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He turned on the chair, pulling me to stand between his parted thighs. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing my name on your lips, Ivy. I don’t know how I’m ever going to walk away from you when this month is over.”
Sadness flashed across his face. I bent down to find his lips, silencing his emotions with a long, slow kiss, my curls falling around us both.
“Don’t do that, Grayson,” I murmured against his lips. “We have weeks left together. Don’t overthink it and spoil what we have now.”
He nodded, wrapping his hand around the nape of my neck, burying his fingers in my hair. He pulled my mouth back to his with such force I fell into his lap, feeling his hard cock pressing into me.
“You wanna make out for a while, firefly?”
I nodded with a smile. We’d not done anything on our own. We’d been so happy as a three for the last two weeks, but Ethan was still out cold upstairs after Grayson and I worshiped his body last night.
“Let’s move this somewhere a little comfier,” he suggested, scooping me up, before pushing himself up from the dining chair like I weighed nothing. He carried me to the living room, sitting on the oversized love seat, securing my knees on either side of his hips, so my soft folds rubbed over where his erection tented his sweats.
“Do you know I’ve never really made out with a girl?”
I frowned at him as I teased my fingers down his chest, feeling the wall of muscle beneath his warm skin.
“What do you mean?”
“It sounds like I’m a massive douche, but I was in a band from about fourteen, and by sixteen, we were playing all over the place. I didn’t have to really work for a girl’s attention. My first… you know, experience with a girl was backstage at a gig. She was twenty-two. I was sixteen, and she just dropped to her knees and gave me a blowjob. I’ve never spent time touching a woman just because I want to feel her react to my touch or to bring her to the edge. I’ve never had the time to do that. Sex for me has always been about something I give. People want me because I’m in a band. I needed them for the release. It became an exchange. Of course, I got them off, but with you… with Ethan, I want more. I want to know every inch of your skin, what makes you react, what makes you tingle, and what makes your groans grow louder. Is it wrong that all I want to do right now is push my hands into your hair, bury my face in your breasts, and have you rub yourself across my cock until I come in my pants like some horny teenager?”
I stared at him, loving his honesty, but hating how much being in the band had stolen from him. I wanted to give him the world. “No. Nothing you want is wrong. I can’t believe you’ve never just made out with a girl. Let me show you how much fun you can have with your clothes on.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him, and he laughed before he pulled my t-shirt over my head and unfastened my bra, throwing them both to the floor.
“Your breasts are possibly the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Them and your hair. Sometimes I swear you’re a witch because you enchant me.”
“You’ve been around Eth too much, Grayson. Your mouth is almost as smooth as his. Now come here and let me make you explode in your boxers.”
“I’m not wearing any boxers, firefly.” He winked at me before keeping his promise, burying his fingers in my hair while we explored each other until our lips swelled and we both came hard from the friction of my legging covered folds dry humping his swollen cock, still hidden beneath his joggers.
Chapter 8
Ethan
IheardGray’sraisedvoice coming from upstairs. He’d been up there a while on a call to his therapist, as he did every week, but this didn’t sound like he was talking to her.
His voice grew louder, and I decided to go and check if he was okay.
“I don’t fucking care, Addi. I don’t need to tell you where I am, and I don’t need to explain myself to the press. I’m having some time off. Time off, you agreed to. I don’t care if they think I’m in rehab or I’ve fallen off the planet. It’s none of their business. Just handle it. Make the stories go away. I thought you were going to threaten him. Yes, I made out with him, and yes, I had sex with him, but it was totally consensual, and it was only the once. The rest of this is bullshit, and I need you to shut it all down.”
I rapped lightly on the door to the guest bedroom before pushing it open, finding Gray pacing up and down, yelling into his phone, pulling his fingers through his hair as he talked. He turned and looked at me, a small sad smile spreading across his lips as he shrugged at me.
“Look, Addi, all you need to know is that I’m somewhere safe. I’m happy and my OCD is under control. You don’t need to know anything else. And the press sure as hell doesn’t need to know. I’ll be back in ten days as we agreed and things will go back to normal, but for now, I just need you to back off and sort this shit.”
He was silent for a minute, obviously listening to his manager speak.
“Okay, you can have a quote. I am not in rehab for my alleged sex addiction or to deal with the trauma of my hidden sexuality.” There was another pause, and he laughed at whatever she’d said. “Addi, if I was in rehab, I would tell you. I promise.”
She must be speaking again as he went quiet. “Okay. I’ll see you soon.”
Hanging up the phone, he threw it on the bed.
“I only turned it on to video call my therapist, and Addison was blowing it with calls and messages. Apparently, Gabe has released more stories about me and other men have come forward saying I seduced them, too. The press has decided my sudden disappearance is related and I must be in rehab because of my ‘shameful sex addiction.’ Fuck, why can’t I just make music but not be in the public eye? God, I need a shower. I need to wash all this crap off me. I feel dirty.”
I watched him rub the skin on his arms as if he was trying to scratch an itch that kept moving beyond his reach.
“Not a good idea, Gray.”
He looked up at me and shrugged before he slumped down on the bed, looking defeated.
