Forbidden Attraction (Forbidden Trilogy)

by S. R. Watson

  “Grayson, please.” I need him to enter me now.

  “Please what, baby?” His wicked smile taunts me. He knows he has me on edge.

  “I need ... ” I’m breathless as he continues to lick me.

  “What do you need, baby? Tell me?” He winks at me and I nearly come undone. His winks make me so hot.

  “I need you to fuck me!” I shout.

  “That’s it, baby. That’s how I want you. Desperate and needy for my cock. I told you I was going to enjoy breaking down your barriers.” His smile widens. “Not yet, baby. I’m not done playing.” He flips the cap off the whip cream and dollops some on my breast, down my stomach, and down there.

  He takes his time licking every inch until he’s removed it all. I’m about to explode. I grab for his dick in an attempt to speed up this foreplay, but he pins my hands over my head.

  “Be patient, baby.” He sucks on my neck and my heads falls back in ecstasy. He finally enters me and I scream out his name upon insertion. I come so hard. He growls as he slams into me. “Damn, baby. Your pussy is clenching my cock so hard.”

  He lifts my leg and begins playing with the rosette between my cheeks. I stiffen at the contact. “Relax baby. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. I know where this heading and I’m nervous. I’m going to give him another one of my firsts. I want him to have this piece of me.

  “Turn over and get on your hands and knees.” I don’t hesitate to do as he instructed. He grabs some lube from the nightstand and rubs some on my anus. “As I insert my finger, I want you to push out.” He inserts one finger and it burns like crazy. He uses his other hand to massage my clit and I’m slowly losing focus as he insert a second finger back there. He stretches me, but the burning is not as intense as it was at first. My release is right there. I can feel it. Grayson uses this time to align his cock to my back entrance. As I fall over the edge, he pushes in with one smooth stroke. Shit that burns. He stills to allow me to acclimate to the intrusion. “Are you okay?” His voice is shaky and his legs are trembling with want. He’s hanging on to his control by a thread. I nod in the affirmative and that’s the only invitation he needs. His control snaps as his hips move like a piston. He slams into me as I push my ass back for him. He can’t seem to get deep enough. He growls out his pleasure and it’s music to my ears. “Fuck. Baby, your ass feels so good. This is mine,” he says as he slaps my ass. The pain has lessened and in its place is pure unequivocal pleasure. He inserts two fingers inside me, and pumps in time with his thrusts until we both reach our destined pinnacle.

  He pulls me into his arms and reaches for the strawberries. He feeds me several before having any himself. He pours a glass of wine and I’m in a postcoital haze. No words are needed. I turn slightly to face him and his lips capture mine in a slow sensuous kiss. I straddle his thighs so I can deepen our tongue dance. I release his lips and suck on his neck. His natural smell is so addicting, so virile. He moans my name and I know he’s just as lost as I am. He lifts my hips so he can enter me. I begin a slow ride as I let myself slide up and down his shaft. Another first. I’ve never ridden Liam. Grayson meets my hips with thrusts of his own. He uses his hands to set our pace.

  “Fuck. You’re going to be the death of me, baby.”

  I smile at his confession. I pick up the pace until we both fall over the edge. Grayson isn’t done with me though. He flips me on my back and enters me once again. He is a stallion in the sack. He brings us three more orgasms before he lets me rest. I don’t think I could move if I tried. He has fucked me into exhaustion. I’ll probably wake up with rose petals stuck to my ass, but it is so worth it. I will never forget this night. We both drift off into oblivion.

  “RISE AND SHINE beautiful.” Grayson is already dressed in designer jeans and T-shirt. His hair is still damp so he’s just gotten out of the shower.

  “What time is it?” Why didn’t he wake me?

  “Just after ten. I thought you could use the extra sleep after the night we had,” he teases.

  “Umm,” I say and think back to the fun we had.

  “Are you sore?”

  “If you’re speaking of everything below the waist, then yes. It’s a good sore though.” He was a sexual beast last night. I knew he had been holding back. “Why do I get the feeling I still haven’t seen your full bag of tricks?”

