jumped. The rumor that Edward or his friend or both of them…
Oh, my God.
I shot my eyes over to A.P., seeing him chat with Banks, both of them deep in discussion, and I turned to Will, wide-eyed. “A.P.?” I blurted out, gesturing to his grandfather.
William Aaron Paine Grayson, Sr.
The corner of Will’s lips turned up. “Well, you’ll never be bored with me, at least, right?”
I gaped at him, but then…a laugh escaped, not sure how to react to anything anymore, especially after the events of tonight.
Jesus Christ. After helping Damon bury a body, getting kidnapped, making the great train escape, and everything that went down tonight, I supposed a sixty-year-old murder mystery could sit for another evening or two more.
Bored, he’d said.
No, Will Grayson. That was one problem you and I would never have.
Emory
Present
“So, you want a honeymoon?” Will asked, caressing my arm as he held me in his arms.
“If you want.”
His body shook under me with a laugh. “That sounds enthusiastic.”
I grinned, slipping my hand up his shirt as we laid on a pile of canvas cloth on the floor behind the stage. The catwalk loomed above us, wires, ropes, and cords dangling every which way, and I couldn’t even remember what the movie was about last night, because both times we tried to watch it, we just wanted to watch each other instead. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
“I’m not in a hurry to leave again if you want to wait.” I nestled into his warm body. “I just want you right now. The Eiffel Tower or the Mayan ruins or whatever you have planned would just go to waste on me when I only want this.”
We’d been apart too long, and I was in need.
Sliding my leg over his body, my jeans somewhere on the floor and my bra who-knew-where, I climbed up his body as his hands slipped up my thighs and gripped my ass.
“Maybe stay here and take a tour of the Bell Tower and the cemetery,” I taunted, kissing those tattoos on his arm and chest. “Do some climbing and have a tasting of the best cuisine Thunder Bay has to offer.” I bit his nipple, tugging it and then licking it. “Lots of tastings.”
He shivered and smiled, bringing me up and kissing my mouth. All I wanted to see in the world right now was him sweaty, him wet, him walking naked from our bed to the shower, him tied up underneath me…
He put his arms behind his head as I kissed his body and rubbed him everywhere.
“I’m putting a down payment on my old house,” I told him, nibbling his neck and breaking the news while he was weak. “We don’t have to live there. I’m just not ready to lose it yet.”
When I saw it was for sale, I sent Alex to the realtor after the dress shop, so my brother wouldn’t know it was me buying it. I still might sell it. I just didn’t want to lose it before I was ready.
He stopped me, looking down as his thumbs rubbed circles on my face. “It has so many bad memories, Em.”
I know. But…
“I’m not giving him that power,” I told my husband. “That’s my family’s home. My grandmother grew up there. My mother and I did, as well.”
That house was more than just Martin.
He gazed into my eyes, and after a moment, nodded. “Okay.”
I dipped down and kissed him on the lips, soft, slow, and deep as I grinded on him through his jeans.
He gasped, chuckling. “Oh, baby. As much as I don’t want you dressed, I need to eat.” He groaned as I kept going. “Can you stay here? I’ll go grab us some bagels and coffee or something?”
At the mention of bagels, my stomach growled.
Shit. Food would actually be good, but I didn’t want him to leave me.
“I’ll come with you,” I said, looking down at him.
“Yeah?” He shot up and gave me a peck on the lips. “All right, let’s go.”
We threw on our clothes from last night, and I was kind of anxious to get to the hospital and check on Alex, and check in with the police to make sure there was nothing hanging over our heads regarding Martin.
It still hadn’t hit me yet, except for the slight thump in my chest when I thought about them going over that cliff. I should be wrecked, right?
For some reason, I didn’t hate him.
But there was that tear in the membrane again, my emotions