Chapter 37

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Grey

The plate of egg and avocado toast I've made for Amelia is balanced on my arm as I knock on the door of our spare room. Without waiting for a response, I walk in, expecting to see her still curled up in bed. It's almost noon, but I wanted to let her sleep. She did almost the whole day yesterday already, but Morgan said the rest would be good for her head.

And I need her to be good again as soon as possible.

My heart skips a beat when I find the room empty, the bed neatly made, as if it hadn't been slept in at all.

"Princess?" I call out, setting the plate on the desk with shaky hands. Panic starts to bubble up inside me, threatening to overflow, and I fumble for my phone, frantically checking the tracker app I installed.

"Shit, shit, shit," I mutter under my breath, cursing myself for letting my guard down.

How can she be gone?

I was just in the kitchen, for fuck's sake.

Has somebody snuck in to get her ?

My mind races with horrific scenarios, each worse than the last. Images of Amelia hurt, scared, or worse flash through my head, making me feel sick to my stomach.

I spent all yesterday combing through files, checking if her work had been uploaded to the cloud like Jamie has, trying to trace any sign of her laptop. I thought I was being thorough, vigilant. But I haven't found shit and now, standing in this empty room, it feels like I've failed her even more.

The tracker pings, showing Amelia's location right here in the apartment. Relief washes over me for a split second before I spot her phone on the nightstand, innocently charging away.

The panic comes rushing back, stronger than before, like a tidal wave threatening to drown me. "Amelia!" I yell, my voice cracking with fear. I'm certain she's gone, taken right under my nose while I was making her fucking breakfast.

The en suite door bursts open with a cloud of steam. Amelia rushes out sans glasses, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy white towel, her damp hair clinging to her face and neck.

Her stormy blue eyes are wide with concern as she asks, "What happened?"

The relief that floods through me is overwhelming, like a dam breaking. I throw my phone on the bed, cross the room in two strides, and pull her into my arms, hugging her tightly against my chest. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the clean scent of her skin and my shampoo, feeling her warmth against me.

"I thought I'd lost you," I murmur against her shoulder. "I came in, and you weren't here. I just… I panicked."

Amelia's hands stroke my back, her touch soothing. The gentle pressure of her fingertips traces patterns along my spine, sending a wave of calm through my tense muscles.

"I'm right here," she murmurs, her breath warm against my ear. I hold her even tighter, unable to let go just yet. My arms tremble slightly as I pull her closer as if she might disappear if I loosen my grip even a fraction. "I'm fine, really," she insists.

There's a hint of concern in her tone, and I can picture the worried crease between her brows without even looking. I have to explain myself to her, or she'll think I've lost it.

Maybe I have.

"When I was seven, I snuck away from Grandpa to watch my parents on the news. They were reporting from the middle of a war zone." My voice catches, the memory still raw after all these years, but I push on. "All of a sudden, bombs started going off. I watched live as smoke and debris engulfed them before the stream cut out abruptly." The image flashes in my mind as vivid as the day it happened.

Amelia's hands still on my back, and she tenses against me. Her breath hitches, and I know she's imagining the scene, trying to put herself in my shoes.

"I thought I'd just watched them die on live TV," I continue, the words heavy with long-buried emotion. "We didn't know they were alive until days later."

Those days of uncertainty had been the longest of my life.

That's all I could think about when I saw Amelia lying on the floor through the monitor. I wanted to reach through and get to her, just like I wanted to get to my parents then.

My hands cup her shoulders, thumbs brushing against her collarbones, needing the physical connection to ground myself.

"Grey," Amelia breathes out. "I'm so sorry."

I shake my head, my thumb reaching up to brush her cheek. "I'm not telling you this to make you feel sorry for me. I want you to understand why I'm like this. Why I have problems with overprotecting the people I love. I feel like I have to. I can't just stand by and do nothing. I need to protect you." The words tumble out, raw and honest, laying my vulnerabilities bare.

Something I've never shared with anyone before.

"Love?" she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I lean back, taking her face in my hands. Her damp hair clings to my fingers as I gaze into her eyes, which look somehow bigger without her glasses, seeing a reflection of my own emotions there.

"Yes, love ," I whisper, the admission both terrifying and liberating.

Without another word, I lean in to kiss her, a gentle, sweet kiss. Her lips are soft and taste faintly of mint. My thumbs caress her cheeks as I pour all my emotions into this kiss.

