Grey: New Beginnings (Spectrum Series Book 5)

by Allison White

  “Drive safe!” I call out to him.

  “Don’t have to. It’s a Prius Hybrid!” he shouts, just before making a turn.

  I smile, shaking my head at his silliness. I enter the building and ride up the elevator to the loft after using my house-key. I think it’s very cool that the elevator stops at our house the minute we twist our key in the lock. It’s like it just…knows you. Creepy, but a very intricate feature I adore. Plus, it makes sure that strangers can’t just waltz into your home without any notice. The only thing this apartment building could do better at is its security, or should I say “landlord.” The man basically lounges in his office and lets anyone up. For example, our mothers and not-so-sane friends. It’s absolutely ridiculous! I feel like making a huge complaint about him, but Grey would say, “Don’t be so anal about everything. That asshole will get what’s coming to him soon enough.”

  Grey.

  Ugh. I still feel jittery about our upcoming trip to NYC. I know I’m bringing him there to get him open to the idea of living there, in a way, a tiny form of manipulation. But I truly do miss being there. Traveling through the five boroughs on the weekend, shopping on Fifth Avenue, visiting the huge Barnes & Noble in Manhattan. There is no way you could say you’re bored when living in New York. You just have to travel and immerse yourself in the culture-infested streets, from Manhattan to Brooklyn. I just know Grey will like at least one part of it all.

  Or so I hope…

  I sigh in relief when the elevator comes to a slow stop, and I step off into the apartment. I am met with a few noises, one being Grey pounding his fists into the leather punching bag in the left corner of the living room and the second being the TV left on his favorite fighting show. Among that, I think I hear the microwave working in the kitchen. So much is going on, I feel like I’ve stepped into Grey’s world. But now I’m here, and soon enough it will be full of lavender tea, my snores, and nothing else. Maybe Grey silently rubbing my feet. But we’ll have to see how heavy he breathes while doing it.

  I start to undress, too lazy to wait to do so in the bedroom. Plus I want to make a salad before taking a nap. I’m a bit peckish since lunch. I have my white silk blouse undone and am tugging my pencil skirt down my thighs when I hear the distinct chain rattling of the punching bag stop. Feeling eyes on me, I look up and flush, finding Grey staring at me. Well, more like scanning my body more than my face. But then his dark eyes reach my face, and my heart does a double-take. He could spear my poor heart with one glance. He does, unknowingly, all the time.

  “What?” I say after a while of silence and a blood-curdling scream from the TV. “Do I have a stain or something?” I question his staring by looking around my blouse. I’d hate to have gone the whole day walking around the office when there was a huge noticeable stain I didn’t know about.

  “No,” he says, and I look into his lustful eyes. “You just look…” His eyes roam my body like a road map, and even though he has done this and done things to me a million times, I blush like a schoolgirl. His eyes finally meet mine again, and he exhales roughly. “Really hot, exceptionally fuckable.” His half-smile makes me swoon internally.

  “Thanks?” I suck at taking compliments, especially ones as risqué as his. I look at his sweaty attire, or lack thereof, up and down myself. Doing a very thorough…sweep. His broad chest is sparkling with sweat under the natural sunlight among his dark ink. Sweat travels down the path of his weirdly attractive veins in his arms, tatted, of course, dark ink swirling along his arms, abdomen, and enlaced through his thick black hair. He is sexy beyond comprehension and makes my legs tingle and my cheeks flourish with heat.

  “You look pretty nice yourself,” I say like a spazz, and his lips fall into a smirk.

  “You suck at dirty talk,” he says with a smug shake of his head as he takes long strides over to me.

  “Didn’t know you dirty talked me,” I whisper, the growing tension between my legs growing as I boldly look up into his eyes without flinching. That flies out the window the minute his knuckles gently run along my reddish cheek. Putty in his hands, I tell you.

  “Okay, let me be clearer,” he says, and before I know it, his hands are on my waist and I am on the kitchen island, legs spread apart for him to step between. “The sight of you, half-dressed and in these…” I suck in a sharp breath as his hands grip my thigh, going back and forth, feeling. “Make me want to bend you over and fuck you so hard, you forget what year it is.”

