Greyson

Chapter Five

Somehow, I had managed to wake up in my own bed this morning and I'm not going to lie, I had no bloody recollection of how I got home. I woke up to an empty bed. 

Part of me wished Grey was there but now the alcohol was gone, I immediately regretted that thought. 

Charlie. 

It was at that point that I made the decision to never touch alcohol again while in the company of Grey, it was too dangerous. I winced at my behaviour. The fact I almost through away a year long relationship with a man who was so loving and attentive. I could never hurt him like that, the thought brought me pain. I loved Charlie. 

"Good morning sunshine!" Jase said to loudly as he walked through the door and into the kitchen, I groaned holding my hand to my head. 

"Please shut up." I begged. 

I was currently sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, holding a piping hot coffee and nursing the hangover from hell. 

I was in no mood for efforts today and it showed. I showered this morning, scrubbing the make up from my face that was left over from last night. I quickly dried my hair and placed it into a high bun, the thought of taking it out and releasing my unruly curls wasn't appeasing. 

I pulled out black cropped yoga pants, a pink oversized hoodie and laced up my converse. This was my effort made for today. 

"Ohhh that bad huh?" Jase smiled, closing the door to the fridge and gulping on some orange juice more loudly than I would like. 

"How did I get home?" I asked, removing my hands from my head and lifting my coffee up to my lips. Please save me. 

"Me." I turned to the door coming eye to eye with Grey, my coffee cup almost tumbled from my hands as I choked on my sip. 

"Oh." I replied between coughing fits. 

It's 8am. Giving him a once over I was envious, he was bright eyed and bushy tailed. He was wearing black slim fit jeans that had rips on his thighs, showcasing the muscular skin beneath. His converse were gone and he now supported a set of black boots, a white long sleeved top covered up his ink but hugged every single last muscle. 

I put my head in my hands feeling the blood rushing to it, f*****g great. 

"Your looking pleasant this morning Ems." He added with a smirk, I glared at him and his beautiful face. 

"I don't feel pleasant." I replied with a groan taking another sip of my coffee. 

"Here you forgot this last night." He continued to smirk, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small piece of paper. "That's if you still want it of course?" He asked placing the paper down in front of me, curious I leaned over and looked at it. 

Lightning Cocktail Recipe. 

"Ugh!" I groaned pushing it away, "get it away from me." The feeling of sick rising to my throat at the thought of a cocktail. 

"Thanks for bringing her home last night Grey." My brother thanked him with a smile, I watched as Grey gave him a small smile in return. It never once reached his eyes. 

"I didn't do it for you so there's nothing to thank me for." He replied, "You need to stay away from alcohol Angel." The heated look was in his eyes again, owning me and branding me to the door. 

Angel. 

"Even still thank you." Jase replied before looking down to his wrist and checking the time on his watch, "Grey grab a coffee if you like, I'm just going to quickly shower." I snapped my eyes upto Jase, silently pleading with him not to leave me alone with Grey. 

He took no interest. Asshole. 

"You know you talk in your sleep right?" Grey spoke up with a smirk, leaning across the kitchen island so he was directly in-front of me. He smelt devine. 

"I do?" I asked with a small laugh before wincing at the pain in my head, he noticed. 

Retreating away he searched the cupboards, pulling out some aspirin and filling a glass with water. He returned moments later, placing the aspirin in front of me and removing my delicious cup of coffee with water. 

"Drink." He demanded and I pouted. 

"My coffee." I whined like a three year old child, his eyes locked to my pouted lips. 

"Stop pouting." He breathed out, "Hangovers are caused by dehydration beautiful, coffee doesn't help with that. Drink." I rolled my eyes lifting the aspirin to my mouth and the glass to my lips, swallowing once, twice and done. 

He was watching me intensely, his hands holding onto the edge of the unit. His knuckles had turned white. Maybe he was still angry about last night? 

"What?" I asked leaning my head back and taking another sip of my water. 

He didn't answer and instead looked in the direction of my chest before his eyes looked down to the work top closed. He looked like he was fighting a demon. 

