Page 60 of Make You Love Me

“Yeah, that’s right Babygirl. Sherri Roberts is Mommy Dearest. At least you got to meet one of my parents before it ended. Jacob is the son she decided to raise. Even though he’s not biologically hers and I am… she chose him over me. She chose that life over me,” I say, pounding my fist on my chest.

“Greyson,” Lottie whispers. Unshed tears fill her eyes as the realization of why I overreacted that day hits her. Covering her mouth with her hands, I can barely hear her say,“Oh my God, Greyson, I had no idea.”

Lottie shakes her head in disbelief as I say, “I know you didn’t.”

The girl I love is still there. She knows my insecurities about my mother and how seeing him there with her that day would get to me. She comes to me and wraps her arms around my waist.

I embrace her. Holding her close I whisper, “I know baby, I just needed time to chill out and get my head on straight. Then I was going to come back and explain it all to you when we were alone. I just needed some time baby.”

As she looks up into my eyes, I continue, “But then, when I came back the next day and Ethel told me you were gone for good… I started to question everything. I know she’s a conniving cunt, so I didn’t trust her word, but then you had me blocked from your phone and social media, so I had no choice but to assume you had a change of heart.”

Looking up at me with her chin resting in the center of my chest, she shakes her head no. Relief floods through me.

She drops her head, putting her forehead where her chin was but all I want is to see her eyes. Leaning back and using my knuckle to tip her chin up to me, I whisper, “Hey, chin up Babygirl.”

That gains me a teary smile as she says, “You don’t know how many times I’ve told myself that over the past few months. Even when I didn’t want your words in my head.”

“Is that what you were telling yourself as you danced tonight? Were you showing off for me? I can’t stand that fucker’s hands on you.” I grab her hips and bring her flush to me again. “Do you want him Lottie?”

“No Grey, I don’t.” She says, biting her bottom lip. I press into her for some relief. My cock has been half-mast since our stare down on the dance floor. Lottie lets out a little moan.

Leaning down, I lick her ear and whisper, “I’ve missed you so damn much. You going to let me kiss you, Stacks?”

Grabbing her ponytail and pulling back slightly to expose her neck to me, I take in her scent as I nip at her. She moans a yes. With no hesitation I move to place my lips on hers. Kissing her like I’ve been wanting to do for so long. Biting her bottom lip, unable to control myself from all the pent up need I have racing through me. She lets my tongue lap hers. Our mouths picking right up where we left off, like there has been no time in between. Lottie’s body responds to mine just like it always has.

Trailing my hand down to the bottom of her dress, I graze along the inside of her thigh. I feel the chill bumps my touch brings to her skin. By the way her kisses become more intense, I take that as my okay to move my hand up to her panties. “Soaked, like always.”

Moving the lace to the side, I groan, remembering the way she tastes. She whimpers into my mouth, “More.” With that I start to fuck her with two of my fingers. I know exactly what she needs to let go completely. Taking my thumb to her clit as I move my mouth down to her tits, I bite her nipple through the fabric of her dress. That has her head falling back.

“Feels so good Grey. Yes… yes.” Looking back up at me, she grinds herself down on my hand, moving in perfect rhythm with me.

“It's been too long since I’ve felt you.” I feel the thrum of her body start to rise.“Fuck yes. Please don’t stop.”

“Never Babygirl, let me hear it. Let them all hear it… come on my hand.” Knowing words always put her over the edge, she starts to spasm, moaning my name as she comes. Feeling her pussy throbbing against my fingers as they're buried inside her has my cock aching for a turn.

I don’t remove my fingers until she pushes me back. My stomach instantly sinks until she drops to her knees and starts unbuckling my jeans.

Oh, fuck yes.

Helping her get my dick out, I feed it into her mouth. “Fuck me, I’ve missed this mouth.” Letting it pop back out, she grabs my cock and licks every inch before slapping it against her tongue and pulling on my balls as she takes me into her mouth. Lottie hasn’t forgotten a single thing I like either. Watching her beautiful face as she looks up at me through lust-filled hazel eyes has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

A knock on the door jolts us both apart. “Shit.” I pull back, making sure the door is locked properly. I don’t want anyone to see her like this.

“We’re good,” I say to Lottie as I walk back to her on her knees. I notice a weird look on her face. A million miles away from the seductive stare she was just giving me with my cock in her mouth.

She stands abruptly. “What the fuck am I thinking?” I try to grab her, confused as hell. “Shit… no, no, no. I’m not ready for this,” she says, looking down at my still hard dick. “You are very capable of getting your dick sucked by other girls whenever you want. I’ve seen the video to prove it…”

Lottie gets out of my hold and has the door opened before I can even comprehend what just happened. “What the fuck, what video?”

“Look Greyson, I’m sorry about the Jacob situation. I truly had no idea. But the fact still remains… I didn’t cheat on you and unfortunately, you can’t say the same.”

I pull my pants up and adjust myself before going after her. “Lottie! I never cheated on you. Don’t run away from me,” I roar as she continues to run down the hallway.

My mind is racing. What is she talking about? I may have my secrets, but that’s certainly not one of them. I would never cheat on her.

By the time I get downstairs, Snow is comforting her as he says, “Okay, let me tell Lucian I’m leaving. Go to my car and I’ll meet you out there.”

I immediately grab his hand that’s on Lottie’s arm and throw it off her. “The fuck? You’re not leaving with him.” My eyes dart between the two of them, settling on her. “You owe me an explanation for what you just accused me of.”

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