Page 29 of Sparrow

THERE IS BEAUTYin not setting an alarm for a Sunday morning. Being able to let the sun wake your body and wake your mind when it’s ready for you to tackle the day is nearly orgasmic.

I open my eyes and stretch my arms above my head, arching my back and moaning at the relief in my muscles.

Is this what contentment feels like?

My mind immediately wanders to last night. To Grayson. To our date. I don’t think I stopped smiling the entire time, and his parting words to me? Fuck. Me.

Just the thought of them now is making my blood sing. It’s been far too long since a man has made me feel this way. Since a man has caused this deep, painful ache between my legs.

I had an epiphany last night while I was trying my best to fall asleep. I have decided I’m going to take Nora’s advice and roll with this, because it feels good. It feels right. I don’t know what it means or what to call it, all I know is talking to Gray, being near Gray, makes me happy. It makes me forget what I’m running away from.

I close my eyes, and I replay the words that vibrated my core.

When I kiss you, it will only be after you’ve begged me to.

I wanted to beg right then and there, but he shocked me. Gray had been nothing but kind and gentle all evening and then, last minute, he whips out his alpha, dirty talking side? My body can’t keep up.

I can’t deny the throb coming from my pussy. It’s begging for relief. Begging for attention. Who am I to deny myself now? I’ve denied myself enough over the past fourteen years.

I bend my knees; planting my feet flat on the mattress and let my legs fall apart, exposing my heated flesh to the cool air in my bedroom. My nipples are puckered beneath my white tank top, making themselves known.

I imagine Gray’s hands on me, exploring my body the way I am right now. Running his hands down my chest and over my belly then dipping beneath my panties, finding me wet and willing.

I gasp when my index finger caresses my clit. “Ohhh”.

I sweep against it over and over in a slow, lazy circle until my hips start to move like they have a mind of their own. I’m fucking my hand like a woman starved, because that’s what I am. I’m a woman that is tired of not feeling wanted or desired.

My toes begin to curl and my body begins to tremble as my orgasm takes hold. My entire being curls inward and bursts out into a thousand shards of my soul. It’s heady and erotic and exactly what I needed.

The post orgasm glow sinks into me. I could roll over and go straight back to sleep, without a care in the world. As a matter of fact, I think I will.

I roll to my right side, curling up in my comforter cocoon and just start to doze when my cell phone pings, indicating a text message. My heart pitters immediately at the thought of Gray texting me so soon after our date. Maybe his ears were burning? Don’t they say if you’re talking or thinking about someone, their ears burn? Well, with what I was just thinking about in regards to him, his whole head must have been on fire.

I reach my hand out from my cocoon and grab my phone, pulling it back in and firing up the text app. I open my new messages and nearly drop my phone when I see the name and words on the screen.

Jaxon: You can’t hide from me forever. We WILL discuss this face-to-face. Don’t do something I’ll make you regret.

My head spins and I feel sick. How quickly I’d let myself forget about him. Even for a moment.

I quickly block his number from texting or calling my phone and then call my service provider to change my phone number, but deep down inside, I know that won’t be enough to deter him. Jaxon always gets his way.

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(Grayson)

The number you have dialed is not in service.

I call again and I’m met with the same results.

“What the hell?” I say out loud to no one in particular.

“Uh oh. She ghosting you?”

I look up to see Case extending a coffee my way.

“When did you get here?” I ask, not answering his question, but taking the coffee.

“I was heading home from my shift and saw your truck, figured I’d stop by, see Cadence, and ask you again if she’s ghosting you.” He smirks, sipping his coffee, watching Cadence run around on the playground, climbing up the ladder, and sliding down the slide. We love coming to Forsythe Park. Cadence loves the big white fountain.

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