by Megan Noelle
He moved his face closer to my neck, and slowly guided his nose to the sensitive spot behind my ear. My neck fell back to his shoulder giving him an unguarded access to my skin. Tenderly his lips slid against my trembling skin, placing only a single kiss at the base of my throat.
My body ached for more but the last shred of restraint I had told me I needed to stop. His arms wrapped around my waist, sealing my back against his chest.
“We can’t…” I muttered.
Stefan twisted me around to face him. The blazing fire in his eyes made my core quiver.
“We’re friends…I’m engaged.”
He pressed his body against mine, pinning me against the counter. His hooded eyes filled with the same desires that pooled in my center.
“Don’t play dumb, Greyson Rose. We can never just be friends. Every single time I’m near you I want to pin you beneath me and feel your body shake with mine. Every touch we have reminds me of everything we had, and I want it back. I don’t care that you’re engaged. You were mine first, Greyson Rose.”
His dough covered hands moved from my hips, under my shirt and locked around my bare waist. Stefan’s hands were rough but gentle, calloused and smoothed and my fight to remain faithful floundered.
“Stefan…”
He brought his lips down to mine, but stopped before our mouths could touch.
“Whatever you want to say won’t change the facts. You will always be mine, Greyson Rose. Now just…” He brushed our noses together, and backed away a few painful inches. “Just give in to me, baby. Stop fighting it.”
That was it. My arms flew around his neck and my needy lips took the kiss he had deprived me of. His hand fanned out against my hip while the other moved to my ass, forcing our bodies together. Sensation took over thought and reason. His tongue moving with mine, his muscles flexing beneath my hands, and my body’s merciless need to have him. Now.
Backing away I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. Wasting no time, he pulled it the rest of the way off and my eyes caressed the godly figure in front of me. Rock hard abs, those unbelievably delicious sex lines. I only stopped gazing because I had to taste him. My tongue traced the lines of his pecks and my lips kissed the skin over his heart. His chest deflated with a satisfied sigh as my nails traced lightly along the muscles of his stomach. My lips worked their way from his heart to the base of his throat, twirling patterns with my tongue. The taste of his skin was heavenly and I couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck!” Stefan growled out and suddenly my thighs were in his hands, as I was lifted into his arms.
Our mouths met again as he carried us away. My fingers locked in his hair and the only thought on my mind was that this was my Stefan. When I finally tore my mouth from his body I realized he had walked us into his massive bathroom and didn’t stop until we were in his marble shower. Without setting me down he turned the silver lever and from both ends of the shower hot water poured down on us.
Sealing another kiss over mine, he lowered me to my feet. As the water rained down we never broke eye contact, and my hands remained on his chest. We panted heavily, trying to catch our breath while we stared, ready for more. His fingers wrapped around the bottom of my shirt and painfully slow he lifted it over my head. Dropping it onto the shower floor his eyes focused on the lacy black bra. Without warning he leaned in, placing chaste kisses along the top of my chest. I loved the sweet touches but right now, I needed more.
My hands moved to his belt as I unsuccessfully tried to undo it. In one swift move Stefan reached down and had it off before his attention was focused on removing my bra. His jeans and my lacy lingerie met the shower floor at the same time. As I extended my hand for his throbbing length, his mouth covered my nipple. I stroked as he swirled his tongue, sucked, and nibbled. My body was already twisting with a fervent need for Stefan to take me to release. My toes curled, my chest heaved in and out, and the sensitive spot between my legs grew desperate.
“Stefan…please.”
His mouth backed away from my chest, while his fingers trailed lightly down the middle of my stomach before settling at the top of my shorts.
“Tell me you want this, Grey.”
“I want this, Stefan. Please!” I begged.
He unbuttoned the top, leisurely tracing his finger along the bottom of my stomach.
“Tell me you need it.” Sluggishly he unzipped the shorts and carefully tugged them to the floor.
“So badly…I need you so badly, Stef!”
His fingers rubbed my swollen lips making me inhale so hard my lungs burned. I rolled my head back, bracing my hands against his arms for support. The soft feel of his lips brushed against my neck making a pent up moan erupt from my chest.
“Oh baby…you are so beautiful. I’ve fucking missed you so much.” His words added to the heightening pleasure and as he inserted his fingers, rubbing my clit, I came hard. My body shook as my nails sunk into his skin. I wasn’t sure how much begging I would be able to handle as I cried out. But I didn’t need to. Watching me unravel under his touch was all it took for him to hold me against the wall and finally thrust deep into my burning sex.
We screamed out together and before I could catch my breath he was moving in and out. My insides clenched around him, my legs tightened their hold and our bodies moved together. Panting, thrusting, kissing, it was passionate and so unbelievably perfect. Our release was approaching, his cock throbbed and my sex squeezed him hard.
“I love you, Greyson Rose.”
Even though I knew he did, hearing the words again for the first time in many years, pushed me over the edge. I exploded around him his pace quickened pumping just a few more times before he followed. The erotic growl deep in his chest spiked the last few moments of my orgasm, making me dig my nails into his back. He sealed his mouth over mine until his movements slowed and our bodies were spent.
