All Grown Up

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Peyton's POV

I laid beside Greyson breathing heavily. "It's official. I will not be able to do anything tomorrow until my body is functioning properly again." I smiled.

"Glad to know." He chuckled pecking my lips. "I don't know what it is but something about you being dominant turns me on."

"I know. You broke my handcuffs." I giggled. "And the bruises on my hips and the handprints on my ass are proof."

"We'll get you some more. But now you see I don't like being teased while I'm restricted." I kicked off the high heel ankle boots and took off my socks. Greyson got up and put on sweatpants and a beanie. He picked me up and carried me downstairs. He put me on the couch, picking up his t-shirt.

I put it on and pulled my hair up in a messy bun. "I will try to walk though." I stood up, the room spinning. I stumbled up the stairs, my legs weak. I went in the bedroom and looked at the clothes that scattered the floor.

"How about clubbing?" I looked at Greyson. I shrugged and picked up our clothes.

"Sure." I put our clothes from earlier in the hamper and grabbed clean ones. I walked in the bathroom, Greyson following. "Before we get in the-"

"I won't." He held his hands up in defeat. "I can try to resist." He chuckled, smiling. "Though it will be hard." He pulled me close, pecking my lips. I rolled my eyes and turned on the water. We stepped in. Greyson started trailing kisses from my shoulder. I looked at him and he kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth, my arms snaking around his neck. He pulled me closer, his arms around my waist. I pulled away smiling.

"I love you."

"I love you too." He pecked my lips. I smiled and turned. I washed my hair and body. I stepped out, wrapping a towel around me. I walked to the room and got dressed. "Fuck. Resist the urge. Resist the urge." Greyson whispered to himself, putting on his jeans.

I giggled, hooking my fingers in his belt loops. "Are you okay babe?" I smiled, my hands finding his.

"I'm fine love." He pecked my lips. He looked down at me smiling, water dripping from his hair. "Finish getting ready." I nodded and walked by him. He smacked my ass, chuckling.

"Don't start. Teasing leads to other things." I purposely twisted my hips to tease him. I walked in the bathroom and dried my hair, curling it. I did my makeup and walked in the room. I put on my shoes and jumped on Greyson's back.

"Walking?" I nodded. He walked downstairs and out the door. I jumped down and fixed my shorts.

We got in the club and I dragged him to the bar. "Peyton? Greyson?" I looked and saw Tiffany.

"Oh my god Tiffany!" I hugged her.

"Hey! Oh and I'm sorry about last time. Greyson told me you told him." I blushed nodding.

"It's okay. What are you doing here?" I grabbed a shot, downing it.

"Thinking and drinking. My wife cheated on me with her ex. I got home and she was fucking him on the couch so I packed my shit and left." I nodded slowly. Greyson gave me a drink and I smiled. "Happy Birthday by the way."

"Thanks. You can hang out with us." Greyson sat beside me.

Five drinks in and I was already drunk. "That guy keeps staring." I slurred looking at the creepy looking guy. Greyson was in the bathroom and a creep was watching me.

"I am so sorry to do this." I looked at Tiffany and she kissed me. She pulled away and I looked at where the guy was. He stumbled over to a blonde and her friends. "Again I'm really sorry."