Rebound:Curvy Seduction Saga – Book One(11)

       
           



       

He wiped softly, my skin was more tender than I knew. This was a whole  new level of care and I could get used it. Once I was clean and dried,  he pulled the covers over me and rested on his side, curling around me.

"You're fucking beautiful when you come. You're beautiful altogether."

"You're sweet." I yawned and closed my eyes.

"I don't suppose I could steal you away from your boy-" he paused,  obviously remembering my reprimand from earlier about what Gray and I  were to each other, "from Gray?"

"Thank you for tucking her in. I can take it from here." Gray appeared  at the door. His clothes were back in order and except for a fierce  gleam in his eyes and mussed hair, no one would guess he'd given two  shits about what we'd all done tonight.

I kissed Hawk softly on the lips and whispered, "I'm not his to steal, but still."

He smiled ruefully. "Yeah, I didn't think so."

Gray cleared his throat and crossed the room. "I've got a car waiting downstairs for you."

"Well, that's my wham bam thank you ma'am cue to get out of here, doll.  I'll leave my card on the kitchen counter. Call me if you want to do  this again... or if you don't and just want to get away from your  Neanderthal."

He returned my kiss, sneaking his tongue across my lips. I smiled, but didn't let him in.

I had every intention of watching the interaction between Hawk and  Grayson. The next thing I knew, the scent of coffee and chicharonnes  filled my nose and I opened my eyes to the morning light.

I was still naked under the covers, so I pulled the top sheet off and  wrapped it around myself. I probably looked like the heroine in a romcom  movie padding down the hall to have that awkward morning-after  conversation.

Gray had lots of framed art lining the walls that I sure as shinola  hadn't noticed last night. It was quite the collection. I recognized  some up and coming artists and one quite famous one. Each was preserved  under thick glass. I caught my reflection in each as I walked past.

That couldn't be me. I was a frumpy, mousy thing. Except not this  morning. My skin glowed rosy, my eyes were dark and full of sparkle, and  híjole, best sex hair ever.

I was transformed. But not only on the outside. That just took me by surprise.

Something new burned inside me that had elements of intrinsic self-worth, confidence, and rebirth.

It would take time to throw off all the old fears and negative core  beliefs that had been ground into me, but having crazy-ass ménage sex,  on film, was a damn good way to start.

I found Gray in his kitchen making breakfast. I sat down at the counter  and watched him. I hadn't made a sound, but he knew I was there and slid  a cup of sweet and creamy coffee in front of me.

"We should-" I began the morning after speech about having to talk about  it but was cut off by a spatula held up like a stop sign.

"We'll talk. But after you eat." He pulled two plates out of the oven  and plopped eggs onto them, followed by the chicharonnes. One plate he  set in front of me and the other at the seat next to me.

My stomach growled. I wasn't about to say no to food. We tucked in and I snuck glances at him, waiting for the right moment.

"Gray-" I started again, only to be cut off by his finger on my lips.

"Angel, look. You were amazing last night. It killed me, but you were so  damn perfect in your exploration of that darker side of yourself. I  hope you got what you were looking for."

He thought I was perfect? "I think I did."

"Good. You should continue to explore what you want from life, from men."

"I've been thinking a lot about that. About you."

"I know. But when you come to me, I want you to be you. The real you.  Not the Stepford Barbie rich bitch, but the smart, savvy, sexual woman  you were meant to be."

That wasn't me. How could he see any of those things in me? I hadn't  gone to college, my father wouldn't let me step foot in the real estate  offices, and hadn't I just proven I was learning about my true sexual  nature? I'd fought to live up to society's ideals of me, and now I had  to work to be what Grayson wanted.

I couldn't do it, wouldn't. "I'm not any of those things."

"You've never given yourself a chance to be."

It grated that he was right. Hadn't I just resolved not five minutes ago  that I was a new woman? Gray's assessment was the first challenge to  that and here I was backing away.

"I am changing, discovering what I want and what I don't. But I already  know I want you in my life." In my bed. I left that part unsaid. He  knew.                       
       
           



       

We both knew he would be there someday. He said I was the one who needed  to grow and find my true self, but there was something else behind  those words. Something he didn't want me to see about him.

He reached for my face but withdrew his hand. "I can't be what you want."

He was hiding something from me and wrapping it in a disguise. I knew  him, though, and I'd figure it out. Pushing him wouldn't get me any  closer to him. So for now, I'd let it go.

"Maybe not yet, and maybe we need some time to figure out the next step. We don't have to be in a hurry."

I set down my fork and slipped off the barstool. Back in the room, I  perused Gray's closet and stole a t-shirt and soft black sweater. My  other clothes were folded and laid on a chair nearby, minus my panties.  They were probably shredded, anyway. I had lots more at home.

We rode down the elevator in silence, but Gray stood closer to me than  usual. When we walked out and through the lobby, he placed his hand on  the small of my back and guided me, protecting me.

He took my hand and helped me into a town car. No driver today. Gray would take me home this morning.

He didn't say anything and he didn't give me a look. He was back to  unreadable, except for his gentle and casual touches. There was a bottle  of water on the seat and my phone.

In the light of morning and our conversation, I wanted to avoid  reflecting on the night. I couldn't think about the guys. I definitely  couldn't think about the way Grayson had come, his hand thrusting, while  my body pulsed and exploded.

My phone rang, and it was exactly the distraction I needed. I answered  without even looking to see who was on the other end of the line.

"Angie, please, let's talk about this."

Marc. I'd never noticed the annoying whine to his voice before, but this morning, it was apparent enough to give me a headache.

"There's nothing to talk about, Sparky." He hated when I called him the nickname Gray had for him.

What hurt the most wasn't Marc's betrayal. All men had a little  something going on the side, it was the reality of marrying a rich white  guy. They thought they owned the world, and that included all the women  in it. I had been prepared to learn about other women. What pissed me  off was that I'd practically begged Marc to do to me what he had been  doing to Mindy.

I'd suggested we spice up our sex life and he'd been disgusted. Hadn't  even finished our love making. He'd gone into the bathroom and jacked  off instead. Fucking bastard.

"If your shit isn't out of the house by the time I get home in, oh, a  half an hour... I'm burning it." Mmm. A warm fire did sound nice.

"Where were you last night, Angie?" That cranky I-own-you-voice was coming back.

I never should have let him think he was better than me in the first  place. Never again. "Not that it's any of your business, but I went  out."

"All night? With who? I hope you had Grayson with you."

I had Gray all right.

"Yes, I had Grayson." But not the way I wanted to.

"Ange, come home. Let's talk."

I hated when he called me that. Not a chance. "Fuck you, Marc."

"Watch your language."

Or what?

"I don't think so, asshole. Get out of my fucking house, stop dicking around with my friends, and go fucking fuck yourself."

Not a super creative bit of cursing, but I was out of practice. I'd work on that.

"What in the hell has gotten into you?" Marc's whine was getting higher in pitch with each question.

"Que te folle un pez." I hung up. I clicked through a few keys, found  exactly what I was looking for, and sent my final message to Marc and  then blocked his number.

"Did I just hear you to tell Marc to get fucked by a fish?" The smile  that had been missing all morning from Gray's face came back.

"Something like that." I laughed.

A few minutes later Grayson's phone rang. I scooted forward to the front  of the car and had to cover my mouth to keep from bursting out  laughing. Gray had the phone held away from his ear, so we could both  hear that same damn whiny tone Marc used to yell.

He let it go on for about thirty seconds before he, too, hung up. "You really sent him a clip of the video of last night?"