Page 17 of Those Heartbreak Scars

The door crashes inward and Gray stalks into the bathroom. “What the hell, America?”

Chapter Seven

America

“You can’t be in here,” I snap at Gray.

His eyes flash as he crowds me, using his arms on either side of me to pin my back to the edge of the counter. “I thought we were friends.”

“So did I.” I can’t seem to keep the hurt out of my voice.

“You don’t text. You don’t message.” The muscles in his neck cord. “You don’t respond. What the hell is the problem, Rica?”

“I’ve been busy.” I shove at his chest. Why would I want to hurt every time I talk to him? It’s bad enough that his messages bring the things he said to EJ back to the forefront of my thoughts each time. I need to get over these feelings I have for him. I want to move on. “With Everett.”

“That guy…” Gray doesn’t budge no matter how hard I push him, “…is so not your boyfriend.”

“Yes. He is.”

“You didn’t see your face when he said it.” He tips my chin up. “I thought you were going to puke on your shoes. There’s no way you’re actually seriously dating him.”

“Fuck you.” For seeing straight through me. The only reason I didn’t try to correct Everett then and there was because I wanted Gray to believe it. I wanted him to know I wasn’t hung up on what happened in Positano.

His chest rises and falls sharply under my palm. “Fuck me.”

He crushes his mouth to mine, sweeping his tongue between my lips before I can do more than gasp.

The second I come back into my body, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. Gray is kissing me like he wants me. It’s confusing and exhilarating and it makes my heart beat wildly.

He grabs my waist and hikes my hip onto the edge of the counter while he kisses me senseless. Spreading my legs, I pull him between them. I shouldn’t. Everett is waiting for us. But I need Gray closer. I need him to ease the pressure before I combust.

Shoving up the material of my dress, he reaches between my thighs and tugs my panties to the side before roughly thrusting two fingers inside me.

“Ohmygod.” I whimper at the sweet invasion. It feels so good. Once was definitely not enough. Not when I’ve loved him for so long.

“You’re so wet, Rica. You’ve been waiting for me all night, haven’t you? Is that why you were so agitated at the table? You need me to fill your greedy pussy again.” He pumps his digits in and out of me, like his sole focus is my impending orgasm. “You like it, don’t you? You like what I do to you.”

Fuck. I shouldn’t. Gray was such an ass in Positano. But God, I do. “Yes, I’m such a slut for you. Please, Gray.”

“You are my dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

I hate him right now, but I don’t hate the way he’s talking to me. With his wicked words in my ear and his fingers buried inside me it’s not long before I’m on the edge. It’s not enough. I want more. I want him. “Gray.”

“You want my cock?”

“Yes.” I squirm on his fingers. I’m so needy.

“Say it again,” he says. “Tell me you’re a dirty little slut for me. Tell me you haven’t been able to stop thinking about taking my cock since Positano.”

“I need it, Gray.” I suck on his earlobe. The way he asks… has he been thinking about that night all this time? God, that’s hot. “I’m a dirty little slut that needs your thick cock. It’s all I’ve wanted since you fucked me the last time.”

“Christ.” He hisses between his teeth and then he’s fumbling with his pants and replacing his fingers with his cock. He fills me in one quick move, angling his hips to make sure he hits the spots that make my vision swim and my orgasm hard and fast.

He claps his hand over my mouth when I cry out, and spills inside me with a groan. “Good girl. That’s it. Take my cum.”

We cling to each other, breathing hard, but I haven’t gotten my bearings when he says, “I was wrong. You and Everett would be great together.”

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