The Way I Loved You

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter 27 (this is a double update! so make sure to have read Chapter 26 before this one)

Warning: Sexual Content in this chapter! Read at your own risk and don't get caught *wink wink*

"Before I knew it, my fist landed on his face." He continued.

I didn't know what to feel. What to say.

He defended me.

He could've agreed, and laughed or he could've let it be. But no, why didn't he want those words to leave that mans face? Why would it matter to him?

I was still in between his legs, and his face was still lifted to mine.

His raven hair was a mess, and his tattoos looked attractive up close. I don't know anymore. The tension in this bathroom could cut through anything.

Our eyes were fixated on each other. His hazel right eye and that deep blue left eye.

If you'd tell me months ago that I'll be in this bathroom, taking care of Grayson Richards bruise, I would've died of laughter.

"Why do you care what he says about me?" I said softly.

I felt both his hands lift up as it settled on the back of my thigh. My heart was beating so fast, you'd be able to hear it. Heat travels to my cheeks.

"Madisyn," my name from his lips, the way he said it so deeply. "If I told you, I'd kill every guy who dares to talk about you that way, what do you think that means?"

My breathing hitches.

His jaw clenches, "Mads, if a motherfucker touches you in any way, I'm not stopping myself to commit a crime."

"You shouldn't care that much, Gray." His hands on the back of my thigh tightens. My fingers tangle around his hair. His eyes darken.

"I know how to take care of myself."

"And what I said doesn't mean I'm doubting you." He responds.

"You can't say shit like what you said— because I'll believe you, and I shouldn't."

I have no idea what the fuck is happening, but right now— I'm not thinking anymore.

Grayson immediately stood up, towering over me with his hands still on my thigh as he carries me on the counter. He stands between my legs, my arm on his shoulder as I softly grunt.

"Now is that so bad, Mads?" His voice was so attractively deep. And I was fucking attracted, whatever is happening down there is a complete waterpark.

I slid near him until I felt the bulge that was growing, as he grunts.

God, before I knew it, I slammed my lips on his and I don't know why, or how it was possible, but everything felt so good.

He slid his tongue on my top lip as his hand softly grips the back of my head, I tilt up. Grayson's mouth moving to my neck and softly sucking.

It felt so good that I rolled my eyes.

I moan, "Fuck. This isn't right, Gray." I say under my breath.

I grip his hair tighter making him grunt.

He suddenly pulls apart from me, leaning on the wall just in front of me. His hair a mess, his lips pink and his dick hard.

We both stare into each other's eyes, full of lust, out of breath.

A lot is going through my head, and none of it makes sense. But one thing's for sure— I want this now.