Chapter 17 ~ Together again

17.

The men fought, trying desperately to push Greysen to the ground on his stomach and keep his head up. His eyes caught Sutton’s and she could see something snap inside of him. But her gaze with Greysen was quickly broken as she felt Mark’s body lay on top of hers, and she began fighting again.

In the middle of her struggle to push Mark off her body, she heard a silenced gunshot and her body went cold with a sudden flashback of the night Ethen was murdered. Her head jerked towards the spot Greysen was fighting but all she could see was a huge pile of violently squirming bodies with Greysen’s legs protruding out from the bottom.

Sutton’s heart thudded viciously as she screamed; screamed for Greysen and screamed at the man who was fighting to push himself inside of her. Before she could take a second breath, Mark’s body was pulled from hers and he was flying across the room, smashing into the brick on the windowed wall overlooking the river. Her eyes shot up to see Greysen grab the two massive men holding her down, one with each hand, and lift them as if they were feathers. As quickly as he pulled them from her body, he thrust his arms as if he was throwing a baseball and they were airborne – one smashed into a window, shattering the glass; the other crashed through the wooden kitchen table, turning it into nothing more than firewood.

To her right, where the pile of men had been on top of Greysen, was a bloody, battered heap of bodies – arms, legs, and necks bending at angles they weren’t made for. Her breath caught slightly in her throat as she caught Greysen’s eyes that were red as fire.

As he reached down to pick her up, Mark began to rise from across the living room and pulled a gun from the interior of his jacket. Greysen swiftly turned himself in front of Sutton as the shot rang out in just enough time for it to strike him on the left side of his chest. Sutton’s terrified shriek was ear-piercing, watching her love get shot again, but Greysen didn’t falter; instead he charged Mark.

Mark staggered backwards as he tried to raise the gun that he had lowered after he hit Greysen, but he had no time. Greysen was on him in two seconds, grabbing his head between both of his large hands; and twisting just as ferociously, he snapped Mark’s neck. Greysen turned to face Sutton before Mark’s body limply smacked the ground.

Sutton was frozen – mouth open, panting shallow breaths. He hesitantly walked over to her, terror obvious in his eyes, afraid of what she was thinking of him.

Her eyes searched his body as he slowly walked forward, and she noticed the bullet wound the size of a dime right over his heart. She reached her hand out to touch him as he closed the distance between them, the frightened look in his eyes fading the closer he got to her hand.

“Are you ok?” he asked, searching her disbelieving eyes.

Her fingers lightly touched the hole in his chest as she noticed a gleam of silver behind it. Her eyes shot up to his cautious but anxious face. She swallowed audibly and looked back to where her fingers traced the barely bloody hole.

“How…what…”

He pressed his hand over hers. “Titanium, remember?”

Her mouth dropped and she gasped remembering what he’d told her about his muscles being overlaid. He was indestructible. It just didn’t hit her until now that that’s what he’d meant. He had a clean shot to the heart and it didn’t even faze him.

“Does it hurt?” He’d released her hand but she kept it on his chest staring at the bullet hole in his skin and the small mark on the lustrous metal below it.

“It stings a little…I mean, I still have nerves in my flesh, but it’s not bad.”

Her finger hesitated over the hole.

“It’s ok, you can touch it,” he said with a smile.

Sutton looked up to him, investigating his vigilant face, and back at the hole as she pressed the tip of her index finger into it and touched the warm metal below his skin.

“Uh, oh my God…”

“Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” Greysen asked again.

“Yeah…yeah, no…I mean, yeah, I’m ok. I just…I can’t believe you’re ok.”

“Did he…” Greysen started to ask as he looked back to Mark’s body. Sutton’s eyes shifted that way and then quickly back to Greysen’s. His face was panicked and tortured.

“No, my love, no…he didn’t.”

The relief washing through his face was apparent as the fire in his eyes faded until they were almost fully violet once again.

“We’ve got to get out of here, Sutton. We’ve got to leave.”

“Where are we going to go?” she asked as she dropped her hand and looked back at him still searching her face.

“Well, I’ve got to get this,” Greysen looked around at the mess of bodies and sighed, “covered…and I don’t heal the same way anymore so I’ll eventually have to get with Vincent, but now we’ve just got to leave town. People had to have heard the gunshot; we’ve got to get you out of here.”

“What about you?”

Greysen let out a small laugh. “You think you’re going anywhere without me?”

“But what about all the bodies, won’t the police find out…”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it.”

Sutton threw a few things in a suitcase and quickly got dressed as Greysen went into the bathroom and covered his wound. When she exited the bedroom he was standing over the bodies, dressed and ready to go.

He took her suitcase and let out a heavy breath. “I’m so sorry about all this.”

“This is not your fault. I’m the one who brought that lunatic into our lives…”

“Shh, baby, no…let’s just get out of here. I think we should go pay a visit to Paul, let him know what we found out about our son and see if we can’t speed up the process a little. I’ve got everything taken care of on our side as soon as they find him.”

Sutton looked at him questioningly but she knew he didn’t have time to explain right then and there, so she didn’t ask. Greysen took her hand and they rushed from the condo, leaving that part of their life behind them and never looking back.

They hopped into Greysen’s Navigator and Sutton pulled out her cell as they jumped on I-10 west and headed to Ponchatoula. She called Paul and explained what she’d found out about the baby being placed in foster care a few years ago.

“I’m on it,” Paul said before he hung up.

“Ok, so where to?” Sutton asked after setting the phone in the cup holder.

“Give me my phone please. I’ve got to make a call.”

Greysen hit the speed dial on his cell and placed it to his ear. Sutton sat and watched as Greysen began to speak Italian fluently to the person on the other end of the receiver. Her mouth dropped in admiration and bewilderment.

He hung up and set the phone down while looking at her, staring at him. “What?” he asked innocently.

“Since when do you speak Italian?”

“Since about eight years ago.”

Her mouth closed and she looked forward.

“What?” Greysen squeezed her hand that was in his.

“Nothing, it’s just…it’s hard to imagine that so much has changed for you in the time we were apart. I did nothing but sit at home and wallow in self misery and you became the fucking terminator.”

He tried not to, but he couldn’t help but laugh.

She smiled back at him and lifted his hand, kissing his palm. He pressed his palm to her cheek and smiled.

“A lot may have changed but I’ve never stopped loving you. I’ll never stop loving you.”

She leaned over and kissed his plush lips. “So what did Mr. Italiano say?”

“He’s sending someone to take care of the mess at the condo.”

Her mouth dropped again. “Really? What…never mind…I don’t want to know. You can…he can do that?”

“Working for the branch of the government that I work for does have its advantages.”

“Is that all?”

“No.” His voice dropped and he stared blankly ahead.

“What?”

He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on her hand that rested on his thigh.

“Greysen, please…you’re scaring me.”

He looked to her, eyes heartbroken. “I have an assignment.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means…I have to leave.”

Her heart stuttered and her breath caught in her throat. She tried a couple of times to swallow but couldn’t seem to force the lump in her throat down. The burning sting began in the back of her eyes, filling them until the tears washed in warm rivulets down her cheeks.

Greysen let go of her hand, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into him.

“Are you leaving me?” she whispered.

“The assignment is in Rome and I have to lay low for a while until everything is under wraps from today. No one can find out about me, about who I am. I have no identity, Sutton, Greysen does not exist. He cannot be pulled up by the DMV or with a social security number, he…I do not exist. If the wrong people find out about me…It’s just bad business. It can’t happen.”

“Then I’ll go with you.”

“You can’t. They can’t know you know about me. They’ll kill you, Sutton. They won’t think twice about it. Keeping me a secret is their only concern and you’re too well known to just take off with me.”

“But we’re supposed to get married. We’re supposed to be together forever.”

Greysen looked down to her tear-streaked face. “I’m sorry.”

Her body began to shake as the tears flooded her eyes. She curled herself into Greysen’s chest under the warm circle of his arm and cried in deep, sobbing, breathless gasps.

“I’ll find you again, my baby,” he reassured, but even he didn’t sound convinced.

“But how long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have any details right now.” His voice was somber.

“How long do they usually last?” She sucked up her tears enough to speak coherently.

“They vary. Sometimes a few days…but I’ve gone on one that was two years.”

The sobs broke through again. “Two years? Greysen, I can’t live without you for two days much less two years.

“I know…me neither. I will come up with something.”

Sutton stayed tucked in Greysen’s arm and cried silently. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing him again, not after everything they’d been through to be together again. She’d lost him and found him, even after death. She’d lost and found him again in his new life and each time was unexpected. She fully believed it was a sign, it was fate – they were destined to be together forever. They continually fell back in each other’s lives for a reason and she wasn’t just going to give up now.

They arrived at the Ponchatoula Police Station about thirty-minutes later and went straight to Paul’s office where he was waiting for them.

“I have good news,” Paul greeted them as they entered. “What’s wrong?” he asked when he noticed Sutton’s saddened face.

“Nothing…what have you found out.” She answered in a voice thick from crying.

Paul stood silently before them, looking from one to the other. “You sure you ok?”

“Yes, please, Paul, what have you found out?”

“Well, we created an age progressed picture of what we believe Ethen would look like now from the baby picture you’d given us and ran it through the foster care system and got a match.”

Sutton and Greysen’s faces both perked up. They looked to each other in wonderment. Greysen was the first to speak. “Really? Where is he?”

“Actually,” Paul said with pride, “Officer Anderson is picking him up now.”

“Oh my God!” Sutton squeaked. “Really? Seriously? Really, now, she’s getting him
now? Oh my God, Paul, oh my God, I can’t believe this, this is…Oh my God! Thank you!”

She threw her arms around him and would’ve knocked him to the ground if his desk wasn’t there to break his fall.

“Whoa! You’re welcome,” he laughed, “you’re welcome!”

She released him quickly and jumped on Greysen. He lifted her in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they embraced.

“I can’t believe this happening!” Her voice came through in an excited squeak then faltered quickly in to a sad whisper. “And you’re leaving.”

Greysen tightened his hold around her before setting her to her feet. As soon as her toes touched the ground, someone stuck their head in the door and said, “Officer Anderson just pulled up.”

Sutton and Greysen looked at each other as their hearts began to flutter in sync. They took a deep breath together and turned around to follow Paul from his office. They stood just outside his door as they watched Officer Anderson walk in holding the hand of the most gorgeous little boy they’d ever laid eyes on. Sutton knew without a doubt in her mind that little boy was her and Greysen’s son. He looked exactly like Greysen used to look.

They stared at him from across the room. He was tall for his age with Greysen’s head full of black wavy locks. He had Sutton’s perfect olive complexion and her ears under those soft curls. The thing that stood out the most were his eyes, they were his father’s eyes – bright sky-blue and trimmed in long, thick black lashes like lace around his eyes. His jaw was cut like Greysen’s, square and predominant, but still with a childish roundness to his face. She saw her little button nose over Greysen’s full, perfectly shaped lips. He was breathtaking.

Greysen’s hand tightened on Sutton’s as the tears flooded his eyes staring at himself, who he once was, in his son.

Paul leaned in and whispered to them both, “His name is Gabriel.”

Officer Anderson took the boy by the hand and walked him to the back of the room and just a few feet from Sutton and Greysen. She bent down to her knees beside him and whispered while looking at them.

