Chapter 8 - The Explanation....well, the beginnning of it anyway!

8.

It was after noon when they finally slowed and looked at the time. They made love for hours, absorbing every inch of each other in their mouths, into their flesh, into their souls.

“I never thought it could be like this,” Sutton said, still breathless.

“Neither did I. I never thought I’d ever have the chance to love you, completely, again.”

They rolled to their sides, facing each other, bodies still pressed together in one long line, legs intertwined.

“You? Greysen, I’ve spent these last eight years thinking you were dead. I never even had the hope that I could love you again, touch you again, kiss your lips…” The tears welled in her eyes while staring into the face of the love she thought she’d never hold again.

“I’m so sorry, Sutton. If I had…no, it’s no excuse. I knew you loved me. I should’ve told them to go to hell.”

“Who…”

Sutton’s phone began to ring. “Oh shit, Paul. I almost forgot why I came home.”

Greysen rolled from the bed, pulling Sutton’s cell from the pocket of her crumpled up jeans on the floor and handed it to her.

“Hey, Paul.”

“Sutton. You in town yet?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m at Michabelle’s in Hammond.”

“Can you come down to the station, say about three or so?”

“I’ll be there.” She hung up the phone and placed it on the bedside table.

“Looks like we’ve both got a story to tell,” Greysen said with curious eyes.

“You first.”

They sat up on the bed, facing each other. Greysen held Sutton’s hand tightly in his and watched her face carefully before he started.

“Where do I begin?”

“How are you alive? Why do you look so different? What were you doing at the cemetery? Why didn’t you come back to me?”

“Hold on, hold on, one at a time. I guess I’ll start from the first thing I remember.” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “When I finally woke from, well, death, I guess you could say. I was in what appeared to be a hospital room. I was attached to so many machines and covered in wires, tubes and electrodes on all parts of my body. The first thing that went through my head was, Where’s Sutton? But I couldn’t speak. A man entered the room, I thought he was a doctor, well, he was, sort of. He pulled the tube from my throat and told me not to try and talk. I’d been in a coma for seven months and had some extensive life-altering surgeries. I looked at him questioningly and he told me the story of how he’d brought me back to life.

"He was a scientist that worked for the government in a 'specialized' field. He’d discovered a way to create the ultimate warrior, an indestructible superhuman, perfect in all ways. The only thing he was lacking was the human. He’d tried his experimental procedure a few times with a few other victims of murder, car accidents…the only stipulations he had on the bodies he could use was that they had to be ‘unclaimed’. He had a few connections with some hospitals in the bigger cities around the country. When a victim of his specifications came through, they’d contact him and he would personally come to view the body to see if it could be used for his experiment.”

Sutton watched him carefully as he spoke of a time when she believed he was dead. “What were his ‘specifications’? Would he just take any body that was unclaimed?”

“No,” Greysen started, “the staff would call him prior to the person’s actual death.
They had to know there was no way to save the victim and they had to keep the heart pumping until he got there. Even with the constant blood flow to the body and brain, they could only be deceased for a certain length of time and they couldn’t have any major physical trauma. Their bodies had to be intact.”

Sutton shuddered with the thought of him talking about himself as a dead body.

“Is this too much, my love? I can stop if…”

Sutton quickly interrupted, “No, please. I have to know. Please continue.”

He looked at her, guarded for a moment, leaned in and kissed her lips softly then continued with his story.

“As I said, the bodies had to be intact, only minor injuries were acceptable. Not only that but they had to be previously fit, physically, healthy bodies, no older than early twenties no younger than eighteen. He also wanted someone who,” he took a deep breath trying to find the right word, “someone who was pleasing to the eye, I guess you could say.”

“He wanted a good looking dead body?” Sutton asked sarcastically.

Greysen chuckled lightly. “Yeah. It sounds kinda necrophiliacish but he was creating this ‘perfect’ human, they couldn’t be ugly.”

They both huffed a small laugh. Sutton smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. “You were the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on…well…”

Greysen gave her a questioning sideways glance. “What?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way…I was just going to say that you were the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on until now.”

Greysen laughed and kissed her palm that was on his cheek. “How can I take that the wrong way? I know what I look like…what I did look like…and it’s two different ball fields.”

“It is. I mean, you were always beautiful but now…it’s almost…unreal, Godly beautiful. You look like someone who should be in the Greek mythology books with a subtitle about being the Greek God of astonishing beauty…and mind blowing sex!”

They laughed as he leaned in and kissed her again and again.

“I could say the same about you,” he whispered against her lips.

Once their lips touched it was difficult to just stop; so after another long minute of kissing Sutton asked, “But…you were so beautiful, why did he change your face?
Looking at it now, I still see you; your bone structure, the set of your eyes, your beautiful lips…you’re thicker though…”

“I’ll get to the thicker part, but he didn’t change my face on purpose. As I know you know, the exit wound of the bullet…” Sutton flinched with the sudden memory of watching the front of his head explode in front of her. Greysen wrapped his arms around her tightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to speak of it so casually. I’ve forgotten that you actually saw it. I’m sorry, my baby…”

She squeezed him tightly in her arms as a tear fell from her eyes. “I know…why should I be the one crying, you’re the one who went through it.”

“Yeah, but I did not feel it. I did not see it. The last thing I remember was trying to tear the men off of you and then I woke up in the hospital. I had to be told what actually happened to me. Speaking of, I don’t mean to get off track but,” he ran his finger tips over the pink scar over her left breast, “what happened?”

She looked down to his hand over her scar and looked back up to him, the tears still fresh in her eyes.

“I saw them…saw you…I remember the guy who was behind you stood over me and told me, ‘Hold still, bitch, and it won’t hurt so bad.’ I was screaming and fighting trying to get to you then I remember a searing burn through my chest and the next thing I know I woke up in a hospital too, though it was only a week after the…incident. I was told that they shot me but missed my heart by millimeters…and…”

Greysen stroked his fingers over her cheek as he searched her pain stricken eyes. “What, my love”

“They raped me.”

Greysen’s eyes flinched in sudden fury and he quickly pulled her closer to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She pressed her lips to his neck and breathed in his soothing scent.

“I’m so sorry, my baby. I am so sorry I let them…” Greysen’s voice was thick with anger and sadness, shame and pain.

She raised her head immediately and when she looked into his eyes they’d bled to an almost fiery red but just as quick as she could open her mouth to speak, they were their startling violet again.

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for any of it. They murdered you for God’s sakes, Greysen. What were you supposed to do? None of this is your fault. Please don’t ever think that. Don’t ever let me catch you trying to blame yourself.”

He turned his face to the side but Sutton quickly placed her hand to his cheek turning his face back to hers. “My love, don’t…please, for me.” She leaned in and kissed him as she saw the tears in his eyes spill over their barricade.

“I love you so much, Sutton. I just can’t imagine someone touching you…”

“Shhh, it’s over. There’s nothing we can do now. I don’t even remember it. I would’ve never known if it wasn’t for…”

Greysen pulled his face back just as inch to look into her worried eyes. “What? If it wasn’t for what?”

Sutton searched his face as she took a deep breath. “The baby.”

Greysen’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped just a bit. “Oh…was it…did you know…”

“He was yours. I know he was. My parents had tried to get me to…not have him,”

Greysen’s eyes flinched, “but I wouldn’t hear of it. They’d only told me about the rape when I found out I was pregnant because we had no way to determine with you being…gone.”

Greysen’s expression grew to one of curiosity. “How do you know then…how…”

Sutton smiled proudly. “He looked just like you.”

Greysen swallowed roughly as he fought back the tears which were still welled in his eyes. “Did he?”

“Exactly. He had your hair and your eyes…your chin, your lips. He was the spitting image of you. He was breathtaking.”

They held each other for a long minute until she felt Greysen take a deep cleansing breath and his tears subsided. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes again. “I just wish I could’ve done something to take away your pain, especially after…the baby.”

“How did you know, Greysen? Why didn’t you come back to me? You’ve been alive these whole eight years and you never came back to me…”

“I did though…I’m getting ahead of myself.” He sighed and kissed her once more.

“You are. Let’s go back. This scientist was called to come get your…body, I assume, and he did something to your face because of your injuries?”

“Yeah, he just had to do some minor face changes to repair the missing parts but the uhm, reinforcements are what really changed my face…and the eyes.”

“I was hoping you would get to that. Not that I am complaining, they are the most magnificent, exotic thing I’ve ever seen.” She stared into his eyes as if she was seeing them for the first time again.

He couldn’t help but smile shyly with her intense gaze. “I was kinda worried at first what you may think about them being so, different.”

“They’re beautiful.” She leaned in and he met her lips with his.

“And that’s all that matters to me….So, anyway, Vincent, the scientist, was very specific on his candidates. He was called and he came to the hospital we were brought to that night and claimed me instantly. He said never in all his research had he found a more perfect specimen. He transported my body back to his facility where he kept me on life support as he repaired my wounds and saved me from certain death. I won’t go into detail – it is quite gruesome – but let’s just say that because of the bullet wound to my face, it was pretty much removed and replaced.”

Sutton’s eyes widened with his words and her lips parted like she would gasp but no sound came out. Greysen smiled a half-hearted smile and continued.

“During the replacement process, he interfused the corneas of my eyes into a direct blood supply to a normally unused portion of the human brain, which causes me to have enhancements to my vision.”

“Enhancements?”

“I can see during the night…”

“What do you mean?” she asked cautiously.

“I mean, I could drive around at midnight with no headlights and be perfectly fine.”

Then she gasped. “Wow. That’s…what else?”

“My vision is more…crystalline, like HD, and I can see further than the average human, but that’s it.”

“But why are your eyes violet? They used to be the most spectacular shade of blue.”

“During the procedure an excess of blood flow seeped behind my corneas and got trapped
mixing with the blue…”

“Ahh, red and blue…purple.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, my luck, huh?”

“No…they’re so amazing.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you think so. Now, though, when my blood pressure goes up they turn colors.”

Sutton giggled. “I noticed. I didn’t want to say anything in case it was just my eyes playing tricks on me but I’ve seen them almost glow in the most sparkling shade of amethyst and turn a fiery red too.”

“Yeah, you weren’t seeing things. I’ve noticed the shades vary depending on which way my blood pressure rises.”

Sutton shook her head in astonishment. “You’re just so…beautiful.”

Greysen huffed a laugh. “I know you are but what am I?”

Sutton busted out in a hysterical giggle. “I know you did not just Pee-Wee Herman me!”

Greysen laughed as she leaned in and he kissed her with a soft press of lips.

“Anyway, the rest of your story please…”

“Yes, ma’am. So, during this procedure, my body was reinforced with a form of
titanium alloy that wraps each of my muscles.” He looked down to his still naked body. “Well, not every muscle.”