After we regained control he lowered me back to my feet but kept his arms around me. I let my head sink into his chest and as we stood together in our blissful moment two thoughts came to mind.
The first, was it had been too and every single thing about this felt right. The second, was that I was engaged and not to the naked man that I had just made passionate love to.
Stefan rinsed off and told me to stay and shower if I wanted to. He left a towel and a robe on the sink for me. I soaped up my body, and let the scalding water wash it all away. My mind felt disconnected from the rest of my being and an incredible weight of guilt overcame me. I knew what would happen if I came to his house, I kissed him, I desired him, and I loved every minute of it. That was the worst part of this whole thing. Everything I have done since Stefan’s reappearance was wrong but I never made it stop because I wanted it so badly. Now, I had crossed that line I had so persistently reminded Stefan of and there was no going back.
I needed to get out of here. I would race to the hospital and spill everything to Richard. He should have known the second I let Stefan back in but I made sure it never happened. For the first time I could admit that deep in my gut I wanted this to happen. If Richard had stepped in and kept me from him, none of this would have happened. And that was where the problem began. I was so completely wrapped up in being near him again that I never once thought of staying apart for the sake of my relationship. It had all been to protect my heart. It had always belonged to Stefan and I just couldn’t risk the thought of him breaking it again. It was high time I owned up to everything and did the honorable thing—tell my fiancé.
When I shut the water off I noticed all our clothing that was discarded to the shower floor was now gone. Knowing Stefan he was taking care of it but that just meant I had no choice but to dry off and get into his robe. As I stomped from the bathroom I tried to make myself get angry so I could force myself to leave. Despite the fact that the nagging tug in my heart said this was exactly where I needed to be.
“Stefan! Where are my clothes??” I yelled out from the hall.
The sound of bare f
eet dashing toward me was enough for me to know Stefan heard the rage I tried to have. Seconds later he appeared at the far end of the hallway, black sweatpants hung low on his hips making my center pulse with need at the sight. My eyes focused on those perfect sex lines and suddenly my fury was shining fully at myself.
“What’s wrong, Grey?”
“Where are my clothes? I have to go. I can’t believe I just let that happen! What was I thinking??” The hysterics rose full force in my tone. Stefan put his hands up and carefully walked toward me as if I was a rabid dog backed into a corner.
“Our clothes are in the dryer and you didn’t let it happen. It was meant to happen.”
I shook my head and backed away on my shaky legs. “No, I’m engaged, Stefan! If it was meant to happen it should have been with my fiancé!”
“Greyson please, come here.” He held his arms out as he closed the distance between us. I wanted to run to him, and let him shield me from all the bad, but I couldn’t. I was backed into the end of the hall with a door handle digging into my back. My hands flipped around and yanked at it so I could continue fleeing. The door was locked and each time I tried to get in a beeping sound rang from the pocket of Stefan’s pants.
It finally registered that this door wasn’t just locked, it was one of the rooms in Stefan’s high security system. I turned back to him and instantly he registered the thought process flashing through my mind. Pulling the phone from his pocket he held it up for me to see the same secure app as in the elevator.
“I would greatly recommend not pushing at the door again.”
“Why?” I asked breathlessly.
“Because you’ve done it eight times, if it’s done ten times without any acknowledgment from me, an alarm will go off. You’d get to meet the other half of Harrison Security, but I have a feeling you wouldn’t be happy about that at the moment.”
“What’s in this room? Does it have some extreme process like getting to your office??”
He shook his head. “Nope, there’s only one way to get in. Right here through my phone approval.”
“What’s in here??”
Stefan pressed the yellow button on his phone. “Something very special to me. I actually haven’t been in there for many years. Not since I moved in, honestly.”
“Why?”
I watched the hesitation tightening his jaw as he looked around the hall. “Grey…”
“What’s in here, Stefan?” It wasn’t like him to avoid my questions and now I had to know why.
“I don’t—“ He paused, shaking his head. “I don’t even know how to explain this to you, Greyson.”
“Maybe you should try, because I’m getting a very strong feeling it has to do with me.”
“It does.”
I threw my hands up in frustration. “What is it? Have you been having me followed? Is there a telescope that is focused into my bedroom window?? Are there millions of little creepy pictures all over the walls of me in my everyday life??”
He sighed. “There are pictures of you, but none are recent.”
I stared, the sudden twisting in my stomach told me whatever was inside would break me. He hasn’t been in here for years, it has to do with me, and it can only be accessed from one single point. Every single piece of this puzzle made the prospects swim in my mind, until suddenly, I understood.
“It has to do with Allie.” My timid words were barely audible, but he nodded.
“Yes, it does.”
“Let me see.” I said after a few moments. It terrified me to think of what it was, but the thought of leaving and never knowing scared me more.
Stefan gulped back his apparent nerve. “I don’t know if you want to look.”
“I do, why wouldn’t I, Stef? It has to do with my daughter.”
