more for us | grayson dolan (book two)

fourteen

A low moan escapes my lips as Grayson's hot mouth gently grazes across my collarbone. I grip onto his bare, muscular back as my eyes tightly shut. His hand moves over my bra, caressing it lightly. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as a lustful sigh escapes my mouth.

As he starts to kiss down my stomach, my eyes slowly open. I glance at the digital clock on the cable box. 3:23.

"I need to go." I groan while looking down at him.

"No, baby." He mumbles over my skin. "We were just getting to the fun part."

"We shouldn't have spent so much time making out. God, what is wrong with us?" I flash him a teasing grin.

"You always want to go slow. That is not my fault." He says before placing his hands on my hips.

"Grayson." I gulp as he goes to unbutton my jeans.

"We can make it quick." He looks up at me with a smirk.

"I have to go meet Carter."

"Fuck Carter." He scoffs before widening his eyes, realizing what he just said. "No, I mean, don't actually fuck him. I mean-"

"Dolan, I don't have time for your nonsense." I groan while rising to my feet.

"Oh my god, we turned into those old boring couples who barely have time for sex." He collapses onto our bed while I grab my shirt and put it back on.

"Classes have been kicking my ass lately." I put on my socks, followed by my boots.

"Even more reason to destress." He flashes me his cutest smile.

"I don't want to be late. Crap." I glance at the clock while hurrying to grab my school bag. Grayson rises to his feet and puts his t-shirt back on.

"I'm sure he'll understand." He nods while opening the door.

"Do you want to meet me on campus after I'm done with my rehearsal with him?" I ask as we both exit our room, making our way down the long staircase.

"Of course. Text me when I should leave."

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, my eyes latch onto Lanie and Ethan sitting at the kitchen table. Five large packs of colored pencils scatter the glass, along with multiple pieces of oak tag paper. Fashion magazines and art supplies are messily placed around them.

"Damn, you guys are working hard." Grayson lets out a laugh.

Ethan looks up with a longing sigh. "We've been at this for five hours. My eyes and hands are killing me."

"Stop being a baby. Hand me the hot glue gun." Lanie nods her head.

"Anything for you, sweetheart." Ethan sarcastically responds before mouthing the words 'help me' to Grayson and I.

"I'm struggling to find the right colors for these pieces." Lanie groans while finally making eye contact with me.

"Everything looks great so far." I try to sneak a peek at her design.

"No looking! It's nowhere close to being finished. I still need to go get the supplies to actually make everything. I feel like my head is going to explode."

"Just breathe, babe." Ethan inhales a deep breath.

"Well, I need to go." I announce.

"To meet Carter, right?" Ethan eyes me before glancing at Grayson.

"Yeah, he's going to tell me what song we're singing for the showcase." I look down at my phone and see it's 3:41. "Fuck, I need to leave." I quickly turn around and place a kiss on Grayson's lips.