Sutton found her mouth gaping again and then couldn’t help but laugh a bit when he looked down. “Are you sure about that? That thing is pretty darn impressive.” She slowly slid her hand down between his legs and started caressing him.

His body shuddered and his eyes closed. “Uhhmmm, Sutton…”

She leaned in and started kissing his neck as her hand continued to stroke him. She felt him swell in her hand and moved to his lap to press her body to his; her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, her lower body just far enough away that her thumb barely grazed her own stomach as she caressed him between their bodies. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hands firmly cupping her ass, holding her tight to his body, stretching his neck to the side to expose a long line of his sumptuous skin for her to kiss and lick.

She spoke against his skin in a whisper. “Is that why you’re so thick and hard now?”

He let out a heavy breath before speaking. “That’s why the rest of my body is, but what you’re holding is only so hard and thick because of you.”

“I don’t remember you being this big,” she giggled lightly.

“I was still a kid then…hadn’t had that last growth spurt.”

“Uhm, and what a growth spurt it was.”

Greysen grabbed Sutton’s face gently between his palms and began to kiss her mouth. He traced her lips with his own and spoke into her mouth with his delectably warm breath. “Don’t you want to hear the rest of the story?”

“Yes, do you want to stop and tell it to me?” she asked seductively.

He kissed her long and deep, embracing her tongue like he could hold it with his own. “Uhm, I can always pick back up where we left off.”

“You read my mind.”

The talking stopped and the intense, raw passion began like flipping the switch on a light – instantaneous. With almost eight years of time apart to make up for, their insatiable lust for one another was merely approaching its starting point.

Greysen lifted her onto his shoulders in one fluid movement as he rose to his knees, pressing her back against the headboard and her legs wrapped his neck. “Is it possible that you taste better now than you did earlier?”

Sutton moaned loud and grabbed Greysen’s head.

Greysen held her against his face, placing soft kiss after soft kiss, glide after glide of his velvet soft tongue between her lips, over her clit – just enjoying the way she tasted, the feel of her in his mouth. “Oh, God, Sutton, I love the way your pussy tastes…I love the way it feels in my mouth,” he caressed her clit with just his lips, “I love the feel of your clit on my tongue, on my lips…oh, I could kiss it all day and not get enough.”

He was in no hurry to release this most luxurious of areas from his grasp and Sutton was in no rush to have it end, so she’d warn him every time before she was about to come. Greysen would slip his mouth to the side and kiss her lips or bite on her inner thigh for just a moment, letting her fight the overwhelming urge to just completely let go then he would move back in, over, around and in between all her sizzling moisture.

He allowed her body to slide down the head board and he moved from his knees to lying on the bed as she sat in a semi-reclined position, using the pillows as her chair.
She kept her knees bent, feet flat on the bed, tucked tight to her bottom as she watched him make-out between her legs until the most sensitive of touches would’ve brought her.

“Greysen, stop,” she panted heavily, “stop…Oh my God, I can’t take anymore…give me a second…and come to me.”

He kissed his way up her body, stopping to bite gently on her taut breasts. “What do you want, my only love? Anything you want.”

She smiled slyly and began to move down the bed, grasping his hard shaft in her hand. “I want to suck on this while you lick me.”

Greysen’s thick shapely eyebrows rose suggestively. “Anything you want, baby.”

Sutton turned, so that her head was the same direction as his feet and they each turned on their sides to face one another. Their top legs bent at the knee, exposing themselves fully to each other. Simultaneously, they took a firm grasp on each other’s asses; Greysen rolled Sutton around in his mouth while his fingers traced the opening of her body. Sutton engulfed Greysen’s thick shaft between her breasts and moved to that oh so sensitive spot that is not testicles or ass and began to kiss it as Greysen kissed her. He thrust his hips slowly, using the wetness from his luscious head to slide between her breasts while they kissed between each other’s legs like they were feeding from each other.

It didn’t take long for them to feel that falter in rhythm and that anxious acceleration. Their kisses grew hungrier, wetter and when neither could withstand another second, Greysen pushed two fingers deeply inside of Sutton and their body-trembling orgasms washed through them, over them, playing off each other like an echo in an empty cave. Greysen exploded between her breasts and all over her stomach as he sucked all that silky wetness that gushed from between her legs until neither could see straight.

Once they released one another, Greysen turned to hold this amazing beauty that he loved so desperately. They held each other as if the world would end if they let go – both breathless and in awe of this new found passion they felt for one another.

Greysen raised his head and looked at the clock on the night stand. “Oh, baby, we need to get going.”

Sutton sat up and giggled. “Time flies when you’re having fun!”

Greysen sat up beside her and smiled. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He looked down to her breasts and stomach where the remnants of their latest rendezvous were beginning to dry and flake. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

Sutton looked down and smiled proudly. “I’m not.”

He kissed her softly. “We don’t really have time for a shower.”

“It’s ok. I’ll go clean up and we’ll take care of that when we get back?”

Greysen got that sexy smirk on his face while watching her slide off the bed and begin to walk to the bathroom. “I’ll try to behave myself until then.”

Chapter 7 - The First Time...Again

7.

Sutton watched Greysen lock the door as she sat on the fluffy white comforter spread over the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. He turned around and pressed his back against the door, staring at her with such love and devotion in his eyes. He walked quickly to her, closing the space in three strides from his long legs and sat next to her.

They turned to one another to be face to face. Their hands instantly touching, caressing, each other’s faces, necks and arms. After being denied for so long, they couldn’t get enough of each other’s touch.

Sutton leaned in and kissed him again, just a press of lips at first, but she couldn’t pull herself away. She pressed her lips to his again; his hands were firm, pressed halfway between her cheek and her neck, his palms cupping her jaw. He began to kiss her back over and over. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her chin. His soft lips held each kiss for a few seconds before moving on to the next.

“God, Sutton, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I wanted to so badly that first night at the bar and then again at your condo. I’d planned on telling you then, but…”

She pressed her lips to his again. “Don’t. I don’t care about that. You’re here and you’re alive and you’re…you. Oh, Greysen, I couldn’t ask for more.”

As she breathed her words into his mouth, she felt his heart flutter under her palm that was resting on his solidly built chest. She leaned in further and parted his lips with her tongue. His tongue glided from his mouth into hers and massaged her tongue, tasting her, absorbing her like a fine wine.

The kiss quickly grew with so much fervor and need. Sutton climbed onto his lap, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. Greysen traced light circles up and down her back as they explored each other with tongues and lips like it was their first kiss.

Greysen spoke breathlessly while kissing his truest love. “Did…you…want…to…talk?”

Sutton circled her hips over him, feeling him swelling beneath her. “I do,” she leaned in and licked his tongue, “but first,” she kissed his lips, “make love to me,” she spoke against his open mouth, sliding her tongue over his, “make love to me for the first time…again.”

She didn’t have to ask again. Greysen flipped her in one swift motion, laying her down on the bed. He rolled off the bed, stood by her feet and began removing her shoes. He threw them to the floor and slipped off her socks next. He held both feet in his hands and kissed each one – a soft press of lips to the bottom, then a soft press of lips to the top.

“I’ve missed these feet so…”

He spread her legs and leaned between them while he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. He again laid a soft press of lips, but to her stomach in between the V of the open zipper.

“I’ve missed this stomach.”

She lifted her ass from the bed just an inch as he worked the material slowly down her hips. He stood straight, grabbed the bottoms of the jeans by her ankles and pulled in one swift motion, stripping the jeans from her body. He smiled the most beautiful, sexy smile that made those intense amethyst eyes shine then lowered his upper body down by the end of the bed and began kissing her inner ankle. He licked her ankle bone in a wet circular motion.

“And this ankle has been denied my touch for too long…along with this calf.”

He kissed his way, inch by inch, up her leg to her knee while his hands massaged her luxurious skin. He paused and kissed her knee, side, front and back before working his way up her thigh. Kissing, licking and gently biting every inch of naked flesh on both thighs made Sutton’s breath begin to heave. Then he came to her white, sheer panties and he pressed one soft kiss, right in the middle of her panty line across her stomach. He slid his hands under her red t-shirt, grabbing it in his fists, and slowly slipped it from her body, watching every inch of her perfect skin as it was revealed like a rising curtain at the theater.

Sutton lay before him in nothing but her matching bra and panties. Her breathing deep and lusting, her body squirmed to be touched. She licked and bit on her bottom lip as she watched Greysen make his way up her stomach gently, with opened-mouth, sucking, licking kisses. She felt each kiss penetrate her skin and steal a piece of her heart.

“I’ve missed this body in my hands, my mouth…you’re so beautiful, Sutton. I’ve always known how very beautiful you are, but here, now, you astound me with your beauty. You’ve grown so much, changed so much, yet you’re still…my Sutton.”

Sutton played her fingers through Greysen’s thick locks while he explored her body with his hands and mouth. “I’m still yours. I’ve always been yours, in my heart and my body. I’ve longed for your touch, your kiss, your body one with mine. I’ve missed you so much, my love, my only love.”

Greysen reached his arms around her back, unhooking her bra with one quick snap of his fingers. She watched as his eyes followed the thin, gossamer material gliding over her skin, fingers caressing her arms as he removed it completely from her body. He placed her hands over her head and traced his fingertips down the line of her arms. His fingers spread to cover her plump breasts and her hard nipples grazed between his thick, long fingers. His hands came back together at her panty line where he grabbed the material between his thumbs and middle fingers, rolling it around while she watched with eyes ablaze of love and need.

Each had a mind-blowing, oral sexual release with one another, but it’d been almost eight years since she had sex and she couldn’t believe after all this time that he was the one she was sharing this experience with; the man she’d loved her whole life; the man she fell in love with just ten months ago; the man she’d yearned for, dreamt of, needed in every respect.

Sutton moaned lightly as Greysen’s fingers barely grazed the soft skin beneath her panties with the roll of his fingers. He gave her a quick and sexy smirk then tore the flimsy white barrier from her body in a sudden slash of the only thing left between her skin and his hands. She gasped and the breath that followed was heavy and ragged. Warm wetness seeped between her legs, like liquid silk massaging all the sensitivity of her pussy, as her body squirmed with desperation for his.

Greysen rose from the bed once more and she stared at the astonishingly, striking being standing before her. Her legs pressed together and rubbed along one another. Her hands moved down to her breasts where she lightly traced the outline of them, watching him staring at her. A small moan escaped Greysen’s mouth as he watched her grasp her breasts, and that small sound made her smile. He pulled his shirt off over his head and slipped out of his shoes. Sutton quickly sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed where her hands found his zipper.

“Uhh, you’re so fucking sexy. I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Greysen said with a breathless rumble.

