Vin continued to look off toward the TV.
“Vin?” McAvoy prompted.
“Yeah. It’s about the f**king music.”
“So, go get laid, blow off some steam, whatever you need. But when we step onto that stage, this shit never happened.”
Chapter 32: Aribel
Grant stormed back into the room like a thundercloud. Our breakfast had been forgotten in the midst of Vin and Miller’s fight. He slammed the door closed behind him, scooped me up like I weighed nothing, and tossed me back onto the bed. I bounced once and then lay flat.
“Are you turning into a caveman on me?”
“Is this some new thing?” he asked, yanking his shirt over his head.
“I suppose not. Are you pissed about Sydney?” I could tell he was, but I wanted him to talk to me about it.
“I knew she’d f**king be trouble on this trip the moment she called and asked me to take her with me. She’s a f**king mess—bed-hopping, wearing those ridiculous clothes, acting like a dumb slut.” He shook his head in frustration. “She’s actually a really smart girl. Full scholarship to the University of Tennessee, straight A’s, on the f**king Dean’s list. She’s just a f**k-up in her personal life.”
“Doesn’t sound like anyone else I know.”
Grant turned his dark eyes on me, and his whole body softened. “Nah. I’m not as smart as Sydney.”
“You wouldn’t say you f**ked up your personal life?”
“Last I checked, you’re in my bed, Ari. I’m a f**k-up, that’s for f**king sure, but I must have done something right because you’re here. Or maybe I’m a real f**k-up, and you deserve someone better than me.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he even realized what he’d said.
A part of me knew that he felt that way, but still, I didn’t think he’d actually meant it.
“I think you’re spouting off stuff that you don’t mean,” I whispered, grabbing his hand.
“How do you know I don’t mean that?”
“Because you don’t.”
He didn’t say anything. Up until we’d gotten involved, I would have thought the very same thing. Actually, I’d spit that at him when he first pursued me.
“You’re just worked up about the argument. I can think of better things to take your frustration out on other than yourself.”
His eyebrows shot up, and a small smirk crept onto his face. “I have a feeling I like where this is going.” He crawled onto the bed after me.
“If Vin was instructed to f**k Cheyenne all afternoon to get over the argument, I think it’s only fair that you take your own advice.”
“You want me to f**k your friend?” he asked with that mischievous glint in his eye.
“Yes, I want you to ruin your relationship and the band all in one swoop,” I said sarcastically.
Grant just laughed and then rolled me underneath him. “I believe you’re asking me to f**k you.”
“I didn’t—”
“Ask me.”
“Ask you what?” I played coy.
“Ask me to f**k you.” He leaned over and nipped at my ear. “Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you want.”
I squirmed underneath him. There was no way I could do that. I was…not that kind of person. Now, I didn’t mind it when he would talk dirty to me while we were in the middle of our escapades. Actually, it usually really turned me on.
I tried to force them out, but the words stuck in my mouth from embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you,” Grant teased. “Do you want me to eat you out, suck on your clit, finger-fuck your pu**y?”
My whole body flushed at that word. His lips trailed down my throat.
“Do you want me to spread you wide? Do you want me to slide my c**k deep inside you? Tell me what you want, love.”
My breathing was heavy as he started circling his hips against me. God, even through his jeans, I could feel him getting turned on.
“I want you,” I whispered.
“To f**k you.”
I swallowed hard. “I want you to f**k me, Grant.”
There was no hesitation on his end. He didn’t even ask me if I was still sore, which I was, but at this point, I just didn’t care. I was pretty sure I’d suffer for this later, but damn, I wanted him.
Grant grabbed my head, and our lips met with an intensity and ferocity that had been missing in our gentle embrace last night. He kissed me like a starving man with his first morsel of food, like a heroine addict getting his next hit, like a reigning boxing champion clamoring for his next fight. I was his drug of choice, and he was using me to feed his addiction.
Our lips moved against each other, tongues twisting and massaging. His teeth latched onto my bottom lip and dragged it back toward him.
I couldn’t get enough. I needed his touch. I needed him pressed against me. I needed us to be connected like this.
We quickly removed the remainder of our clothing, and Grant slipped on a condom. His hands found the backs of my legs, and he dragged me out flat on the bed. Our bodies were aching for each other.
He went in easier this time even if it hurt like a bitch. I bit my bottom lip hard and tried to push the pain back. Oh God, nope. It still felt like he was tearing me open. I took a few deep breaths as he filled me all the way.
He started moving sooner than he had last time, and I found that the more he slid in and out of me, the less I noticed the pain. Actually, all I was starting to notice was the pleasure rushing up my body and spreading to my fingertips, causing me to clench the covers and curl my toes.
“Fuck, Ari,” Grant groaned, leaning his body over me.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
“I should slow down,” he said reluctantly.
I shook my head. Yes, he should slow down, but no, I didn’t want him to. I didn’t have to tell him twice about that either. Grant pulled one of my legs up and leaned forward into it. My eyes widened. I hadn’t thought that he would be able to get deeper, but clearly, that was not the case.
My head tilted back into the pillow. My world was spinning. Pain mixed with pleasure in a way I’d never experienced and had no way of explaining. Grant was moving not too fast but not slow either, and all I could feel was the energy building inside me.
“Grant,” I moaned.
My walls tightened all around him, and I couldn’t hold back the release rocking my body. I dug my fingers into the duvet and felt like I was ripping through the material.