I love her.

Everything about her.

Amelia sighs, her breath mingling with mine as she melts into the kiss, and her fingers thread through my hair.

What started as sweet and gentle slowly transforms into something more intense when my cock reminds me that she is in my arms in only a towel. My hands slide down to her waist, pulling her closer as her lips part, inviting me in.

Our tongues meet, tentative at first, then with growing urgency. Amelia's fingers tighten in my hair, a small moan escaping her throat. The sound sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and I respond by pressing her against me, eliminating any remaining space between us, letting her feel how hard she already made me.

The kiss becomes a dance of lips, tongues, and wandering hands. My fingers slip under the hem of the towel at the back of her thigh, tracing patterns on the soft skin. She arches into me, her body molding perfectly against mine.

I lose myself in the sensation of her—the taste of her lips, the scent of her skin, the feel of her body pressed against me. Every nerve ending is on fire, alive.

I pull her back with me and break the kiss to sit down on the edge of the bed, with her standing between my legs and my hands coming to rest on the back of her thighs. I start to kiss her arm, savoring the silkiness of her skin against my lips.

"Grey," she breathes out, her fingers threading through my hair again.

I've never been happier about wearing it long.

My mouth glides over her collarbone, teasing the sensitive skin with suction, knowing full well that it's likely to leave a mark.

Mine.

"Wait," she protests and attempts to pull me away. I relent, gazing up at her flushed face. "I slept with Misha."

A chuckle escapes my lips. "I know." Undeterred, I return to her other collarbone, eagerly kissing and sucking there as well.

She tries to pull me away a second time, but this time, I resist, biting on her tender flesh.

"And I-uh… kissed Oliver."

"I know," I murmur again against her skin before leaning back and guiding her onto my lap, well aware that my sweats are the only thing between her cunt and my straining cock. My hand reaches for her throat, making her gasp. "You're ours."

Her eyes go wide as I pull her to me and fuse our lips again. Without breaking the kiss, I shift backward on the bed, pulling her with me. She follows eagerly, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance, her thighs pressing against my hips as she settles her weight on me again. With my hands on her hips, I pull her down on me while I push my hips up into her.

So fucking hard.

" Fuck, " she breathes out against my lips.

I swallow her soft moan as my hands roam her back, tracing the curve of her spine. Amelia rocks against me, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. My hand trails down to her ass, gripping it firmly, pressing her closer to my raging hard-on.

I reluctantly break the kiss to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down to her collarbone.

I need more.

"Can we take this off?" I ask, already pulling the seam of the towel down. She nods, and I suck in air as more of her pale silky skin is revealed. "That's right…" I breathe out. The towel is quickly pushed off, showing me all of her freckled skin and perfect, small tits. "Oh, there she is. Look how fucking beautiful you are."

"Grey." My name is a plea on her lips.

Trailing kisses down her stomach, I gently lower Amelia onto her back, placing a pillow under her head and supporting her with a hand behind her neck to protect the bump on the back of her head.

Following to lean over her, I push her legs open, exposing her perfect cunt. I lick my lips in anticipation as I take in the sight of her, already glistening for me.

She reaches out to grab the hem of my shirt, but I grip her wrist. "Ah-ah. No touching me right now. If you want my clothes off, you'll have to ask nicely. Maybe, maybe, I'll take them off. But you're not in charge right now, are you?"

"No," she whispers, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"No, no, you're not," I say, a smirk playing on my lips. "That's a good girl. Tell me who's in charge."

"You," she says with a moan.

"Goddamn perfect," I praise, pulling her closer, my hand gripping her hip tightly, and all I want is to sink my cock into that perfect dripping cunt.

But I want to play with her first.

I waited so long for this.

I lean in close, feeling her breath on my lips. "You want to kiss me?" She nods, her eyes wide and pleading. "Open your mouth," I command, and she obeys instantly.

God, I love how easily she does what she's told.

Leaning down, I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as she moans into me. Pulling away, I murmur against her lips, "Keep it open," she does, and I move to suck her earlobe into my mouth while I push my thumb into hers.

She sucks on it eagerly, and I can't wait to feel her lips around my cock. "That's it." I trail kisses down her neck, my hand wandering down to her tit. "You're going to let me suck your nipples?"

