Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

I could feel myself falling for Grayson and that scared me.

How was it possible to fall for a man I barely knew in only a matter of days?

My hand slid over his chest, over his heart, and somehow that made it real.

Grayson leaned his face down just the slightest, his gaze full of heat and confidence.

And suddenly, I was faced with the reality that I hadn’t been with anyone in years, and my insecurities got the best of me. My heart racing, my throat tight, my cock aching for release, and sweat forming all along my body where he touched me, mixed with the fact that we weren’t truly alone—and everyone could see us. I panicked.

I pushed away from Grayson, breaking our hold. “I can’t do this, I—”

“Henry…”

“I’m sorry,” I said, flustered as I did the only thing I could think of.

I ran.

What I didn’t expect, was for Grayson to follow me.

Away from the courtyard, the woods were dark. The faint glow from the string lights cast just enough light I could see the tree I almost ran into. I stopped, dropping my hands to my knees as I tried to catch my breath.

“Henry!” Grayson called, and I stood, slowly turning to see the disappointment on his face I knew would be there.

Why did I keep fucking everything up?

Perhaps I was cursed.

Cursed to be a perpetual cockblock to myself for all eternity.

“You are infuriating, do you know that?” Grayson growled.

My eyes widened. “Me?” I snapped back.

He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze dark under the shadows, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Yes you! You push me and pull me, only to push me away when I get too close. I’m tired of playing these games with you, Henry. Tired of wondering if you feel this too. Tell me you don’t and I’ll leave you alone and never ask again.”

“This is not on me!” I hollered back. “You and your constant flirtations are maddening, do you know that!”

“Me? You’re going to pin this on me? Are you insane?” he barked.

“Yeah, I am! Because you tease and taunt me, with your fucking pretty face and your killer body, and… your touch, and… but you don’t have the fucking balls to actually follow through, and do something about it—”

Grayson grabbed my face between his hands, crushing his lips to mine in a brutal flurry.

Every bone in my body stiffened as it took a moment for me to comprehend what had just happened. Almost instantly, I melted in his grip as some switch inside me flipped.

I slid my hands into his hair, gripping his silky locks as I parted my mouth, my tongue stroking his in a desperate attempt to find my footing, my grounding. Grayson’s grip on my face was fierce, and I ground my hips against him, my cock desperate for the friction of his hardness.

Grayson groaned in my mouth as he thrust himself against me, eliciting a deep, satisfied sound to escape my throat.

And then he broke away, his labored breath the only sound I could hear.

“Am I being fucking clear now, Henry?” he growled, his grip on my face easing up slightly as he tried to catch his breath.

“Crystal, Grayson,” I said as I slid my hands out of his hair.

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