Chapter 85

Following our sleep-over schedule, tonight I was staying at Lexi's house.

But her father was a shark, and Lexi and I had definitely broken his no-fornication rule—not in his house—but it was still broken.

And I was kind of dreading whatever might happen tonight. Because so far, it seemed like Michael Grayson could just give me one look and know absolutely everything.

So yeah. Worried was an understatement. 

Since Lexi had drove to school, we got back to her house in our respective cars, and Lexi got home first.

When I walked in her house, she walked out of the living room, greeting me while I took my coat and shoes off.

I was trying to peek around her to see if her father was there watching is hidden away in a corner.

My girlfriend frowned at me. "What are you doing?"

"Is your dad home?" I asked, my voice low, looking around.

"No. And he's probably going to be late. He left money for us to order food. With the snowstorm, he's gotten more work."

I wasn't going to be fooled that easily. Maybe he wasn't here right now, but I wouldn't put it past him to have cameras everywhere in the house.

"Are you sure this is not just some kind of tactic? And that he's actually hidden in a closet to catch us unaware?"

"Why? Are you doing anything that could anger my sweet father?" Tyler asked, walking up to us.

I almost jumped up, startled by his sudden appearance. 

Shit. Trust the Baby-Shark to snitch. Him and his father probably had some other bet going on about us that I absolutely did not want to know about.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Your father is sniffing for blood and just looking for once reason to pounce."

Tyler gapped, pressing a hand to his chest. "My father is a gentle soul who wishes only happiness for his two children."

I rolled my eyes and pointed out, "Your father has three kids."

"MY FATHER IS A GENTLE SOUL WHO WISHES ONLY HAPPINESS FOR HIS TWO CHILDREN."

"What do you guys want to eat?" Lexi asked, ignoring Tyler's random outburst completely. It was not an uncommon occurrence.

"A nice little truth sandwich. Why is Blake twitchy like he's trying to smuggle coke up his ass across the borders?" Tyler asked his sister.

"I am not twitchy," I stated.

Lexi made a face. "You're a lil twitchy."

How could she throw me under the us like that? And how was she this calm cool and confident. For all she knew her father was about to pop out from a whole in the ceiling and make us listen to a home-birth video to deter us from having sex again.

"Did you have a deeply disturbing homo erotic dream staring me Blake?" Tyler asked with a smug smile. "Are you finally going to admit your true feelings?"

I glared at him and started to put my shoes back on. "I think I'm going to go home."

"Blake Eaton, get back here," Lexi ordered, and I was a whipped boyfriend, so of course I complied.

"He never denied the homo erotic dream," the youngest Grayson pointed out smugly.

I sighed, annoyed. "I have not been having dreams about you Tyler. Homo erotic or not."

"Can you guys stop saying homo erotic, please?" Lexi whined.

Tyler smirked. "Only if Blake fesses up about whatever is making him look like a criminal in our house."

Lexi just rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone, while walking out of the room. "I'm ordering pizza, you guys deal with this on your own."

"So? Tell me your secrets Blakina," Tyler said in a hushed tone.

"I don't have secrets. I'm just hungry and tired."

"Uh huh. Sure. Yes. Of course."

I ignored him and went to join my girlfriend.

Luckily for me, Tyler was an easily distracted boy with the attention span of a goldfish, so he left us alone, and went back to his room to play video games.

Once we were alone in the kitchen, Lexi hissed at me, "Stop looking guilty. As far as my father and brother are concerned we've already been having sex like wild rabbits anyway. I have too many boxes of condoms at this point."

"No, no, I feel like this was just a tactic to turn you off actually having sex. This was a mind game and your father was winning it. He acted like we were having sex, but he knows we weren't."

"You're thinking about this too much," Lexi said, running a hand over my chest.

I took a step back making x signs with my arms, protecting my chest. "Don't touch me woman,"

Lexi rolled her eyes, taking a step forward. "Calm down. My father isn't even here."

I wasn't convinced. "His spirit always haunts this house, whether he's here or not."

"This is giving too much power to my father how is mostly out of it."

"He's not out of it. He's a super spy."

Lexi rolled her eyes again, heading back to the living room. "Ridiculous."

The pizza arrived later, and Tyler joined us to eat. We all spread in the living room while eating right out of the box while putting a random TV show on.

I stayed far from Lexi, which looked very unimpressed with me.

A couple of hours later, when Tyler was back in his room, Michael Grayson got back from work.

Lexi went to greet him to tell, and to tell him about the leftover pizza.

I tried to stay far away enough from him that he wouldn't be able to read my face, but not too far that it would cause suspicion, while also not being too weird that Tyler would catch something.

Seriously, I did not realize that the exhausting part of having sex with Lexi would be making sure to keep it from her father.

I kept my greeting short and as normal as possible when we crossed paths, and generally just second guess any and every possible interactions.

