Gold Rush

doing the impossible*

A/N

okay this chapter has smut!! from now on i'm copying ash and putting a * in the title of chapters with smut!! so look out for that and feel free to skip this if you don't like smut!

:* ୨୧ Gracelyn ୨୧ :*

"How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things"

April 21, 2005

Since my dad had hit me, I was somewhat skittish. When he entered the room, I noticed my pulse increase and my knees weaken. The sound of his voice made me jump and I felt as if I were walking on egg shells around him.

I'd also thoroughly embarrassed myself—which was rare for me—when I'd ran away from Johnny like a complete lunatic. I just couldn't deal with the topic of my father. Johnny had caught on, he'd figured out my biggest secret and I wasn't ready for that.

I wanted to distract my buzzing mind, but the task felt impossible. In my eyes it was either drink or have sex, and the latter seemed a lot more fun. Edel and John were out, Declan was at hurling and Addy was rehearsing which left an empty house.

It was somewhat perfect, except for the fact Johnny and I weren't on the best of terms.

He was on his way home from rugby, so I took this time to prepare. I dimmed the lighting, lit a candle and stripped down to my perfectly selected lilac bra and underwear. Johnny had told me I looked pretty in lilac when I was thirteen, and the comment stuck with me.

I moved to his bedside locker and yanked open the drawer, smirking when I spotted an unopened box of condoms. He was obviously thinking about sex if he had these, and the fact they were unopened meant they weren't used with anyone else.

Closing it, I dropped down onto his bed and attempted to lay in a sexy position. He'd be home any minute, I knew this because I'd had his schedule memorized since I was twelve years old. It had remained pretty consistent throughout the years, only changing slightly here and there.

I ran a hand through my hair, fluffing it up and making sure it was neat. When the door to his bedroom swung open less than a minute later, my heart began beating rapidly.

I watched as he tossed his gear bag onto the ground. His hair was damp, obviously due to him showering after training. He was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, looking like one of my fantasies.

When his gaze landed on me he froze. His eyes met mine, a flash of heat running through me. He slowly trailed his eyes down my body, savoring every inch with a small smirk pulling at his lips.

"Gracie, what are you—"

"Are you going to stand there and stare or come kiss me?" I grinned, feigning confidence.

I was a confident person, I always had been, but being under Johnny's gaze made me flustered. He had some foreign affect on me, that made my stomach flip and my cheeks flush. He made his way over to the bed, dropping down beside me.

"Are you nervous?" I hummed, meeting his gaze with mine.

"I'm not..." He inhaled a breath, and scrubbed a hand over his face. "I don't really know what's going on here, Gracie. I mean, the other day you ran away from me and now you're here wanting to hook up?"

I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest in the process. I felt like an eejit. I didn't want to talk about my dad, I didn't want to talk about my life. I just wanted him to take away my pain. I wanted him to replace it with pleasure.