Sutton had his pants and his black boxer briefs sliding over his thick muscled calves with a push from her feet as her hands were caressing the smooth, flawless skin of his tight and round ass. Her lips found the ridge between the muscles in his rippled abdomen where she licked a long, wet line upward as she rose to her knees.

“You’re body is indescribable,” she whispered.

Greysen wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her body tightly against his as they began a kiss so passionate, like they were feeding from each other’s mouths. Their naked bodies touched from chest to thighs in a long and melded line of throbbing, satin flesh.

Their hands roamed each other’s bodies as their tongues absorbed each other in deep, long glides. Greysen’s hands moved under her ass and he lifted her from the bed as if she were as light as a feather. Sutton’s legs wrapped his waist, feeling him thick and hard between her swelling lips, against her dripping wet pussy. He placed a knee up and climbed onto the bed, never faltering from his kiss.

He laid Sutton’s head upon the mound of pillows and began to make his way down her body, hungrily but tenderly. He cupped her breasts in his hands, pushing them together like one soft mound and began to trace them with a soft glide of his velvet tongue. He rolled her nipples in his mouth, licking, sucking, pulling, until they spilled out wet and hard like pencil erasers. He kissed them softly with a press of lips once, twice, then a few quick flicks of tongue. He pressed her nipples together so he could lick them simultaneously. He flicked his tongue over and between her nipples then drew them in for one more full-mouthed suck before releasing them and continuing down her body.

Sutton’s hands caressed the silky smooth skin of his back as she watched him suck her breasts. “Uhm, Greysen, please don’t take this the wrong way, but…you’re so much better at this…your touch is outrageous…”

He let out a small chuckle as he was licking the center line down her stomach. “It has been almost eight years, my love…just wait. It gets better.”

A heavy breath escaped her open mouth. “I believe that. If that night in the courtyard was only a sample…uhm, I can’t imagine the whole package.”

Greysen pushed her legs open with his hips as he lay on his stomach, half on her body, half on the bed and looked up at her, his violet eyes glowing. “This time, there will truly be no one to interrupt us.”

He kissed his way down her right side to her thigh, his hands massaging with his kisses. He tenderly bit towards her inner thigh then brushed his tongue in one slick gliding motion across to the other thigh. Sutton’s breath caught in her throat then came through in a long soft moan as his tongue swept between her legs. Greysen continued to place soft wet kisses to her left thigh as he began to push her legs wider, settling with his chest on the bed and his cheek resting against her inner thigh.

He grazed his cheek over her twitching muscles and looked up to her. “You look like an angel perched upon a cloud.”

Sutton smiled softly from her hill of fluffy white pillows and gently caressed his cheek, traced his lips with her thumb. He pressed his lips softly to her thumb then looked back down to the smooth softness between her legs and gently ran his hand over it.

“Uhm, Sutton, your pussy is so beautiful and you’re so scrumptiously wet.” His breath was warm against her moist, aching skin and made her body shudder.

“You’re the only person in the world who’s ever been able to affect me that way.”

He traced one finger down the lines where her thighs met her trembling, naked lips, gently working his way closer and closer to the center line with each slow, soft glide. He slid that finger down and between her smooth lips, all the way down to her ass and back up, stopping on her clit and circling his finger around it. He lifted his cheek from her thigh, centering himself over her while lowering his face, and began to kiss the invisible path his finger just created with light teasing kisses mixed with soft brushes of tongue. He kissed down, across, up and over those satin smooth lips, closing the circle with each pass of his mouth on her quivering wet pussy. He took his time in each kiss, each caress, like it was his first and his last.

He placed a soft kiss right on top of the last line of his circle and then stopped touching it completely, but kept his face only a breath away. His hands were on her inner thighs, holding her wide open so she was spread out before him.

Sutton let out a heavy moan. “What are you doing?”

Greysen’s breath teased her aching clit. “I love the way your pussy looks when it’s throbbing for my touch. I love to see it swell and blush.” He moved his face over her like he was kissing it but didn’t touch. His breath caressed the opening to her body next. “To see you pouring wet for me, Oh, God, Sutton…it’s so sexy, you’re so beautiful,” he lightly skimmed that hole with a fingertip, “and so soft.” Her pussy tightened and another bought of moisture poured out. “Uhm, just like that,” he continued to trace around that dripping opening, “seeing your pussy respond to my touch makes me so hard.”

“Oh, my God, Greysen,” she moaned heavily, “you’re driving me crazy.” Her hips were slowly rocking as she gasped for breath. “You make my pussy ache for you.”

“Uhhh, baby, I love to hear you say that.” He stuck his tongue out and lightly dipped into her, licking that shimmering wetness. Sutton gasped and moaned heavily. “Oh, you taste so good,” he licked again, letting his tongue barely penetrate her swelling hole.
Again she moaned but it was breathless and ragged. He kissed the opening to her body with a soft touch of lips then pushed his tongue just a bit further inside and sucked as he pulled back. “God, Sutton, I could drink you; you’re delicious.” He pulled his mouth back once more and looked up to her willing eyes and parted lips. “What do you want me to do, my love?”

Sutton placed a hand on his cheek, running her finger over his lips. He kissed and licked that finger then moved it to her clit. She rubbed her finger over her clit as her chest heaved in lusting pants. “I want you to lick me, kiss me…suck me, Greysen. Please…I need to feel your mouth on my pussy.”

Greysen smiled that sexy smirk and looked back at her circling finger. “That’s so fucking sexy…I love to see you touch yourself because of me. Do you want my help, love?”

“Please.”

He licked a slow line from that dripping opening up to her caressing finger. He pulled her finger into his mouth and sucked her wetness off of it first then flicked her clit one time. She shuddered and placed her hand on his cheek. “Uhhh, please, baby.” He pressed his lips to that small nub of flesh and kissed softly. Sutton moved her other hand to his other cheek, rubbing, as her hips rolled. He kissed her clit again but allowed his tongue to press between his lips.

“Your clit feels so good on my tongue.” He traced it with the tip of his tongue before running his tongue over it in a gentle lick.

“Oh, fuck, Greysen, if you don’t lick me soon, I think I’ll explode.”

Greysen let out a sexy chuckle. “Now, we can’t have that. I just can’t get enough of seeing your pussy react to me.” He placed a finger on the side of her clit. He placed another kiss and then added another finger, one on either side, and gave a firm squeeze as he rubbed slowly up and down while watching her eyes. One more kiss was placed then he slipped his tongue between his fingers. Sutton let out a loud and ragged moan. His hand moved downward but his mouth stayed, licking her with full tongue like you’d lick a lollipop. He stopped and kissed her with a soft press of lips, then a lick, then a kiss. He opened his mouth and took as much of her in as he could and began kissing her pussy like he kissed her mouth only moments ago. He kissed it like a lover kissing him back, like he’d never get the chance again. His fingers played with the wet opening to her body but he would not slip one inside. His eyes stayed on hers, watching him, watching her, as he kissed her over and over.

“Oh my God, Greysen…oh my…” she gasped and moaned between thoughts, “how is it…even better than that night…” Her hands held his face between her legs as her hips began to roll faster. “Uhhhhh, I don’t know how much longer I can…stop,” she released his face, “…stop, baby…I don’t want to go yet.”

He pulled back but not before two gentle presses of lips to her throbbing clit. He kissed his way back up her stomach, pressing his body between her legs. She felt each chiseled muscle caress her, so hot and wet. He kissed each breast as he made his way to her mouth. She grabbed his face and began kissing him with such yearning, sucking her wetness from his tongue, licking it from his moist lips.

“I want to feel you in my mouth,” kiss, “I want your,” lick, “hard,” kiss, “beautiful,” kiss, “cock,” long lick, “in my mouth.”

Greysen growled and the sounded vibrated through her body. She pushed her way up to a sit, placing her hands on his shoulders as to roll him to his back. He happily obliged and lay back in the position she was just in.

She laid her body on top of his, feeling him thick and hard between them. She was quite eager to feel his immense dick in her mouth but she took her time with long, slow kissing and gentle biting of his upper body. She kissed the outline of where he laid hard against his stomach, allowing her lips to barely graze his shaft with each motion until she was between his spread legs. She looked up at the long, solid length of him, fully impressed by his size, his width, his sensuously smooth skin. She loved that he was hairless, nothing to interfere from her mouth on his body. She played with him, cupped him, caressed him, licked him, sucked him, over and over. She kissed down lower as he bent his knees, feet flat on the bed, and she sucked that soft skin between his tight sack and his smooth ass, rolling her tongue over it, while one hand slowly and firmly stroked his shaft. Her fingers rolled over his head, pulling his own wetness down with each pass for her hand to glide effortlessly over that smooth and hard beautiful muscle.

She changed positions to suck him fully into her mouth. He was too big to get all the way down without facing it from a different point of view. She was facing his feet, hands on his thighs, with the full thickness of him inside her mouth, lips locked around the base of him, massaging his head with the back of her throat, her tongue caressing his swollen shaft, when Greysen reached over, lifted her by her hips and placed her over his face. The sudden movement startled her, but she didn’t protest. Her legs opened and she straddled his head, never releasing his succulent cock from her mouth. Greysen dove into her wet pussy like diving into a pool, head first. His hands cupped her ass pulling her down, holding her in his mouth, sucking the life out of her as she was doing it to him. They each felt the muscles in their mouths tense as the orgasm hit them both like a head on collision. The screams tore from their chests but were muffled from holding each other in their mouths while their bodies spasmed, muscles tensed, thighs squeezed and toes curled with the flooding, tingling warmth rushing through them.

When their total body convulsions slacked, Greysen flipped Sutton in a swift, fluid motion and began to kiss her mouth. They moved together, like dancers, switching positions so she was once again propped up slightly on the mound of pillows.

“I want you inside me, Greysen. I can’t wait another second. I need you.” Her voice was low and heavy from the orgasm but her body was so much more aroused and impatient for him. She reached her hand down his body and grabbed him, feeling him thick but not fully erect. She began to stroke his shaft as he held his body over hers in a semi push-up position, her legs spread wide, while they kissed.

“Oh, Sutton, I’ve waited so long for this. I want to make love to you. I want to feel your beautiful, hot pussy wrapped around me.” He spoke breathlessly into her mouth as she traced his lips and tongue with hers, feeling him swell fully again. The feeling of him rock hard and ready for her caused a moan to escape her mouth.

“Make love to me, Greysen.”

He slid one hand under her knee, resting her leg over his forearm. They both looked down and watched as she guided his huge, hard cock to the waiting opening of her body. Her hand released and she grasped his sides firmly as he began to slowly work every inch of himself into her body.

With just the entering of his lush head, her body tightened and her back arched. Her held breath released heavily and she moaned a loud wanting groan of extreme pleasure.