“Remember what I told you in the car, Gabriel?”

He nodded his head making his shiny black waves bounce back and forth.

When he spoke, the tears filled Sutton’s eyes and spilled simultaneously with Greysen’s as they looked upon their son.

“You said my real Mommy and Daddy were here to take me home forever.”

Sutton gasped a shaky cry listening to him say those words because she it is what she’s wanted more than ever; and it wasn’t going to happen. She knew that instant that she would be with her son, forever; and she knew she had to let Greysen go because their son needed her more than anyone ever needed her in her life, just as she needed him.

She knelt down before him as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Gabriel looked at her behind shy eyes.

“Are you my mommy?”

She nodded. “Yes, Eth…Gabriel, yes, baby. I’m your mommy.”

He let go of Officer Anderson’s hand and walked straight into her arms. She wrapped him up into her arms and lifted him, squeezing so desperately. He put his little arms around her neck and hugged it.

Greysen stood silently beside them as the tears ran uncontrollably from his eyes.
Gabriel lifted his face from Sutton’s neck and looked Greysen in the eyes.

“Your eyes are purple.” Greysen choked out a laugh. “You’re my…daddy?”

Greysen nodded. “Yes, my son. I am your daddy.”

Gabriel released his grip from Sutton’s neck and leaned towards Greysen with his arms wide open. Without a seconds hesitation Greysen took him from Sutton and wrapped him up tightly as Gabriel buried his little face in Greysen’s neck. Sutton looked at them and gasped hard for breath as she cried. She lived so long thinking they were both dead, and now she had them both – her love, her son, her family.
After so many years of pain and heart ache, they were in her life again.

Greysen cried silently as he held his son tight to his chest. Gabriel pulled back and poked Greysen’s neck with a little finger. “You’re hard.”

Greysen and Sutton laughed together and Gabriel joined in. It was the sweetest sound in the world and brought goose bumps over her skin.

He instantly relaxed and touched Greysen’s hair. “We have the same hair.”

“Yes, we do. Though I do have to say, it looks better on you.”

Gabriel threw his arms around Greysen’s neck once more then looked at him and then looked at Sutton.

“I’ve always wanted a mommy and a daddy. Did you always want a Gabriel?”

Sutton wrapped her arms around the two men whom she’d follow to the end of the world and they all laughed.

“Why are you crying?” Gabriel asked, looking back and forth to them.

“Because, baby, we’ve wanted a Gabriel for so long and we’re just happy that you’re finally here and that you’re finally ours.”

Paul came to stand beside them. “Now we still have to handle all the legalities of the situation, blood tests, proof of…”

Greysen interrupted. “Excuse me, Paul. I understand there are certain things that you have to get documented and for specific reasons. And, I’m sure you can compare the blood samples you’ve already taken from Sutton, but I cannot submit to one. You understand?” Paul nodded. “But seriously, do you even need a blood test? I mean, look at the kid…”

Paul laughed. “Yeah, spitting image doesn’t even cover it!”

Greysen and Sutton smiled to each other.

“The rest,” Greysen put Gabriel on his left hip and dug into his right pocket to grab his cell, “you got a piece of paper and pen?”

Paul grabbed a pencil and a post-it from the desk they were standing next to. “K, whatcha got?”

“Call this number,” he scrolled through his phone and repeated the number, “and talk to Vincent Notariano. He’ll handle the ‘paperwork’ for us.”

Paul wrote the name and number then turned and looked to them both cautiously. “What kinda work do you do now, Eth…Greysen?”

“Let’s just say that we’ll always be taken care of, ok?”

Paul nodded and took a deep breath. “That sounds good to me…So, Sutton, where y’all living now? Uhm, I assume y’all live together…I don’t mean…”

Greysen chuckled. “It’s ok, yes, we live together.”

Sutton’s eyes turned to Greysen, curious with where he was heading with that
statement.

Paul looked down at Sutton’s left hand on Gabriel’s back. “Wow! I say…that sure is some rock you’re sporting there!”

Sutton flicked her hand, looked at her ring and sighed deeply. “It is,” she smiled at Greysen, “my love has impeccable taste.”

Greysen smiled back to her. “I’ve got you. That says it all.”

Sutton tightened her grip around the two loves in her life.

“So, where was it you said you were living?” Paul asked.

Greysen stepped up again before Sutton could even look his way. “We have a condo in the city but I am about to go out of town on a job, so Sutton,” he looked to the child resting his head on his shoulder, “and Gabriel, are going to go stay in
Sutton’s parents’ house. I’d rather them not stay in the city alone and since her parents’ house isn’t being used right now…”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Paul said enthusiastically.

Sutton watched Greysen with guarded eyes.

“So, when do you leave, Greysen?” Paul asked.

“Tomorrow.”

Chapter 16 - The Push Off

16.

With those words he lifted her, placed her to sit on the couch and stood before her, his hands already working on the top of his jeans. Sutton smiled seductively and licked her lips watching Greysen slowly work the zipper down and reach his hand down the front of his pants.

“So what exactly do you want to see, baby?”

Sutton growled a low and rhythmic purr as she looked over his body. “Uhm, where do I start…first, I think you need to lose that shirt.”

He smiled – just a twitch at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes gave away the passion that was smoldering in the depths of his gorgeous body. He grabbed the collar of his white t-shirt and ripped it off his body in one fluent motion and let it drop to the floor. Sutton’s growl rumbled deeper in her chest watching the material tear down Greysen’s chest and abdomen, exposing that silky, tanned, chiseled physique. Her body shifted on the couch so she was on her knees, her hands clenching and unclenching on her thighs, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him.

“What next, my Goddess?”

“Well, those jeans are just covering up too many gorgeous muscles.”

Greysen gave her one nod of his head and slipped his already undone jeans down to the floor where he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He stood before her in nothing but his snug, black boxer briefs that hugged that beautiful swollen muscle which was already peering out the elastic waistband.

Sutton fidgeted, rocking side to side and biting on her bottom lip. “So, yummy, but…”

Greysen took one step closer so he was less than an arm’s reach away. “But?” Sutton pulled her eyes from that delectable bulge of skin peeking out at her and looked up at Greysen’s eyes which were attentively focused on her face. “My love?”

“But my favorite, most perfect of your muscles, is still covered,” she looked down, “mostly.”

Greysen’s voice dropped to a sexy, low snarl. “I can change that…if you want.”

She looked back up to Greysen’s waiting eyes and she smiled. “Oh, I want.”

Greysen slid his fingers down his stomach and in his waistband, sliding them around as he slinked his underwear down slowly, inch by inch, their eyes locked on each other. When his underwear made a soft, graceful plop on the carpet, Sutton couldn’t help but look down at the full view of that huge, beautiful, rock-hard muscle and all his smooth, succulent skin.

Sutton moaned lightly as her breath escaped heavily. “You’re so…mouthwatering.”

Greysen gave her a soft smile. “And what do you want now, my gorgeous fiancé?”

She couldn’t help but smile at the word; it’d been so long since she could call him hers. “I want to take all of you into my mouth and suck you until your eyes roll into the back of your head and you can’t stand anymore,” Greysen’s smile spread, “but first…”

“Yes?” he asked cautiously.

“Remember earlier you said that when you thought of me that night, the night you saw me before our first kiss…”

“Yes…”

“I want to see what you did when you thought of me.”

One of Greysen’s eyebrows rose as a sly smile spread across his face. “Uh huh…I see. So you want to see this,” he grabbed himself solidly in one hand, “and this.” He began to stroke himself in long, slow glides up and down his hard shaft.

“Uhh, yeah…is that all you did?” she asked in a low strained voice.

His other hand reached lower and he started to caress his tight testicles. “How ‘bout this…and this?” He let go of his enormous cock and licked his palm, long and slow, watching Sutton’s smoldering eyes watching him and placed it back on his shaft where he began stroking himself again.

Sutton moaned loud and breathless. “Oh yes…you’re so fucking sexy.”

Greysen’s stroking hands were chest level with Sutton who was still on her knees on the couch. She licked and bit on her lips over and over, feeling the silky moisture seeping from her pussy, her thighs tightening with each stroke of his hand on his cock. Sutton reached out and traced her fingertips over his satin smooth skin surrounding his groin.

She looked up to Greysen, who was watching her enjoy the show, and asked, “What do you want me to do, baby?”

“Join me,” he answered immediately. “Strip those clothes off and let me see your gorgeous naked body.”

She quickly obliged. She stood up and slipped all the clothes from her body, watching him stroke himself the whole time. When she stood before him completely naked she asked, “Now what, my love?”

“Let me see what you did that day when you thought of me.”

She smiled seductively and lay down on her back on the couch. She draped one leg over the back and let the other drape over the side, her foot on the floor. Greysen moaned and licked his lips as he looked down to her spread legs. Sutton placed one arm over her head and licked two fingers on her other hand then grazed them over her nipples.

“Uh, yeah, baby…keep going,” Greysen said in a seductive whisper.

She smiled up at his fervent eyes and slowly slipped her hand down until she reached the opening of her body. She circled her fingers over it, getting them wet, then traced them slowly back up until she was playing with her clit.

“Oh, my God, Sutton,” Greysen growled, “uh, fuck, baby…You’re so fucking sexy.”

She noticed his stroking become harder as she circled her clit over and over. “Uhm, Grey, come closer. You’re making me so wet just looking at you.”

Greysen moved to the couch, kneeling between her spread legs so that her thighs rested over his as they continued to caress themselves. Sutton moved her arm that was over her head, down between her legs and spread her lips open so Greysen could see the slow, circling caresses of her clit. His breath came out in a heavy, ragged moan when she did it and she could see the moisture seeping from his swollen head.

“Sutton,” he said so low she could barely hear, “uh, that’s beautiful.” He lowered his upper body so he could get a closer view. “You’re pussy is beautiful…uh, I want to lick all that dripping wetness I see pouring out that sexy, tight hole.”

His cock was only an inch away from her throbbing pussy; his knuckles barely grazed her lips with each stroke of his shaft.

“Oh, I want to suck your dick so bad…I want to feel it hard and slick in my mouth.”

Greysen pushed his cock forward and began to trace his head over her dripping wet hole. Her body shuddered and a heavy moan escaped her lips. “Oh, Greysen.”

“Sutton, I want taste your pussy…I have to touch it.”

“Touch me, baby, please…touch my pussy…”

Their hands began to move onto each other. Her fingers started caressing his luscious head as his fingers began rubbing up and down her lips and over her clit until she was stroking his cock and he was playing with her pussy. As soon as their hands were on each other fully, their caressing became firmer, quicker; their bodies began rolling. They stared intently into each other’s eyes until they exploded out on each other in a loud scream of pleasure; their bodies writhing under each other’s hands.

“Come here, my love.” Greysen guided her up to sit on his lap. He kept his hands on her face and stared into her eyes. Sutton noticed the glisten of tears forming in his violet eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Their bodies were a breath apart but Sutton could feel his cock firm against her stomach. She began rubbing herself over him; her nipples grazing his chest, her wet pussy caressing his thick shaft. The first tear spilled over his eye and trailed in a glistening line down his cheek.

Sutton kissed that tear and caressed Greysen’s face. “My baby?”

Greysen pulled her tighter to him, taking a deep breath as her naked breasts pressed firmly to his chest.