She nods eagerly when I pull my thumb out of her mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

"Yeah? You don't mind that?" I tease, leaning down to take her pebbled nipple into my mouth. She arches beneath me, a loud moan escaping her lips. I pull away with a soft pop and murmur, "This is serious business, Amelia. Did I say you could move?"

She shakes her head, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"No?" I prompt, blowing a warm breath over her now- damp nipple, making her squirm beneath me. "Use your words."

"No," she manages to press out.

"Then don't fucking move. Stay right there, and let me suck on your tits, baby."

Biting down gently on her nipple, I feel the small pebble harden against my tongue. Her tits are perfect, perfect in my hands. I suck on her nipple, and my hand slips between us, exploring her cunt, playing with her clit.

Amelia moans, her hips bucking against me. "Oh my God. Fu-uck," she moans, her head thrown back.

"You like it when I play with you, don't you?" I growl, feeling the heat and desperation in every word. "So damn horny, I can fucking feel it."

"Yes," she breathes out, already sounding wrecked.

We haven't even started yet, baby.

"That's right, respond to me. That's a good girl," I murmur, sliding a finger inside her, feeling just how soaked she is.

Holy shit.

She gasps as I let another finger slide in, a groan escaping my lips. My thumb circles her clit as I pump my fingers in and out of her. Amelia starts to pant, gripping the bed sheets.

"I love it when you breathe like that," I murmur against her throat.

She's getting close. I can feel it in the way her body tenses beneath me, how her cunt pulses around my fingers.

First, I'm going to make her come on my fingers, then I'm going to impale her on my cock.

I can't fucking wait to push myself into her balls deep, but instead, I say, "I could do this all day. I could finger fuck you until Oliver and Misha come home, and if my hand gets tired, one of them could take over for me. Ever had three men making you come in one day?"

Why am I even asking this? I don't want to know.

And the thought of having Oliver and Misha here should turn me off, but thinking about all our hands on her at the same time makes my cock weep even more.

"Misha's the only one who ever made me come," she gasps out.

Wait, what?

I don't stop the movement of my fingers in her, my thumb still circling her clit when I reach out with my free hand and grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. "What did you just say?"

Did Misha pop her cherry?

"My ex never made me come," she whispers, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

I can't tell if I love or hate that fact.

I reach down to pinch her nipple, making her gasp. "Don't talk about another man while I fuck you, no matter what I'm fucking you with."

"But Misha—" She frowns before I make her gasp again when I rub her clit harder, her body writhing beneath me.

"Oliver and him don't count. Nobody else, just us."

"Just us," she repeats.

Did she just agree to what we want to propose to her?

"Good girl." Leaning down, I lick up her throat and whisper in her ear, "How many times did he make you come?"

She hesitates before answering, her body trembling with anticipation. "Two."

"Sounds like you have to come three times for me."

She whimpers, closing her eyes, "I can't… I need—"

"Look at me. Look at me while I play with you." Her breathing is heavy, her chest heaving as she stares up at me, her eyes wide with desire. "That's it. Look at me."

She moans, her body trembling as I bring her closer to the edge. "More," she begs, her fingers gripping my wrist tightly.

"I'll give you more." I press my thumb down on her clit as I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot that makes her cry out in pleasure. She squeezes my wrist and pulls me into her, making me almost lose my mind. "Fuck, yes, come for me, baby… come for me."

I watch as she comes undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. And in that moment, I know that she's mine, and I'm never letting her go.

Even if I have to share her.

Slipping my fingers out of her, I circle her nipple before I trail them down her body, watching as they leave a wet trail and goose bumps in their wake.

My lips chase the path my fingers have blazed, pressing tender kisses and nips along the way. She's trembling beneath me, her breath hitching as I make my way down to her core. Her heart is racing, matching the frantic beat of my own.

"The sounds you make drive me wild," I murmur against her skin, each word a breath of heat. I'll probably go crazy if I can't fuck her soon. But damn.

Can't have Misha win, can we?

Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I spread her wide open for me.

I pause, drinking in the sight of her—pink, glistening, and swollen with want.

Unable to resist, I dip my head, drawing my tongue along her slit in a languid, exploratory stroke. She's sweet and heady, a taste that's uniquely hers, and I'm utterly intoxicated. Her gasp, the way her hips lift to meet my mouth, it's an invitation I'm all too eager to accept.