  “That would be because you haven’t. Small doses, baby. I don’t want to scare you off. I can’t take you from zero to sixty without incremental exposure,” he chides.

  “I wasn’t a virgin so I didn’t start at zero, you ass,” I huff.

  “Pretty close, babe. Liam didn’t handle his business. My gain though. I’m going to put that hot ass body of yours through the paces. I’m going to own all your firsts with the exception of your virginity.” He’s so sure of himself. I love that he’s so confident and takes control.

  “What other firsts could there be? Anal sex was the last first I had to offer.” I’m confused.

  “That is what you think. It is a testament to how sexually naïve you are. We haven’t pushed past your vanilla boundaries yet baby, but we will.”

  “VANILLA?” WHAT THE heck is he hinting at?

  “As in plain. When I turn it up a notch, you will know.” He winks. God, how can he wink at me when I’m this sore? “Let me run a bath, baby, so you can soak away some of the soreness. I’ll find something you can wear home.”

  “Is that why you took a shower without me this morning? You knew I’d be sore?”

  “Yes. Sore or not, I would’ve fucked you if you’d gotten your hot ass in the shower with me. That doesn’t mean I didn’t fucking get off in the shower to the mental images of that tight little pussy of yours.”

  “Grayson,” I groan. I cover my eyes to hide my embarrassment and he chuckles.I soak in the tub and let the scented oils permeate my nostrils. The warm water relaxes my muscles as I lose myself in last night’s memories. I’m pulled out of my reverie by Grayson’s sexy voice.

  “Hey, babe. I’m meeting my father for brunch. I won’t get to see you this coming weekend due to a business related engagement, but I promise to make it up to you the weekend after that.” He sees the pout on my face and leans down to kiss me. “I’ll see you in class this week. I’m not leaving until Thursday morning. Besides, you can use this time to study for your upcoming finals.”

  “I guess so.” We only have two weeks left in the semester. I wonder what will happen after I’m no longer in his class.

  Will we still have to keep whatever we have a secret? Will he ditch our secret rendezvous at hotels to bring me to his home? I won’t venture into these questions just yet. I’ll wait until I’m no longer his student. I’m looking forward to the end of this chapter.

  “Finish your bath. Take as long as you need. I have an assortment of breakfast items on the table when you get out. The number for my driver is next to the orange juice. There is also a T-shirt and shorts on the bed if you want them.” He kisses me one more time before heading out. “See you tomorrow, baby.”

  MONDAY MORNING I’M met with a brooding Grayson. His eyebrows furrow together as he reads something at his desk and refuses to make eye contact with me. His coldness from last week is back with a vengeance. I wish I knew what causes him to be so mercurial. Something is bothering him, but I don’t know what. Is it the business venture he has coming up this week? He’s given us a free class day to review previous readings for our upcoming final, as it will be comprehensive. The last fifteen minutes of class is being reserved for any questions we may have for additional preparation.

  “Do you want to form a study group for the final?” Liam nudges me out of my Grayson haze.

  “When you say study group ... do you actually mean you and me?” I see right through his attempt to be alone with me.

  “Yes. Busted I guess. No pressure. Just two friends getting together to study for an exam.” He rushes the words like a rocket and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, awaiting
my response.

  “Okay, fine. I’ll be at the library all day Monday and Tuesday; I have finals Wednesday and Thursday. You’re welcome to meet me there as long as you keep our meeting strictly a study session.” Agreeing to study time with him better not come back and bite me in the ass. This is my attempt at rebuilding our friendship.

  “No problem, Shiv. I won’t mess this up.” We turn to finish our reading, but I focus my attention on Grayson. Something is definitely off and I want to know what it is.

  As class wraps up with our various questions, Grayson announces that we don’t have to come to class on Wednesday. He encourages us to spend time in the library, studying for our final. There are collective hoots from the class in appreciation of the free day, but I’m unable to join in the excitement. He still hasn’t looked at me. I’d do anything to see his sexy smirk or even a wink right now. He rushes out of class so hanging around until everyone has left is out of the question. I make my way to my next class in hopes that he’ll text me later. What could have happened between yesterday and today? Could it be me? I hadn’t thought of that. Either way, his mood swings are making me dizzy. I push these trivial thoughts aside and enter my economics class.