“You’re just so incredible, in so many ways; you astound me. I love you so much, Sutton. I can’t explain what it means to me to have you back in my life.” He grabbed her left hand and kissed the ring upon her finger. “To know that you are truly mine and that I can finally make you my wife. It’s something I’ve dreamed of since the first time I asked you to marry me…do you remember?”

Sutton smiled an adoring and sincere smile. “I do. We’d just finished making love for the first time. I knew I wanted you forever too. Even at sixteen.”

Greysen kissed her lips softly. “It only took eleven years and death to finally get us here.” He let out a huff of a laugh but it wasn’t a humored laugh. It was sad. “I think of all the time I lost with you and it makes my heart ache. I promise I will do everything in my power to make up for it. You are my life, Sutton. I would cease to exist without you.”

Sutton pressed her lips to his as the tears welled in her eyes. Greysen stood, lifting her and she wrapped her legs around him. His hands were firm on her ass and he began to aggressively kiss down her neck to her breasts.

“I need to feel you, all of you. I need your body, your skin on mine.”

Sutton spoke breathlessly. “I want you, baby. I need to feel you inside my body, filling me up completely, make love to me. Make love to me, forever, never stop.”

Greysen walked them to the bedroom without ever removing his mouth from her breasts. She caressed his hard shaft with the continually growing wetness between her legs as they walked.
Greysen climbed into the bed with Sutton wrapped securely around him. He sat back on his legs, his ass pressed to his feet and lifted Sutton just enough to glide himself inside of her.

Sutton’s back arched and a loud, breathless moan tore from her chest feeling him huge and hard penetrating her body. When her back arched her breasts pressed to Greysen’s face harder. He took them in his hands and embraced them with his mouth, sucking and pulling on her hard nipples. Sutton began to ride Greysen’s body, her hands on his thighs, keeping that position that rubbed all of her naked skin against his and her breasts in his mouth.

Greysen reached one hand down and spread her open so that her clit rubbed against his flawlessly, smooth skin while he rubbed that inside spot with every stroke of his gorgeous cock.

They rode each other’s bodies, fully succumbing to every ounce of pleasure from every touch, every lick of each other’s skin; every pulse felt like its own orgasm, making almost whimpering moans of pleasure escape with each heavy breath they took. They rolled and thrust in long, deep plunges and shallow, caressing pulses. They made the sensation of feeling every inch of their bodies on and in one another’s until they just couldn’t hold on anymore. Without a word they both released a spine-bowing scream. Their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Sutton’s legs tightened around Greysen’s waist. She felt a hot burst of come fill her up inside as every ounce of that pleasure poured from between her legs, saturating him in her liquid silk.
Greysen shifted his hips and Sutton fell into his body as they both erupted in another explosion of ultimate ecstasy. Just as each orgasm began to diminish they’d shift their position just slightly, Greysen would thrust himself into her or Sutton would roll on him and another mind blowing orgasm would overtake their entire bodies. They brought each other over and over until their bodies collapsed. But they weren’t done.

Greysen laid Sutton down in a mound of pillows and slid his body between her twitching wet thighs. He kissed her, every inch of her, with soft presses of lips and slight sweeps of his velvety tongue. He licked her clean, tasting, absorbing every inch of her silky wetness. Her hands played with his soft black curls as she watched him kiss her pussy in a way that made that last orgasm continue in a long, body convulsing, never-ending loop of pleasure.

They lost themselves in their private world of rapture again. Days and nights passed without acknowledgement of anything else but each other. They knew they’d seen the sun rise at least five times, maybe six, but they didn’t care. Greysen was living up to his promise of making up on so much lost time.

It was sometime in the afternoon, the sun was lost behind the west side of the building and they were lying in the middle of the living room on the plush white carpet. Sutton was on her back, arms stretched out above her head. Her legs were wrapped around the tight swell of Greysen’s ass as held his upper body in a push-up position and thrust himself inside her in deep, slow rolls of his body.

The lock on the front door turned and in walked Mark.

“You’ve got to fucking kidding me!” Sutton yelled.

Greysen pulled himself from inside of her and rolled to take stance in front of her. She curled up behind his body, her head peeking around his swollen bicep.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked; the anger and irritation obvious in her voice.

“Me? What the fuck are you doing?” Mark asked with a condescending smirk.

“This is my fucking home, jackass. What the fuck are you doing letting yourself in? I’ve told you once about that shit.”

“I’ve been calling and calling you. I was giving you time because of your dad, but I see the real reason you left the tour – to come home and fuck this guy again. Shit, man, you must have a magic fucking cock to pull her away and throw her into one hell of a fucking lawsuit for breach of contract.”

The four black on black dressed bodyguards walked up and flanked Mark just then. Greysen stood his ground, buck naked, and didn’t flinch a bit.

Mark looked him up and down. “Well, I can see that maybe it is all about size. Is that it, Sutton; is my dick just not big enough for you?”

“Fuck you, Mark. I want out. You don’t fucking own me. If you want to file a suit against me then go right fucking ahead. I don’t care anymore. My life is with Greysen.”

“Oh, you don’t know what you’re saying, sweetheart. You see,” he began to slowly walk forward, “I found out the truth to your sudden disappearance. Ole Daddy and Mommy were sick alright, sick in the fucking head…”

Sutton tensed up on Greysen’s back afraid of how much truth he’d found out. Greysen wrapped an arm behind his back and around her but never flinched at Mark’s movement or his words.

“I also found out about a precious piece of your past that you’d never bothered to tell me about.” She looked at him cautiously. “Would you like to know how Ethen junior is doing nowadays?”

Those words made Greysen flinch, but only in anger. Sutton wrapped both hands around his arm tightly as she looked at Mark. “What do you know about him?”

“I know that your sick-o parents sold him to some drug-head woman and that he was taken away from her, oh, about three years ago and placed in foster care.”

Sutton’s heart began to race uncontrollably. She felt Greysen’s muscles tensing in his arms under her firm grasp. Her voice dropped as she tried to fight back the tears that burned her eyes. “Where is he?”

“You see what you should be asking is, ‘What can I do for you, Mark?’” He laughed as he walked a little further into the room.

Greysen growled low in his chest watching Mark make no attempt at trying to hide the fact that he was making his way around to view Sutton’s naked body. Greysen reached back placing both of his hands on Sutton, holding her close to his body. They turned slowly with Mark’s pace but it was coming to the point that either Mark or the four horseman of the apocalypse were going to see her.

“What do you want, Mark?” She strained to speak without disgust.

“Oh, I think you know what I want. I want to see you in that lovely position that I walked in on as I plunge my dick inside you, though you may be ruined from long dong there.”

Greysen fought with everything he had to not to leap forward and pulverize Mark’s pretty little face because he didn’t want to leave Sutton exposed.

“I think you need to get the fuck out, NOW!” His voice boomed inside the room like yelling into a cave.

“I don’t think you have any authority to tell me what to do. This is my condo, in my name, everything is in my name, it has no tie to Sutton and especially not to her little fuck toy.”

“Fine, we’ll leave.” Greysen started to step back as to keep Sutton covered.

“Na, ah, ah, it’s not that easy. Ms. Grey has a contract to uphold to and I think I may just have to take what I want, since she only seems willing to give that sweet, shaved pussy to you.”

“You will not fucking touch her.” Greysen’s words seethed with burning rage as they grumbled out of his mouth in a low forceful growl.

“Boys, I think we need to show, Greysen, that he’s not in charge here.”

The room suddenly exploded in a chaotic whirlwind but Sutton watched it all like slow motion. The four bodyguards charged Greysen, tackling him down to the ground and taking Sutton with them. She rolled, not being stuck under them, but as soon as she got free from the sudden brawl in the middle of the room, Mark was on top of her. She bucked and squirmed trying to force him off when two more men showed up. One grabbed her arms as the other grabbed her legs and pinned her down, spreading her legs wide open in front of Mark. Mark unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, already hard and ready to force himself into her.

She looked to the side where two more men jumped in on Greysen, but even with six of them they couldn’t hold him down. Greysen was pulling himself to a stand with the six men clinging to him like rag dolls.

Mark yelled, “Hold him down. I want him to watch this!”

Chapter 15 - That Night

15.

Sutton’s eyes filled with tears as she lowered her face to kiss him and spoke against his lips. “I would love nothing more.”

Greysen slipped the ring onto her finger – a brilliant four-carat emerald cut on a platinum band – stood and kissed the tear from her cheek.

The kiss they’d begun earlier was a peck on the lips compared to the one they shared now. They kissed as if they’d drown inside each other’s mouths, like they could crawl into each other’s bodies and feel each other from the inside. The kiss grew so passionate they’d begun to rub their bodies against one another without thinking about it. When Sutton felt Greysen growing hard against her stomach she broke the kiss and looked around. No one was out and it was beginning to grow dark outside.

“I want you,” she whispered with a sly smile.

“Here?” he asked intrigued.

“Here.” Her voice dropped to a sultry growl.

Greysen looked around and grabbed her by the hand, leading her to a bench that sat behind a half wall on the side balcony. There was only one way in and it was partially covered. Greysen sat on the bench and pulled Sutton down on his lap. They immediately dove back into that kiss as Sutton’s hands reached down, unzipped Greysen’s jeans and pulled him hard and ready from his binding. Greysen slipped one hand between her legs, under her skirt, and pushed her panties to the side. With his other hand he held himself up as she slid herself onto him. They moaned simultaneously as she slowly glided down his rock-hard cock. Sutton rolled herself up, down, and around, over Greysen’s long and thick shaft. They embraced each other in that kiss, never releasing while making love right there on the boat as the stars began to blanket the sky.

Sutton was still on Greysen, though they’d both exploded in that warm body tingling gush, when they heard the first voices of people filling the observation deck again. They began an uncontrollable laughter as Sutton quickly slipped off his lap. They hurriedly tucked Greysen back into his pants before anyone noticed.

The boat came to a stop in the middle of the river as everyone piled onto the deck. As soon as the place was jam packed with people again, the first burst of fireworks lit up the clear night sky, showering down in a twinkling red luminosity. Fireworks began to explode in brilliant shades of red, white and blue, with the occasional green, pink or purple mixed in. The simultaneous explosions made the once dark night alive and popping with shimmering color like giant chrysanthemums hovering above the river for just a moment before they wilted and rained down to the radiantly reflective water below.

The quiet moments of just Sutton and Greysen’s heavy breathing were replaced quickly with the thunderous bangs of the release of each colossal, vibrantly twinkling explosion and the “oohs and ahhs” of the gathering of on-lookers surrounding the two lovers who were in their own world of never-ending bliss.

Sutton watched in amazement at the beautiful fireworks display of the “Dueling Barges” and how with each blaze of light in the sky it made Greysen’s eyes sparkle like never before. She turned to him, wrapped in his arms, and asked, “Did you know this was going to be happening tonight?”

Greysen smiled proudly and kissed her gently. “Yes.”

Sutton smiled back. “And you planned this?” She wiggled her fingers on her left hand, her dazzling diamond sparkling like the fireworks before them.

“Well, asking you to be mine forever deserved an immense celebration. Don’t you think?”
He chuckled and pulled her tighter to his body.

She laughed along with him and snuggled her face into his neck after placing a soft kiss to that savory smelling skin. “Yes, I do,” she whispered.