“Oh my God, Sutton, you’re so fucking tight…so wet, hot…so fucking sexy.”
She moaned in loud breathless pants. “Greysen…uhhh…don’t stop, baby. Please…don’t ever stop. Uhhh…your cock feels so fucking amazing…you’re so big, thick…”

She watched his impressively long, solid cock slide inside of her until that last inch disappeared and their eyes met. She could feel him in her stomach. She tightened around him as he held himself inside her and stared into her eyes.

“I love you, Sutton, so much…there are no words than can describe my love for you.”

“I love you, Greysen. I need you more than I need air to breathe…you are my life.”

He leaned in and kissed her mouth as he slowly slid back out of her. He held just his plush head inside her, still pulsing from orgasm, and then slowly worked his way back in with a few shallow, tender thrusts. Her body began to rock with his as he started thrusting inside her in full hip circling in and out, inch by inch motions, over and over, taking his time and caressing every inch of her warm insides. Her other leg intertwined around his leg while their bodies rhythmically danced together.

He released her leg and she wrapped it around him, resting it over the beginning swell of his ass. He pushed himself all the way inside her body, spread her lips with his fingers and pressed his pubic bone against her clit. His circling hips added a move like a belly dancer would do, full body rolls in and out, circling around but never pulling his cock out of her – never releasing that press of firmness against her clit.

Sutton felt the thick head of his beautiful cock rubbing the spot inside her body that was the fine line between the ultimate pleasure and the ultimate pain; it was indescribable. The manipulation of that sensitive spot with the firm pressure of his public bone working her clit made her breathe in breathless moaning pants. He moved his face from hers; where they’d continually kissed during their definitive sexual encounter after a life-changing discovery; to her breasts. He pulled one into his mouth and rolled her nipple with his tongue in rhythm with the roll of his body inside of hers.

Sutton’s body began to tremble. She felt the warmth build rapidly from between her legs and take over her entire body. Her breast spilled from Greysen’s mouth as his head flung back, his back arched and her back rose from the bed. Her legs tightened in sync with the warm depths of her body and they screamed simultaneously. Her nails raked his back as her body writhed uncontrollably beneath his, with his, as the most intense pleasure consumed their every breath.

She felt him hot and thick bursting inside her body as she poured from between her legs. His face lowered to hers again as they locked mouths in an earth-shaking kiss until their vision was black and full of twinkling white stars.

His body fell slack on top of hers as they tried to get their breathing under control, but he did not pull himself from her body. Instead, he began again, thrusting slowly and tenderly.

Chapter 6 - Rediscovery

6.

“Oh my God, is this really happening?” Sutton asked herself while pacing her room. “Could he really be alive…after all this time?”

She spent the remainder of the day locked in her hotel room trying to come to grips with the fact that her son may be out there somewhere. How could she have gone all these years thinking he was dead? She’d never seen his body when she was told he didn’t make it; she didn’t think she could handle it, so she’d asked her mom to do it for her. She’d trusted her…if mama saw his body, she thought….she picked up the phone and called her mom. She told her what she’d found out from Paul, but her mom just sat quietly on the phone.

“Mom?”

“I don’t know what to say, Sutton. It was disturbing. I guess I didn’t look that hard. I just saw the little body, the head full of black hair. I’d just assumed…”

“Mom, he is still alive!” she screamed angrily, “He could’ve been with me this whole time because you didn’t look hard enough!” The tears flowed from her eyes, but not from sadness this time; it was from pure rage. She couldn’t even speak to her mom anymore. She slammed the phone shut and threw it across the room.

She knew Paul had told her to hang tight but she couldn’t just sit back and act like this wasn’t happening. She went to the walk-in closet at the hotel she was at, grabbed a suitcase and began packing when there was a knock on the door. She was so infuriated, without thinking she flung it open and stared at the man in the doorway.

“What do you want, Mark?”

“Came to see if you want to go to dinner?”

“No, I’m going back to Louisiana. There’s something I have to do.” She walked back into her room and began packing again.

Mark laughed as he followed her in. “Uhm, Sutton, need I remind you of the little contract we have? You’re exclusively mine for six more weeks. After that you’ll have a break for a couple of months to deal with,” he waved his hand around in the air, “whatever you have to do.”

Sutton turned around to face Mark, who was standing uncomfortably close, with her folded blue jeans in hand. Tears began to fill her eyes as she turned and pleaded with him.

“Mark, this can’t wait six weeks. I have to go now.”

Mark smiled a cocky, condescending smirk as he sauntered over to her bed and sat. “And whatever it is, is it worth the legal battle you’ll be tied up in for the next ten years? I’ll keep your life in such fucked up legal turmoil you won’t be able to get credit for toilet paper.” He spoke so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t talking about trying to ruin her life.

Sutton sat on the bed, on the other side of the suitcase to keep her distance from him, and thought of the threats Mark has held over her head since the day he’d caught her and Greysen together. She really didn’t care about fucking up her own life. But now there was the chance that her son was still alive and she didn’t want to start out by fucking up his or worse, ruining the chance of getting him back. She clutched her jeans tightly against her chest, breathing deeply, trying to figure out if she could make it another six weeks.

Mark got up and moved right beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders as he lightly traced his fingertips over her skin. Sutton suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable as she realized she was still in her silk nightgown. She wouldn’t meet his eyes; she stared blankly ahead, clutching those jeans even tighter to stop herself from punching him.

“Of course…there’s always a way to work things out…for the right price.” He began to lean into her neck.

She jumped quickly from the bed. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me like that again. I’d rather die first. I’ll stay. I’ll do the tour for six more weeks. But you’d better stay the fuck away from me or I’ll get your ass stuck in so much legal shit it’ll make your head spin. People frown upon sexual harassment nowadays, Mark.”

He rose from the bed, face unimpressed by the threat, and laughed. “Do you think they’d really believe you over me? Some little whore, who me and four other witnesses caught fucking some stranger. A bitch that makes her living, singing and prancing around on stage like a high classed hooker. You keep believing that, baby.” He laughed as he walked out the hotel room.

Sutton screamed and threw the jeans in her hand at the door. She didn’t stop there. Anything that was not bolted down found itself flying across the room, smashing, breaking, and leaving holes in walls. She didn’t care. She never felt so much rage in her life. The tears began again in an awakening, stinging pain in her eyes. She dropped to her knees, fist pounding the ground. When her hands were a bloody, bludgeoned mess, she curled into a little ball and cried.


The next six weeks – even though she spent every second she was awake busy – were the longest six weeks of her life. They couldn’t pass quick enough. Paul called her twice a week just to let her know that he hadn’t forgotten about her and they were still working on her case. He was trying to keep things as low profile as possible as not to “get shit stirred up”, as he put it. He’d already interviewed all of the nurses working the day her son “died” and got a description from a couple of them who’d remembered seeing a new nurse and doctor that night. He was currently trying to obtain the security video from that day so they could go through it.

Sutton laid in the bed, she’d forgotten which city she was even in now, and thought back to when her life was so simple and pinpointed it down to only two times. Her life with Ethen was like a dream. They were so in love; he was the first boy she’d held hands with, kissed, made love to. They’d lost their virginity to each other when they were sixteen. That was the first time he’d asked her to marry him. Her thoughts of Ethen naturally led to Greysen. She missed him so very much her heart ached and she couldn’t believe she’d made it another four months without him. She couldn’t shake the feeling like there was some sort of connection with him and Ethen. It could’ve just been that they were the only two men she’d ever loved so desperately, but either way, it plagued her thoughts.

The phone rang and she answered with a voice tired and thick from crying.

“Sutton?”

“Paul? What’s going on?”

“I seriously think you need to come home, now.”

“What is it, Paul?”

“You’re not getting your way this time. Come home. You’ll want to be here for this one, I promise.” He hung up the phone without another word.

It was three o’clock in the morning on a Thursday in late June. She had one last show on Friday night before her break, but she couldn’t wait one more day; she couldn’t wait one more hour. She jumped up immediately and packed her bag. She left a note for Mark telling him that her dad was in the hospital and she had to go to him. She knew he’d understand that one. Even though Mark was a complete fucking douche, he had a close relationship with his parents and would never deny Sutton if her dad was ill. She hated lying about her father, but it was the only thing she could think of that would get her out and away with no talk of contract breaches and lawsuits.

She took a cab to the airport – where she learned she was in Atlanta – and hopped on the first flight to New Orleans, which just so happened to be boarding when she got there. Her heart fluttered in her chest the whole flight. She was scared and anxious and just couldn’t get there fast enough. When she arrived in New Orleans she jumped in a taxi to Ponchatoula. She didn’t want to waste any time going to her condo; plus she was so nervous she wasn’t sure she could drive.

She arrived right at dawn and decided to go to the cemetery for one last good-bye to the baby she’d loved for so long as her own. It was too early to go to the Police Station and she didn’t want to wake up Paul at his home.

She got the taxi to drop her at Sandhill Memorial. She stood at the entrance, under the faded black wrought iron sign that connected the two sides of the matching fence that encircled the graveyard. She looked over the hill to the east and watched the sun continue to break its way through the darkened sky, radiating beams of warmth down like a shower of foggy lights. The sun glistened off of the dew that clung to the grass like millions of sparkling diamonds lighting the edges of the dirt path.

She stood there for the longest moment just embracing the beauty of a place that had, for so long, held a piece of her pain. She started the walk up the path, over the little hill and stopped when she reached the giant willow that sat atop it. She looked down to her son’s grave and saw someone curled on his knees, body bending over the tombstone that lay flush with the ground. She stepped silently off the path, her feet brushing the grass and absorbing the wetness through the bottoms of her blue jeans.

The sun was almost fully raised and the figure became clearer the closer she stepped. Only a few feet away now, she could hear weeping. It took only one more step and her heart thudded.

“Greysen?”

He jumped at her words and spun around, standing in the process. He threw his arms around her without a word and his cry turned into deeper, heart-wrenching sobs. She leaned into the warm circle of his arms, pressing her face into the bend of his neck as his arms tightened around her waist. She’d been through so much these past months without him and she’d missed him so very much that she couldn’t help but cry with him.

They stood next to the baby’s grave and cried together for what felt like an eternity. She never wanted to let him go. She was so afraid if she let go she’d lose him again, but she wanted to find out what he was doing there. How, why, was he standing over her son’s grave, crying? The tears had subsided but their grip on one another only grew tighter. Then he spoke.

“Oh, Suttybug…I thought I’d never see you again.”

Her heart stuttered and her stomach tightened. “Greysen, how do…what are you…”

He pulled back just enough so she could see the raw torture in his eyes and he whispered, “Sutton, it’s me…” Before he started speaking she knew. She knew it in her heart. She’d always known but it just seemed too farfetched for her to believe it. She felt like she was forcing this fantasy world in her head to have her love still alive. But standing there, in his embrace, staring in those eyes, the eyes she’d seen portray that same ache so many times before, she knew.

