Seeing Red (Bliss Peak #2)

by Shon

The resort’s “stray” couldn’t really be called that anymore. The white cat had a pink collar and had gone to the vet twice since she decided to take up stalking our property. Noah wasn’t helping, either. I was ninety-nine percent sure he’d been the one who bought her that damn collar. And I wasn’t convinced there wasn’t a tracker in it.

He couldn’t help taking care of things and people because it was what he craved his whole life.

I could smell cherries and warm vanilla, hear her husky voice pitched higher because of the things I was doing to her. And then…then the familiar scent of leather and coffee swarmed my senses, robbing me of the tenuous hold I had on my control. I was still fitted snugly against True, but all I could smell was Greyson.

There was a tug against the hair at my nape and I knew it was him. Knew the strength of his touch even though he’d never used it on me. My mouth fell open and I was too stunned to let out a moan.

“That’s it, Noah. Fuck our girl just like she deserves. I love the way it sounds. And I can’t wait to see the mess you make.” Another hard pull against my strands and my scalp stung from the pain while pleasure shot down my spine, straight to my dick. “Keep fuc...

Greyson Wolfe had just called me baby and now I was going i...

Oh, god. He loosened his hold on my hair and bent to lick the shell of my ear, whispering darkly, “Don’t you want to give me something to clean up when I...

I’d just come in my briefs at the thought of fucking our neighbor while Greyson watched.

Not only was I in his bed again, I just came all over his sheets while I imagined him talking me through it.

I’d just imagined a straight man—my best friend—licking my ear and talking me through an orgasm so he could clean up my mess.

Like hell was I telling him. I’d admit to pissing on his Egyptian cotton sheets before I ever told him what really happened.

Grey: Duchess?? The cat has a name? What the hell, Noah Me: Fuck. I didn’t mean to send you that. Ignore it Grey: Me: It’s nothing. She just prefers dry food in the morning. Grey: … Me: Glad we had this talk.

With that, I tossed my phone on my bed and went back in my bathroom to wash my dreams away and get ready for the day. If I ignored what I’d done while I was sleeping, it wasn’t real and it couldn’t mean anything in the light of day.

No, that wasn’t an orgasm. Whatever it was was pathetic and left me feeling more unsatisfied than I was when I started.

I missed having someone inside of me. I missed someone holding me down while they fucked into me with abandon. I missed being worshiped and used, fucked nastily and adored in the same breath. I missed somebody wanting me and showing it.

Black dress. Red lips. Red shoes. True St. John. She looked fucking incredible. Her hair was straight and falling around her shoulders and that dress fit her full frame like a glove. The only problem was the man with his hand on her bare lower back. Who the fuck was he?

As far as first dates went, this one was already at a five out of ten before we were ever seated at our table. I might have been out of practice when it came to dating, but I knew him showing up an hour late in a baggy suit with Crocs on his feet because his “dog ate his good shoes” was not a promising start.

Him being late was negative three points. And his outfit choice was negative two.

I was being generous, even by my standards, but I refused to believe I’d spent all day getting fine just for this night to be...

Greyson in a tweed suit had become the norm for my eyes to feast on, but Greyson in a tweed suit with his eyes hooded and his attention fixed on me in a crowded restaurant was just too much.

“Fine. Then I’ll fuck you.” “What makes you think you’re my type?” Greyson smirked and I screamed internally at how much more attractive he got from the slightest quirk of his lips. It wasn’t fair. “Come on, Red. You can lie to yourself, just don’t do it to me.”

“You can’t just answer every problem I give you by turning it around like that. I’m not gonna fuck you just for the hell of it so you can prove a point, Greyson.” “I promise when I fuck you, it won’t be for the hell of it, True.”

An unfamiliar sound bellowed out of Greyson. It was heady and warm. He was…laughing. I’d never heard this man laugh before. The most I got was a dry snort or scoff when I was in his presence. And. Oh. My. God. Was this how I was finding out he had a dimple? Just one. In his left cheek.

“You’re always beautiful, True. But in this dress?” he asked, shaking his head. “I’ll take you on a million dates and buy you a million dresses. Just promise me you won’t entertain another clown like this.”