They sat on the bench that they’d made love on after Greysen’s unexpected proposal and watched the fireworks as if they were celebrating with them, just for them. Sutton had always known that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with this man whose strong arms she was wrapped in, no matter his name. There was a time in her life she thought that chance had been forever ripped away from her. Now, he was here, he was alive and he was hers, forever. She was determined that nothing would tear them apart again. No one would ever come between them; she’d fight for him with every last breath in her body.

The tears streamed silently down her cheeks; tears of remembrance, tears of the pain of loss she’d once suffered, tears of joy and relief, and tears of overwhelming love and devotion.

Once the fireworks display ended, the boat docked back at the Riverwalk. Sutton’s tears had dried up once she began thinking of the happiness Greysen had brought back into her life before he could see them. They hurried from the boat and moved at a fast paced-walk back to Sutton’s condo, both in the same mental state; ready and eager for more.

They stopped at the front entrance to her condo and Sutton looked down at her ring. “I can’t believe you did all of this and I had no idea. Have I ever told you how much I love you, how very amazing I think you are? When did you even get this ring?”

Greysen smiled watching her adore her ring. “I actually bought it after that first night…behind The House of Blues.”

She looked at up him in sheer surprise. “Really?”

“Sutton, I’ve always known I wanted to marry you. I saw the look in your eyes as I sang
that song to you and saw the love I’d once known from you, the love I knew I wanted, needed in my life again. Though I wasn’t sure you’d love me like this,” he waved a hand up and down in front of his body, “I bought it, ready for the first chance I got to make you mine forever.”

Sutton looked up at Greysen’s fantastical violet eyes and smiled. “I’ve always been yours, forever. And how could you think for even a moment that I wouldn’t love you like this?”
She looked his body up and down and smiled seductively.

Greysen chuckled. “Well, when we first ran into each other, the look you gave me was not quite…friendly? I guess I’d say.”

Sutton looked at him puzzled for a moment, thinking back to that night in the bar. She thought of seeing him on the side stage as she sang; of staring at him while he sang. She knew she wasn’t giving him the evil eye then – she was so mesmerized by his voice and his words that it’d brought tears to her eyes. He couldn’t have thought that look wasn’t friendly. Then it hit her and she laughed.

“Oohh…when I knocked over my guitar case and you got a free ticket to the peep show!”

Greysen threw his head back with a loud throaty laugh. “Yeah, you could say that,” he looked back down to her smiling face, “I must say, you make one hell of a first impression!”

Sutton couldn’t help but laugh with him, thinking about that moment. “You’d looked more startled than I was when I noticed what you were staring at, perv!”

“Hey! You put something like that in any man’s view and he’s gonna look, especially yours…Do you know how hard it was for me to not lean in and start licking your pussy right there on that bar stool?”

Sutton’s laughter subsided and she took a heavy breath and cleared her throat. “That would’ve been some hello. Did you know it was me…I mean, as you were staring between my legs or did you just like the view and then notice…”

“No, I knew it was you. I’d spotted you that first night, Friday night. I was so…shocked, I hate to admit, but that’s why I took off after I’d finished playing. You were the last person I’d expected to see walk into my life again that way and as you got closer to the stage…I just had this feeling like even though I knew you couldn’t see me, you felt the pull to me too.”

“I did,” she whispered as Greysen wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Well, I didn’t know what to say, how I was going to handle seeing you, talking to you after all that time, with everything I’d thought about you moving on with your life and there I was just as love struck as I was at sixteen…I was terrified and excited and, well, I just had to get out of there and get my head on straight.”

“I wish you would’ve stayed.”

“I came back and watched you play.”

Sutton smiled sweetly. “You did?”

“Of course I did.”

“Why didn’t you come talk to me then?”

Greysen shrugged and took a deep breath. “I…I just didn’t know how you were going to react to me and I needed to prepare myself…if things didn’t go the way I wanted them to. I knew you’d be back on Saturday, so when I walked in I looked around for you and saw you sitting there, absent mindedly tracing your finger around on the bar,” he lifted her hand and kissed it, “I actually looked for a ring on your finger first and when I didn’t see one I began walking over to you to talk to you. That’s when you turned and hit your case. I definitely wasn’t expecting to be looking straight into heaven when I followed your legs up.” He let out a small chuckle.

Sutton smiled coyly. “Yeah, you kinda took me by surprise too, so much so that I’d forgotten to close my legs when I saw you because you were so devastatingly gorgeous that I couldn’t breathe.”

“I’m glad you forgot!”

Sutton smacked him on the ass.

Greysen laughed out loud. “Oh, baby, do it again!”

She smacked him again, he moaned, and then they both laughed.

“So…if you thought I was ‘so devastatingly gorgeous’,” he rolled his eyes, “why’d you look at me like you wanted to kick me in the head?”

“Did I?” she asked curiously.

“You did. I mean, I was, of course, shocked and completely turned on looking at your silky red thong barely covering that beautiful piece of your body that I remembered so vividly…” He leaned his face just a touch closer to Sutton and traced her lips with his. “…and wanted to lean in and know again, so desperately.” He kissed her, a long soft glide of his tongue with hers and her breath came out in a shaky slow escape into his mouth.

Sutton unlocked the door they’d been standing in front of and they walked into the living room, still embracing each other in that kiss. Greysen kicked the door shut behind him and walked her to the sofa where he sat and Sutton sat on his lap, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.

“So, then why didn’t you?” she asked when they broke that deep kiss.

“It took everything I had to not touch you, not kiss you, like I said, and I wanted to stay and talk to you…I’d planned on it, especially after that view. But when you slammed your legs shut and I looked up to your eyes, if you could’ve seen the look in your eyes…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to…I didn’t realize I was giving you that look. I was just so, startled by your eyes, I’d lost my breath. I didn’t want you to walk away, trust me, I tried to say something to you but you’d already walked away and then I stared at your fine ass and I really couldn’t speak.”

They laughed together and Greysen began tracing light circles over Sutton’s back.

“Well, after I saw the way you looked at me while I was performing I’d figured you didn’t completely hate me for sneaking a peek!”

“No, not at all. I actually had gotten ready that day…” Sutton paused and bit her lip.

Greysen placed a finger to her lip and traced it, coaxing it from her mouth. “What, my love?”

“Well, that first night I’d heard you sing…I knew I had to see you again. I’d asked Mr. Hebert if you were going to be back Saturday night,” Greysen smiled, “and I thought about you Friday night as I went to bed…I didn’t know what you looked like, but I was aching for your voice. I’d recognized your voice and I thought about you, Ethen, you know what I mean,” Greysen nodded, “and your voice. I thought about seeing your hands gliding over the strings on your guitar…” Sutton closed her eyes and inhaled a shaky, heavy breath. Her body broke out in goose bumps remembering that night.

Greysen rubbed her arms, and she opened her eyes, smiling beautifully at him.

“I got ready that day with the intentions of seeing you again…of doing more than just talking to you.”

“Really? From just my voice, huh?” Greysen’s voice came out in a tone of pure surprise.

Sutton dropped her face and turned her head to the side. Greysen placed his hand on her cheek and gently turned her back to face him, lifting her chin in the process.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I wanted the same thing.”

“Yeah, but you knew it was me. I had no idea who you were…But your voice has always affected me that way, you know that. I didn’t even know what you looked like and I thought of you touching me the way you touched your guitar. I thought of your hands on my body while I showered…”

Greysen placed his hands on the small of her back and pulled her closer to him. “And did you like it?”

Her chest was rising and falling in lusting breaths as she stared into his eyes and whispered, “Yes.”

“Then don’t be embarrassed. How long had it been since you were touched, kissed, or loved that way? Don’t be ashamed because someone finally did it for you, my love. I’m just lucky enough that it was me that did it for you again.”

“Me too. I’ve never wanted anyone else to touch me that way….Anyway, so looking at me while you sang you decided you were going to turn on the charm?”

Greysen chuckled and placed his hands on her back again, but went under her white tank top, tracing his fingers over her bare skin. “Well, I saw the way you reacted to me singing to you and I knew I had to get you alone, I had to at least try and see if you could want me again. So when you spoke to me I saw my opportunity and jumped on it.”

“Is that kiss what you had planned when you brought me out there because you knew it was my weakness?” Sutton leaned back a bit and gave him a little sideways glare and a smirk.

Greysen returned that smirk with his own devilish grin. “I’m not going to lie and say that I didn’t hope I’d get another look, but my main intention was just to be alone with you…to get close to you, to just touch you again. What happened was icing on a very delicious cake.”

Sutton smiled, leaned back into him and kissed his lips softly. “Uhmmm, yeah it was. I’m so glad you did. It was exactly what I wanted…I mean, I wanted to just touch you but you were such a tease.” She laughed lightly.

“Yeah….I know. I was testing my limits. Like I said, I knew you didn’t know who I was but I could tell you felt something, so that’s why I took my time approaching you, leaning into you. When my mouth was so close to yours that I could taste your breath,” Greysen’s eyes closed and he licked his lips, “I wanted to kiss you so badly.”

He opened his eyes and looked at Sutton as she said, “I wanted you to.”

“I knew you did.” He laughed and she smacked his chest. “What? I could tell you wanted me, Sutton. I’m not blind.”

She smiled. “But you didn’t.”

“I had all intentions to but when your knees gave out,” he smiled proudly, “and your waist was under my hands…it was like I lost all control over them. They instinctively wanted to roam your body and when I felt your skin…uhm, I needed an up close and personal view of what I was touching.”

“That’s why you dropped to your knees?”

“Yes, at the time I still hadn’t planned on doing what I did but when I got down there and started rubbing your thighs, feeling you twitch under my touch and when I felt your naked ass…Oh my God…that just did it for me. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to feel you in my mouth again; it’d been too long. You know eating your pussy was always my kryptonite.”

She smiled knowingly. “Yeah, it was wasn’t it? Though, my God, you are so much better at it now!” They laughed lightly together. Sutton’s hands that had been resting on Greysen’s shoulders began to move down his chest. “I must say, when you’d asked to kiss me, that wasn’t what I was expecting.” Her hands moved further down, to the bottom of his white t-shirt.

“I didn’t think you’d caught on to it when you let out that little shocked yelp and moan when I lifted your leg and pushed your panties to the side.”

Sutton ran her hands under Greysen’s shirt and started caressing his rippled abs. “You really took me by surprise and I was just so relieved that I’d prepared myself earlier that day.”

“I wouldn’t have cared if you were in granny panties and hadn’t shaved in a year,” Sutton giggled, “when my lips first touched you and felt you all warm and wet already…uhmm, you were so smooth, so much more luscious than my memories of you. I wanted to keep kissing you. I almost didn’t want you to come so I’d have had a reason to hold you there and just lick you.”

Greysen’s eyes fluttered as Sutton pinched his nipples between her fingers and leaned into his neck where she began kissing with lips and tongue.

Sutton whispered against his neck. “Oh, I wouldn’t have minded. You blew my mind with that kiss. It was so…well, I’m sure you could tell by my reaction to you that night, and now; you know what you do to me.”

He cleared his throat once and asked, “May I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“When you thought about me in the shower that day…did you touch yourself?”

Sutton licked one long line up the front of his neck, over his chin, until she got to his lips. “Yes,” she whispered into his mouth as they stared into each other’s eyes.

