare bottom lips. I jump at the brush of his hand but he's still got me all wrapped up so there is no getting away from his touch. Yeah, I could tell him to stop or call a halt to it, but I just can't make myself and when his fingers dip inside of me all I can do is moan. He finds the bundle of nerves at the top of my…God, I can't bring myself to call it what he calls it even in my thoughts.

"Baby…this little pussy is soaked. Have you been dreaming about me?"

I gasp out an ‘oh God' as he starts dropping kisses on my shoulder and neck and the hand holding my breast starts to squeeze and massage the mound. He plays with the nipple, squeezing it between his fingers and rolling it. His fingers set up a steady rhythm against my clit causing me to tense even more than I already am.

He was right, I was dreaming about him when I woke up, so I was already wet and needy for him. He applies a little more pressure on my nipple causing me to gasp out and reach behind me for something solid to hold onto. All I have is Grayson. My hands land on his thighs and my nails sink in as he picks up speed. I'm so lost in the haze of oncoming pleasure that it takes me a lot more time than it should for me to realize while he's making my body feel amazing, he's been rubbing against me, getting harder and thicker.

"Oh my God! Gray…is that yo…your...?"

He wedges my knees apart and slips it in between my thighs. It's so long I can see the head poking through my legs.

"Is that my cock? Yeah, it is sweetheart. I shouldn't be doing this but, god damn, do you feel so good and smell fucking amazing and…" His words end in a groan as his hips flex and the head disappears only to come back seconds later.

He's dry humping me. Okay, nothing about this is dry, but the humping is definitely happening.

"Is…is this safe?" I'm not on anything and he's got stuff coming out of the tip. I'm not sure of a lot, but I took health class in school. I understand you can absolutely get pregnant dry humping, and I had a friend in high school that swore our last year that she was still a virgin and got pregnant that way. "We should probably… stop. Don't you think?"

"I can scoot down if you're worried about it slipping inside."

That was not really what I was concerned about but now it is! "Um, I was kind of worried about…well, you see, I'm not…I'm afraid…baby."

Why do I turn stupid around him? It's like I don't understand how to communicate when he's next to me. I wait for him to ask me what the hell I mean or if he pieced together the jumble of words he might stop and put distance between us. But he surprises me.

He brings his mouth close to my ear and tells me in a gruff, growly voice, "I know, bunny. You're worried about us making a baby the first time we make love."

Yes, exactly. He does understand. But he doesn't stop and if anything he pulls me closer.

"I'm not afraid, sweetheart. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of it all, baby. If we make a baby don't be afraid."

"What?! No! You…don't understand. I…I'm not on anything and we could make a baby."

"I know, sweetheart. I understand what you're trying to tell me and I'm telling you not to be afraid."

I'm speechless. "I…I think we need to talk about…"

"I'm not wearing anything when I take you either, Bunny."

I jerk up right and he lets me go. "You…you don't want to wear protection. You don't keep the people you're with protected?"

"I've not been with anyone in… a fucking long time, bunny. I've got tested, I don't have anything and the very few times that I have been with someone I've always worn a condom."

"But not with me? Why would you…?"

He interrupts me before I can ask the question. "Because you're different. You're…mine. There isn't going to be anyone after you."

"What?" My eyes widen, "Oh my God! You're dying!"

"What?! No. I'm…why would you even think…I meant you are going to be the last person I ever make love to because I plan to keep you."

I try to digest what he is saying. My heart has already done flops and flips from thinking he might be sick. "You…Is this so I'll let my guard down and let you…um, have sex with me and then you just…you've just cleansed your palate so you can move on to the next beautiful woman who is throwing herself at you?"

He looks surprised and a little pissed.

"I can't be…I'm not like…I can't be a causal lay, Grayson. I'm not made that way. I'll fall in love with you." Silence greets my words, and tears burn my eyes. "I should go. I should…I should leave."

I throw back the covers that were pushed down and swing my legs over the side of the bed.

"Oh, hell no!" He grabs me and pulls me down, so I am under him. "You don't get to dump all that on me and just run away. I realize I call you Bunny, but you aren't going to ground right now. Not until we figure this shit out."

He knocks my legs apart so he can fit himself in between them and glares down at me. "Who the hell made you think I'm not serious about you, about us? Was it Candy because she and I can talk this out until she understands what this is?!"

"What? No, it…"

"You are not a casual fucking lay or a, what did you call it? Palate thing? That…Just no. No, not just no but hell no!"

"The last time…" I stop short of revealing anything.

"The last time what?" His eyes drill into me all but forcing me to tell him.

"When you, um, did that thing with your mouth at your office…"

"Ate your little pussy?"

"Yes, that. When you did it, you were so unaffected by it and you acted like you couldn't get rid of me fast enough afterwards. You didn't even…give me time to catch my breath really. You just wanted away from me, so I thought you might be…rushing to be with someone else."

"Okay, we need to back the hell up and slow down. I rushed you out of my office because I didn't want you to miss Candace, otherwise, I would have kept you locked in my office all day eating you raw. Two, I…well, it's embarrassing but getting a taste of you…I came as soon as I had you in my mouth and I didn't really have time to find out how noticeable it was and didn't want Candace seeing me like that because just like I am the only person seeing you come undone you are the only person to see that about me."

My mouth forms a perfectly round ‘o' at his explanation.

"Do women throw themselves at me? Yeah, they try. But most of them know now I am not interested in any of them…thus, lunch at the diner."

"But…that was our first…um, well, I guess it wasn't really…"

"Oh no, it was! It was our first date. I've known how much I need and want you from the moment I stepped into that room and got hit by that sweet candy scent of cherry innocence and sugared pussy, baby."