Page 39 of All Out of Love

She nearly fell doing it, but she held on. He was half-awake and still half-asleep as she placed his arm around her neck and placed her arm around his waist and eased him into walking with her to his bedroom.

When they made it to the bed, she laid him down on his satin sheets, and he was asleep again almost immediately. She removed his shoes and his socks. She felt the leather inside those shoes. They were high quality no doubt about that. Then she removed his belt. She also wanted to remove his pants so that he could be fully comfortable. So she went for it.

But trying to get his pants down over his butt when he was laying on his butt was a challenge. But she kept at it as he was snoring away until she gave it her hardest pull yet and his pants pulled down. But she pulled so hard that she pulled down his boxer shorts right along with his pants. And suddenly his big, juicy, meaty penis came popping out of those same boxer shorts like a surprise. Even asleep it was huge. And just as it popped out, Grayson woke up quickly and leaned up. Confused. Toya was mortified.

“What’s happening?” he asked her.

“I didn’t mean to pull down your boxer’s.” She was gravely distressed. “I was trying to make you comfortable.”

Grayson frowned. “What?” He had no clue what she was talking about.

“I was trying to undress you, not all the way, but enough to make you comfortable.”

It was then did he realize his clothes were down around his knees and his penis was poking out. He also could see that it was freaking Toya out.

“You fell asleep in the chair and you looked so tired so I didn’t want to leave you sleeping in a chair. And I didn’t want to wake you up because you were sleeping so peacefully. But I knew you needed your rest. So I got you in bed and all I was trying to do was take off your pants so you could be more relaxed, but your boxer shorts came down too. I didn’t mean—”

He grabbed her hand as she was trying to grab the bedding to cover him. “Latoya, it’s okay. It’s alright.”

“I wasn’t trying to---”

“I know you weren’t. It’s okay.” He was wide awake now. But the distress on her face worried him. “Come here,” he said to her and she moved closer to the head of his bed. He took his pants and his boxer’s completely off and tossed them aside. Then he easily lifted her on top of him.

“I am so sorry, Gracie. I was just trying---”

He placed his finger over her mouth. “I told you it’s okay. I know exactly what you were trying to do. You were trying to remove my pants so that I could be more comfortable in bed. Which is exactly true.” Then he took his dress shirt and t-shirt and pulled them off over his head and tossed them aside as well. “Now I’m completely comfortable. This is how I sleep every night. I’m good, Latoya. Okay?”

She was so overwhelmed by her mistake that she didn’t realize he had gotten completely naked. It wasn’t until he placed his large hand inside her shorts and began massaging her butt did she realize what was happening.

And then she felt everything.

The hairs on his chest.

His cold hand on her butt.

His naked penis rubbing against her thighs. She felt it all. And all it felt good.

“It’s okay,” he said again when he saw her realization of the position he’d just put her in. But it wasn’t planned. It wasn’t rehearsed. It was natural. And he was going all the way.

But he stared at her for several seconds. He knew his decision was going to affect her far more than it was going to affect him. She wasn’t a one and done kind of girl. He knew that the moment he laid eyes on her. He wasn’t a one and done kind of man, either, but he was the next thing to it: No commitments. No excuses when he bounced. And he always bounced. Why would he put her through his natural instinct to always leave?

Because he wasn’t sure if he’d leave her. That was his dilemma. Did he feel so compelled to help her out of lust, or did he actually love this girl out of all the girls he’d ever been with?

But how could it be possible? How could he be in love with anybody so quickly? It hadn’t been a full three months since he’d first met her, and it wasn’t as if they saw each other every day, or even every week, in those three months.

But there he was: Lying naked in his bed with her on top of him. Taking his finger and slanting her wavy black perfumed hair out of her beautiful black face. Rubbing her soft hair the way he was still, with his other hand, rubbing her firm, sultry butt. He couldn’t say in that moment if it was love, but it was something so deep that he felt compelled to be with her. To do for her. To protect her at all cost. Including forcing his father to do something he would never do voluntarily. But he always got his father out of life-changing jams. His father was going to get Latoya out of her major jam too.

Or would he?

His father could be volatile and unpredictable. That was always the danger whenever he made demands on his father. But Grayson knew all his father’s secrets. He could be volatile too.

But as he continued to stare at Latoya and she continued to look at him with such sympathetic eyes that his heart melted for her, he suddenly had a thought that he didn’t realize he had verbalized until he had blurted it out: “I’ll do anything for you,” he said to her.

He looked alarmed when he realized those extremely private words had escaped his extremely private thoughts, and had been spoken out loud. Even Latoya looked alarmed.

He expected her to say oh Grayson with that hero-worship tone of some schoolgirl being notified that her crush likes her too, and she would just be overjoyed.

But Latoya never ran in the land of what everybody else would do. She was her own woman. Which he adored. She, instead, asked the more pertinent question. “Why, Gracie? Why would you do anything for me? You don’t even know me like that. Make it make sense.”