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“I’m good. Definitely tired, but good.” I give him a half smile as I remember the last time I was in his embrace, earlier this morning.
“Same here. I was hoping you’d still come to the library today.”
“I was hoping you’d still come too.” My voice is soft, not wanting to give away just how much he affects me.
“Always, angel. No matter what, I’ll always come for you. Nothing will keep us apart anymore.” He steps closer to me, pulling me in for a hug and resting his chin on the top of my head.
“Lya was acting strange this morning. Hell, even Rian was acting weird,” I blurt out.
Greyson tenses beneath me at the mention of their names. “Weird how?” He steps back, pulling out a chair at the table for me to sit. Accepting, I plop down in the seat, watching him take one across from me.
I was so consumed in sucking Greyson’s face that I didn’t even take time to register how good he looks this morning. He’s wearing a soft grey hoodie with the sleeves pushed up, showing off his delicious forearms. He’s matched the sweatshirt with tight, faded blue jeans that fit him perfectly. His hair is tousled, making it look like he’s just rolled out of bed, though it’s probably perfectly styled. He looks happier than he ever has.
Pulling myself back to Greyson’s question, I reply, “Well, she caught me coming in this morning and gave me the third degree. Then Rian made an offhand comment about people always watching. Plus, Lya and Zep were off doing stuff before I was even ready—it’s rare for them all not to leave at the same time, even when they drive separately, so that just felt strange.”
I hate lying to Greyson, but I’m not ready to tell him about the Harvey plan. There’s still the tiniest part of me that worries he could take the information and relay it back to Harvey.Will my trust issues ever stop me from questioning his motives?
“Well, that was a lot of information in one breath,” he jokes.
“Sorry.” I chuckle. “I tend to word vomit when I’m stressed.”
An understanding smile spreads across his handsome face. “But you’re adorable when you do it.” There he goes again, making me blush.
“So what do you want to do today? Explore the archives? Go pick up some breakfast to go and bring it back? Read a book? The possibilities are endless.” I open my arms wide, giving him a beaming smile.
“Hmm, I could go for some time in the archives. In that secluded, quiet place where no one else goes...” He wiggles his eyebrows, giving me a mischievous grin.
I can’t help but laugh. “Alright, you horndog. The archives it is.”
Honestly, not sure who is the hornier one of the both of us right now, but I’ll go for some alone time with Greyson at any time of the day. It’s extremely inappropriate and unprofessional, but the idea of having sex with Greyson in a public place is exhilarating.
We stand and Greyson extends his hand, gesturing for me to walk in front of him. He might be acting like a gentleman, but I suspect he probably just wants to look at my ass in his skirt.
He follows me down the aisle toward the secluded door to the archives. Everything around us seems to fade away.
My life is finally starting to come together. I have my Lainey back with me. I have her and I didn’t even have to drug and kidnap her.
The past couple of days have been perfect. She finally opened up to me. She let me in and didn’t push me away. I may feel like I want to rip the world apart and murder every man who ever touched her, but I’m glad that she finally trusted me enough to tell me.
My angel trusts me.
I was too rough with her last night. I shouldn’t have acted like that, but all the talk about my dad set me off. I eventually came back around, only because she managed to pull me back from the edge. She’s the reason I didn’t go off the deep end completely.
I should’ve thought about all of the things she’s been through and how they would affect her. This beautiful woman has nine years of built up trauma and I acted like another one of those assholes. I let my anger get to me without even thinking about how hard it was for her. I was just like the men I want to kill for touching Lainey. Eventually my sweet angel pushed back and demanded—like the queen she is—that I really listen to her and take her feelings into consideration.
I’m lucky she didn’t leave me right then and there.
Now all I can think about is the way her body moved under mine and the sexy moans she let out when I touched her.God, those moans of hers could make me come on the spot.I can still feel her tight little pussy clenched around my cock. It’s like it was begging for me to stay forever, making a permanent home inside her. Like a song I can’t get out of my head, I can still hear her screaming my name as I pounded into her.
Every time I think of her writhing in pleasure, squeezing me with her pussy, I get hard. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about it but I can’t stop. I want to throw her against the shelves and fuck her so hard the books become engrained in her skin.
She makes her way down the aisle toward the back of the library, where the stairs to the basement are. My eyes don’t stray from her ass in that tight black skirt. She looks so damn good today.I wonder if she wore that for me.
Let’s be honest though, that girl could do anything and I’d watch her. When she turns toward me, she must see the desire swirling in my eyes because hers quickly reflect the same.
“Greyson…”
“Angel.” I reach out and grab her wrist, twirling her so her back is against the bookshelf.