He breathed a shaky moan. “So did I.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, I thought about you all Friday night and the next day before I left to see you
again and I couldn’t help it. You’ve always had that affect on me, even while we were apart. I masturbated to memories of you almost every night for nearly eight years.”

Sutton pressed her lips to his and he parted them with his tongue as he began to kiss her.
“Really? And what affect do I have on you now?” she asked in a sultry whisper.

She looked into Greysen’s eyes which suddenly began to glow amethyst and she knew where all that blood was gathering now. No sooner did she ask the words, she felt that rush of blood forming a mouth-watering swell between her legs.

“Does that answer your question?” Greysen asked with a sexy smirk.

“Uhm, yeah but I think I need to see it to get the full effect.” Sutton began to unbutton
his pants as she hungrily kissed down his neck.

“Anything you wish, my love.”

Chapter 14 - When to let go?

14.

They stared out over the Mississippi from one of the living room windows of Sutton’s pent house condo. Greysen’s arms wrapped tightly around hers, fingers interlocked, and her back curved into the front of his warm naked body.

With nothing left to do in Ponchatoula but wait, they’d decided to come back home to New Orleans and enjoy their new found romance while Sutton was still on break.

“I don’t want to leave you again,” Sutton whispered as she nestled her cheek to Greysen’s large solid chest.

“I don’t want to lose you again, my love, but this time I will be here waiting when you get back. This is your dream, this was our dream and you’ve made it…”

She turned in his embrace and looked into his amethyst eyes that caught the beam of moonlight flooding through the window, making them glow and twinkle like two precious gems. She smiled instantly looking into those rare and breathtaking eyes.

“You’re beauty astounds me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”

Greysen smiled and leaned into a soft, plush kiss.

“You are my dream, Greysen…I love my music, but I was happier playing that night in the bar than I have been this whole time doing tours and concerts and studio recordings…I want to go back. I want it to be just me and you and our music, together again. I don’t care about the rest. I don’t want it, any of it. It’s what I’d dreamed of before I knew what I really wanted. It’s not at all what I expected.”

Greysen lifted her chin to look her in the eyes as he saw the glistening drop fall to the mound of smooth olive skin of her naked breasts that were pressed to him.

“What happened, my love? Why are you crying?”

“I’ve lost you so many times already and I can’t stand the thought of even being away from you for another second. I would not be able to concentrate out there, without you. I need you with me, always. This was supposed to be something we did together. We dreamed of doing this together, not like this…”

“Well, a lot of things we’d planned didn’t exactly go our way, but what matters now is that I will always be with you. Even if you have to go finish this tour…”

She pressed the length of her body against his so they were touching in a long, firm line from shoulder to knees. “No, with me, physically, not just emotionally, not just in my heart and in my head. I need your body touching mine. I need to feel your skin, smooth, warm and alive pressed to mine. I want this,” she reached down grabbing that large, soft flesh in her hand, “inside me, in my mouth, between my legs, all over my body. I can’t be away from you again. I love you, Greysen. I love you so much my body aches; my heart feels like it will explode right out of my chest when I’m not touching you.”

His eyes fluttered with the grasp of her hand then he looked down to her pleading eyes. “I love you so much, Sutton. There are not words to describe how very much I love you. You’ve been the sun, and I a planet that could not survive without you, for twenty-two years. Even when you couldn’t see me, when you didn’t know I existed, my life revolved around you. I will be your moon, ever constant in the night sky, lighting your path when everything else around you is lost in darkness. I will be your sun, and warm your beautiful face. I will be your rain when you are hot, to fall upon your skin and bring you relief when you need it most. I will be your rock, steadfast, strong, unbreakable, and be there for you to rest upon when your feet will no longer lead you forward. I am yours, completely. If you really want to give it up for me, I support you. I support anything,” he kissed her softly, “everything you want, you need. I can’t imagine not feeling your naked body pressed against mine as we sleep. I can’t imagine standing alone in that shower without your smooth skin to touch, caress, lick,” he licked her tongue with a soft full sweep of his own, “I can’t imagine not tasting you every day, your sweet and delicious mouth,” he kissed her in one deep glide of his tongue, “your amazing, sumptuous,” his hand slid between their bodies, cupping her between the legs and slipping a finger between her lips in a firm, slow slide.

She let out a small moan as he did the same. Sutton began to stroke him in her hand, feeling him grow solid and stiff while his finger glided fluently between her legs. Greysen licked a long, wet line from her mouth, down her neck to the middle of her breasts as he dropped to his knees before her. His hands ran up her body and cupped her breasts as he began to trace one with his tongue and lay gentle kisses after each slide of velvety tongue. He worked his way around each breast until he came to her nipple. He kissed it softly with a press of his lush lips before parting them just slightly to slip his tongue between them with each kiss that followed, giving her nipple an embrace with his tongue. He kissed each one while his hand massaged the one he wasn’t licking until he pressed her nipples together and sucked them into his mouth where he flicked his tongue in thick lines. He released them from his mouth to move down but not before taking each one individually and pulling as much of her breast into his mouth as possible so he could roll her nipple around with his tongue as he slowly allowed it spill from his mouth, wet and hard.

Sutton hands stroked through Greysen’s soft, black curls of hair that were highlighted with deep blue streaks from the full moon outside the glass wall. She watched him slowly working his way down her body, his hands gracing each piece of skin on her backside in light caresses to match the work his velvet tongue was performing on the front.

He kissed his way down her hip, his hands settling on her tight, curvy ass. He placed soft kisses with a slip of tongue inch by inch from one hip to the other so low that only a thought kept him away from the quivering soft skin growing wet in pulses of silky moisture. He worked his way back from her hip to the spot right in the center below her pubic bone with the same tongue parted kisses. He followed the line down with those kisses, one slow press and slide of tongue at a time. Kiss…tongue…kiss…tongue, until he had to spread her legs to follow the natural line carved into her body. He used his hands, tracing her silken skin down her ass to her thighs so he could push them open just a bit and get his face exactly where he wanted it. His hands found their way slowly back up to her ass as he used nothing but his lips and tongue to spread her open and lick that line back up in a slow, tender sweep of his tongue. He kissed her clit, once, twice, and on the third drew it into his mouth to roll it around on his tongue. He rolled it a few times, enveloping it fully with his tongue and then began to kiss her the way he kisses her mouth - deep long kisses, using tongue and lips. He pulled back every so often for one more soft press of lips or just a hover, tracing her clit and lips with his mouth, letting his warm breath glide over her soaking wet spot, sending a chill that radiated from that spot and rushed out through her body ending in her clenched fingers and toes.

Her hands stayed firm on his head, her hips circling with the motion of his kisses. His eyes rolled up to see her watching him enjoying her, tasting her, sucking her like the sweetest piece of candy, and he smiled, causing those startling violet eyes to glow.

“You’re eyes look so fucking sexy like that,” she whispered in a breathless pant, looking down to the eyes that sucked the moonlight from the room the way he sucked her energy from between her legs.

He moved just enough to speak against her throbbing flesh. “My view is pretty spectacular from here.” He placed a single kiss. “I love to eat your pussy, baby.” He ran a light sweep of tongue. “Your pussy is so delicious,” kiss, “mouth-watering,” kiss, “I could stay here all day and just lick you,” lick, “taste you, make you come over and over in my mouth.”

He dove back into her dripping wet, soft pussy like he couldn’t get enough of it. A low rumbling growl resonated through his chest, vibrating her in his mouth and making her entire body convulse.

“Uhhhh, Greysen…you’re unbelievable.” Her knees began to shake and she grabbed two thick handfuls of hair. He swept one arm under her ass and wrapped the other around her back as he lifted her in one swift motion, never releasing her from his kiss. He walked her over to the kitchen counter and laid her on her back as he climbed up with her in his mouth.

“Come to me, baby. Let me suck your dick while you lick me.”

Greysen turned his body so his legs straddled her face. She cupped his firm ass in her hands and lowered him to her mouth so she could make-out with the soft, silky skin between his testicles and his ass first. That rock hard, beautiful muscle pressed between her breasts as they kissed each other simultaneously; sucking, licking, pulling that skin into their mouths and rolling it around with their tongues until they both cried out with pleasure.

Greysen lifted his ass just slightly as Sutton worked her way up the length of him, licking long, wet lines up his tightened sack and hard, smooth shaft. He pulled his face from between her thighs to watch her when she got to the tip of him. He continued tracing her softly with his fingers, looking down between their bodies and watching Sutton sucking on his luscious head while stroking him with one hand and massaging the soft skin between with the other.

“You look like you’re enjoying that,” he said as he smiled down at her.

“Ummm,” she grazed her tongue over his head, “that doesn’t cover it,” she licked the length of him, “I love your gorgeous, thick, cock in my mouth. It’s so beautiful, like you, and it taste so good, feels so good in my mouth.” She took him down and deep throated him until the base of him touched her lips. His neck bowed and eyes fluttered as he began to pump himself in and out of her mouth with her encouragement of her hands on his ass.

He leaned back into her pussy and shoved two fingers inside of her while sucking on her clit and fucking her mouth. Her legs wrapped his head and her thighs pressed against his cheeks as those two fingers worked that sensitive spot inside her body.



They kept rhythm with each other even as they began to accelerate with the rush of orgasm riding their bodies. They sucked each other deeper into their mouths with the outward explosion of pleasure and screamed around the flesh of each other filling their mouths until neither could breathe.

When Sutton’s thighs released his face, Greysen rolled off, turning and pressing his body to hers so he could kiss her mouth. Sutton reached down and grabbed that still wet, throbbing muscle. They kissed while Sutton stroked Greysen, getting him back up, hard and ready.

“Bring that back here, I didn’t have enough,” she breathed into his mouth.

Greysen kissed her one more time, deep and slow, then rose on his knees, straddling her stomach, to give her his cock, firm and ready again.

“Where do you want it?”

“Right here,” she said as she brought her breasts together.

Greysen gave her that purely sexual, devilish smirk as he moved himself over her chest, settling his swollen shaft between her breasts. She raised her head just a tad and began sucking on his immense, succulent head. Greysen held himself there for just a minute, watching her roll her tongue over and around then pull it into her mouth and kiss it like it was his mouth.

She tightened her breasts around him. They were large enough that they enveloped all his thickness in a soft circle of flesh as he began to thrust himself between them and further into her mouth with each push of his hips. The wetness from her mouth carried on his shaft, lubricating the skin between her breasts, making each thrust smoother as he glided himself over, between her and into her; fucking her breasts and her mouth at the same time. His upper body curved over her, resting his hands on the bar on either side of her head and he watched her tight, firm, but soft breasts holding him as her hands would; her warm, sexy mouth kissing and licking with each thrust and it didn’t take long to bring him again.

His pushes became a bit longer; with each withdrawal from her mouth he’d pull back enough to have his head get swallowed by her breasts so as he pushed back in, that soft mound of flesh would caress his head fully before it found the warm wetness of her mouth again. Each stroke grew a bit quicker and his back lowered, pushing himself deeper into her as a loud ragged moan tore from his chest and he spilled hot and thick into her mouth and over her breasts. His breath caught in his throat and came back out in a shaky, heavy escape of air. He sat back, removing his body from hers, as to not crush her with his enormous, solid frame, and a shudder ran through him from head to toe.

“You’re phenomenal.” He laughed lightly looking down at her smiling face.

