Gold Rush

bang, bang, bang

*slight smut warning😜😜*

:* ୨୧ Gracelyn ୨୧ :*

April 16, 2005

My head was resting on Johnnys chest, his arm was wrapped around my upper body and his other was playing with a strand of my hair.

I should've been completely relaxed, but I wasn't, because we were in my bed at my house.

My parents were out, but my stomach was still churning. I didn't let anyone meet my parents, and Johnny would be no different.

"Have you been cleared to wank yet?" I asked, my eyes meeting the steel blue ones I'd loved nearly my entire life.

"Jesus, Gracie." He laughed, his dimples making an appearance. "That's definitely one way to start a conversation."

"It's a very important question, Jonathan." I grinned, "so, answer it seriously, please and thank you."

"Yeah, I have been," he attempted to bite back the smirk that grew on his lips.

"Oh, really," I smirked, moving to straddle his hips. "This is the best news I've heard all year."

His hands tightened around my waist, his touch immediately bringing the familiar feel of heat to my core.

"The best news wasn't finding out I'm in love with you?" His eyebrows raised and his tone was playful.

"No, this definitely beats that," I giggled, sliding my hands under his shirt—something I'd wanted to do since I was thirteen years old.

My hands connected with his smooth tanned skin and I let them trail along the hard ridges of his abdomen.

Thank god for the creation of abs.

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about this every night for the past three years." I dipped my finger under the waistband of his jocks and bit down on my lip.

"Fuck." He slid his hands down to my hips. His voice came out strangled, like he was trying to hold back a moan, and that only encouraged me.

"Don't blow your load yet, baby." I chuckled, leaning down to kiss him.

I continued to trace along the waistband of his jocks, him hardening underneath me made a smile pull at my lips. His tongue brushed mine, causing a moan to escape me.

One of his hands moved to my thigh, giving it a firm squeeze, while the other tangled in my hair. The lad knew what he was doing, there was no doubt about it.

The pulse in between my legs increased when the hand on my thigh moved achingly close to the spot I needed it most. He moved his thumb in slow, torturous circles, causing my hips to rock against him.

"Fuck, Gracie." He groaned, his grip on my thigh tightening. "I'm losing my mind here, baby."

"Hmm?" I hummed, continuing to grind against him. "Tell me what you want then."

"You." His hand moved from my hair to my jaw. "Always you."

"Say it again."

"I want you, Gracelyn."

"You've got me."

"I need you."

"Good boy." I smirked, moving to undo the drawstring on his grey sweats.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Gracelyn?" My mam's voice came from outside my door.

I froze—actually froze—like a deer in headlights. Johnny looked at me, wide eyed and flushed.

"Shit," I mouthed. "Fuck!" Running a hand through my hair I whispered, "I think you'll be meeting my mam."

"Give me a minute here," he gestured to the obvious hard on he was sporting.

"You've not got a minute."

This is a nightmare.

Jumping off of Johnnys lap, I quickly fixed my hair and threw open the door. "Um, mam, don't freak out, but I have a fella over."

Her eyes widened, moving to my bed that Johnny was now sitting on the edge of.

"Hello," he offered my mam a smile and a wave.

"Hi," she returned the smile. "Grace," she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Your father is downstairs."

Shit.

I'm so dead. He's going to lose his shit and then Johnny is going to lose his. This would be a blood bath, one that I was hoping to avoid.

"Sorry um?" Mam looked to Johnny who was looking at me.

"Johnny." I filled in the gap.

"Right, Johnny," she nodded. "I think it'd be best if you left. We've got some family issues to chat about."

Johnny opened his mouth and I knew he was about to tell her off, that's who he was. But I looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to give it up.

"Uh, right," he nodded, awkwardly standing up from my bed.

"I'll walk you to the door," I swallowed down my fear, leading him down the stairs.

He shot my mam another half-assed smile and trailed after me. "It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Monroe."

"You too, Johnny." My mam's eyes glimmered with worry and that only made my anxiety worsen.

We were two steps from the front door when my father called out, "Gracelyn? Is that you?"

Fuck my life.

"Um, yeah," I cringed, trying my best to not meet Johnnys eyes.

My father appeared in the hallway, his gaze immediately shooting to Johnny. "Who are you?"

"I'm Johnny Kavanagh," he held out a hand for my dad to shake. My father responded with a grunt, refusing the hand.

"One of 'em posh rugby fellas, she's always hanging around." Dad sneered, the familiar flash of evil appearing in his eyes.

"Johnny has to go," I blurted out, attempting to push the six foot three giant out of my house. When he didn't budge I glared at him, "Johnny."

"Right..." He hesitated, his eyes shooting daggers at my father. "I'll be going."

Once he was outside, I moved to close the door in his face but he stopped it with his hand. "Is everything okay?"

Help me.

"Yeah," I swallowed. "It's all grand, Johnny."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure."