Page 29 of Lilies in Autumn

I pull her in tighter, pressing her head against the rapid beat of my heart. “Vixen, you are so fucking sexy. This body, your response to my touch…” I let out a groan. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She lets out an awkward laugh, pulling away from me. “Grey, I need to get dressed. My friends are probably looking for me.”

I’m reluctant to let her go, content keeping her in this room and all to myself. I loosen my hold and fall on my back, my dick standing up in my pants. Her silence has me looking her way, smirking at her blatant interest in my boner.

“Do you need me to, uh, take care of that, or something?” Jesus, what kind of guys did she know if she thought I’d force her to take care of me now? I knew she was a virgin based on her admission that no one’s ever touched her pussy before, but was she so inexperienced, or so conditioned, that she’d think I’d make her return the favor?

“Let’s get one thing straight, vixen,” I say as I adjust myself and sit up. “Taking care of you, and your needs, is going to fuel every jerk-off session I have for the next three months. I will never expect you to ‘return the favor’ because that’s not what this is.” I run a hand through my hair, grabbing it in both hands before twisting it into a bun. “Ava, if a man ever expects you to give something you’re not ready or willing to give, you run in the opposite fucking direction.” I scowl at the thought of Ava with another man, not liking the idea one fucking bit. “Come here, I need my hands on you when I say this.” I swing my legs over the side of the bed and cage her in between them when she’s close enough.

“I can’t wait to take care of you again and help you explore this side of yourself, if that’s what you want. I pray that one day you’ll be ready to explore me, but I don’t need or expect it. I’d gladly have a case of endless blue balls if it means I can worship your curvy, sexy as fuck body.”

She clears her throat. “I—thank you. I don’t know what to say.”

I cup her jaw, unwilling to take my hands off her at this moment. “Vixen, just say you’ll answer my texts. We can see how everything else plays out, but don’t ice me out.”

She offers me a small smile. “Okay, I promise.”

I kiss her again, savoring the connection. She’s so short that, with me sitting on the bed and Ava between my legs, we’re nearly at eye level.

“Good girl. Now, as much as I hate seeing this gorgeous body covered up, get dressed. We’ll go find your girls.” I pause, considering her friends. “We should probably check in on Dante and Celeste to make sure she hasn’t killed him yet.”

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It takes us less than ten minutes to put ourselves back together and head out to the backyard. I glance at Ava, aside from the flush in her cheeks, she looks just as perfect as she did when she arrived. Her legs are covered in jeans that mold to her body, her ass plump and perky in the denim. She’s wearing a simple white tank top. On anyone else, it would look plain, but on Ava, it accentuates her large, round tits and the indents of her waist. This girl, with her sarcastic humor and endless curves, has no fucking idea how beautiful she is. I grab her arm as we walk past a group of girls I didn’t fucking invite. I stop her, turning her to face me. “Vixen, you look fucking beautiful.”

She gives me a confused look like she can’t understand why I’d throw out a compliment. Before she can respond, a high-pitched—and whiny—voice calls out my name. We turn toward the voice, though I know without looking that the owner of the voice needs to fuck right off.

“Grey Grey, there you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Felicity charges toward us with the grace of a bull. “Oh, what is she doing here?” Ava begins to step away from me, putting distance between my body and Felicity’s nasty tone. Hell fucking no. I wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer.

“Felicity, what areyoudoing here?” There’s no way in hell Linc or Dante invited her, and this is an invite-only type of event.

Her eyes narrow at my hand on Ava’s waist, her mouth twisting in annoyance. “You’re so funny, Grey Grey. You knew I’d be here, I’m sure of it. Now, let’s go talk somewhere private. You know, just the two of us.” I don’t miss that she didn’t answer my question, but I let it go; I have no desire to talk to her longer than I must.

“I’m busy.”

She pouts, pushing her overly-filled lips out in what I think is supposed to be a sexy look. Ava leans into me, whispering, “Is it me, or does she look constipated?”

I bark out a laugh. She’s not wrong. To my amusement, Felicity’s face transforms into a scowl. “Avery, what the fuck are you doing here? Don’t you know it’s invite-only? I highly doubt Greyson would invite a freshman that looked like you.” What the fuck did she just say? I’m about to lay into her when Ava opens her mouth.

“Felicity, it was great seeing you, too. I’m going to go find my friends. Thanks for the uhm, the thing, Greyson.” She offers me a fake smile before walking out of my arms and into the crowded yard to find her friends. Motherfucker. I turn to Felicity, growling at the smirk on her face. I probably sound feral, but I don’t give two fucks.

“What the fuck was that?”

She shrugs her shoulders, walking closer to me, trying to take the space where Ava was just standing. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Grey Grey,” she whines, “don’t be like that.”

“So help me God, if you call me Grey Grey one more time, I’m going to lose my fucking shit.” I have never, and would never, strike a woman, but Felicity makes me want to spoon my own eyes out.

“Baby, don’t be like that. I’m sorry I ruined your little bet, but she’s a big girl; you don’t want to get crushed under her.” She giggles, fucking giggles. But fuck, I forgot I told her I needed Ava’s number because of a bet.

“Don’t you ever fucking talk about her like that again.”

“Oh, so noble of you now, Grey Grey. You know as well as I do that you need a woman like me, not that fat ass, to stand by your side.” She flips her hair over her shoulder, as though she made her point, and she’s just waiting for me to agree.

“Felicity, I don’t know what shit you’re smoking, but you and I are never going to be a thing. Fucking never. I told you last year, I told you over the summer, and I’ll fucking tell you again right now. We are nothing, we will never be something, and I need you to leave me and my girl the fuck alone.” I breathe out a heavy breath; my anger rising the longer I’m in her presence.

“Your girl?” she screeches. “You’ve known her for, like, two fucking minutes. And now she, that overweight freshman, is your girl?”

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