She ran her fingers slowly through his thick, warm liquid pouring down her chest and over her breasts, enjoying the feel of it caressing her body.

“Did that feel good, my love?” she asked as she licked one of her fingers covered in his come. Greysen let out a shaky laugh and a heavy breath.

“Oh, my God...you never cease to amaze me.”

He jumped off the counter and picked her up, cradling her in his arms.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, you sexy, delicious woman.”

He walked them to the bathroom kissing her mouth, his liquid pressing between their bodies, but he didn’t care.

He turned on the water to fill the white porcelain Jacuzzi tub and began to light the candles that encircled it while she grabbed a couple of towels from the closet.

He turned to her, her back facing him and looked upon the long, sexy lines of her body. The candlelight made draping shadows of her body over the white walls and made her skin shimmer with an angelic radiance.

Sutton turned to face Greysen and saw his eyes full of tears. She walked over to him as one spilled over and streamed down his cheek.

“Baby?” She spoke lightly as she wiped the tear from his cheek but that only made the others follow its path.

He pulled her into his body, wrapping his arms around her tightly, holding her like she’d escape if he let go. “I can’t believe I’ve lived without you for so long. I don’t know how I’ve survived…I won’t lose you again. I won’t be without you another second. If you’re sure that’s what you want…”

“I’m sure. I want you more than anything in the world. I thought that life, fame, tours, life on the road was what I wanted but I just want you…you are my life.”

“As you are mine, and I will do anything to keep it that way.”

Sutton stretched on tiptoe as he leaned into her and began to kiss her with such desperation; like he could climb inside her body and stay there forever. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her breasts pressed firmly to his chest, his swelling cock pressed to her stomach. He stood there, holding her, kissing her, embracing her, for a long minute as the tub filled.

Without losing that continuous kiss, they climbed into the tub full of hot water. Greysen sat with Sutton on his lap, the water flowing just over their chests. She lifted herself and slowly slid his hard shaft inside her tight, wet body. Even though the water in the tub tended to dry things up more than lubricate, she had enough of her own silky wetness to do the job. She worked herself onto him slowly, pulsing shallowly over his head while he massaged her now cleaned breasts, still embracing her in that never slowing kiss.

She rode him slowly in the tub until her legs were like jelly. Their eyes never left each other’s, even when they kissed. When the water began to get cold, he carried her to their bed and continued to make love to her, tenderly, with long, gentle, circling thrusts, all the way in and all the way out. He caressed that sensitive spot inside her body with each deep plunge as his pubic bone circled over her clit. He brought her over and over in total body convulsing orgasm after orgasm, and with each one of hers he also spilled himself into her.

The sun flooded the bedroom in an orange, blinding blaze, filtering through the windows which were as tall as the interior brick walls, but they didn’t stop. They had nowhere else to be. Nothing else right now took precedence over their love, their need to make-up for the seven years they’d lost, their insatiable appetite to touch, kiss and lick every square inch of each other’s bodies; and they did.

Days and nights passed without any other thought than each other. They’d lost track of what day of the week it was. They lived in a world of unadulterated love, ravenous sexual desire and the utmost gratification. They slept very little and ate only when they’d realized that they couldn’t remember the last time they’d eaten. Even that didn’t stop them from their inexhaustible desire for one another. They turned the food into part of their foreplay; licking, sucking and eating it from each other’s bodies. Each new experience led into another - another way to love each other, to feel each other, to meld their bodies as one.

It was late afternoon; they only knew because of the placement of the sun. All phones, TV, radio - except for the music that played while making love - had been off since they’d arrived back in New Orleans.

“There’s some place I’d like to take you.” Greysen spoke against her lips as they lay intertwined under the fluffy white comforter.

“Where’s that?”

“It’s a surprise. Come on. Let’s get dressed.”

“Ugh, do we have to?” she groaned and then began laughing.

“I know, trust me, I could stay here forever but there’s something I want to show you.”

Greysen rolled out of bed and picked Sutton up, placing her on her feet before him, his arms secure around her waist. “Come on, baby. You’ll love it. It’ll be worth it.”

Sutton smiled up at the strikingly beautiful man in her arms. “If it’s worth leaving this, I gotta see it!”

They strolled down the Riverwalk hand in hand, talking, laughing, and watching other couples doing the same. The day was beautiful and clear, and surprisingly it was not deathly hot for July in New Orleans. The wind cascading from the river over the raised concrete levee was warm and comforting and brought that familiar touch of moisture to the otherwise dry air.

It wasn’t until they were out and about that they’d, well, Sutton, realized that it was the Fourth of July. At first seeing the plethora of red, white and blue haired people walking around didn’t occur to her as peculiar; it was New Orleans. But when she started seeing people dressed up as the Statue of Liberty and dogs wearing red, white and blue, then all the additional booths selling flags…she finally put it all together. One man painted his body like the American Flag; his chest was blue with white stars and the red and white stripes followed his legs all the way down, covering his little Speedo and all the way out to his flip flopped toes. People were everywhere enjoying the many festivities along the Riverwalk celebrating Independence Day.

Their feet followed the brick path towards the dock where the steamboats waited to be filled with tourists for the night cruise down the Mississippi.

“Are we?” Sutton looked over at the Steamboat Natchez, a three-story white steamboat with bright red trim, loading passengers.

“Have you been yet?” Greysen asked with a glorious bright smile.

“No, I’ve been wanting to…just never had the time.”

“Well, we’re making the time now.”

Sutton smiled and picked up the pace a bit to catch up to the last passengers stepping onto the ramp leading to the boat.

They walked up to the observation deck on the second story and over to the balcony that faced the west side of the river. The bridge in the distance connecting New Orleans to Algiers was packed with vehicles that looked tiny enough to grab. The brilliant deep orange and red sun was low in the sky barely dipping itself into the river that was one with the horizon. It looked as if it melted upon its descent into the river instead of only falling behind it. The sky was glowing in vibrant shades of deep blue, purple and pink which all blended down into that majestic orange haze bleeding out from the setting sun causing the river to sparkle like millions of tiny shimmering multi-hued diamonds.

“It’s so beautiful out here,” Sutton said as she looked at Greysen who was staring at her.

“Yes, it is…the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He traced his fingertips across her cheek, down her jaw line and back, running his fingers through her hair until his hand was behind her head. He leaned into her and they kissed. It started as just a chaste touch of lips, soft, gentle. But as their lips parted and they shared a breath, their hearts stuttered and Greysen slipped his velvet tongue between her lips to feel hers. His other arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her tightly against his body. They stood on the balcony before the setting sun and kissed as if their world would end after that moment.

The other passengers slowly began to disperse as the sun set. When there was no one left on the deck except the two of them, Greysen pulled back from the kiss as he stared intently and adoringly into her eyes and placed both of her hands in his.

“My love…”

“Yes?” Sutton asked in a light whisper.

“I am so thankful for you. I can’t believe after all this time that you’ve come back into my life and love me still. You are the reason I wake up, the reason I breathe, the reason my heart still beats. I don’t want to spend another second without you in my life, by my side,” he dropped to his knee and pulled a ring from his pocket; Sutton’s mouth dropped, “Sutton Emma Grey, will you marry me?”

Chapter 13 - Confrontation

13.

Sutton’s parents were being held in the interrogation room, which was a separate building behind the small brick station. Paul walked Sutton and Greysen down the covered concrete walkway that connected the two buildings, and they stepped inside the front door to a small hall with two doors – one on either side.

Paul knocked on the door to the left and two detectives walked out. Both tall broad men wore brown jackets, one with a white shirt, one with a pale yellow. The one with the pale yellow shirt had pale yellow hair to match. The one in white had deep brown curls that were tight to his head. The detectives gave them all a quick nod and Curls spoke to Paul.

“They’re all yours. Those are some sick twisted fucks, let me tell ya.”

Sutton’s stomach turned.

“Oh, uhm, sorry miss.” Curls smiled half-heartedly and followed Blondie out.

Paul rolled his eyes and turned to Sutton at his side. “We put them in one room so it’d be easier for you to talk to them. We’ll be right here,” he pointed his thumb to himself and Greysen, “take all the time you need.”

Sutton gave him one quick nod of her head and turned to Greysen.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered to her lips before placing a soft press to them.

“I love you too. Thank you for being with me.”

“Don’t thank me. Where else would I be? I’ll always be by your side, forever.”

Sutton smiled a sweet loving smile, though she couldn’t make it reach her eyes. She stretched up on tiptoe as Greysen leaned his head down to meet her and give her one more kiss.

She stepped inside and the heavy steel door shut with a solid thud behind her. Her parents looked up, even in the situation they were in their faces were full of arrogance.

“Sutton, how dare you come here and…”

Sutton cut eyes at her mom that could scare the hair off a cat. “Shut the fuck up.” Her voice was steady, low, and thick with rage. The nervous turn her stomach was feeling before she walked in quickly faded and was replaced with so much hate.

Her mom’s eyes widened at Sutton’s words and her mouth dropped.

“Don’t you take that tone with your mother, young lady…”

“That goes for you too, Samuel,” Sutton said, cutting her eyes towards her dad.

“What? Who do you think you’re talking to…”

Sutton cut him off. “Me? Who do I think I’m talking to…How dare I? Are you fucking kidding me? I am not the one who hired someone to murder their daughter’s fiancé. I am not the one who paid off some doctor and nurse to switch their living breathing grandson with that of a dead baby and lie to their daughter about it.” With every word the rage inside her grew to new heights, and with every word her parents’ faces dropped more and their demeanor changed from arrogance to shame.

Sutton walked to the table her parents were sitting behind and slammed her fists down in one loud crash. “I am not the one who lied to me for eight fucking years about the two most important people in my life while watching me want to kill myself every fucking day! I am not the one who found out that Ethen lived and lied to him, forcing him to leave town, to leave me, to leave our son! Don’t you fucking look at me with blood on your hands and ask me who do I think I’m talking to! I am talking to the two most revolting, deceitful, cold-blooded, murderous fucking bastards to walk the earth!”

Sutton’s dad stood and squared his shoulders. He was a big man – right over six feet and very broad like a wrestler. His dark hair matched his dark eyes; and right now they looked completely soulless. He tried to intimidate her with his stance but it only pissed her off more. The rage inside of her burned through her blood, boiling in her veins. She could feel it rush through her body like a scalding wave as it poured out through her skin in a burning, stinging eruption of fury.

“We are still your parents…” Sam started to say.

“My parents are DEAD! You are NOT my parents!”

Her mom burst into a loud outpour of tears. “Sutton, we only wanted what was best for you!”

Sutton looked down to her mom who was still sitting. Her deep red, curly hair was piled loosely on top of her head – her large, green eyes now full of tears, streaking her mascara in long, watery black lines, looking harsh against her fair skin.

Sutton’s voice calmed just enough to speak without screaming. “What was best for me? Why in the world would you think killing the man I love would be what was best for me?”

“Sutton, he was trash!” Helen’s tears quickly stopped and her face turned cold. “He was an orphan for God’s sakes; no family, no past and no future! You wouldn’t give him up no matter how hard we tried and there were so many men out there who fell at your feet when you walked…you could’ve had any of them. They had money, power…”

“Shut up! God, listen to yourself! They didn’t have money, their parents did and I could’ve given a shit less about money. I could give a shit less about it now! I LOVED him! I love him still and I will love him until the day I die! I cannot believe you can sit here and tell me that you hired someone to kill him to get him out of my life because he didn’t have enough money for you! And what about me? This great hit man you hired, was he supposed to kill me also? Were they supposed to shoot and rape me? Was that part of your fucking psychopathic plan?”

