Lame Bros:
Lainey: Percy and Bessie got back together, and let’s just say, we all heard the reunion.
A loud snort leaves me, and Grayson leans over just in time to read the short message before it disappears.
“You really have to tell me who Percy and Bessie are.”
He sighs. “It’s just my sister gossiping about her coworkers. She’s on tour with a huge orchestra, and there’s lots of drama going on.”
“Damn, your sister’s cool.” I wish I could’ve spoken to her longer, and I have yet to know what his brother does. “Also, what’s up with the name of the group chat?”
Grayson shifts slightly on the mattress, crossing his arms. “Wesley and I kept trying to change the name, but Lainey seems to have more time on her hands because she kept beating us to the punch. Eventually, we let it go.”
Now, I know his brother’s name. My mind is spinning as the person in front of me finally starts to take shape.
“Are you going to pick a song or what?” His words snap me out of my stupor, and I flip my eyes back to his phone.
I laugh quietly to myself. “Lame Bros.”
“Just shut up and pick a song.”
Giving up on his library selection, I click on “search” and enter the title of a Spanish song that fits our situation perfectly.
Pressing play and locking the phone, “Mayores” by Bad Bunny and Becky G sounds through the small speaker, and I ask him, “You know some Spanish, right?”
“Yeah, not fluently, but I can hold a conversation well enough.”
His eyebrows rise at the first line of the song, and I hide my smile behind a hand. I can’t hold a conversation in Spanish either, but I know what this song is about thanks to Kamila and our friend Luna.
His mouth opens and closes several times as he listens to the lyrics, then the chorus hits. He meets my eyes, and this time, only one eyebrow rises, a seductive smile replacing his previous shocked expression. It’s easy to see him with the small but strong lights surrounding us, and the heat simmering behind his gaze is very clear.
My smile from earlier fades as the song plays on, and I’m captivated by the shift in his demeanor. His pupils are dilated and full of unadulterated lust.
The tension crackles as he moves closer to me.
“I get it.” He leans over, his lips just inches away from mine.A hand wraps around my thigh, pulling me closer to him. “You’re making fun of me for being older than you, but that’s also what you want. It turns you on to be with someone more experienced. Someone who’s not afraid to take charge.” Okay, I didn’t mean for him to interpret the song so literally, but I’m not complaining about the heat growing in my core or what’s swelling in his pants. “The song also mentions that she likes bigger dicks.”
I’m practically panting against his mouth. I try to kiss him, but he has other plans. Within a second, Grayson is on top of me, tossing the blanket aside.
“But, baby, I don’t think we need any help in that department.” His index finger tilts my chin up as our eyes remain locked, and I’m so wrapped up in his words that if he touches me, I’d come in a second. “My kisses already make you squirm, and the orgasms I give you make you fall to your fucking knees.” He presses a kiss to my neck, making my back arch. His lips move to my ear, causing me to shudder. “From the first night we met, you’ve trembled for me?—”
“And you still have yet to fuck me,” I retort. I intended it to sound harsh, but I feel his lips tilt up against my skin, and now I realize it sounded more like a compliment. “Why haven’t you fucked me yet, Grayson? I’ve all but offered myself on a silver platter.”
Grayson’s movements halt. His head rises as he grabs my face semi-aggressively, making me smile. I like it when he’s like this—as if he’s in control, but I’m the one who triggers something in him to get this way.
“You want me to fuck you tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Do you still want it hard? Because this won’t be passionate lovemaking, Emma. I’ve been waiting months to do this, so if you say yes?—”
“Fuck. Me,” I grit out.
Grayson grunts before crashing his lips onto mine. The tasteof chocolate and strawberries is strong between us, especially when our tongues touch, making us both moan. His hands are in my hair as I rake my nails down his back, which makes him groan, causing my toes to curl.
“Take this off,” I say breathlessly. I’m desperate to see him, to feel his bare skin against mine. Skin to skin after months. It’s what we’ve both wanted for that long, he said so himself.
Grayson straightens, sitting on his heels. I rise on my elbows, examining him. His sweater is off now, revealing his six-pack, illuminated only by the moon and the car lights. It’s even better than I imagined. Every single one of his muscles looks as if it were sculpted on. His arms, his chest, the V-line leading to what I’m craving to be inside of me…and a tattoo on his left pec. It appears to be a set of numbers surrounded by floating feathers.
