Always On My Mind
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Author: Bella Andre
“You’re an awesome bed,” she said as she slowly flexed and stretched her limbs one at a time over him, which brought every inch of his body completely awake. “I make a pretty good blanket, don’t I?”
He loved the way she woke up with a smile. “Not just good. Amazing. ”
“I know I am,” she said with a teasing grin as she rested her chin on her hand and gazed down at him from where she was perched over his chest. “Now tell me, is it my sparkling personality, my wicked hot moves in the sack, or my deft hand with pig feed that’s got you in raptures this morning?”
He knew he should just grin back, continue her teasing. But he hadn’t awakened with a woman in his bed in three years—especially not one this beautiful, this giving—and he couldn’t think of one thing he’d done to deserve it now.
“How can you forgive me again and again for what I’ve said to you? For the way I’ve acted?” In his experience, forgiveness was the hardest thing of all.
Her hand immediately moved to stroke his cheek, her eyes softening as she looked down at him. “My brothers and sister and I fought a lot when we were kids. Most of them were stupid fights about dolls or the last brownie or who won the race. But sometimes, we went too far and really hurt each other. Not just with bruises and black eyes, but with words that we didn’t know how to take back. ” She smiled, thinking about her family. “When my mother’d had enough, she’d take us by the scruff of our necks like we were unruly cats, and then she’d lock us in a room together. ”
His eyebrows went up. “Wasn’t she worried you’d keep pounding each other?”
“Oh, we definitely did that. But even that got old after a while. Eventually we would both realize we were stuck in a room with the one person we hated. ” She laughed out loud at the memory of those lock-ins. “With eight kids to keep in line, my mother had to have plenty of tricks up her sleeve. And her genius was in knowing that no matter what we said or did, no matter how deep the arrows had gone, nothing had actually changed. We still loved each other and always would. It was just that, for a little while there, it was easier to lash out and be nasty than it was to actually work through whatever was really making us feel bad. By the time she came to let us out, we were usually too busy playing some silly game we’d made up to want to leave the room. And we’d forgiven each other without ever needing to say the words, because we’d never meant to hurt each other in the first place. ”
She grinned at him, the sunlight streaming in over her head giving her a temporary halo. “Just in case you haven’t already figured it out, my mother is amazing. ”
“No wonder. ”
She cocked her head. “No wonder what?”
“No wonder. . . you. ”
“That’s another reason I forgive you,” she said as she lifted his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to it. “No one has ever said anything so sweet to me before. ” She gave him another soft kiss. “You didn’t mean to hurt me with anything you said or did, Grayson. You didn’t even know me when I came here. You were just doing whatever you needed to do to keep me from finding out too much, or from having to revisit the pain from your past. ” She wiggled her eyebrows as she added, “But if you think it would still do both of us good for you to lock yourself in a room with me—naked, of course—there’s a little game I just thought of that we could play. ”
* * *
It was a big deal for Lori to wake up in Grayson’s bed. She’d always been sexy and fun and had believed it was up to her to keep her lovers “on their toes” so that they’d stay interested in being with her. But after she’d fallen asleep in his bed—on top of him, no less—instead of keeping things light and easy this morning, he’d gone deep right away. Now, with her teasing comments about playing a game together, she thought she was giving him another chance at an out he surely had to want, from emotional back to sexy. And when he got up off the bed and locked the door, all of the sensitive spots on her body immediately heated up.
But instead of getting back into bed with her, he knelt beside it. “That day in the cabin when you told me why you were here, I not only didn’t listen, I did something terrible by turning around the fact that your family has always been there for you and making it sound like a weakness. ” She could read the regret on his beautiful face as clearly as she could hear it in every word. “You told me that you’d been in a relationship for the past two years, and that the guy was scum, right?”
“Total scum. But I kept thinking he’d change, that one of those times when he swore he loved me, he’d actually mean it. Long after my family begged me to dump him, I finally realized he never would when I found him in bed with the lead dancer in the show we were putting on in Chicago. ” The pain of realizing what a fool she’d been came over her again as she said, “He didn’t even respect me enough to cheat on me with a stranger. It was like he did it that way on purpose to rub it in my face, to prove to me just how much power he had over not only me, but the entire cast and show, too. ” Grayson’s expression was fierce, his hands tight fists beside her on the bed as she laid hers over them. “But I knew I had just as much power. The power to leave. The power to start over. And the power to make him matter just as little to me as he really should. ”
“It sounds to me like you made the mistake of forgiving him one too many times, too. ”
“No,” she said in a firm voice, “you and Victor are nothing like each other, so you can give up trying to make the situations seem at all the same. And even if it’s stupid and gets me in trouble sometimes, I won’t apologize for not being cynical and hard and holding a grudge. ”
“Never apologize to anyone for who you are, Lori. ”
“What about when I break something? Or if I accidentally let another pig out? Or,” she said as her lips curved upward at the corners, “what if it turns out that I used the wrong paint on the back side of the barn by accident?”