His voice broke with his next word, “…Ethen.”

She lost it. Her knees gave out and a screeching, gasping cry tore from her throat. Greysen lifted her into his arms and cradled her tightly against his chest as you’d hold a baby. Her hands found his face, where she caressed him over and over like you’d do in a dream that you didn’t want to wake from. As long as you keep touching, you won’t wake up, he won’t go away. She stroked his face as the tears poured from her eyes and she choked for breath.

Greysen stood strong, staring into her eyes with a look so familiar it made her heart melt. She leaned her face into the bend of his neck, wrapping her arms tightly around it as he snuggled his face into hers. She couldn’t speak. She just let the tears flow silently down her cheeks while absorbing the feel and warmth of his body wrapped around hers – the feel of his skin next to her; inhaling his amazing, savory aroma that she’d missed so terribly.

He walked out of the cemetery, Sutton wrapped tightly in his arms. He opened up the passenger side door to a white Navigator parked outside of the wrought iron fence as he held Sutton with one arm. He set her down on the seat then began tracing her face with his hands.

“I love you so much, Sutton. I’ve never stopped loving you.”

Her heart accelerated as he leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to hers.

She spoke against his lips. “I love you, Greysen, Ethen…” She paused. “What do I call you?”

“I don’t care what you call me; it’s me, no matter the name. You can name me again if you’d like.” He chuckled. “Ethen, by name, is dead and I’m only known by Greysen, but if you…” She placed her finger over his lips and smiled a smile so glorious it drowned out the sun. “I love you…Greysen. I’ve loved you every second of every day.”

Their hands were holding each other’s faces as they stared into one another’s eyes. She had no idea how, but it was her love, both of her loves, in one…how? Her head began to hurt thinking about it.

“I’ll explain everything, but let’s get out of here first, ok?” he said softly.

“Anything to make you happy.” She smiled as he leaned in and kissed her again.

She couldn’t let go as he pulled back. She pulled him back in and began to kiss him; kiss him with the passion she’d held for her dead love for almost eight years, with the passion she’d felt for Greysen for the past ten months, with the combined want, need, lust, joy, relief and pure, true love she felt for this man that’s owned her heart since she was five.

He kissed her back with such emotion it ripped the tears from his eyes again.

It wasn’t a kiss of sex, though it easily could’ve developed into one, it was a kiss of getting the chance to hold someone you thought you’d never see again, a kiss of the bliss that exudes through your body when you find the person who is the other half of your soul, a kiss that repairs the empty depths of your heart that you were sure were completely torn to shreds, a kiss that fills every inch of your body with such comfort and hope that you know your life will never be the same again.

They stayed embraced in that kiss, remembering, relearning, renewing their love that had been ripped from them so many times; the love of times past and the love of new found passion.

When they were finally able to pull away, Greysen was kneeling on the floorboard of the passenger’s side seat, Sutton’s body clinging to his like she could force her way through his body. His arms were wrapped around her back so tightly his hands settled back on her waist. They’d melted into each other, in every way; mind, heart, spirit and body.

“I have a room at Michabelle’s in Hammond. Let’s go. Let me fill you in on how I rose from the dead.” He let a small chuckle escape from his throat and it made Sutton smile.

Chapter 5 - Life unexpected

5.

Sutton sat quietly on the plane, head resting against the glass, staring out of the window at the puffs of white passing by. A tear streamed down her cheek as she held the folded piece of paper firmly over her heart. How could he have left without saying good-bye? Why didn’t she take him to her bedroom with her? She’d finally found him again, and again they shared such an intimate and wondrous experience. She was so ready to give herself to him that day – all of her – not just her body, but her heart. He’d captured it so unexpectedly and she wanted him to have it. For the first time since Ethen, her heart ached.

She wanted to go back to New Orleans so badly and continue searching for him. But right now she was stuck on this damn plane and she just wanted to be alone, but Mark just couldn’t seem to leave her alone. He walked over to her, again, and took a seat next to her.

“You’re not reading that letter again are you?” He huffed like a child.

“Why don’t you just go away and leave me the hell alone like I’ve asked you to.”

He turned his whole body in the seat so he could face Sutton directly. “I did you a favor getting rid of that vagrant. You should be thanking me for saving your career, saving you from being drug down in a monstrous lawsuit.”

She cut eyes at him that would’ve scared anyone else, but Mark had a dark side to him that he kept hidden well, and nothing seemed to bother him. “Did I look like I needed saving when you busted in on us? If you think this is saving me, then you don’t know me at all. Now leave me the fuck alone!” The words came out in a low and rumbling growl and she turned to look out of the window, giving her back to Mark.

Mark rolled his eyes, huffed and left her with her tears.

She opened the note and read it again as soon as he was no longer in site.

They’re right, I’ll only bring you down. I can’t ruin what you’ve worked so hard for. I don’t fit in your life anymore. I’ll never forget you. You’ll always be my unobtainable dream, Suttybug. I love you. Grey

The tears welled and poured from her eyes like she’d opened a dam. How could they tell him that? She’d gone to her room to get dressed, happier than she’d been in years and finally feeling like her life was once again complete. When she came back, Greysen was gone. She tried to go after him; she ran from her condo and out of the front door. She ran down the sidewalk, searching frantically, but it was no use – he was nowhere to be found.

After losing him, she realized that she just wanted to be with Greysen. She didn’t care about being “rich and famous” – the road Mark already had her on. She didn’t care about money or fame or the condo or the car; she cared about Greysen, about love, about being alive again and that was because of him. She’d finally fought through the darkness of the depression that she was sure would’ve taken her life to start following her dream again as a way to keep Ethen alive – a way to remain close to him. She was by no means happy again, by no means fulfilled. She’d moved to the city that she’d feared as a way to overcome that fear and honor her love. Never did she expect, especially on her first night in New Orleans, that she’d fall in love again. But it wasn’t until she’d lost Greysen that she realized that that was what she was looking for – not a record contract, not the glitz of becoming a superstar; she wanted love again. Did she realize it too late though? Had she lost him forever? She recalled saying once, watching him singing to her at the bar that night, that someone would have to be committed to walk away from him, and here she’d done it twice already.

Without knowing her, without knowing what she’d been through, he knew exactly what she needed and gave it to her, in so many ways. What were the odds that in her first day away from her little hometown she would find him, and before even seeing his face, she knew she had to know him? Every minute she’d spent with him was life changing. She couldn’t help but wonder how much more of a profound impact he could make on her life. If only given the chance to be with him again, she’d never let him go.

After the first time she’d read the note he’d left for her, her heart stopped. He called her Suttybug. How’d he know? She thought of his voice and how it instantly sends chills down her spine, of how when he sings it penetrates her skin like her insides are being caressed in a silk blanket, the light birthmark on his inner arm shaped like a ragged star. There was no way he could be…Ethen had been dead for seven years. But there was something so familiar about him. The way he kissed her, touched her, caressed her skin with his strong hands, the way he felt in her mouth; his moans also brought back chilling memories. She knew she was grasping at straws but even the shape of his face, the set of his eyes, his kissable mouth....she wanted it so desperately, she knew she was fooling herself.

When she got back to her condo after searching for Greysen that day, she’d tried to tell Mark McMillan where he could shove his contract. He threatened her with a lawsuit of such gigantic proportions for breach of contract, that not only would her estate that she was to receive when she turns thirty be taken, but he promised her that he would make sure that it affected her future children also. He had her trapped, and worst of all, she still had no idea how to find the man that she’d instantly fallen in love with.

She called her mom that night, trying to find out what they had done with Ethen’s ashes – she’d never seen his body or his ashes; there was no funeral, nothing to honor the man she’d planned to spend the rest of her life with – but her parents had gone on vacation. Did they bother to even call her and tell her or try to come to New Orleans to visit her? No, they went to the Bahamas. How very convenient.

After the first week had passed following Greysen’s disappearance, she became more desperate for answers. Every day she searched frantically for this perfect man. She spent an entire day sitting on a bench next to Jackson Square searching every face that passed her by. At night, she cried herself to sleep, remembering his touch and the phenomenal way he kissed her, everywhere. She thought of his amazingly beautiful body standing naked before her; the feel of him in her hands, in her mouth, and it made her body tremble. His sensual voice played vividly through her mind – the so familiar voice that she’d been in love with since she was a child. Was she not destined for love? Why did it keep getting ripped away from her so unexpectedly?

After not hearing from her parents for another week, she decided to take a trip back to Ponchatoula, determined to uncover the truth.

Her first trip to the Police station turned out to be just the beginning of startling discoveries. Although they knew nothing of where Ethen’s remains were, she was informed that they’d found the three men that murdered Ethen and shot and raped her the catastrophic night that began her collision course of self destruction and internal torture.

The three had been apprehended in the murder of a local woman, and when the police raided the house they were staying in, they found driver’s licenses of twelve other people who were murdered between New Orleans to Hammond. In those licenses, they found Ethen’s.

Detective Kincaid grew up with Sutton and Ethen so when she showed up looking for answers about Ethen’s death, he gave her the license. While there, she’d realized that she could finally find out the truth about Ethen junior’s real father. She always believed in her heart that he was Ethen’s baby, but now she wanted the proof. She had to know for certain. Her life was full of so much doubt right now and unanswered questions; she needed one certainty, one good concrete answer.

She signed off on exhumation of his tiny body and gave a DNA sample to forensics. Detective Kincaid said he’d get the DNA from the three who’d already been sentenced to life in prison and put a rush on it, but it would still take weeks to find out.

She’d passed the time between searching for Greysen and searching for answers playing the local pubs of New Orleans and even performing at the Crewe of Omega Mardi Gras Ball. The day she was scheduled to leave for the first leg of her tour she called to check in with the detective, Paul, and make sure he had all her contact information before jumping on the flight out to Vegas, her opening city.

She took a deep breath as the tears continued to pour from her eyes, her heart aching for the man who filled the emptiness that once consumed her life, as she watched the deserts of Nevada pass during their descent into Las Vegas.

Weeks passed as she lived her life like one nonstop, endless day with only a few hours of sleep between shows, between cities. She thoroughly enjoyed being on stage and it showed – she captivated the crowds of people who came out to see her.

Her parents finally returned home about two weeks into her tour – she had to call them to find out. She tried to ask them both about Ethen, but every time she brought him up something conveniently came up on her parents’ end: they just “had to go”, the line was bad, or they’d just flat out change the subject. She could never get them to give her a straight forward answer. She knew they’d never liked Ethen – they’d never tried to hide that fact from her. They thought she was too good for him. Her family was from a long line of affluent land and business owners in their small town and Ethen was an orphan growing up in the foster care system. But they knew what he meant to her, the least they could do was answer her questions. It didn’t really surprise her so much as just piss her off.