Helen looked at her with wide shocked eyes. “How could you think that? We never wanted you hurt. That was not part of it…they weren’t supposed to touch you…”

“But they did, Mom! They almost killed me because of your hatred of Ethen. They shot me in the fucking chest and after I was unconscious they raped me. Three fucked-in-the-head, good-for-nothings raped me because of you! I could’ve died and you sat back and let them run free to do this to countless numbers of other women and men and you said nothing to protect your own ass. You didn’t give a shit about me, about what I went through. There were so many times in my life that I wished they would’ve just killed me too.” Sutton’s voice dropped just a bit thinking of those dark and dreary times of her life.

Helen tried to reach her hands out to touch Sutton’s that were flat on the table top.

Sutton pulled back with a sudden jerk and gave her mother an incredulous look followed by one of pure detestation. “Don’t you fucking touch me, bitch….The nerve you must have to think that I would ever allow you to touch me again after what you did to me, to him, to our baby. What about our son? What’s your brilliant reasoning for faking his death and stealing him away from me?”

Helen hung her head. “That baby was trash like his father and would’ve only brought you down, ruined your life just like Ethen. We’d finally gotten rid of that crutch of yours and then that little bastard popped up. No good man would’ve taken you ruined…”

Sutton didn’t even let her finish speaking; she jumped across the table and tackled her mom causing them both to slam onto the ground.

Paul and Greysen burst through the door hearing the loud collision of the metal chair against the concrete floor and saw Sutton landing blow after blow on her mother with a loud wordless screech of infuriation. After her breath ran out, she began to scream with each constant strike.

“You stole our son! You sold our baby! You crazy fucking demented bitch! You ruined my life! I hope you fucking die!”

Greysen pulled Sutton up in one quick motion, wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug while she bucked and screamed.

Paul helped Helen up from the ground, with a pleased look on his face looking upon her bloodied face and split lip.

Sam stood motionless with his back against the far wall and just watched with a look of pure shock at his daughter’s violent actions.

Sutton stopped bucking against Greysen and started in with a small, amused snicker. The low giggle grew until she was flat out laughing, but it wasn’t laughter of joy. It was more a sound of revelation. It took everyone off guard as they all turned to look at her.

“Baby?” Greysen asked confoundedly.

“Put me down, my love. I am ok. I promise.”

Greysen looked at Paul who was standing next to Helen. Paul nodded and Greysen released his grip on Sutton. She straightened her shirt with her hands and locked her arm through Greysen’s. She smiled at him and reached up to kiss him. He leaned his head down and met her with a soft press of lips.

“I’m sorry, love. I am ok, really.”

She turned and looked back at her parents with a proud and smug smile.

“You failed. Everything you tried for, everyone you tried to take out of my life, my love, our son. You failed. I already have one and we are in process of finding the other. We will find him and we will be a family. And you will rot in prison for the rest of your lives knowing you failed and I am happy with the man I’ve loved my whole life and our son. I hope it was all worth it. I hope losing me…losing everything; your house, your money, your freedom, I hope it was worth it. Because this,” she waved a hand around her to the four gray cinderblock walls with no windows, “this is your life from now on and I am finally and truly happy.”

She and Greysen turned to walk out.

“Sutton…” She looked back over her shoulder at her mom’s word. “You can’t just leave us like this….you can’t leave us here…”

“Good-bye, Mother.”

She wrapped her arm around Greysen’s waist as he did the same. He looked back one last time and gave them a sly smile and a shoulder shrug and walked out with his love at his side.

They headed back to Paul’s office to wait for him. On the walk back Sutton stopped and gasped. “Oh no!”

Greysen looked down at her wrapped securely in his arm at his side. “What’s the matter, my love?”

“I can’t believe I just said that in front of Paul…about you…I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I was so pissed and my head was…”

He leaned in and kissed her lips softly. “It’s ok, baby. He kinda caught on when we were standing outside of the room and he heard you yelling about them finding out that Ethen lived and forced him to leave town…” Sutton’s mouth dropped and Greysen kissed her softly with a humored smile. “It’s ok, baby, really. I trust Paul. We’ll have a little talk with him when he gets back. It’ll be alright.”

“I’m so sorry…I…”

Greysen turned and wrapped his large, strong arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against his body and looking intently into her sad, scared eyes.

“Don’t apologize to me. After what you just went through, after everything you’ve gone through…I’d never be mad at you, you amazing,” he kissed her lightly, “beautiful,” kiss, “sexy woman.”

Sutton smiled and began tracing her hands up and down his back. “I love you. But what about what you’ve been through. My parents…wanted you dead, just because I love you…they had you murdered. They ruined your life, our life…”

“No. My life is with you and I have you right where I want you. We may have spent seven years apart, seven years of thinking we’d never hold each other again, but now with you in my arms, those seven years are like a fuzzy, bad dream. You are all I’ve ever known, all I’ve ever loved and I don’t care about the rest. As long as I can have you from here on out, the rest of my life will be a dream come true.”

Greysen lifted Sutton so she was eye level with him and they began to kiss as they’d kissed in the hotel room. People walked passed them, around them, but they didn’t care. They were wrapped in their own world of bliss, where only the two of them existed and all they could hear was their hearts beating in sync.

“Uhm, I don’t know if you should start this here,” Sutton giggled.

Greysen set her on her feet, and taking her by the hand, he led her to Paul’s office. The blinds were still drawn as they entered quickly and shut the door behind them. As soon as they were hidden behind the walls of his small office, Sutton’s body was wrapped around Greysen’s large, muscular frame with a swift lift from his massive strong hands. Greysen walked over to the couch and sat with Sutton straddling his thighs.

The fire that burned in the depths of their souls exuded the passion, the unquenchable craving need and loyal devotion they felt into each other’s mouths and dispersed through every twitching muscle as their bodies worked against one another’s, even through their clothes.

Sutton rolled her body, circling her hips over Greysen’s growing thrusts so that every inch of her rubbed every inch of him with each motion. His hands found their way under her shirt and grasped firmly against her bare back. Her hands stroked the back of his neck and up into his thick, lustrous hair as their tongues explored each other’s in deep, gliding caresses.

She could feel the thickness of him, even through their blue jeans, begin to grow and press firmly against her stomach. She pulled from the kiss just a bit, biting his lower lip and sucking it into her mouth with a roll of her tongue before she released it. She kept her mouth hovering over his as she spoke.

“I think we need to get out here before I rip off your clothes and fuck you right here on this couch.”

Greysen’s smile that portrays pure sex spread slowly over his face as his hands began to unzip her jeans.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a shocked breathless pant. Just the feel of his hands that close to her and the sound of the zipper slowly gliding down the tracks made things low in her body tighten and fill with moisture.

“I have to touch you…I need to feel,” Greysen said as he looked down and slipped one finger into the gaping zipper. “Uhmmm, I think you forgot to put on your panties today.” His finger slithered in between her lips, over her clit and down to the pulsing opening of her body.

She took a heavy breath and whispered, “Was kinda in a rush.”

Greysen looked back up to kiss her as she leaned into his warm, delicious mouth; his finger slowly gliding around her wet pussy. He licked her lips lightly with a flick of his tongue. “I like it.” In the same second, he sucked her tongue into his mouth and pushed a finger into her tight hole.

It tore a small moan from her chest and her back arched. He pulled that finger back and slipped back in with two fingers, long and deep until the palm of his hand bumped her skin.

“Oh my God, Greysen, what are you doing?”

The deep gliding kisses began before he could speak. Each glide of his tongue matched each glide of his fingers working their way in and out of her as she grew wetter and wetter. Greysen moved his thumb over her clit and begin rubbing in firm slow circles. He pushed his fingers all the way in and found that spot inside that hurts so good. He manipulated that spot over and over as his thumb caressed the outside sweet spot.

Sutton’s breathing accelerated to match her frantic heart. She plunged her tongue into Greysen’s mouth and every muscle in her body came to a warm tightened halt. Her breathing paused and her body exploded in a fierce head to toe shudder under his hand. She bit down on his tongue and then finally released with the instant relaxation of all those tight muscles. Her breath came out in a hot and heavy whoosh inside his mouth.

She involuntarily shuddered again as he removed his hand and then fell slack against his chest.

“Oh my God. You…I can’t believe…uh…” she tried to catch her breath to speak.

Greysen kissed her cheek and then her lips as she pulled her upper body from his slightly to look in his eyes. He slipped those two fingers into his mouth and sucked the remnants of her orgasm off of them.

“You’re fucking amazing you know that? You’ve never been able to…that was incredible. I can’t believe it was just your hand.”

He smiled coyly and kissed her again. “It’s only because of your delectable body.”

They heard one of the officer’s outside the door greet Paul. Sutton quickly jumped up, zipped her pants and sat calmly next to Greysen as he took her hand and held it against his heart. They looked at each other and smiled as Paul walked into his office.

“Wow, Sutton, I gotta say, that’s some right hook you got there, sweetheart!”

Greysen tried to hold in the laughter but it escaped in a sudden short burst. Sutton looked over at him and couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m sorry about that, Paul.”

“No, no, please don’t apologize. I wish I could’ve done it. I’m glad somebody who can’t get in trouble got a chance to nail that bitch.”

Paul stood before them both as a look of uncertainty washed over his face. “Is it really you…are you…” The wrinkle between his brow suddenly relaxed and a smile began to spread over his face. “It is you…I…this is….Ethen?”

Greysen stood and nodded once, unsure of what was coming next. But Paul surprised him and stepped to him in two long strides, throwing his arms around him and hugging him tightly. Greysen hugged back, relieved and worried at the same time.

Paul stepped back just a touch but kept one hand on his shoulder. “Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. I can’t believe this…you’re alive. How the hell? I mean, you were dead. I saw your body. What the hell happened, man?”

Sutton stood and looked at Paul cautiously. Paul dropped his hand and took a step back as they both stood silently before him.

“It’s ok. I don’t need to know do I? I understand. Look, you can trust me. I ain’t gonna say nothing to nobody. I’m just…well, shit, I’m just glad to see you alive and to see you two back together. It’s a miracle.”

Greysen smiled as his anxiety about Paul’s knowledge of who he is quickly subsided. “It truly is. I appreciate your discretion, Paul. As far as anyone else is concerned, Ethen is dead. It has to remain that way.”

Paul shook his head. “Say no more. Secret’s safe with me. Scout’s honor.” He held up his three finger Boy Scout gesture and they all laughed out loud.

“So what do we do now?” Sutton asked.

“Now, we await trial for your parents and we continue looking for your son, y’all’s son. Wow, Sutton and Ethen, uhm sorry, Greysen’s son. This is all just truly such a miracle. It’s gonna take me a minute to wrap my head around it all.”

Sutton and Greysen looked to one another and smiled. He tightened his arms around his truest love and spoke low but not with the intentions to whisper, he just couldn’t seem to swallow the sudden lump of happiness in his throat. “It is.”

Chapter 12 - Disturbing Revelation

12.