I also essentially did everything I could think of to not be alone in a room with Lexi once her dad was home.

Because Lexi absolutely did not fear her Shark of a father enough.

When time for bed came around, I actually contemplated sleeping on the couch. But that would be even more suspicious, so I went to bed with Lexi, but kept my distances.

Which pissed my Pumpkin off.

"Why are you suddenly acting like I have the bubonic plague?" Lexi asked, once we were under the covers, in the dark, side by side.

"You're being a lil dramatic," I replied quietly, while contemplating making a pillow barrier between us. "If you had bubonic plague I'd be throwing you in a ditch far away. What I'd been doing is making sure I see the sun for another day."

"Relax, will you," Lexi whispered, lying on her side, while looking at me. "Contrary to what you believe, my father is not omnipotent."

"I wouldn't put it past him."

"Stop being a party pooper," Lexi replied, and expertly slipped her hand up my shirt.

I took it out just as quickly. "I will sleep on the floor, I swear to god."

"Seriously?" she pouted.

"Seriously."

"So what? Only PG rating stuff at my house now?" she whined.

"A quick peck is all you're allowed."

"You think you can resist me?" she asked, while slowly snuggling closer.

I pressed a finger to her forehead, slightly pushing her away with a n amused smile. "Absolutely not. That's why I'm saying a quick peck is all that's allowed."

"You think you can deny me my daily chest licks?" she asked, affronted.

"Chest is off limits under the Grayson roofs."

"That's illegal," she told me, sounding appalled, "I have daily visitations rights."

"You are owed no chest contacts."

Lexi shook her head at me, and then laid beside me on her back, not looking my way anymore, but staring at the ceiling, contemplative. "If someone had told me six months ago that I would be the one to beg Blake Eaton to let me lick his chest and he'd be saying no, I never would have believed it."

"This is for our own good."

"Don't you want to close the distance between us?" she asked softly. I did not answer, so she continued. "Don't you want to do it again?"

I swallowed loudly. This was not a question of wanting. This was a security matter. I did not want to get murdered by her dad.

"In my room with a lock, in my house Shark free," I replied.

"I'm going to have to move in to your house."

"Absolutely not. That'll definitely tell on us. We need to stay the same and keep the same routine."

"I feel like if I can get both of our shirts off, you'll be singing a very different tune."

"Keep your clothes on," I warned.

"You're no fun."

"I love you too."

"Sure. Love you. I'd love you a whole lot more on top of me though."

My hand automatically over her mouth to shut her up. She spoke that way too loudly for my taste. Or sanity.

Lexi, of course, took the opportunity to lick my palm, which I jerked back in surprise.

Which was clearly her plan, because she pressed her lips to mine in a quick, but heated kiss.

And as much as I'd been drilling Lexi about keeping her distance from me, the truth was I was mostly doing that because I knew how little self control I had when it came to my girlfriend.

My face was still over hers, my hands on both sides of hers.

She grinned, at me, seeing my resolve burst into flames before I even had time to admit defeat and pressed my lips back to hers.

She'd won.

A little too easily.

The problem was I had never wanted her to lose.

I pinned her body down with mine, while our shirts came off.

Our kissed was urgent, our bodies remembering exactly how two nights ago had felt.

I needed her. Now.

All thoughts of no-fornication rules were completely forgotten.

My hand slipped inside her panties, my fingers knowing exactly where to go. It always drove me wild when I was met with wetness before having to do anything.

It sent me over the edge to know she was as turned on by me as I was by her.

My lips left hers and stopped at her breasts on their way down, while Lexi's breaths were getting ragged.

She moved her hips, working against my fingers.

I kept my lips trailing down, leaving kisses and licks down, heading for the sweet spot.

As soon as my tongue touched her most sensitive spot, Lexi let out the most quiet of moans, but her hands went right to her mouth and she slightly jerked back.

"Wait, wait, no, stop, I take it back," Lexi hissed at me, sitting up.

I sat back too, confused, my mind half crazed with want. "What?"

"I take it back. The Shark will know," she replied.

We looked at each other, quiet in the dark. She was serious.

I let myself fall back beside my girlfriend on her bed. "Ohmygod, kill me now."

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Happy Monday my little Pumpkins!

Hehehe. ;)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was a little longer than the last one. I'm trying to channel more of my I Sold chapters energy. I'm not saying I'll be uploading 10 pages chapters anytime soon, but at least something closer to 1800-1900 words rather than 1200. 

Also, there are probably a lot of mistakes, but I was absolutely not tipsy enough to re-read this chapter, so this is what you get. Anyway, it's not like I'm getting paid for uploading on Wattpad, so this is what un-paid work looks like. XD

Alrighty. Back to writing. My work schedule changed, so now I work on Mondays, so that means I need to go to sleep soon if I don't want to be miserable when I wake up in the morning. 

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