  “So why don’t you?” I breathe and swallow thickly as he leans forward and sucks gently on my neck. My hands fly to his hair, and I tug, eliciting a guttural groan from him. I smile. I’ve always loved that. Always will.

  “Who said I wasn’t going to?” he whispers against my heated skin.

  “Okay, but not here,” I whine, and he smiles before I even finish talking. “I don’t want to make a mess. The granite is too pretty to fool around on.”

  “You are such a clean freak,” he grumbles, lifting me off the counter.

  “I wouldn’t say freak, per se.” I shrug, combing my fingers through his hair.

  “Babe, I’m about to turn you into a freak.” His teeth graze along the shell of my right ear, and I shriek, holding onto his neck tighter. He barks in laughter that makes me blush and press a very light kiss on his neck. He groans. “Oh no. It’s too late for you to be adorable, mi mala princesa.”

  Suddenly, I am dropped onto the bed with him pulling down his basketball shorts and boxers. My eyes widen at the sight of his large length.

  “Be the bad girl I know you can be.” I nearly lose it as his large hands oh-so-slowly push my grinding legs apart. His yanks my stockings and panties down, and I yelp in surprise. I dare a peek at him and lose my breath when I see he is lying down between my legs, eyes shimmering with mischief in the darkness.

  “Grey,” I whine, bringing my head back. He looks too attractive, and I am too aroused to be looking at him.

  “Watch me eat you out, princess,” he grumbles, lips lightly kissing along my right inner thigh. I writhe under his smooth lips, feeling my heartbeat take off like a rocket headed for the moon. “I said to watch me.” His hands lock around my hips, and he nudges me down onto his tongue.

  All at once, I feel every part of me sing alive in pleasure.

  “Oh my gosh.” I crane my neck to look down at him. I lock eyes with the Devil, who has my heart in his hand and soaking core in his mouth. His tongue slowly swirls around my dripping heat, and I groan at the feel of his plump lips locking around my throbbing clit. I reach down and lock my fingers in his hair. I tug, knowing how much he loves it when I do. As expected, he groans on me, making me shudder when reverberations wrack through my body.

  “Fuck.” He slides his tongue up my center. “You look so fucking…” He gently pushes a finger into me…then two, stretching me. “Sexy like that. Arched back and panting.”

  “Mmm, Grey.” I lick my lips and suck on my lower one. I tug harder at his hair and laugh with pleasure as he groans, curling while he pumps his fingers in me. I close my eyes and breathe hard, panting like he said, for air.

  “So wet for me, moaning my name. I love it,” he admires with a smirk pressed against me.

  “I need—need you in me. Please,” I beg with a heavy exhale, feeling a familiar tug in my stomach. I writhe under his tongue and listen to him shush me softly.

  “Come for me first,” he says, voice gruff and raspy. “Let me taste you on my tongue.”

  His voice alone sends me hurtling over the edge, but his words set me ablaze as I fly through the air.

  “Oh, Grey!” I scream and release, hard.

  “Fuck, you taste delicious. Like my own factory of sweetness.” I hear the smirk in his voice before he hovers over me, lips shining with my climax. “Wanna taste yourself, baby?”

  I lean up and smash my lips against him to answer. “Enough of that.” I push him onto his back, and he looks mighty proud and sweaty and radiant. “I need to feel your tongue he
re.” I tap my neck and slowly descend into his signature smirk. “And this around this.” I gesture to my sex, then his already creaming manhood.

  “There’s mi niña traviesa.” He beams proudly, and I snicker before patting his abdomen.

  “Condom?” I question.

  He holds up a finger and rummages through his nightstand. He lays back with a golden packet in his hands. “Mind doing the honor while I think of how the hell I’m going to last long with you looking like this?” he asks, and I laugh but nod and rip the packet open. All the while, I feel his eyes on my breasts that are adorned by a cute white lacy bra, and my open blouse.

  I slowly peel the blouse off me and, with his aroused eyes on me, I fling it to the ground. The bra is next to go.

  “Fucking hell,” he mutters.

  I can’t help but giggle while I roll the condom on his length. I take my time, biting my lip, teasing him as he did me when he kissed his way up my thigh. Now, it’s my turn. But I won’t last long, because the look he’s giving me and my eagerness won’t allow my holding back.

