Page 65 of Smooth Talk

Chapter 30

Poppy

I’m deceased. Every muscle in my body is deliciously sore. Grayson was on me not two seconds after the crew from South Mag left yesterday afternoon. We’ve spent the majority of our time in the bedroom, but there were some highlights in the shower and kitchen as well. Note to self: marble counter tops are hard on the back. I’m lying face down across his king size bed, completely sated. My phone is ringing somewhere in the distance.

“Gray,” I call out but there’s no answer. I strain my ears, listening for any noise that would help me locate him. Ugh, I guess I have to get out of bed and answer my phone myself. If I weren’t dying of thirst, I’d just let it go. I look around, on the dresser, the bathroom counter, under our piles of clothes, but I can’t find it. It’s still ringing. I put on a robe and walk toward the kitchen. That’s the last place I remember having it. Ah hah, there it is. Someone extremely sweet put it on the charger for me so my battery wouldn’t die. I love that man. The ringing ends as soon as I pick it up. Missed call from Home. No matter how old I get, my mama’s house will always be home.

I hit call, and she answers on the first ring, “Hey Mama, is everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah sweetie. We’re fine, I just wanted to see if you wanted to get lunch with us.” Lunch? What time is it? OMGeee. I slept ‘til after noon. I realize, at this very moment, not only am I dying of thirst, but I’m also super hungry. I look down at myself and stifle a giggle; I am not currently fit for public consumption. Gray really worked me over last night. Make no mistake; I’m not complaining. He woke me up twice to make love during the night and we’d already done it three times yesterday. He made us omelets around 2:00am, but I haven’t eaten since. I’m starving.

“No thanks, I’ll just grab something here. What time do you want me to pick up Harp?”

“Well, I have a lesson at four this afternoon. Why don’t I take her to lunch, run my errands and I can drop her off with you afterward on my way home?”

“Thanks, mom. That sounds perfect.”

“Are you at home?” she asks quietly.

“I will be soon, like 2/2:30?”

“Two-thirty is fine; take your time.’ She pauses before practically squealing, ‘Oh, honey. I’m so happy for you. He seems like such a good man. Just what you and Harp need in your lives. I knew this would be a good year for you!”

“Thanks, mom. Don’t get too far ahead of us here. We’re just dating.” I don’t want to get her hopes up; she’ll be planning the wedding before the end of the week. Even though we are just dating, it feels like more. I’ve never felt like this about a man, and that includes Reed. Gray consumes me. But it’s an equal give and take. We can’t get enough of each other.

“I know hon. I’m just glad you found someone that makes you happy. I can hear it in your voice. I’m sorry I didn’t exactly help matters with all the setting you up on dates business, but I guess all’s well that ends well. And I guess you didn’t need my help after all. Bug simply adores him; she has talked about him nonstop.”

“I know. We’re lucky to have him. He’s a good man, and he’s good to us. How was Harp last night?

“The perfect angel. She woke up early this morning wanting GiGi’s pancakes, and now we’re hungry again so we’re gonna head out. See you after a while. Love you.” I hear Harper scream ‘love you, mama,’ in the background at the same time my mom says it.

“Love you too. Love you, June Bug; see you in a bit!”

I end the call, grab a glass of water and run to the bathroom to make myself a little more presentable, then begin my search for Grayson. I start in the office. We’ve spent a lot of time in there recently. We both have demanding work schedules that require us to put in a few hours on nights and weekends, but it’s nice to share the space together. It’s even better when we’re finished working. Gray’s desk is very sturdy. You have an imagination; I’ll leave it at that.

The office is empty. I go through both living areas, the kitchen and dining room—nothing. Upstairs maybe? I peak in all the rooms up there and come up empty. Then I hear a car door close in the driveway. I look out the window; Gray’s walking up the front steps with two coffee cups and a bag in his hands. God, please let that be donuts.

“Honey, I’m home. I brought you something,” he sing-songs. “Wake up sleepy head.” I realize he’s walked back to the bedroom thinking I’m still there. I race down the stairs. “Poppy?” We’ve had sex five times in the last 24 hours, and I am sore. Everywhere. But one look at him has me ready to go again. I can’t think of a better way to spend the last few minutes I have with him today than tangled up in his arms.

I walk quietly down the hall and stand in the doorway, “I’m here,” I say as I loosen the belt on my robe. “What’d you bring me?” He turns and takes in my mostly naked body.

“Coffee and donuts, but I’m not hungry for them anymore,” he says gruffly setting everything on the bedside table. I’ve always been a fan of iced coffee anyway. I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around him.

“I have to be back at my place no later than two-thirty; my mom’s dropping Harp at the house,” I manage to say around kisses. His hands are everywhere, groping, rubbing, pinching. He’s growling into my neck. God, I love his growls.

“What was that?” I ask pulling my head back slightly. Listening for the noise I just heard. He’s distracting but I thought I heard a voice. A female voice.

“I didn’t hear anything,” He mutters attacking my neck with his lips again. Then I hear it, a light knock on the front door followed by a faint voice, “Grayson?”

Someone’s here. “You should probably go answer your door.” I say even though I really don’t want to leave the warm embrace of his arms.

“Whoever it is can come back later. I only have an hour left with you, and I’m going to make the most of it. And that includes a shower. Together. After our activities,” he says whipping his shirt off. It’s enough to distract me again. I bend down and lick his nipple before sucking it into my mouth. When I lightly nip it, he rewards me with another one of his sexy growls. He grips my butt cheeks, spreading me apart as he grinds against me. My God, I could come from just that. It’s too good.

The knocking is louder now. Whoever it is, isn’t going away. With a loud sigh, I drop my legs off his hips and stand in front of him. He groans his displeasure. “Your car is in the driveway; they know you’re here. It’s probably Bev; it could be important. You should go.”

“I can’t talk to Bev like this,” he says looking down his body. My gaze follows his down the impressive bare torso on display to rest on the raging erection that threatens to bust loose from his pants.

I giggle, “I guess not.” I say, retying my robe around me. I’m not entirely presentable, but it’ll have to do for now. Beverly’s, no doubt, seen worse. “Calm yourself down, and I’ll go see who it is.” I say, rubbing my hand over the front of his jeans. Not helping.

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