Complicated

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The night had finally come to an end and Caroline was leaving the Grey’s home, but before she left, she took Chris towards the door and whispered something in his ear. He didn’t reply or move; he stood there and watched her go.

Before I could ask Chris anything, Melody pulled me upstairs to her room. It was all white, except there was a small strip of pink all around the room. There was a bed centered in the middle and the comforter on the bed matched the curtains, a pale pink color. She sat down on her bed as I viewed the certificates and awards around her room. She saw what my eyes were looking at and spoke, “My parents made sure we all knew how to play an instrument and speak a different language. We’ve been doing that since we were little, I started playing the violin at the age of five, and by then, Chris was almost a pro at playing the piano”

“What did Eric decide to learn?” I asked, realizing she left out her oldest brother.

“The guitar. Though our parents wanted him to learn the cello or piano or violin or any other string instrument, other than the guitar, he just couldn’t let go of the guitar”

“And they let him continue?”

“Yeah. But I was always interested in the violin. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because my mom always made me listen to classical music and I loved listening to the violin playing gently in the background” She shrugged her shoulders.

“So what language did you learn?” I asked, knowing she said all three siblings learned a language and a musical instrument.

“I learned French, and so did Chris. Eric, on the other hand, learned German” She replied, shaking her head in dismay, and I laughed at her expression. I could tell Eric wasn’t like the other Grey’s and maybe that’s the reason their parents wanted to give Chris the business, and not Eric. I shaked the thought out of my head and sat down on the bed next to Melody and she went on and on about the Eurotrip she’d soon be taking.

After twenty minutes of Melody talking about the different places and attraction sites they’d be visiting, there was a gentle knock on the door and in came Chris.

“I’ve been looking for you” He said as he came next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“Your sister was telling me about her Eurotrip and she told me you play the piano and know how to speak French”

“Oh really now?” He sent me a smirk as his hand dropped from my shoulders onto my back.

“Why don’t you have a piano at your place. If you know how to play, shouldn’t you have one?” I asked, as I leaned my back into his touch.

“I can always get one” He replied as he gently kissed my head. “Come” He said as he held out his hand for me.

“Where are we going?”

“I want to show you around” He crooked his head towards the door and led me out, but before leaving, I hugged Melody and sent her a goodbye.

Chris walked around his parents’ home and led me down the hall, pointing to Eric’s bedroom and his parents’ room. We walked a bit further down the hall and entered his childhood room. The room wasn’t as bright as Melody’s, but it did share a few similar characteristics. The room was painted entirely in gray with a small strip of navy blue around the room, and there was a bed in the center of the room. Just like Melody’s, the comforter of the bed matched the curtains, blue with white droplets.

As I viewed the room, I didn’t even notice Chris or what he was doing. He was standing behind me, staring at me as I scanned his room. I noticed a pile of pictures on the desk and when I made my way towards them, he stopped me by grabbing my arm and shook his head.

“What are they?” I asked him.

“Nothing” He replied.

“Then why can’t I see them?”

“It’s nothing of your importance MacKayla. Besides,” he dropped his hand from my arm to my hand and led me towards his bed.

When we were at the edge of his bed, he turned me around and his fingers went to the zipper of my dress, and he gently unzipped it as he left soft kisses along my jaw and neck. The dress reached the ground. He spun me around and his mouth came on mine, quickly. His hands reached my back and he unstrapped my bra and it fell down to my dress. His hands trailed down my back and stopped as he reached my behind. His mouth left mine and and he stared at me with the same look he stared at me with when we were in his car together for the first time.

He attached his lips to mine once more, but slowly trailed them down. He went down to my neck, chest, and down until he reached my panties. He kissed me on top of them, and then slowly, he removed them and I shimmied out of them, making them fall down with the rest of my clothing. He, then, softly blew on me, making me throw my head back. I wanted to moan but I bit my tongue to stop myself. He hasn’t even put his hands on me, but yet he can do so much. He softly dropped me on his bed and opened up my legs. I realized he was still fully clothed, and here I was completely exposed.

His head came in between my legs and he blew once more before slowly inserting one finger into me. He started moving his fingers at a slow pace and attached his lips to my clit. I grabbed a hold of his hair and made him go in faster, and I realized a moan that I was holding in for far too long. I felt him smile against me as he went in faster. I wanted to scream, but we weren’t alone in his home. His sister was just down the hall and the rest of his family were downstairs. I threw back my head and bit my tongue to hold in my screams.

Chris kept going at me and as soon as I was about to reach my high, he took out his fingers.

“What the -?” I almost screamed but I stopped as soon as Chris entered into me. I didn’t realize when he removed his pants, but somewhere along the pleasure, he was able to do so.

As soon as he was fully into me, he started thrusting into me at a fast pace. He didn’t even ease into it; he just kept going in. He attached his lips to mine as he kept thrusting into me. I moaned into his mouth and felt him smirk against my mouth.

“Chris…” I whispered, shaking as I felt my high coming closer.

“Let it go” He spoke through clenched teeth, and I let go. I released myself on Chris as he came right after.

We were both fully dressed and I had just re-done my hair so it didn’t look like I just got fucked. We were heading downstairs, where we saw Eric and Mr. Grey chatting away about fishing. Mrs. Grey was telling Melody to start packing up soon. When we reached the bottom step, Mrs. Grey looked our way and walked to us.

“MacKayla, it was a pleasure having you over for dinner tonight. You must come again soon” She said as she wrapped her arms around me and brought me into a warm hug.

Next came Melody, “We have to meet up before I leave for Europe. Maybe for lunch sometime?” She asked.

“Sure. When are you leaving?”

“Next week” She chirped happily.

“Okay, so maybe sometime this week we can meet up”

“That sounds great. I’ll text you more about it later”

We said our goodbyes and headed out. When we were in the car, Chris turned to me and asked, “So where now - your home or mine?” He smirked.