  Slowly, I sit on his rock-hard cock. I bite into my lip and grow red at the word I just used. Geez, he really is rubbing off on me, huh? More like rubbing into me. He is so massive, I will never get used to him. Ever.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut.

  “Grey. You feel so good,” I moan, resting my palms on his hard abdomen. I dig my nails into his skin and listen to him hiss in pain and pleasure. I gently lift myself up, then sit back down, hard. He and I both cry out. I rock myself against him and feel him move his hips, rolling into mine and gliding around my tight walls.

  “Fuck, just like that, princess,” he says, his voice heavy and shaky.

  I roll my hips around and glide myself up and down his shaft, dragging my nails along his tatted chest and chiseled stomach. We stay in this slow, teasing pace before I whine for more, and boy does he bring it. In a flash, I am on my stomach, him behind me.

  “Love you, but I need to fuck you like I promised,” he apologizes, but it is not necessary. He readjusts himself before slamming into me without any pretense. I cry out his name and grip the sheets, tangling my fingers in the fabric. I hear a ripping sound, but I ignore it as he thrusts in and out of me at a sonic pace. My body is hyperaware of every single thrust he makes, his demanding hands held onto me, and how much he stretches me in a painfully euphoric way.

  “Ah, Grey,” I groan as his hand latches around my hair and yanks me up a bit. My neck aches and my heart can be heard from a block away, but he does not slow down. He keeps pulling, and I moan loudly, but his mouth covering mine shuts me up in an instant.

  The kiss is sloppy and muffled with my cries as he continues to jam into me, over and over again. His hand clasps around my neck, and I bite his lip, making him go even faster, as if to say, do not fuck with The Beast unless you want to get fucked by him, hard. He lets go of me, returning my now-charred soul, and kisses down my neck. He shifts my hair to the side and bites down, then grazes his tongue and teeth alike along my love bites. So heavy makeup on the neck for the rest of the week? Awesome. But so damn worth it.

  “I fucking love you so much,” he huffs in between hard, fast, sloppy thrusts. He’s almost there.

  “I love you too, Grey. So much, you have no idea,” I tell him, panting and whining, eyes fluttering shut and popping open every few seconds. Just a few more…“Oh my God. Grey,” I moan his name and tug hard at his hair.

  “Fuck, princesa,” he curses, and I bite into my lip until I taste blood.

  I scream past my bleeding lip as he slams into me, one last time as I climax. He continues sliding in and out of me, cursing and breathing heavy. My body crashes into itself as pleasure pass through me. That was so…wow.

  I shut my eyes and listen to my and his heartbeat as he slowly pulls out of me. I feel empty, but he reads my mind and gently kisses my nose. I hold his face there and kiss his upper lip. I feel him break into a smile and giggle, as we reminisce in the mind-blowing sex we just shared not even a second ago.

  “Think you can walk after that?” he asks, voice raspy.

  “Hell no.” I shake my head.

  He chuckles, and I brush my nose against his, finally opening my eyes to his, pinched closed. I kiss his dimples, both, and watch him stare at me like I am his entire world. Well, me and you both, buddy.

  “Rabbit food?” he questions.

  “Rabbit food.” I kiss his lips in appreciation, then fall back onto the pillows with a broad grin.

  He just shakes his head at me, then stands. I watch his cute butt as he walks over to the trash can, discards the messy condom, then walks over to the open door. He looks over his shoulder, and I blush, caught in the act, and squeal before hiding under the comforter. I stay under for a few seconds before retreating, finding it safe to come out of hiding. I breathe in euphoria as I lean against the headboard. Legs sore, neck aching, stinging with his lips, vagina destroyed, and makeup messy. I just got fucked good. And I am glowing because of it. Isn’t life great?

  A faint buzzing noise to my right, where our clothes are, pulls me out of my content thoughts. I lean over the bed and fish through the items flung without care, and finally find the source of the insistent ringing. It’s Grey’s phone, with a name and number unknown to me flashing across the top of the screen.

  “Red?” I question, then smirk. Does he know the whole rainbow? Oh, that was mean, wasn’t it? I’ll blow him later for that.