Though she enjoyed her new found fame, every day she was dying a bit more inside. By the time she was in Chicago – her sixteenth city – her heart was so torn she had to start putting on the fake smile to go on stage. With each city that passed, she realized that though she loved the performance, she loved it more sitting in those little bars on Bourbon Street than being in huge stadiums with thousands of screaming fans. Mark had turned her into his “pop sensation”; lights, sound effects, and back up dancers. She didn’t even get to play her guitar anymore, and she missed it. This just wasn’t the life she had in mind.

How was it possible that something she’d dreamt of for almost thirteen years had come true and she was becoming more heartbroken each day? It may not have been the exact way she saw it, but she was a famous singer now, that part was her dream. But she just couldn’t get Greysen out of her mind. How did this one man impact her life so significantly in just the two short, but exquisite, moments they’d shared?

What didn’t help her were Mark’s relentless pursuits to get in her pants. He’d shown his jealousy of Greysen the time he caught them together, and anytime Sutton mentioned his name she could see the green tinge in Mark’s face. They did have dinner together some nights but she’d always be sure that someone else attended dinner with them. She tried her best to never be alone with him but every night, at some point, he would show up at her door. He always had something to conveniently discuss or show her after everyone else was in bed. He made it very obvious of what he wanted from her and it wasn’t her heart. Even if it was, it belonged to someone else.

One night after dinner he showed up at her room with a bottle of wine asking if they could talk about the extension of her contract and where he could take her if she was “willing”. Just the tone in his voice let her know that his idea of “willing” was completely different than her idea, or her preference anyway. She declined, and he finally turned away after a long and drawn out whining session on his part. After that she stopped answering her door for those late night chats. Though she was awake most of those nights fantasizing about Greysen, she just couldn’t deal with Mark’s come on’s anymore.

One Sunday morning, after being on the road for almost eight weeks, she got the phone call she’d been awaiting. She rolled from the bed, placing the cell to her ear with her eyes still closed.

“Sutton?” Her eyes sprung open hearing that voice on the other end and her voice rung out high and anxious to finally know the truth about her son.

“Yeah, Paul? Whatcha found out?”

“I think maybe you should come home, come talk to me in person.”

“Paul, please. I can’t wait another second, please just tell me.”

The phone sat silent for a moment then she heard Paul take a deep breath.

“Sutton…the baby was not Ethen’s.”

Her heart stuttered and her stomach turned. Her eyes began to well with tears, burning in their tired puffiness. She closed them tightly as the tears squeezed out and she tried to catch her breath so the sobs wouldn’t come out too loudly on the phone.

“But Sutton…”

She sniffled a couple of times and then asked, “What Paul?”

“The baby is not yours either.” His voice was low, somber, but confounded.

She sat up in the bed at her latest hotel room, mystified by his words. “What do you mean, Paul? I gave birth to that baby…”

“That’s not what I mean, Sutton. I know you had a son. I came to the hospital. I saw him. But the baby in that grave is not your son.”

She clicked on the lamp next to the bed and pressed her back against the cherry wood headboard. Her breathing became frantic. “What are you talking about, Paul…what…how…I don’t understand.” The tears were pouring from her eyes. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as he spoke.

“I took it upon myself to go to the hospital and track down the doctor and nurse who’d signed off on the death certificate…”

“And…come on, Paul, spit it out.”

“There’d never been any doctor or nurse registered to the hospital by those names.”

Her tears quickly stopped. She sat quietly taking in what he just said. Did he mean? Could he mean?

“Paul…Are you saying that my son is…alive?”

“Yeah, Sutton, I believe he is.”

She felt a hard lump in her throat and tried to swallow but it wouldn’t go anywhere.

“Sutton? You there?”

“Ye…yeah, yeah, I’m here. I…Paul…what do I do? I have to find him. I can’t just sit back…I can’t just…I’ve got to…” She jumped from the bed and started pacing around the room. She couldn’t tell if she wanted to scream, vomit or just pass out.

“Calm down, hon. I’ve already started the investigation. We’re going to find him. I promise you, Sutton. We’re going to find him.”

“I’m coming home.”

“No, wait. I know you want to find him but just in case he’s still here, I don’t want to scare off the people who have him. You’ve become quite a celebrity and if you come here with all the paparazzi and start talking about your newborn son being kidnapped…well, I just don’t want to give them a reason to run with him.”

She didn’t like the idea of having to sit back and wait but she trusted that Paul knew what he was talking about. “Ok,” she sighed, “I trust you. What can I do?”

“Just hang tight. Stay on your tour…as soon as I know something I’ll call.”

Chapter 4 ~ Part 2

“Are you sure you want me this way?” Greysen asked.

What kind of a question was that? Could he not tell just how very much she wanted him, needed him, longed for his touch? She ran her hands up his back, over his shoulders, to his face, bracing it between her palms. His sparkling amethyst eyes stared into hers with almost, sadness.

“Greysen, I’ve wanted you since the first moment I heard you sing, before your first kiss. And now, I want you so much my insides hurt…kiss me, please, just kiss me.” Her voice was soft, pleading, and full of passion; she didn’t care.

He moved his hands to mirror hers on his face. He leaned in slowly, calculated, like he was thinking of every inch of motion. Her breath quickened to match her heart beat and his luscious lips finally pressed to hers. He pulled back just a centimeter but didn’t lose touch and pressed his lips once again to hers, making her heart stutter unevenly and her stomach flip. His lips were so silky and full, they molded to hers, encasing them in indescribable warmth and gratification from just that chaste touch.

Their lips parted simultaneously and they shared a ragged breath. Greysen kissed her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth, lightly gliding his tongue across the width of it and then moved to her top lip, where he did the same. Sutton’s eyes closed as her hands moved down to his thick neck then around so she could touch those soft, feathery curls of hair while their tongues explored each other’s lips.

Greysen set his lips over hers as he slowly glided his tongue from his mouth into hers. His tongue was as soft as velvet passing through her lips and caressing her tongue inside her mouth. Sutton responded back without a second’s hesitation, moving her tongue in the soft and slow in and out motion of his, tasting him like he was the most delicious cuisine – he was. His hands stayed gentle but firm against her face, his long fingers brushing into her hair. She took his tongue with her mouth and sucked all the spearmint flavored goodness until she came to the tip then her mouth fell open and he began to kiss her deeply, with fierce and uninhibited passion. The kiss was not rough or fast, it was tender and slow, but it was as if a lifetime of love was released in that kiss. His tongue glided effortlessly through her lips and caressed her tongue over and over; mixing with soft, gentle presses of lips and traces of her lips with his.

Greysen lifted Sutton by her waist and sat her on the granite bar. Her legs wrapped around his stomach, crossing her ankles and pressing him tightly against her wanting pussy. She could feel him hard, thick and still growing. She reached her hands down, grabbing the bottom of the gray t-shirt and lifting it so she could finally touch his body. He released his hands from her back and pulled out from the warm depths of her mouth just enough to finish pulling the shirt over his head, exposing all the smooth, tanned and delicious skin of his upper body.

Sutton gasped, a light but thrilling tone, as her hands touched the firm, chiseled muscles in his stomach like hand-carved stone. She traced the indentations around each individual muscle up; first to his wide chest, her fingertips lightly tracing the outline of his dark, hardened nipples and then back down, following the defined, curving lines down the sides of his stomach to the waist band of his faded blue jeans.

He stood there, watching her hands on his skin, his breath heavier with each pass of her fingertips and his eyes smoldering purple. His fingers traced her hands, up her arms, sliding the skinny straps to her silk camisole down and started kissing her right shoulder. This time as he made his way to her chest, he began to kiss lower, following the line of her breastbone. He kissed over the silky material, moving gently to her right breast, gliding the silk over her hard nipple with his tongue. One hand cupped that breast, while the other found its way under that cerulean barrier that kept her sizzling skin from touching the firmness of his naked flesh.

That hand traced up the side of her body, then around, softly passing over her left breast with his palm. Tracing over the sensitive skin of her scar with his fingertip, she gasped lightly – not from pain, but it was the first time anyone had touched that living piece of her memory. He pulled his mouth from her other breast and looked at her watching him.

“Do you really like this shirt?” he asked with a sly smile.

Sutton looked at him, perplexed for only a fraction of a second, and then he grabbed the material in the center of her chest and ripped the camisole in two. She moaned loudly and her breath caught in her throat – completely turned on – as he slid the pieces of ravished silk from her body, exposing her naked breasts before him.

She couldn’t help but smile from the look in his eyes as he looked upon her breasts like they were the sun – remarkably beautiful and too hot to touch. He grazed the scar tentatively and looked into her eyes.

“I know…it looks bad…” she started to say, but he pressed his lips to hers.

“It’s part of you. It’s beautiful.” He leaned in and kissed it gently then, starting just above her breasts, he placed his hands flat against her skin, running them tenderly over her full breasts and hard nipples. His hands turned slightly so his fingers were on her sides, thumbs touching under her breasts, as he continued the fluid motion down to the top of the black knit skirt, which was already bunched around the tops of her thighs giving him a glimpse of her black panties underneath.

He moved his hands back up, stopping on her breasts and lightly traced her nipples with his thumb and forefinger while looking into her eyes.

“You have the most gorgeous breasts, the most sensuous skin.” He leaned in and began to kiss her again, fully embracing her tongue with his own, mouths pressed tightly together, as he continued to caress and massage her breasts.

Sutton grew wet and eager with every caress, every pulse of hands on her so long untouched breasts. She moved her hands down his stomach, feeling his muscles twitch under her touch, to the top of his jeans and started to unbutton and unzip them. As soon as they were undone, his cock protruded out from under the elastic in his underwear. She felt his soft, plush head peeking out and she moaned with him as she ran her finger over it. She eagerly began sliding his underwear and jeans off, pushing them over his curvy ass with her hands and caressing that soft, tight skin as she did it.

Their lips never left each other’s. Their kisses only grew in intensity, in hunger. When his bottoms hit the floor, Sutton broke the kiss to look upon his naked body. As if he knew exactly what she wanted, he stepped out of the fallen heap of clothes at his feet and stood back just enough for her to get a full view of his perfect build.

Sutton lost her breath as her eyes roamed every inch of his hard body, starting at the firm curve of his muscular calves. Every line, every defined muscle was impeccably formed and every ounce of skin was smooth like silk. There was nothing to interfere with her skin rubbing his. She followed the thickness of his thighs up and her eyes widened as they settled on the enormity of his groin. He was huge, hard and ready – pointing straight up, tight against the chiseled plane of his stomach; the eye-catching swell of his suckable head settling just over his belly button.

“You’re…breathtaking.” The words spilled out slowly and softly as she was unable to breathe anything heavier than shallow pants.