Her eyes shot open with those words and the phone went dead.

“What’s wrong?” Greysen whispered in the same groggy voice to her ear. He was curled behind her; their naked bodies spooned as one in a perfect curled ball.

“They’ve found something.”

Greysen sat up quickly. “He’s at the station?”

“I guess, he said ‘get down here’, so I assume so,” she said as she sat up.

“Let’s go.”

They jumped from the bed and quickly got dressed, brushed their teeth, and hopped into Greysen’s Navigator.

Sutton came bursting through the all glass door leading into the small square police station. The mixture of uniformed officers and plain clothes detectives all turned to look her way. The open room had twelve office-sized desks set strategically in three rows of four with just enough room between each for a person to fit. Though there was not much room today; the room was packed tight like something major was going on.

Sutton smiled at everyone, took the waiting hand of Greysen who was steadfastly standing by her side, and they walked straight to Paul’s open door at the very back of the small building.

“Sutton, Greysen, come on in.” Paul leaned over his large dark wooden desk for a quick hand shake with each of them. “Please sit; boy, do I have some news.”

Sutton looked over at Greysen, whose intrigued eyes matched hers.

“What is it, Paul?” she asked anxiously.

“Ok,” he got up, shut the door and drew the blinds that covered the glass wall, “I’ve already sent officers out for the arrest, but I thought you deserved to know firsthand from me.”

He sat back down and opened a thick manila envelope on his desk, exposing a picture that made Sutton’s breath pause and forced goose bumps to erupt over her body.

“Sutton, uhm, does Greysen know about…”

Looking at the picture of the man she watched shoot Ethen in the head that night, she knew exactly what Paul was talking about. It would’ve been something to give a small ironic giggle to – his asking if Greysen knew, not the incident of that night – but she was so taken aback by the picture that her words came out in a strained whisper.

“Yeah, he knows.”

She looked at Greysen with torment in her eyes. His face was blank, but she could see the faint tightening lines around his eyes. She took his hand which was extending towards her, and pressed it against her chest – holding it over her heart.

Greysen looked up from the picture and met her eyes, gave her a half-hearted smile and took a deep breath. She knew he recognized him also. She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss which made his smile spread just a bit, but it didn’t make his eyes glow. As unnerving as it was for her to see the face of this man, she couldn’t imagine how it felt for Greysen to look upon the man that took his life.

“So, it’s ok to talk about this in front of him?” Paul continued.

“Of course, like I said, I have nothing to hide from him.”

“Well, you know the three responsible for Ethen’s murder,” Greysen’s hand twitched beneath hers, “were arrested and have already gone through trial and conviction. They’re all serving life up in the state pen. Well, this guy,” he pointed to the picture, “Morris Baxter, well, his little brother was picked up the other day on a B and E, uhm, breaking and entering. He was caught with a couple more ID’s from some of the unsolved murders that I’d told you about?”

It was meant to be a statement but it came out more as a question – making sure he and Sutton were on the same page. She nodded, and looked back down to the picture then to Paul.

He saw the unease in her stature and closed the file before he continued.

“Well, anyway, young kid, scared, new to the game. We knew he wasn’t involved with the murders, but of course once we mentioned what we knew about the guys on those ID’s he started talking like a parrot in a pet shop. He started talking ‘bout how it wasn’t his brother’s fault; that the man and woman paid him so much money how was he supposed to say no; their parents had left them and Morris had to take care of his little brother; he only did it for the money; they’re the real monsters. Blah, blah, blah. Once we calmed him down he told us that the first murder was arranged by a man and a woman who’d approached Morris. Morris already had a rap sheet and mile and a half long, known criminal in and out of jail constantly. Anyway, they’d approached him and offered him fifty thousand dollars to ‘do this man’ as Greg, that’s the little brother, put it. We asked him if we showed him some pictures would he know who the first victim was and he said yeah ‘cause he remembered his brother studying the picture the man and woman gave him. We’d only laid out a few pics when he immediately pointed to Ethen.”

Sutton and Greysen were both frozen before him, hearts fluttering in time with one another’s. They breathed in shallow pants and stared blankly straight ahead with slow blinks of disbelief. Their eyes were in Paul’s direction but they weren’t “looking” at him. Their palms both grew sweaty, pressed together, holding each other like they were each the last piece of driftwood in the ocean they were drowning in.

“You guys ok? I’m sorry, I know this is a lot to take in but I just knew you’d want to know, Sutton.”

She relaxed a tad, releasing Greysen’s hand just a bit but not letting go. “Yes, Paul. We’re fine, thanks. We do want to know. So…what happened?”

They were interrupted by a woman’s voice, loud, yelling belligerently.

“You’re out of your God damned mind touching me like this. I’ll have all your fucking jobs, get your fucking hands off of me you worthless fucking pig shit motherfucker…”

Sutton and Greysen both recognized that voice immediately and jumped from their seats and out of Paul’s office before he could say another word.

“Mom?” Sutton’s voice came out in a whisper, but Mrs. Grey – Helen – heard her just fine.

“Sutton! Oh, Sutton, dear! Help us. They came into our home and just starting pulling us out in handcuffs…”

Mr. Grey – Sam – came in just then, handcuffed and being pushed forward by two officers. He was not yelling but he walked with his chest puffed out and arrogance in his step. He looked over at Sutton immediately.

“Sutton? What are you doing here, young lady? You come into town and don’t bother to call your mother…” He was silenced by a poke from behind by one the officers.

“Shut it up, Sam.”

Greysen stepped around Sutton in full view of both of them, causing them both to stagger with an audible gasp at the same time.

“What is he doing here?” Helen demanded.

Sutton stood quietly just staring out amongst the chaos as it all unfolded around her in slow motion. Her chest tightened with the reality that sunk in all too quickly watching her mom and dad being brought in in handcuffs. Paul said a man and woman had paid this Morris person to murder the first guy – to murder Ethen. And he’d already sent officers out to make the arrest. To arrest her parents…for Ethen’s murder.

The tightness in her chest squeezed like vice grips cutting off all of her air. She knew voices were raised as officers frantically joined in to contain the defiant woman. She saw her mom bucking and fighting but she couldn’t hear anything anymore; the noise was muffled in a high ear-piercing siren. The blackness washed in first with shades of shimmering gray then quickly engulfed the world around her until she was cloaked in a blanket of darkness.

Noises became coherent first – people talking, footsteps, papers rustling. She felt something wet and cold across her forehead and a hand on her face. Greysen. She knew that touch anywhere. Her eyes fluttered a few times as she tried to open them.

“Sutton. Sutton, baby. You awake?”

She heard Greysen’s voice, and she wanted to speak but she couldn’t seem to form the words. Her eye lids were heavy, like someone kept pushing them down as she tried to pull up. Greysen stroked one large, soft hand over her cheek, and she felt the other one in a tight grip on both of her hands resting on her chest.

“Sutton…love?”

She finally forced her eyelids to crack and saw Greysen’s face over hers in a hazy shape. He was smiling at her, and without thinking, she smiled back. She realized her head was resting on his lap as he leaned down and touched her lips softly with his.

“My, baby, how do you feel?”

Sutton swallowed and cleared her throat a couple of times before she squeaked out, “Fine, I guess.”

Greysen helped her to sit up straight, removing the rag from her forehead. She looked around and found Paul and two other officers standing in Paul’s small office. She and Greysen were sitting on the small, faded black leather couch against the back wall.

The male officer was older, shiny bald with one skinny strip of silver hair circling his head like an out of place halo. His face was worn like leather that’d seen the sun too long. His eyes were hard, black and beady. It was the face of a man who’d seen too much working the beat his whole life. He was dressed in his deep navy blue officer’s uniform which was doing its best to not burst apart at the pulling buttons over his round tubby mid-section. He stood with one hand tucked in the top of his black holster, the other uncomfortably close to his gun. It was securely latched in place and he didn’t look like he was ready to pull it, it was more that was his natural stance he’d developed over the years – always ready to be the first draw when necessary.

The woman was younger, probably around Sutton’s age. Her short blond hair was pulled in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Her athletic build was even obvious under the uniform that was made for a man. Seriously, can’t they at least cut them to fit a woman’s body? She was a bit shorter than Sutton but had the same tight leather look to her skin. Her large blue eyes stood out dramatically against her deeply bronzed skin even without a lick of make-up on her angular face.

The woman, Officer Anderson, was the first to speak. “Hey, Sutton, how you feeling?”

Her recognition of Sutton’s sudden aware state made Paul and the male officer turn abruptly to face her.

“Sutton, hon, you ok?” Paul asked as he took one step closer to her.

Gosh, she could’ve sworn she’d heard that a couple of times already. Her throat was so dry the words came out in a hoarse whisper. “I’m fine.”

Greysen kissed her hand and stood. “Let me go get you something to drink, baby.”

“I’ll get it,” Officer Roberts said quickly in a thick husky voice. “Would you like some water, Ms. Grey?”

“Please.”

He stepped out of the room and Officer Anderson quickly followed. She turned as she got to the door and said, “I do hope you are ok and…by the way, sorry for the timing but, my daughter just loves you!”

“Theresa!” Paul scolded.

“Sorry,” she said earnestly.

“It’s ok.” Sutton smiled. “Tell her I said ‘thanks’. Maybe I could give you an autograph for her later.”

Officer Anderson’s face lit up. “Really?! That would be great! Thank you, Sutton.” And she walked out of the room closing the door behind her.

Greysen took his seat next to Sutton again and smiled softly. “Adoring fans.” Sutton smiled back and then looked at Paul.

“What is going on, Paul? Are my parents being arrested for what I think they’re being arrested for?”

He turned one of the wooden chairs around from his desk and sat upon it facing Sutton and Greysen. He took a deep breath, settling his shoulders and lacing his fingers together as he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs.

“I’d wanted to tell you everything. I didn’t want you to find out that way.”

Greysen wrapped his arm around her and she snuggled into the warm familiar circle of his strong embrace. She could feel the watery sting in the backs of her eyes.

“I don’t understand…why…how…”

Paul cleared his throat. “The kid, Greg…after we’d finished questioning him, we were walking him back up front for booking when he passed my office. I’d left the TV on and paused on some footage from the hospital. He looked over and shouted, ‘That’s them!’ I looked around but there was no one unusual in the precinct, that’s when I noticed him looking in my office at the TV. I asked him who and he nodded towards my office and said, ‘Those are the two that paid Morris to kill that man. He’d brought me with him once, when he went to meet them. He’d told me to stay in the car but I didn’t. I crept up to the house and looked through the window and saw them arguing and giving Morris so much money. Dude, it was a lota money…but that’s them, I’d recognize them anywhere.’ We asked him if he’d remember the house and he said ‘yes’. So we drove him through a few subdivisions and then down your parents’ street; he pointed out your parents’ house immediately.”

Sutton sat quietly. The tears had stopped forming but still slowly crept down her face like those last little drips after you turn the faucet off.

“Why?” was all she could choke out while shaking her head slowly back and forth.

“Don’t know yet. But we plan to find out.”

“I want to see them.”

Greysen and Paul flinched simultaneously. Greysen looked at her and she turned to face him. He placed her face tenderly between his palms. “Love, are you sure you want to see them now?”

She stared back into his loving, worried eyes and spoke with a steady and confident voice. “Yes. I have to.”