I couldn’t even object. The longer I looked at my date’s suit, the more he reminded me of Beetlejuice. And the more he reminded me of Beetlejuice, the more wine I felt like guzzling.

“You’re being possessive,” I told him. “You like it,” he volleyed bac...

Then I fucked up and looked at his lips. Lickable. Suckable. Kissable.

His heartbeat vibrated through my body, powering my bad decisions. Because one second I was looking at him and the next second my eyes were closed and my lips were pressed firmly against his.

I was kissing Greyson. In a dark hallway. While my date waited at the table for us.

And I couldn’t stop myself. Because the second I initiated the kiss, Greyson took over, deepening my curious peck and claimi...

He tasted like whiskey. And mint. And I couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of him. He tightened his possessive grip around my waist, holding me even tighter against him.

Before I knew it, my back was pressed against the wall and Greyson’s fingertips were dancing up my leg, pushing my dress up enough so it didn’t rip when he wedged his leg between my thighs.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to k...

My only reaction was a moan because his muscled thigh felt so damn good against my sex, I thought I was seeing stars already. How did he do that? How did five minutes alone with him make me feel like I was drowning in a sea o...

I wanted to be kissing him when he made me come because I knew it was only a matter of time.

I was going to shatter in this hallway with Greyson as my only audience and I needed it so bad.

“I was serious, True. You want dates? I’ll give you dates. You wanna be fucked, I’ll fuck you every night. Whatever you want. It’s always been whatever you want, you just had to ask.”

“Anything you want, True. I’ll give you anything you want.”

I was gonna come. And Greyson was gonna kiss me through it. No, I was coming. And Greyson was kissing me through it.

“You mad at me because your date dressed like Beetlejuice and his card declined?” He laughed dryly. “That shit didn’t give you a headache?” “I’m sorry everybody can’t be a pretty boy in a suit like you.” “You think I’m pretty, Red?”

I was mad because it was one of the best kisses of my life. I was mad because I liked him. So fucking much. I was mad because he made me feel adored with everything he’d done tonight, even when he was getting on my nerves.

“Can you believe that man had the nerve to ask me why I was leaving with Greyson after his card declined?”

“In totally unrelated news, I wrote a chapter before I picked up this phone to call you. It had nothing to do with what happened in the hallway of that restaurant.”

“But just between me and you, mama was right. Maybe. Ok, definitely. One release and I was able to type more in my notes app tonight than I have since I got to Bliss Peak. Ain’t that some shit? I guess with some of my tension gone, the words had no choice but to flow.”

“Remember when you used to say we were too old to still be on a family phone plan? But every month, you paid your half of the bill and never went to get a new plan no matter how much you fussed? Well, look at us now. I never have to worry about some random white man claiming your number one day because I’m still paying the bill. You’re stuck with me.”

“I miss you, Promise. I wish Heaven had FaceTime so I could see your face again. I miss your smile and how much you used to suck your teeth at my genius ideas. I just miss…you. I know you did what you did and you felt it was the best, but I—I just want you here, sis. You were my ace. My partner in crime for every little thing. And now you’re…gone. You’re supposed to be here, Promise. I wish you’d just given me one more chance to hug you. I could really use one of your hugs right now.”

“Anyway, I didn’t want nothing. Just wanted to tell you that. I love you so much.”

Something unfamiliar fisted my heart. I wanted to tell him everything. About how much I adored True and wanted a chance with her. How much I loved watching the way he took care of her. Took care of us. How much I loved the way we’d gone from the two of us to the three of us without blinking because we both knew she was right where she belonged with us.

“Where’d you get those ugly ass apples?” “True sold them to me.” Greyson cracked a real smile and I shook my head. He had it just as bad as I did. Pathetic. “You know those are the throw aways, right?” There was pride in his voice when he said, “I don’t care.”

“Greyson, how many flowers did you buy?” “Five dozen, that was all they had left,” he answered evenly. “I went to the florist before I came home to cook and the guy said pink symbolized admiration and appreciation.”