Page 45 of Revived

The sight of an upside boy with his butt cheeks spread makes my eyes almost pop out of my head. Grayson is bent in half, his head visible from between his legs as his ass is the first thing I see, his hands holding open his crack so I get a clear assessment of whether he’s accurately wiped or not.

“Did I get it all?” He grunts, still upside down and watching me.

I can’t stop laughing as I move further into the bathroom and inspect him, pleased with how well he did on his own. “You did good, bud. Now stand up before all the blood rushes to your head.”

His blonde hair sways as he stands and the redness of his cheeks (face, not butt) starts to subside. “Yes!” He shouts in celebration and then reaches into the tub and climbs inside.

Once I get the tub filled and Grayson occupied, I walk back into the kitchen where Luke is finishing the dishes. “You will not believe what your son just did.”

“I heard you laughing and handling it, so I didn’t feel the need to intrude. But I can only imagine. What’d he do?”

I recount the story and Luke holds his stomach through his laughter. “Oh, God. That kid! I swear, he is the best thing to ever happen to me.” He shakes his head as his lips tip up.

“Me too.”

Luke makes his way around the island and stops right in front of me, holding my face as he dips down and kisses me. “I’ve missed you this past week.”

“Yeah? I was kind of afraid you were avoiding me…” I admit, glancing up at him.

“What? No. Things have just been crazy. When Grayson goes down, I’ll explain.”

“Okay.” Accepting that the conversation Pfeiffer suggested we needed to have will commence after Grayson’s asleep, I move back to the bathroom and finish bath time before Luke puts Grayson to bed.

“He loves that album,” he says when he walks back into the living room. It seems Grayson’s favorite book these days is the one with pictures of his mom in it.

“I’m glad.”

“I do too.”

“I was worried that you being distant this week was still because of that night…”

Luke scoots closer to me on the couch and then reaches for my cheek, stroking my skin with his thumb. “I need to explain something to you, okay? And you need to let me finish before you say anything.”

“Okay…” I agree, gulping down my nerves while I wait for him to continue.

“That night was hard for me. Not only because of everything that day dredges up, but because it made me realize just how strong my feelings for you are getting. I haven’t been avoiding you since then, Rachel, I swear. It’s nearing the end of the semester, so I’ve had to extend my office hours a bit and had to fill in at the writing center a few days for another professor. See, you would have known all of this if I had told you, but you have to understand… it’s been years since I’ve had to tell anyone where I am and what I’m doing. I’m fine about communicating things to you when it concerns Grayson. That I’ve gotten used to. But when it comes to you and me, whatever this is that’s building between us, well… it’s still unfamiliar and is going to take some time for me to get used to. I realized Friday when I got home and you had to rush out to work your shift at Tony’s that I’ve barely seen you this week, and the week before we were still feeling things out after Mother’s Day.”

He takes a deep breath and then pushes his hand through his hair before he speaks again. “Here’s the other thing I’ve realized, especially since that night. I like you. I am so attracted to you, but I’m fighting the urge to move forward in our physical relationship. I could kiss you all night, but you’ve probably noticed it only lasts so long before I have to go to my room.” I chuckle and nod. “I want to do things with you, to you… but my fear is that I’ll try to and then I’ll freak out and leave you disappointed.”

“Luke…” I start, but he throws his hand up.

“I asked you to let me finish, remember?”

“Okay,” I say, sitting back into the cushion and folding my hands in my lap.

“I don’t want you to be disappointed, frustrated, and angry with me if I freeze or get too… excited,” he grins and I can’t help but do the same. “So until I feel like I can give you what you deserve, I have to wait. It’s incredibly difficult touching you and not giving in, which is kind of the reason I’ve been pulling away a bit.” And now it makes a little more sense, although this was the last reason I was expecting. “So just know, I’m not mad. I still want you. Badly. I just don’t want to rush into anything because you make it really hard for me not to,” he growls, reaching for my hand and placing it on his thigh. As I glance down, I see the thick outline of his erection in his pants and instantly feel hot.

Knowing he’s turned on just sitting next to me makes an inferno ignite in between my legs. So brazenly and before I can change my mind, I climb on top of him, straddling his hips and pressing myself down so I can feel him hard underneath me.

“Can I talk now?” I stare down at him, memorizing the lust on his face and the tick in his jaw that tells me he’s having trouble controlling himself in this new position.

“Sure,” he gulps as I start to rock myself back and forth over him slowly. Between the soft fabric of my leggings and the rough denim of his jeans, the friction on my clit is unworldly and builds an orgasm with just a few strokes.

“Thank you for telling me, for assuring me that I wasn’t going crazy. Because that’s how it felt not seeing you, talking to you, touching you,” I whisper and then place a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away and increasing my pace. “But know this, Luke… there is nothing you could do to me, with me, that would make me disappointed. I just want you. And there are plenty of things we can do that aren’t full-fledged sex.” A small moan escapes my lips as I close my eyes and continue to move. Luke’s hands find my hips, rocking me back and forth over his cock, the pressure building fast and furiously as my sounds clearly indicate.

“God, Rachel. I can’t look away from you right now. Are you gonna come?” He rasps as I pop my eyes open and lock them on his.

“Yes, Luke. Make me come,” I mewl, rubbing hard and fast, feeling the release there on the edge, waiting to fall over.

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