She slid off the bar and stepped over to him, where they stood before each other with more wanting desire flaming between them than the room could hold. Fire filled her up inside, exuding through her skin to the point she thought she could spontaneously combust. It’d been far too long since she’d touched, or even seen, a man’s body and his body was so unbelievable gorgeous, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She traced her hands down his hips, onto his thighs, her eyes focused on that beautiful hardness below her. Her hands caressed his inner thighs, feeling all the silken, hairless skin with her whole hands. When she reached his tightened sack, she cupped it in both hands and moved up his solidly thick shaft.

His eyes fluttered and head bowed back with just the touch of her soft hands on his hard dick. “Your touch is amazing,” he whispered as he looked back down to her eyes that had risen to meet his when he spoke. “I’ve wanted you to touch me this way for so long.”

“May I kiss you?” She smiled as her palm caressed his moist head.

His breath came out shaky while the smile spread over his face. “Please.”
Sutton started at his chest, biting his nipples gently as both of her hands played up and down the hard length of him. One hand cupped and caressed his tight sack; the other glided up and down the silky, smooth hardness where she traced her fingers over his head as she made her way up. Greysen’s hands caressed her breasts as she kissed and licked her way down the muscles in his abdomen, taking her time on each individual one.

She grabbed him firmly in her hand and placed a single press of lips to the top of his lush head, tasting his seeping wetness. He moaned and his hands moved to her cheeks. She picked her face up and looked at him, smiling.

“Would you like to sit?” She’d felt his unsteady sway as she kissed him.

“Please.”

She walked forward as he walked back until he’d backed up to the green suede couch and slowly took a seat. He spread his legs as she took position kneeling between them and started caressing his solid thighs, slowly gliding her hands over his satiny skin. Her thumbs grazed his inner thighs and then moved to barely graze the outline of his groin. As she moved up his hips, she leaned over, allowing his cock to rub between her breasts, her nipples lightly skimming his soft skin, stroking him as her hands would. He let out a light moan as she rubbed her breasts up and down his swollen shaft. She traced his nipples with her tongue, her hands caressing the cut lines in the sides of his abdomen. She bit each one gently and gave them a quick flick of her tongue before she kissed and licked every inch of those chiseled abs on her way down to his thighs. She looked up to his face and couldn’t help but smile. His head was back but eyes focused on her as he chewed his bottom lip.

“Uhmmm, Sutton…you’re driving me crazy…uh, baby…” His palms caressed her cheeks and his fingers played through her hair as he moaned, watching her teasing him.

“Does that feel good, baby?” she whispered against his inner thigh.

“Oh my God, love, it’s indescribable…the way you make me feel…” His words were lost in a breathless moan just then as she pushed his thighs open wider and lowered her face between his legs. She kissed the lines of his inner thighs where they touched his groin until she got to the thick, tightened skin of his large sack, feeling it with her lips and tongue. She licked a long wet line from the bottom of his testicles up, all the way, until she traced his throbbing shaft and ran her tongue over his succulent head. Without using her hands, she lifted his head into her mouth and sucked on it, lightly rolling her tongue over and around as her breasts stroked his shaft and her hands caressed his sack and the soft skin between it and his ass. She felt his muscles twitching under her touches as his body began to roll.

“Uhh, fuck, Sutton…uhh, you’re fucking amazing.”

She lifted her face enough to see him watching her enjoy him and she smiled. “You haven’t even had the half of it yet.”

He smiled that glorious devilish, smile and said, “I can’t wait.”

She kissed softly down his shaft, embracing each kiss with using tongue and lips, changing positions with her hands. She kissed over his sack and sucked it into her mouth, rolling his two solid balls into her mouth with her tongue. Her hand stroked him smoothly, up, over and down, making sure her fingers fully caressed that luscious head. She let his balls spill out of her mouth and continued down further. He spread his legs open wider as she kissed her way to that soft, silken skin between his tightened testicles and his ass and kissed it as if it were his mouth. She kissed it, licked it, sucked it and gently grazed her teeth over it, making him cry out in pleasure.

She licked her way back up his thick cock, so thick she was unable to touch her fingers together around the width of him. When she made it to his head, she sucked it into her mouth and continued down, slowly working every inch of him in her mouth. It’d been a long, long time for her but it came so naturally with Greysen, she didn’t even have to think about it, her body responded instinctively to his. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get all that length inside of her mouth, his width alone filled every inch of space, but she kept going, wanting it, wanting to feel him down her throat. Getting half way down the enormity of him, she pulled back up slowly and looked at him. “Angle’s wrong.”

She got up from the position between his legs and sat beside him on the couch. He grabbed her face and kissed her passionately, deep and long, before she leaned back over and started sucking all of him into her mouth again. His hands made their way to her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers and rolling them as she rolled his head with her tongue. He let out a loud trembling moan as she caressed his head with the soft spot in the back of her throat and her tongue massaged his shaft.

The feel of him inside her mouth, his hands working her breasts and the sound of his breathless moans got her so wet and worked up, her body began to roll with his. She worked him in her mouth, massaging, gliding, sucking, absorbing all of him. Her hands massaged his sack, his thighs, and the softness in between with the wetness dripping from her mouth; her lips wrapped around the base of him. She slowly drew up his solid length and with one hand on his sack and one hand stroking his shaft, she began to suck him in and out of her mouth in long, wet lines, coming all the way up so she could suck and lick on his pulsing head.

“Uhhh, Sutton, I want to taste you, baby. I want your pussy in my mouth.” Greysen moaned and then whispered something as his hips began to rock harder. She was going to stop and ask him what he’d just said; he’d whispered so low she didn’t quite hear him – she thought he’d just called her Suttybug – but she couldn’t stop. She loved feeling him in her mouth, his slick smoothness and rock hardness, a perfect combination. He was delicious and so tempting and she couldn’t get enough of him.

“Uh, Sutton, stop. Uh, baby, stop or I’m going to come.”

She pulled up just a little to look into his blazing, wide eyes but she continued to stroke him long and hard with her hand.

“I want you to. I want to feel you come in my mouth, Greysen. Please, come for me.”

He leaned in and kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth as his thrusts of his hips became harder. “Anything you want, love,” he whispered against her lips.

She smiled and went back down, taking him fully into her mouth, all the way down and all the way up, lips tight, tongue caressing with the motion. She heard his breathing accelerate as his hips circled. His hands were fumbling between his own thighs and her back.

“Oh my….uhhh, ok, ok, I’m gonna go,” he tried to pull her back, “I can’t hold it anymore, Sutton.”

She reached around and grabbed his hands, cupping them on her breasts, and continued sucking. She felt his rhythm falter and he suddenly exploded in a hot, thick burst inside her mouth and she sucked harder. His breath escaped in a loud series of heavy moans and gasping breaths. When his hips stopped thrusting and his hands released their iron grasp on her breasts, she slid him slowly out of her mouth, resting him gently against his stomach.

She swallowed deep, as he stared into her eyes with a look that could burn the skin off of her body it was filled with so much passion. She licked her lips, slowly, across the top and sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. “Delicious.”

“You’re…” he was trying hard to catch his breath, “un-fucking-believable.” He panted a couple of times and licked his dry lips. “That was so…uhhh, words fail.”

Sutton leaned in and licked his lips with him. “Just tried to return the favor.”

“Uh, love…I think that surpassed my kiss by far.”

She giggled lightly. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You didn’t feel it from my end.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled his thighs, legs bent at the knee and felt him, still thick, just not as hard, in between her legs. The sensation of feeling that enormous cock pressed against her with only the thin barrier of her panties was almost too much. She slowly rubbed herself over it, feeling that touch of softness began to disappear. The silky moisture seeping from between her legs made each glide smoother, harder and more erotic.

“No, but there’s no way it was better than that. I think, maybe…” His hands were tracing the naked skin of her back. He looked down to her thrusting hips as he ran his hands down her inner thighs and pushed her panties to the side. Sutton looked down as he used two fingers to spread her lips open so they could envelop his steadily hardening cock. He let out a ragged breath with her as she began to rub her dripping wet pussy on him. He placed his hands on her hips, helping her glide over his now rock hard shaft, teasing them both.

“Maybe what?” she asked as he looked up and they began to kiss, tongues sucking tongues, light biting of lips, rough and wanting kisses. His hands made it back up and both their hands began roaming each other’s naked chests.

“I think, I should try again,” he whispered out while she sucked his bottom lip.

They let out a small laugh together and then turned abruptly as a key rattled in the door. Just as quick, the front door opened.

“Mark!” Sutton gasped.

Greysen instinctively pressed her tighter to his chest to shield her half naked body.

“Sutton! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Mark exclaimed.

“Me? What the fuck are you doing letting yourself into my home?”

“You gave me a key.”

“Yeah, for emergencies, like if I’m lying on the floor dying! Not to let yourself into my home whenever the hell you feel like it!”

Greysen reached back, pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around Sutton securely before he stood in front of her, facing Mark. He didn’t care that he was buck naked and still gooey from Sutton’s returning favor. Mark looked him up and down as Greysen stood there in all his beautiful glory. Mark inhaled and puffed his chest out like he trying to stand up straighter, appear bigger.

“I think you should leave…Mark.” Greysen said his name with disdain.

Suddenly, four men dressed in head to toe black - pants, shirts, ties and jackets, with little clear wires that ran from their ears to a small clip on their collars - stepped up behind him. Bodyguards. Great.

Mark walked over to the bar, bent down, picked up Greysen’s jeans and threw them at him. “I think you’re the one who should be leaving, son.”

Sutton stood up from the couch, wrapped in her white chenille blanket. “Now you just wait one damned minute! You will not come into my home like you fucking own the place and start throwing people out. Why the hell are you even here?”

Mark was still staring at Greysen as he slipped into his jeans. “Studio, remember?
We’re going to lay the final track today?”

Sutton’s head dropped. “Shit. I forgot that was today.”

Greysen turned and faced her behind him. Sutton looked up to his questioning eyes and pleaded. “Please don’t leave. I’m going to go throw some clothes on. But please don’t leave. I want you to come with me.”

“He’s not allowed in the studio, Sutton. You know that,” Mark said condescendingly.

“You can stay here then,” she said as she looked back at Greysen. Her blanket was slipping and she tried to hold it in place while she looked at him.

He reached down and wrapped it around her tighter, making sure she was fully covered and smiled at her. “Go, get dressed,” he said, and then leaned in and kissed her.

She reached up on tiptoe and kissed him back, giving herself to him in that kiss; letting him know as best as she could without words that she wanted him, completely. They stood there with their audience and lost themselves in that kiss, but they didn’t care. When they were together the world was only the two of them.

“Uhm, hum….Sutton, we’ve got to go,” Mark said with a sneer at Greysen.