"Did I spill coffee down me?" I asked looking down to my hoody, holding it out for any signs of it. 

"No." He almost growled out, my eyes snapped to his. A heated explosion swirling in them, "your not wearing a bra Ems." I looked down to my chest, redness tinting my cheeks. 

"Oh." I quietly concluded. 

He walked around the kitchen like a predator stalking it's prey. His eyes never shifted from mines, I turned in my chair to face him hating the automatic reaction my body had to him. His hands found my waist, pulling me forward with such a force, I almost fell to the ground on my ass. 

Luckily he caught me and my ass didn't grace the floor, it now graced the kitchen worktop that he placed me on effortlessly. He nestled between my legs, his mouth going to my neck below my ear. I was too shocked to stop him and the wetness that I felt between my legs was enough to confirm that even if I was in the right state of mind, I still wouldn't stop him. 

"Your little buds are hard Angel." He whispered huskily against my neck. 

I felt him slip his hands underneath the material of my hoodie, the coldness of his hands causing goosebumps to form across my skin and the tingles causing a deep pull in my stomach. 

"Are they like this for me?" He demanded to know, in a voice that only I would hear. I couldn't reply, every thought in my mind was rushing to the sensation of his hands so near my delicate skin. 

When I didn't answer, his hands moved higher. His large hands cupping my breasts. His thumbs took place on my buds, rolling them back and forth. I pushed my head forward into his chest, leaning against it and an involuntary moan escaped my lips. 

He continued to caress me, the wetness between my legs had now became a burning fire.

"Tell me what you want baby?" He whispered, his mouth teasing my neck but never once placing his lips against my skin. 

"Grey." I moaned out in a rush causing a small snicker to play on his lips, tickling a sensitive spot by my ear. 

"Just admit it...admit what I asked you to admit last night." Admit that you want me. 

I wanted to in that moment so f*****g bad but I couldn't, I couldn't hurt Charlie. 

"No." I breathed out, my body becoming more sensitive to his touch causing a growl like sound to come from his lips in frustration. 

I made a noise somewhere between a moan and squeal as I felt his pointer finger and thumb roll against my n*****s with pressure. 

"You know what I think?" It wasn't a question, "I think that you want me as much as I want you. I think that if your brother wasn't upstairs at this very moment, you would have asked me to take you to bed." He concluded, applying more and more pressure to my sensitive buds. My core was now beyond the stage of throbbing. 

"I think you would have taken off your clothes more than willingly, I would have ripped your panties from you and I would have made you watch." He growled out, pushing back so my forehead now rested against his as the assault continued, "I would have made you watch...looking at me with those brown doe eyes as I ate your little p***y to heaven and back, I think you would have came undone.. an orgasm tearing through you like nothing you've ever experienced before and then and only then, when your screaming my name from your sexy little mouth would I stick my d**k in your tight little pussy." He told me huskily, his fingers applying more friction against my n*****s as the lower half of my body tightened near to the point of explosion. 

"I think at that point Angel, you would have milked my d**k as I pounded you so hard that you would see the stars...coming over and over again." I moaned, feeling my whole core tighten. "I think right now your ready to c*m, so ask me baby...ask me for permission." My breath had long since left left me, his hands continuing there assault, my core at this point was a wet mess. 

"Grey." I moaned, "Please." I breathed out in a rush feeling myself about to tip over an edge. 

"Open your eyes Angel, I want to see you." I opened my eyes, locking with his. Nothing else in life mattered as this moment. It was just me and him, the world around us had stopped. 

"Grey..I can't." I moaned keeping my eyes locked on him with everything in me, his hand reached down while the other continued rubbing my hard nub. 

"c*m for me baby." He growled out, his hand finding my c**t and rubbing hard. 

On demand my body entered a state of euphoria, I couldn't even moan. No words or sounds escaped my lips because I couldn't find the breath to push them out. My thighs clenched, my entire body tightened and shook uncontrollably. 

His hand moved from my breast, pulling it out quickly and pressing it against my mouth as a moan tore through me...keeping me hushed. He continued to rub my c**t in delicious circles and before I knew it, I was coming again grasping his top in my hands and biting down on his finger hard. 