He scrubbed his free hand over his face and through his hair. “Grey…”
“What is it, Stefan!?” I yelled out.
“When you left me and our home that night, you never came back. You had your parents and brother get your stuff. You had them tell me to do as I pleased with everything that was left, including Allie’s room.” Everything he said, I remembered, but I still wasn’t sure where he was going with it. “I stayed in that apartment for a while but when it was time to leave, I didn’t know what to do. The only thing I knew was I couldn’t just throw it all away. We created her little room together and I couldn’t just let it all go.”
“What did you do?”
“I rented a storage unit and put it all in there. I never went to look at it, but I made sure to pay the fee every single month. When I moved in here I brought it all here and put it into this room. I set up the security system for it, and left it alone. But…I didn’t just throw it in there and lock the door.”
Looking from the door to him, bracing myself for whatever was to come. “What did you do?”
He didn’t answer, instead he pressed the green button on his phone, and the door unlocked. I put my hand on the handle and before I could let my fear overcome my strength, I pushed it open. My hand flew to my mouth. I could hardly believe what I was looking at. Allie’s crib, her dresser, the rocking chair, the mobile, her toys, everything—it was set up in the exact same way it had once been. Tears streamed out as my legs powered me forward.
Hundreds of times in my mind I tried to recreate it. Remember the littlest details of where everything went, how it looked and how it felt, but it was never right. This…this was uncanny. I made my way to that rocking chair and heard the all too familiar squeak as I moved it back and forth.
“How did you do all this?”
Stefan leaned against the doorjamb as he watched me take everything in. “Ryder, the guy who runs the other half of Harrison Towers actually helped a lot. I met him one night during my drunken stupor and he is the one who bust my ass to get my shit together. He isn’t much for talking or anything emotional but he is the one who helped me move my stuff out. I never knew it but he took photos of Allie’s room and when he helped me move this stuff in here he handed me the pictures. All he said was he figured one day I’d need it. Together we set the place up the same way. His sweetheart of a mother helped with the little fine touches, but that’s how.”
My face fell to my hands as hushed sobs raked through me. I never thought I would see these things again and now I felt I owed a man I didn’t know the world. Not to mention, Stefan.
“I refused to let it go, Grey. And despite the plain as day evidence that you were never coming back, I never gave up hope. I knew that one day you’d be back, and together we would come in here and remember. Just know that I never stopped loving you. And I never let our family go.”
It had been wrong to cheat on Richard, but it was even more wrong for me to deny what was right in front of me. Stefan was my past and without a shadow of a doubt, he was meant to be my future. Wiping away my tears I got to my feet and looked at the distraught expression on Stefan’s face. I knew he was worried of how I would respond to what he did and I could think of no better way to show him. As fast as I could I ran across the room and leapt into his arms. He stumbled back a step but caught me and squeezed me tight.
“I love you, Stefan.”
The feeling had been racing through my bloodstream for quite some time. When the words finally came out I knew I would never be able to hold them back again. His fingers dug into my skin as he held me into him. Our hearts pounding, our bodies shaking, and our undying love was the way we were always meant to be. I moved my head back from his, and instantly his lips locked with mine.
The thought of leaving now was far from my conscience as we made our way to his bedroom. His hands pulled at the robe string, letting it fall open to reveal my naked body right down the middle. My skin sizzled with the intensifying gaze from those blazing sapphire eyes.
“I can’t fucking wait.” He muttered before scooping me up into his arms and carrying me to the bed. He laid me down and was immediately right back on top of me. Trailing a line of kisses from my
knees to my inner thighs. My body was already thrashing under his touch and he hadn’t even hit home yet. He swiped his tongue a single time between my wet, throbbing lips. I moaned out in protest as he backed away to start again from the other side.
Leisurely tantalizing kisses covered my sensitive skin until he was back between my thighs. Another deliberately slow lick up my center till he reached my clit had me writhing under him. After licking for a moment, stopping, and doing it again, I finally took hold of his head and forced him deep inside. He didn’t waste any more time as he lapped up my wetness, thrusting his fingers in, and rubbing the pad of his thumb against my swollen bud.
“Stef…please! So close!”
“God, I fucking missed this. You taste so damn good.”
“Please,” I begged again. This time he sucked on my clit hard and a deliciously body shaking orgasm ripped through me. I cried out and before I had finished riding it out, I felt him enter me. An animalistic noise rumbled from his chest as he began to move. His cock thrust hard and deep into me and his hands found me and tangled together. We squeezed until there was no more feeling left in them and as our bodies moved together we stared into each other’s eyes. Sweat accumulated between us, and our labored breathing left a symphony of moans echoing around his empty house. And as we reached our climax Stefan’s gaze intensified.
“I love you, Greyson Rose. You’re all I’m ever going to want. I need you always, baby.”
And just like that, we came together. Screaming out, squeezing each other tight, and letting the feeling of ecstasy course between us was complete and utterly blissful. I could stay right here, in his arms forever.
After we finished, Stefan served up the pizza he finished making and even though I knew I had to get home, I still managed to fall asleep in his arms.