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Once I get to my room, I shut and lock the door behind me, so that those two idiots won’t bother me. I’m still mad at them both and don’t want to see their faces for the foreseeable future. I just need some time to think and organize all my thoughts on what to do now that I’m back here.
I knew they wouldn’t leave me alone because a minute later, there’s a knock on my door, but I don’t move to open it until I hear Grayson’s voice on the other side.
“Winter, I have your bag here,” he says, and I walk over to my bedroom door and pull it open, coming face-to-face with him standing there.
“How did you even get my bag? We didn’t go back to the house,” I question him.
“While we were waiting for them to get the plane ready, we had someone bring it for us,” he tells me.
“Well, uh… thanks, I guess,” I mumble and then go to slam the door in his face. He halts me by placing his hand on the door and stopping it.
“How are you feeling?” he questions.
“How would you feel if you tried to kill yourself and didn’t succeed?”
“Wint–” he starts, but I cut him off.
“Don’t do me any favors, Gray. Don’t start acting like you care now. I absolve you of whatever guilt it is that you’re feeling right now. You can go back to not caring!” I sneer at him. “I don’t need any more fake people in my life, I have enough of those to deal with already.” I finally slam the door in his face, not waiting for a reply.
I walk over to the bed and drop my bag onto it. I run through the contents, seeing my wallet and phone inside of it. I pull the phone out and plug it in to charge since it’s dead. Once that’s done, I strip out of my clothes to take a shower.
I still feel like I’ve been hit by a bus and hopefully the shower will help me feel somewhat human again. I step into the bathroom and straight into the shower, turning it on. It only takes a second for the water to heat and then I move to stand directly under the spray. I just stand there for a few minutes and let the water beat down on my skin. I have my arms braced against the wall with my head hanging down just enjoying the quiet and peace for a moment but as usual that doesn’t last long.
“You’re not supposed to get those bandages wet,” Mason says as he steps into the shower behind me. I let out a squeak at the unexpectedness of his voice. Shit! I forgot we shared the fucking bathroom.
“I wouldn’t even have them if you weren’t intent on killing me slowly,” I whisper, not looking at him. Those words alone have my throat already clogged with emotions. “What are you doing in here?” I ask with a sigh. I have to keep my guard up around him and honestly right now, I’m exhausted. I don’t have the energy for another fight with him.
“Wanted to check on you to make sure you aren’t doing anything dumb, and oh look, you are,” he answers just as I feel his front against my back and his hands land on my waist.
“We’re not doing this again! I still hate you,” I murmur, even though his touch alone already has me feeling horny. I hate this effect he still has on me.
“The feeling’s mutual, baby,” he says with a laugh. “But how about we make a deal?”
“What deal? I’m not keen on making any deals with the devil right now,” I breathe, already wary of his intentions.
“I forgive you. But because I know how stubborn you are, we can still hate each other during the day, but in the dark of night, when no one is around to see what a slut you are for me, we get to do this. You get the honor of riding my cock as much as you want to and it’ll be our dirty little secret,” he whispers, his lips just mere inches away from my ear, and one of his hands holding on to the back of my neck.
“Are you bent or something?” I ask but he doesn’t answer.
He places a kiss at the back of my neck, and it sends a shiver down my spine, causing me to let out a little moan. I hate that I’m letting him do this to me right now. The sex on the plane was supposed to be a onetime thing, and it wasn’t supposed to happen again. At least that’s what I keep telling myself but here we are again.
After everything that happened this past weekend, I need to be selfish for a few minutes and take what I want. I hate to admit that being with him still makes me feel alive, so this is the last time I intend to use him for my pleasure and nothing else. The more times we have sex, the harder it’ll be to let go of him, and he’s already causing me so much untold pain.
Last time…
“Answer me,” he says gruffly.
“No, dickhead! Are you delusional?” I question because I just have to know.
He doesn’t answer, just spins me around and slams his lips against mine in a hungry and demanding yet brutal kiss. He continues with the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away, both of us breathing hard.
“Well then, I’ll just have to take what I want,” he tells me cockily. He kisses me again and I return it in a frenzy of lust of my own, kissing him back just as hard.
He rips his lips away from mine again and trails them down my body. He kisses my neck first, sucking the flesh there, causing me to moan out loud. He’s marking me again, though I have no idea why he’s intent on doing so. I grab his hair and pull, and he lets out a grunt before lifting his head to look me in the eyes.
I let out a gasp at the look of hunger, and it only serves to make my pussy wetter for him, but I’m not about to let him know that. But I don’t have to say anything because he already knows.
“Is your pussy hole already wet and ready for my cock?” he growls in a sexy voice. I don’t answer because how do I even form a reply right now. “Answer me! Does that slutty hole of yours need to get fucked against the shower wall?” He growls before moving to kiss his way down my stomach going all the way to my pussy.