He stopped, allowing me to rest my head against his chest while I got my breath back. Tears lined my eyes. 

"I shouldn't have...I.." Grey retreated away, quickly washing his hands and drying before head back to me. 

"Emily look at me." I did. I looked as he lifted his hands, wiping the tears that had lined my cheeks. 

"I just...you and I, we I mean.." He quietened me, placing a finger to my lips. 

"Think." He whispered against my cheek, his arms around my waist holding me tight to him. "Think before speaking baby, breathe." He demanded and I did, I let out a deep breath...inhale, exhale, inhale and exhale. 

"I shouldn't have...Charlie." I sobbed thinking about what my actions had just cost me. 

In the space of 10 minutes, I had broken my sweet Charlie's heart. Took his trust and stomped on it like it meant nothing to me, took our memories and lit them with a flame turning them to ash. 

Grey tensed, pulling away from me and leaned himself casually against the worktop across from me. 

"f**k Charlie." He growled out, jaw clenched and muscled tensed. He was pissed. 

"Grey you have to understand he.."

"Why can't you admit it Emily?" He snapped out, "You want me as much as I want you." He seethed, his restraint slipping. 

"No you don't under.." 

"I understand, trust me I f*****g understand." He crossed back toward me, taking the place he stood in just moments prior. "What just happened baby...it was raw and real. You know as well as I do that this is only the beginning." He told me lifting my chin up to look at him, "Tell me what you want Angel?" I shook my head, my eyes lining with tears yet again. 

I couldn't. 

"Has Charlie ever made you c*m like I just did?" He asked looking wild, his distaste for Charlie showing. 

"I don't want to hurt him Grey." I told him truthfully, looking up as his eyes softened. 

"Then tell him baby." He encouraged, "Tell him the truth...tell him that your mine." He swiftly kissed my cheek, "Call him now and tell him." He demanded, pulling my phone from my pocket. I looked and grasped onto instantly. I couldn't. 

"No." I told him, I couldn't break his heart this way. I would own up to my actions but I wouldn't do it across the phone, I needed to tell him face to face. He deserved that much. 

"Are you still going to him tomorrow?" Grey asked me, standing back with a bitter tone lacing his voice. 

I couldn't speak, I felt ashamed. 

I looked to Grey, who was currently running his hands through his hair in frustration. He wanted me. If Charlie wasn't in the picture, I would have accepted his invitation and crashed into him. He was everything that I had ever wanted and I'd be lying if I said that he wasn't what I always wanted. 

The thought of me being his and him being mine, blew my mind. I dreamed of this day plenty times before, I wanted him to tell me that he was mines and the thought of him touching me...gave me the pleasure I needed before his touch graced my skin.  

I wanted him truly, deeply and madly. 

But the sensible me noted the risks. If this thing doesn't work out between us, whatever this is, my brother will lose a friend. My parents losing someone they see as a son, our family's friendship broken. 

All because of me. 

I wasn't in a position to do that, I didn't have the heart to do that. I didn't want them to be as heartbroken as me if this didn't turn out well. It was way to risky. He tours for half the year, he's constantly on the go with gorgeous girls hanging from his neck throwing themselves at him. 

Even now after the intimate moment we shared together, the thought of another woman touching him made me feel physically sick. 

Slowly, I nodded. I had to go to New York. I had to tell Charlie what I had done, the thought of him hurting because of me was painful. 

"Un-f*****g believable!" He put his hands in the air, he was defeated and I hated that I did that to him but the situation was complicated. 

Gathering myself together, I climbed down from the work top, my legs resembling jello as they hit the floor. I looked to him and he looked to me, his eyes were burning and he was livid. 

"Grey you ready bro?!" Jase shouted as he started to walk down the stairs, I turned the noise of him with a wince. 

"Yeah...I'm coming." Grey replied not looking at me once as he retreated out the door to my brother who was awaiting him. 

"See you later Ems." Jase waved opening the door as Grey stormed out, I couldn't reply anything back but wave.