  I answer the phone even though I’m confused as to who it is. Bold. But we have nothing to hide. Plus, the name sounds fishy. Like a gang member’s name. If it’s any of his past “buddies” who tried to kill him, I’ll gladly tell them to fuck off and lose his number.

  “He—”

  I don’t even get the word out before the person cuts me off.

  “Hey babe, why don’t you come down and join the party?” a girl slurs.

  “Excuse me!” I snap.

  Chapter Thirty

  Fury. I was frozen in shock and confusion for so long, what must have been a second or two, but then fury crept into my veins like a faint whisper saying, “Kill Grey, then the tramp!” My first response is to growl an “Excuse me!” in the phone, then I begin to plot ways to murder my cheating boyfriend and his babe. Or should I call him the babe. I can’t believe this! I mean, he didn’t look guilty or anything when I entered the apartment, nor has he since I’ve come back from the hospital. He’s making me a sandwich right now, for fuck’s sake!

  I am descending into deep contemplation of puzzlement when a new female voice snaps in the busy background.

  “What the hell are you doing with my phone?” she barks. The power and roughness in her voice makes me cower in the bed, and I can’t even see her. I just know she commands every room she walks in, practically taking ownership of it without a drop of kindness.

  “Bring on the booze!” the first girl yells. I cringe and just know she’s drunk way too much for the night. I don’t know her, but I feel for the girl. Well, not that much. She almost gave me a freaking heart attack.

  But wait…the new girl said that the drunk one took her phone. So who is this?

  “Who is this?” I inquire as I stand from the bed, draping the thin bedsheet around my body. I feel on edge, threatened by this girl. My mind is sizzling with questions I intend to get the answers for from Grey, whether he wants to or not. I listen to her speak rather rudely while I walk over to the door.

  “I should be the one asking you,” the tough-sounding girl snaps. My body shudders by the demand in her voice.

  “No, it’s the other way around,” I tell her, a bit annoyed and taken aback by the audacity of this girl. She’s the one calling my boyfriend. That fact makes my blood sizzle and my prowl toward him grow with anger. “I am Grey’s girlfriend. How do you have his phone number?”

  There’s a pause, then roaring laughter.

  “What’s so funny?” I ask, cheeks red. I don’t think I sa
id anything humorous for her to laugh at.

  “Olivia?” she questions, and I stop walking.

  “How do you know my name?” Has Grey been walking around, talking about me to random girls, then giving them his phone number? That’d be extremely weird. So they must be friends. And then he talks about me. Is she who he goes to when he’s out “training?” I doubt that he’d betray me like that, but you never know. This girl sounds like his…type. Actually, she sounds just like him.

  “How couldn’t I? The dick talks about you constantly.” She laughs like a maniac, but my heart doesn’t cease to jump at the concept of Grey talking about me so much. But why would he need to?

  “I’m sorry, who is this?” I ask again. It’s killing me to not know the name of the girl I’m talking to.

  “What was that, babe?” Grey shouts.

  Shoot! He heard me.

  “The name’s Red,” she says, pride lacing her words. Oh, I kind of thought the “Red” flashing on the phone screen was a nickname. I want to ask if it’s her real name, but something tells me it’s authentic. I can tell she wears it with honor.

  “Why are you talking to yourself? Gone crazy without me?” Grey appears in front of me, naked as the day he was born, smirking from ear to ear…until he sees his phone to my ear, then his smile drops and a hard frown molds. “What are you doing?”

  “Just talking to Red,” I mutter, watching for any guilty signs. I find none. The guilt begins to pour into my veins.

  He just reaches forward and snatches the phone from my hand and grumbles into the speaker. “What do you want?” I open my mouth to speak, but his wide eyes and tense posture suppresses my words. I just cross my arms and lean against the wall, watching as he huffs and walks over to the windows. He talks low and ruffles his tousled black hair and pinches and rolls his bottom lip between his fingers. If I wasn’t so confused and slightly pissed off, I would drool at the sight. Oh, who am I kidding? His constricting muscles under his skin and his round and firm ass are enough to elicit a desire for a second round in the bedroom.