  TONIGHT’S FLAVOR FOR our margarita night is strawberry. This will probably be our last one since finals are next week. After that, everyone will be heading home for winter break. We’re about two drinks in before hearing a knock on the door.

  “Yea. Bailey is finally here,” Angie squeals as Jordan gets up to unlock the door. Jordan freezes mid swing of the door opening. She flashes me an apologetic look over whom Bailey has brought with her. Shit. It’s Vanessa. Bailey has no clue about the recent happenings between Grayson, Vanessa, and me. No one does with the exception of Jordan. This evening is going to be awkward.

  “Hey ladies. Hope you don’t mind that I invited Vanessa. We were out shopping and I told her about our margarita Mondays. She was ecstatic about the idea,” Bailey says.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. The more the merrier, right, girls?” Angie looks around the group as everyone but me nods their agreement. I, on the other hand, am still in shock. Vanessa made it clear how much she dislikes me on the dance floor Friday night so why is she here? What is she playing at?

  Jordan connects her iPhone to speakers so we can enjoy the music in her Margarita Monday playlist. The conversation is going smoothly until Meghan inquires about our longest relationships. I answer five years with Liam and the rest of the group provides their answer for comparison. Vanessa is the last to speak up.

  “Grayson and I have been on and off for five years. Our relationship is complicated, but we are each other’s best friends. We’ve known each since middle school. We have a special bond that can’t be cracked,” she smiles.

  I know her explanation is for my benefit. Bitch. “That doesn’t sound very promising. Some people are better off as friends,” I quip. Right back at you. After five years, maybe she needs to give the hell up. Jordan is quick to change the subject to celebrity gossip, but Vanessa’s glacial stare speaks volumes. After another drink, I welcome the buzz it brings. We’re all laughing and having a good time until Vanessa gets a text.

  “Oh, ladies, I’m going to have to call it a night. Grayson just sent me a text and wants us to meet up for dinner,” she coos. I want to punch her in her obnoxious face. Jordan grabs my hand because she knows where my thoughts have ventured. “Bailey, do you think you could get a ride home?”

  “No problem Vanessa. Have a good time.” Bailey waves good-bye and turns back to our discussion. As soon as she is out of sight, I rush to my room to text Grayson. Maybe she is lying.

  Me: What are you up to tonight?

  Five minutes go by before I get a reply.

  Grayson: About to have dinner.

  That’s it. It is all the confirmation that I need. The coldness that reaches through my phone is disheartening. He didn’t even ask what I was doing or attempt to explain his standoffish behavior from today.

  What does this mean for us? Is this his way of ending our arrangement as the semester comes to an end and the novelty wears off? Of course, why didn’t I see this before? After the semester ends, he loses his excuse not to be seen with me. He’s afraid that I’m going to want more. Well to hell with him. I don’t text him again and neither does he.

  The week passes in a blur. Grayson makes no attempt to reach me and this cements my suspicion that he’s looking for a way to end our arrangement. I’ve been to the library every day this week trying to bury thoughts of him between the pages of my textbooks. Today is no different. I’m curled up on one of the sofas with some leisure reading. My brain needs a break from formulas, graphs, and strategic planning. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I’m careful to view the caller ID before answer. I’ve been diligently ignoring all unknown calls, but I see this time it’s Jordan calling.

  “Hello,” I whisper.

  “Why in heck are you whispering?”

  “I’m in the library,” I reply as I begin gathering my books to head outside.

  “Enough already. Get your butt home. We’re going out. No excuses. You’ve been at that damn library every day this week.” She pauses in her rant and I know she has more to say, but decides against it.

  “I’m on the way. No need to twist my arm.” I admit that going out may be just what I need. The sooner I forget about Grayson the better. “No Vanessa ... okay?”