His eyes narrowed at her little admission before he broke out into laughter. It was a sound so sweet that she could hardly believe she was finally hearing it. Maybe the rest of the world wouldn’t think that making Grayson laugh was as big an accomplishment as performing in the shows and on the stages she’d been gunning for her whole career. . . but Lori knew it was at least a thousand times more important.
Because it meant that she’d helped him, at least a little bit, to reclaim a part of his soul.
“Well, maybe that might warrant an apology,” he teased, before claiming her mouth as he climbed back onto the bed. “Or at least keeping the door locked until you make it up to me. ”
“Mmmm,” she murmured against his lips, “maybe you should convince me not to make the same mistake again. ”
She felt the proof of how much he liked that idea as she rubbed over him, and was glad that she could take them both to a fun, playful place for a little while, at least. Grayson had lived too seriously for too long, and even though she knew there was more he wanted to say to her this morning—things he’d kept inside for far too long—she also recognized from her years of dance training when it was time to take a little break to relax or laugh or just wiggle around and be silly before putting in more hard work.
Fortunately for Grayson, she was a master of silly. And of laughter. Not to mention, she thought with a grin as she quickly got up and repositioned herself so that she was lying face down across his lap, a master of fun, dirty sex.
His pupils were dilated and his breath was coming faster by the time she looked up at him, bit her lip, and whispered, “I’m ready to be convinced now,” in a breathy voice. She wiggled her behind for effect, but instead of playfully spanking her, when his hand made contact with her bottom it was to stroke over her skin with such heat, and such obvious desire, that it held even more impact than it would have if he’d touched her any other way.
He teased her like that for so long that she was about to start begging when he finally moved his hand from he
r hips to the slick flesh between her legs. She immediately spread her thighs for the sweet slide of his fingers into her. With his other hand, he caressed her breasts, and when he rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger at the exact moment that he slid the pad of his thumb over her clitoris, Lori shuddered and came so hard everything went black for a split second.
She was still trying to get her bearings when he lifted her off him so that she was on her hands and knees on the bed and one of his arms was wrapped so tightly around her waist that she didn’t need to support her own weight.
Grayson’s breath was warm on her ear as he teasingly said, “Have you learned your lesson yet about picking the right paint colors?”
The word, “No,” was barely out of her mouth when he bucked his hips into hers. He felt so good thrusting inside of her in what was one of her favorite sexual positions that she couldn’t help but loudly cry out her pleasure. He didn’t still his movements to make sure she was okay, didn’t mistake the sound for anything other than the pure joy that it was as he took her so hard again and again that he ended up having to cover her head with one hand so that she didn’t hit it on the headboard.
And with every stroke of his body inside hers, Lori felt a little more of Grayson’s pain leave to make room for pleasure. Pleasure he obviously hadn’t thought he deserved for three long years.
* * *
“Your wife was beautiful, wasn’t she?”
Grayson’s first thought, as he lay warm and loose in a tangle of Lori’s arms and legs a while later, was that only she would think to ask that question about his wife first, when anyone else would have gone straight for the morbid, the sad.
His second thought was that, with the birds chirping and the leaves rustling outside his bedroom window, it did, finally, seem the right time to answer her questions about his past.
Lori had just given him so much: wonder, pleasure, laughter.
The very least he could do was give her the truth.
“She was. ” He was surprised to find himself picturing Leslie as she had been at nineteen rather than as the unhappy thirty-two-year-old woman he’d had in his head since the day she died. “Very beautiful. ”
“Who fell first?” Lori scooted up so that she could fully see his face while still touching him along the length of his body. “You or her?”
There was no jealousy, no pity in Lori’s question, so it was surprisingly easy for him to reply, “We were in college, and she said no the first time I asked her out. Definitely me. ”
Lori looked delighted by the tidbit. “Oooh, you had to chase her?”
Even though their bodies were already touching from shoulder to toe, he had to reach out to brush the hair out of her eyes, and stroke his hand off her face as he said, “I wouldn’t take no for an answer. ”
“Which I’m sure she found as sexy as I do, by the way,” she said, and then, “Tell me more about her, about the two of you. ”
Amazed to realize that Lori’s questions were actually helping him remember and honor his wife in a way he had never been able to since her death, he said, “We got married right after graduation. I went to work in the city for my father’s investment firm, and she got a job working for an interior designer. When we bought our first house out in the country, she left her job to focus on decorating the house and working on charity events and the family we planned to have. ” This time Lori was silent as she waited for him to continue. “We had trouble getting pregnant. ”
Lori took his hand in hers. She didn’t squeeze it, just held on to him. “That must have been hard. ”
He took a breath, one he couldn’t seem to inhale all the way. “Our marriage hadn’t been what either of us had thought it would be. The country house had been our first try at making it better. A child was supposed to be our second. When neither of those worked—”