I'm all yours.

XIII

I feel my jaw drop. Jayden's cheating on Grayson?

Before I can say anything, Grayson clamps his hand twice towards me, telling me to give him the phone. I raise an eyebrow, curious as to what he was going to do. I hand the phone to him, and he grabs onto it. 

"Can you take a message for Jayden?" He asks. Surprisingly, I can't read him. His face is void of emotions. "Tell her to not call me anymore, we're over." He says before putting the phone down. 

I see an a look in his eyes, one that I've only seen once, years ago, when I told him we couldn't be together anymore. It was like a mix of anger and grief, a dangerous combination, destined to lead to making bad decisions. "Y/n..." he sighs, gesturing to the small space next to him on the bed. I settle beside him, facing him, eager to know as to what he wants. 

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"I need you" he whispers, before his hands slide around my waste, gripping me hard. He pushes me up in one swift motion and my knees lock around his hips, until I'm practically straddling him. He pulls my face towards his and our lips crash into each others. He adjusts himself into me, as I can feel his member pressing against my inner thigh. Our lips move in sync, only separating for gasps of air. "Grayson.." I whimper. He pulls apart, looking me deeply into my eyes. "Say that again?" he says. "Grayson..?" I manage to croak out. He smirks, pulling his bottom lip through his teeth before inching closer to my face. "One more time." he demands. "Grays-." I say. Before I could finish, our lips find their way together again, this time more passionately, until I get lost in his taste, and his smell, his touch. It's all driving me crazy. 

His hands glide down from my waist to my hips, searching for the edge of my waistband, in attempts to remove it. "Grayson..." I say, struggling to catch my breath. He pulls apart again, before saying "Say that again and see what happens..." he smirks. "No, Grayson-" I plead, my voice barely a whisper, as I try to push back the desire in me. His eyes darken with a mixture of hunger and amusement, his fingers teasingly tracing the line of my waistband.

"Are you sure you want to find out?" he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. I bite my lip, torn between the intoxicating pull of his touch and the need to resist. "No, seriously Grayson. What are we doing?" I ask, trying to distract myself. "If we do this now, we're just as bad as her." I contend. 

"I've been wanting to do bad things, for a long time now, ever since you showed up again." He confesses with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his smirk laced with rebellion. His gaze pierces through mine, igniting a fire within me that I can't seem to contain.

The room feels charged with tension as his words hang in the air, echoing the desires that have been simmering beneath the surface. His energy is magnetic, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

"Now I have no reason to control myself," he adds, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. With a daring flick of his fingers, he brushes a lock of hair away from my face, his touch igniting a trail of sensation wherever it goes.

But before I can respond, his lips crash onto mine, silencing any protests I might have had. I  realise that I am completely at his mercy in that moment, I surrender to the irresistible allure of his embrace, losing myself in the passion that consumes us.

Our lips continue navigating each other, as his grip tightens around my waist, but my mind can't help but wander elsewhere. With every shred of dignity I can muster up, I pull apart from him once again. "I can't do this..." I murmur. His sigh betrays his disappointment, awaiting my next excuse. "What if the doctors walk in... or if you get hurt again?" I voice my concerns. "You just got out of surgery... I don't know if you're ready for this," I reason, my worry evident in my tone.

"Y/n, I'm fine," he reassures, his voice steady. "Besides, I can see that I'm working just fine down there," he adds with a playful smirk. I glance down and notice him, feel him, undeniably stiff and throbbing against me, but creases of worry stilly mark my forehead.

"Listen, if you don't want to do this... say the word," he urges, his gaze searching mine. "You just have to tell me you don't want it, that you don't want me to do the things I'm about to do to you."

His grip tightens around my waist, pulling me closer, the heat of his desire searing through me. Every touch sends shivers of pleasure coursing through my veins, awakening a need that urges to be satiated.

"Say it." he practically growls.

I pull closer. "I want you" I murmur against his lips. "I want to feel you, all of you."

To be continued...