Page 98 of Lessons In Grey
November 5th, 2021
Ijerked awake to the sound of my ringing cellphone.
“Fuck,” I muttered, looking down at Emily who was sleeping soundly beside me.
She was still laying on my arm, curled up against me, such peace across her beautiful features that I wanted to stay here. I didn’t want to move an inch, but if I didn’t get my phone, she would wake up, and I couldn’t have that. Not tonight.
So, I carefully pulled my arm out from under her, holding my breath and stilling when she adjusted herself, pulling the blankets up to her chin, curling her legs inward.
When I was sure she was settled, I pushed back the blanket and stood, still completely naked, my cock already erect. I would have glared at it, but I couldn’t. It had every reason to be ready for another around,especiallyafter what had happened lastnight.
She had squirted all over me. Drenched me in her cum. Fuck, even thinking about it made my cock twitch with hunger. God, I would give up anything in the world to make her do it again.
I rolled my shoulders and headed into the room that was still drenched in the scent of our sex. My ties were still loosely tied to the bedframe, the covers all in disarray. I would have to get them dry-cleaned for her. I made the mess, might as well pay for it.
I smiled at the scene before me as I made my way to my pants and pulled out my cellphone, my smile falling away when I saw the name.
My brows furrowed as I hit answer, checking the time before I put the phone to my ear. “Everett? It’s 3am, why are you calling me this late?”
“Azrael disappeared again, Malachi is out looking for him, he told me to let everyone know.”
I grasped the bridge of my nose, groaning. Not again. “What happened?”
“I don’t know, Greyson, he caught wind of something and left. Jack can’t get a trace on him. He pulled out $100,000 and left, dumped his car along with his cell. He’s in the wind.”
I groaned, running my hand back through my hair. “Fuck. What do you need me to do?”
“Keep an eye and ear out. We all come to you when we’re in trouble, so Malachi and Beckett are hoping he will too.”
“What does Beckett have to say about it?”
“He’s angry, of course he’s angry.”
He had vouched for us, so every time Azrael went off the deep end, Beckett took it personally. “Alright, I’ll keep my eye out for him and let you know what I hear.” I glanced back towards the cracked bedroom door, my heart already thumping.
I walked up to it slowly, opening it a bit more so the light from the room didn’t wake her.
She was snoring softly, her line of drool dripping from hermouth onto her pillow, her hair spread everywhere. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Greyson?”
“Hmm?” I asked, watching as she stretched, groaning lazily. Fuck.
“How are you doing? Malachi said you were having troubles.”
“I’m fine,” I said quickly, my cock aching to be inside of her again. “I’ll call you if I hear anything.” I hung up, silencing my phone as I flipped off the light. I quietly walked over, setting the phone on the couch, taking her in in all of her beauty.
Beautiful porcelain skin, glowing in the bath of the twinkling lights she had hung yesterday. Her exposed chest rising and falling gently, her nipples pebbled as if waiting for me to taste them.
God, I needed her.
I needed her more than I needed air.
I fell to my knees beside her and slid under the blankets. I slid my hand over her bare stomach, pulling a soft moan from her lips, her stomach contracting under my touch. With ease, I pulled her against me, pressing myself into her, brushing the hair away from her pretty little neck and kissing just under her ear.
Emily released a breath, moving against me, pressing herself into my chest. “Grey?” she mumbled.
“Hey, baby,” I whispered into her ear.