CHAPTER ELEVEN

Grey

Luca humored me, dialing my parents and putting them on speaker phone. My cell was resting on her stomach and I found the whole scene incredibly amusing. She got me, and that was such a turn on. “Grey.”

Damn, I knew that tone. My dad was pissed. “Don’t worry, we’re alive and being safe.”

“Being safe. You little fucker. You two are still together.” It wasn’t a question, and little fucker was basically a term of endearment in my family so I stayed silent. I was also busy torturing a squirming Luca. “You’re at the studio. You were supposed to stop by there and then take Luca home. Please tell me what the hell went wrong.”

“Well, we got here and Luca wanted to see mom’s collection of misfit toys. One thing led to another and time got away from us. And now, you know, baby it’s cold outside and all that.” Luca laughed at my holiday references and I kissed her clit in appreciation. I loved how well she understood my humor.

“You never should’ve left with her in the first place. You are in so much trouble.”

I glanced up, my eyes taking in Luca’s sexed up hair and the bite mark I’d left on her shoulder. She was so fucking beautiful.

It was more than that though.

It was the way she was still naked, and she didn’t care to cover up. It was in the way she was smirking at me, completely unphased and amused that my phone was balanced on her stomach while my fingers were stroking her pussy.

It was her art and her wit.

It was that she gave as good as she got.

It was her.

“This girl, dad? This night? Worth it, a hundred times over, worth it. Whatever imaginative punishment you two psychos are cooking up, I’ll happily take it.” I tossed my cell to the side, closer to her head and made my way back up her body. I suddenly had this urge to get closer. I needed more. I needed her surrounding me. Consuming me. I kissed her lips, my hand wrapping around her slender neck. She arched into me, her nails scratching down my back.

“You like her.”

My dad’s voice rang out, reminding me that he was still on the phone. “Okay. Well just wanted to let you know we’re warm and safe and we’ll be staying here tonight.” I bit her bottom lip, making her squeal. “Bye now.” I hit end and shoved my phone off the bed and onto the floor.

***

Luca was asleep on my chest, my fingertips running along her shoulder and back. The curtains were still open and there was more snow falling. The whole thing was so picturesque: the perfect girl, and the perfect night. I wanted to stay exactly as we were in this moment. I’d never felt this way before, this need to freeze time. You like her. I did. I really fucking did.

I knew the sun would be up soon and I was dreading the moment I’d need to take her back to the gallery. We’d both said one night, but why did it have to be that way? I was in school, sure, but she was an artist. And she could art anywhere.

Hell, maybe she could even art here. At my mom’s studio. She could live here too. Shit. What was I doing? What was I thinking? This wasn’t me. This wasn’t what I’d thought I wanted. One girl. But I’d never met a girl like Luca before. I didn’t think they even existed.

“How are you still awake?” She groaned, pushing off the mattress and rolling her head like she was working some kinks out of her neck. “How do you have any energy left at this point?”

I pushed her hair off her shoulder, trailing my thumb down to swipe over her exposed nipple. “I can’t sleep.” I didn’t want to tell her that it was because of her. That my mind was racing, trying to figure out if I could keep her. If I should even bring it up. “Since you’re awake now too.” I turned and grabbed her hips, guiding her body over mine until she was straddling me with her hair falling all around us. “Might as well make yourself useful.”

She laughed, sitting up and tracing the skull tattoo on my chest. “You’re crazy.”

“About you.” I sat up, grateful for the way she giggled at my lame-ass line. “One more time baby, you can do it.” I dipped down, capturing her nipples, sucking one in my mouth while my fingers tweaked the other. She gasped, curving into me. It only took a minute of me playing with her, teasing her. “Trust me?” She nodded, her lips against mine. I pushed into her, completely turned on by her instantaneous faith in me and the fact that I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

I threaded my fingers into her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her throat. I nipped at her flesh, one hand on her hip to help guide her movements. “That’s it, baby, take what you need. Use me. Give me one more.”

Our chests were pressed together, our legs tangled. We were so close. Being inside her like this, in a way I’d never experienced before. It was making me feel things I’d never expected. I cradled her face, bringing her lips to mine. “You feel fucking amazing.”

She nodded, panting. “You’re piercing like this, it’s, oh god, it’s good.” I moved one hand down to her lower back, demanding she ride me harder.

“Just like that.” I fisted her long blonde hair, I sucked at her sweet skin, making her whimper. “Give me one more and I’ll let you rest, come for me, baby.”

My words were her trigger, and I felt like a fucking king.