I dive in, devouring her like a starving man. My tongue laps at her, circling her clit before dipping inside her. She tastes fucking amazing, and I can't get enough. Slipping my fingers inside her once more, I curl them in time with the strokes of my tongue. Her response is visceral, her legs quivering, her hands fisting in my hair as she nears her peak.

"Oh my God. Grey…"

I watch, mesmerized, as she comes apart, her body arching, her voice crying out in ecstasy.

"Fuck, I fucking love it when you come," I say, slowly stilling my fingers inside her as she rides out her orgasm. Withdrawing my fingers, I bring them to my lips, savoring the taste of her as I lick them clean. "You're literally soaking wet," I say, a smirk playing on my lips.

And all this for me.

"Please let me kiss you," she begs, already looking spent.

I'm not done with you yet.

"You can kiss me, baby," I say, moving up to meet her. I know she can taste herself on my lips, and I have to squeeze my cock over my sweatpants to release some pressure.

Breaking the kiss, I murmur against her swollen lips, "Are you ready for me?"

She nods eagerly, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip as anticipation dances in her eyes.

With swift movements, I discard my shirt and sweatpants. Grabbing a nearby pillow, I position it under her hips with a gentleness that belies my urgency.

"Oliver makes us do these health screenings every six months, but do you want me to use a condom?" I ask, remembering how she talked about taking birth control before.

"No. "

The air between us thickens even more, and I can't wait any longer to feel her wrapped around me. I position myself between her legs, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit. "God, I need you," I murmur, my hand gripping her hip tightly.

Amelia grips the back of my neck, tugging to bring my face back to hers. Her eyes are dark with desire, her lips swollen from our kisses. "Then have me," she whispers before crashing her lips back to mine.

I thrust inside her, filling her completely, and we gasp into each other's mouths, bodies trembling with shared need. Fuck, I'm never leaving again.

"How's that feel, baby?" I ask, each word punctuated by a ragged breath.

"So good," she breathes out, her head thrown back in pleasure.

But that makes me worried about her putting too much pressure on the bump on her head.

"Look at me," I command, and her gaze locks onto mine as I begin to fuck her. She meets me thrust for thrust, her body taking everything I give, holding her breath. I lean in closer, pressing my lips near her ear. "Breathe, baby," I murmur, each word a soft encouragement. "You're taking me so well." Her moan is my reward, her legs locking around my waist as I hit the sweet spot within her perfect tight cunt.

As I feel her coiling tighter, her inner walls gripping me, I know she's close again. Her gaze locks onto mine, filled with lust and a hint of reverence that only fuels my own desire as I reach between us to rub her clit. "Can you give me one more?" I ask, my breaths ragged.

Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, then open with a fierce determination. "Yes," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Fuck.

I begin to move faster, harder. The room fills with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our heavy breaths, and our urgent moans.

The familiar tension builds in my balls, the onset of my release. "Baby, I'm close," I manage, my breath hitching as the sensation intensifies.

"I know," she pants, her hips bucking against me in time with my thrusts. "I want to feel you come inside me."

Holy…

I rub her clit in time with my thrusts until her body shudders, and a low cry escapes her lips. Her inner walls clamp down on me, milking me with each throbbing pulse. Her orgasm ripples through her body while I continue to thrust, feeling her wetness coating my cock.

With a final, powerful thrust, I shatter too. The sensation is indescribable as if the world itself has been torn apart and stitched back together in the span of a few breaths. We're both spent, but I don't pull out of her quite yet. Instead, I hold her close, my lips trailing along her neck, her scent intoxicating and mixed with mine.

This is everything I've ever wanted.

She is.

"You're everything," I murmur against her skin before slowly pulling out of her. Amelia gasps at the loss but wraps herself around me tighter as I guide myself to lay beside her, pulling her leg over my hip and placing my cock at her entrance once more. "You're mine," I whisper hoarsely, pushing back inside her slowly but surely until we're connected again from hips to chest—our hearts beating together now.

She runs a hand through my hair in affection, both of us lost in the aftermath, our breathing slowly evening out. I can't deny the satisfaction of feeling Amelia's body welcoming me back in as we come down from the high. Keeping my cock warm as the air around us cools, the sticky heat of our sex dissipating, leaving a sense of calm and contentment in its place.

In this moment, there is only us, only the beating of our hearts and the hushed whisper of our breaths.

We are one, and it's a feeling I never want to lose.