  “It’s just you and me tonight, chica. I’m thinking we could grab some dinner and then head to Drai’s again.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” It’s been a while since Jordan and I hung out without the others. I’m determined to have a blast.

  JORDAN WALKS INTO my bedroom wearing a red and black paneled crepe dress. “You like it? It’s a Jason Wu.”

  “You look hot. Trevor would crap himself if he could see you in that dress,” I kid.

  “He’s hanging out with the fellas tonight. I might take a selfie and send it to him,” she giggles. “Here. I thought you could wear this so we would match. It’s an Alexander McQueen.” For the first time I notice the red and black knit sleeveless pencil dress in her hands. I grab the dress from her and quickly slide it over my curves. The fit is divine. I feel beautiful in it. I slide on my pumps, grab my clutch, and I’m ready to go. I secretly wish I could run into Grayson tonight, he’d love this dress on me. I let my hair air dry in loose waves the way he loves it. I think about sending him a picture just as Jordan plans to do for Trevor, but I think better of it. He’s going to have to initiate the first contact.

  Jordan and I have dinner at The Palm restaurant before hitting Drai’s Hollywood. We drink and dance until our feet hurt. There are no surprise visits from Grayson this time, but I’m trying not to think about it. We talk about everything from next semester’s course load to going home next Monday. It would’ve been nice to have these last two weeks with Grayson before our arrangement ended, but it appears he’s taking the coward’s way out. I hope I’m wrong—it really is business that’s been occupying his time this week. Maybe he was having a business dinner with Vanessa this past Monday. I need to talk with him once more to clear the air. For now, I let the alcohol continue to calm me. After the heartbreak I went through with Liam, I’m determined not to let anyone have that much control over my happiness. I’m pushing desolation in the corner—hopefully it stays there. I sit and sway to the music since my feet are protesting anymore dancing.

  My phone buzzes, but I’m disappointed to see that it’s only Liam. We’ve talked a couple times outside of class and each time has been awkward. It’s obvious he wants me back. I hope our upcoming study session doesn’t give him false hope. I’m done trying to avoid the inevitable. Our parents live in the same subdivision back home. We can work on building our friendship over the break, but tonight I just want to be drama free. I decline his call. Jordan and I order another round of drinks and stay until the club lights signal closing time.

  VOICES IN THE living room wake me fr
om my slumber. As I listen closely, I recognize Trevor’s voice. I slip out of the bed, shower, wash my face, and brush my teeth, throwing on a pair of boyfriend sweats and a tank top before heading to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

  “Morning, Shiv.” She gives me an apologetic look and I am baffled. She points to the Los Angeles Times next to the Keurig, but I’m still clueless. Whatever she’s hinting at, she doesn’t want Trevor to know. “Trevor, why don’t we take our coffee to the balcony.”

  As Trevor walks ahead of her onto the balcony, she turns to me and suggests that I check out the entertainment section. Her eyes are sad so I know whatever it is can’t be good. I take my coffee and the newspaper back to my room before I gather the courage to flip to the section that has Jordan so upset. My breath leaves me and I gasp for air. What the fuck? Right smack in the middle of the page is Grayson and Vanessa. They are both dressed in formal attire. I want so badly for this to be business related, but upon closer inspection I see his arm wrapped intimately around her waist and she’s snuggled into his side. A smaller picture captures the two of them sharing a kiss. Okay, Vanessa is kissing him on the cheek, but still. Again, what the fuck?

  Tears sting behind my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Through my blurred vision, I read about the event and see that it was a gala for autism awareness. This was the engagement he’d planned that he couldn’t be with me this weekend. But that isn’t what has me outraged. Why couldn’t he just tell me about the event and that he was taking Vanessa? Why cancel our whole weekend unless he’s spending it with her? Before I rationally talk myself out of it, I dial his number.

  “Hello.” I hear the hesitation in his voice.

  “You fucking coward. How dare you?” I hear Vanessa in the background asking who’s on the phone. “I knew it. I hear Vanessa in the background you son of a bitch.”