She rolled her eyes at Mark, kissed Greysen one last time and walked to her bedroom.

Chapter 4 - Reunited (Part 1)

4.

Sutton stood against the glass wall overlooking the Mississippi River in her penthouse condo, daydreaming. She couldn’t believe how completely her life had changed in the short six months she’s lived in New Orleans. Overcome with satisfaction that she’d finally built up the nerve to make the move, now her dream was finally coming true. She’d received a seven figure record contract, a lavish, twenty-two hundred square foot condo at the end of Poydras overlooking the river, a new car, and was almost finished recording her first album – all in six months. It exceeded her dream.

“We made it, Ethen,” she whispered up at the sky.

As soon as she said it, her thoughts turned to Greysen. She thought of him often, wondered what he was doing now, where he’d gone after that night in the bar. She’d asked Mr. Hebert about him – where’d he go, who’d he signed with…his last name. But he had no answers. “He’s only gone by Greysen as long as I’ve known him. He was talking with a few companies that night….I’m not sure which one, if any of them, he signed with, sorry.”

Sorry. Yeah. Not that she could regret making the choice to follow her dreams…or, she shouldn’t. Truth was she was beginning to. She thoroughly enjoyed recording her music, and all the fancy dinners and the parties were nice, but there was still a piece of her that was empty, longing…alone. She’d spent so many years guarded and unwavering where her heart was concerned; then one night she let go of all of it, and in the same night, it all got ripped away again. Not that she was in love with Greysen…but she could’ve easily fallen in love with him, and for the first time in over seven years, she wanted to be. She felt so much for that amazingly talented, gorgeous, perfect being that made her feel so much pleasure in the brief time they shared. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure, though that was phenomenal, he’d touched her heart, her soul; he’d moved her in ways no one had done since Ethen. In that short time alone with him, he’d made her…happy, and she just walked away from him; walked away from the only other man in her life that made her heart race with excitement, her stomach flutter with nerves and her blood rush with desire all at the same time. She wanted so desperately to find him but had no idea where to start looking.

She’d spent the past six months wrapped up in fast-paced, hectic days and lonely, aching nights thinking about what she could’ve had with Greysen. She’d lie in her bed visualizing that night in the courtyard, his hands on her body, his mouth pressed to an area that so ached to be touched, the caress of his velvety soft tongue. His kiss was beyond description. She’d never felt such ultimate satisfaction – not even from Ethen. It was like Greysen knew her body and knew exactly what to do to pulverize the barrier she’d spent so long building up around her.

If it had been anyone else, she probably wouldn’t have even walked out that back door to the courtyard, but she wanted Greysen from the first moment she’d walked into the bar – the night she’d only heard his voice. She imagined what it would’ve been like to go passed that kiss, to touch that bulging, solid body, to feel him inside of her. She fell asleep most nights clutching her pillow tightly to her shaking, lusting body.

Walking through Jackson Square, she headed towards Café du Monde for some morning coffee – smelling it and the fresh beignets from blocks away. The streets were full; packed with people walking, enjoying the sites. She could always tell which ones were tourists with their cameras and maps out, looking quite confused with the layout of the city. Some people were taking rides in the horse-pulled buggies, snuggling into each other under a big flannel blanket. Street performers were abundant, drawing crowds of people to their individual shows. There was a couple with a small baby getting their portrait drawn in caricature form – big bubbly heads and pouty lips – by a man sitting before an easel. There was a guy dressed as a cowboy and painted in head-to-toe silver, every inch of him, even his clothes, and he posed over and over as people walked up and took pictures with him. Small children with bottle caps stuck into the soles of their shoes tapped light, tinny beats while people passing by threw money into their cardboard boxes placed before them. The bells rang loudly in the tower of the St. Louis Cathedral, recognizing the beginning of new hour.

It was almost March and one couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day. Spring was coming and it was easy to tell from the influx of people out enjoying the picture-perfect weather. The sun glistened brightly overhead in a nearly cloudless blue sky. There was a slight breeze flowing from the river, bringing a warm and muddy smell to the crispness of the cool, clear morning.

Sutton stopped and closed her eyes, stretching her neck and raising her face to sky to bask in the warmth of the sun’s radiance when she was bumped and knocked straight down on her butt. She looked up and her stomach jumped up into her throat as her heart stopped.

“Sutton?”

“Greysen?”

He reached a hand down and helped her to her feet. Without another thought, she threw her arms around his waist and he responded accordingly. He wrapped his arms tightly over hers, encircling her waist, and pulled her into his solid, warm body. He was even more beautiful than she’d remembered him, standing in his form fitting gray t-shirt, faded blue jeans and flip flops. Uhh, he was utterly devastating. His hair had grown just a bit longer and ended in full curls framing his perfectly square jaw. They stood silently for a long minute, wrapped in each other’s arms like reunited longtime lovers.

“Where have you been?” Sutton asked; her face still nestled against his neck. She breathed him in deeply, remembering his delicious savory aroma.

“I’ve been around.”

She frowned with his vague answer.

“Around? It’s been six months…” She pulled away from his embrace feeling very stupid. That night meant nothing to him. She was just another cheap and easy woman who swooned at his words and gave into his kiss. He took what he wanted and moved on while she was falling in love. She wasn’t the one who walked away; there was nothing to walk away from.

He caught her hand and held her close to him. “I went looking for you when I’d finished talking, but you’d already left with that agent from Uptown. I flew out to LA to talk with a couple of big wigs out there and when I got back here…well, once I did find you again, I didn’t want to bother you. You looked so…happy. I didn’t want to be the one to interrupt that, to interfere in your dream.”

She relaxed in his grasp and looked up to his gentle, violet eyes.

“I know we don’t know each other, Greysen, but that night…well, it meant more to me than I think you realize. That may be the norm for you but I’ve never…”

“Sutton, neither have I. I’ve never had someone move me the way you did, the way you do, still. I just had to be close to you and when I felt your body in my hands, uhh, I just couldn’t help myself. But I wanted you for so much more than just that…kiss.” His smile came out bashfully but made his eyes sparkle like backlit amethyst.

Just hearing him say the words made her body react to him. Her pulse quickened and her thighs twitched with the memory of that sensational kiss. She reached out her other hand, which he took without hesitation and pulled her back into his secure embrace.

“You don’t know how I have thought of you over these six months,” he whispered to her ear as he nestled his face next to hers.

“I have thought of you too. I think of you every day…of what could’ve been if I wouldn’t have left with Mark that night.”

“If I’d have had any idea that you felt the same way as me, I’d have chased you down when I saw you walk out with him. I thought…”

Sutton pulled her face back just enough to see his eyes. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not. Tell me, please,” she pleaded softly.

“I just thought, maybe, I’d pushed you to a place you didn’t like…maybe, you were mad at me for what I did to you and that’s why you never looked back…you never looked for me.”

“But I did look for you. Mr. Hebert didn’t even know your last name. I tried to….Wait, did you say that you thought I didn’t like what you did?”

He nodded. She giggled.

“Uhm, just in case you missed it and the back-arching scream that tore from my throat wasn’t clue enough,” she raised on tiptoe so her mouth was almost touching his ear, “I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my life and I dream about it, every night.”

Greysen chuckled, a sexy, throaty sound. “Me too.” Sutton lowered herself and looked up to his glowing eyes as he finished. “I remember the look on your face, the sound of your scream, the feel of your satiny skin,” he traced a finger over her cheek, “your taste…” He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and licked his lips slowly.

Sutton watched his tongue tracing the silky skin of his full lips and her breath caught in her throat. She felt the overwhelming need to lean in closer and take his tongue into her mouth. His eyes opened and Sutton knew he could see her staring at his mouth with smoldering eyes. He lowered his face within an inch of hers and smiled softly. His voice dropped as he placed his palm against her cheek and she looked into his eyes again. “Your memory consumes me.”

“Where are you going?” Sutton asked, suddenly breathless and staring into the eyes of a man who so quickly held her heart.

“Nowhere of importance. You?”

“Same. My condo is about twelve blocks away…if you’re not busy…”

Greysen looked at her, eyes bright and eager. “There is nothing in this world that could take precedence over you.”

They stepped through the front door and into the living room with a full view of the open kitchen to their right. The only separation from it to the living room before them was the black granite bar. The far wall was mostly glass windows which were encased in brick. The warm sage green of the adjacent walls were just a shade lighter than the living room set placed in a semi-circle around the wood burning fireplace. The fluffy white carpet started at the front door and covered to the back wall then transitioned into deep brown, hardwood floors at the bar.

Sutton took off her thin, black sweater and laid it and her purse on the bar while asking, “Would you like something to drink?”

When she turned, Greysen was only inches away from her.

“I’m hungry.”

She stood still before him, arms bent behind her, hands gripping the bar so tightly her
knuckles went white.

“Uhm, I have some left over Chinese from last night…” she started to say, but Greysen had already started shaking his head.

“I don’t want Chinese.”

He stepped in closer, placing his hands next to hers on the bar so that they barely touched. That gentle brush of his soft skin on hers sent goose bumps up her arms. She stared back into his eyes which were so full of the same desire that was burning through her gut like a scorching branding iron.

“What would you like,” she swallowed audibly, “to eat?”

His face was only inches from hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath – smell that same sweet spearmint that she remembered tasting in that chaste touch of his lip with her tongue from their one night together.

“What I’ve been craving for the past six months.”

Sutton, of course, knew where he was headed but she wanted to hear him say the words. His voice was like a drug to her; she couldn’t resist it and waited fervently for another hit. She took a deep breath to steady herself and asked in a strained breath, “What’s that?”

Greysen moved his lips so they were barely grazing her slightly parted mouth. She could feel the silky smooth, delectable skin that she wanted so badly to taste, brushing over her eager lips as he spoke so softly.

“You…your lips….your tongue,” he licked a faint line from her bottom lip to her top, “your pussy.”

She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until it came out in a ragged heave with his last word. She licked her suddenly dry lips and whispered back, “Anything.”

Greysen smiled and steadied himself in front of her. He removed his hands from the bar, tenderly placing her face between them.

“That sure is saying a lot for someone you don’t really know.” He smiled slyly.

Sutton wanted to say so badly, “But I do know you…I don’t know how, but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” Instead she said, “Does it matter if I already know I’d do anything to please you.” She smiled slightly, using his words from that night on him.

He let a small masculine chuckle escape his throat. “You took the words right out of my mouth.” His face quickly grew serious as he stared into her eyes.

Sutton had waited so long for his touch again, never knowing if she’d even have the chance. It had been seven years since she was touched the first time she was with Greysen, and now another six months had passed and her lust for him had grown so tremendously.

Greysen stood before her and traced his fingertips lightly down her cheeks to her neck. He kept his eyes locked intensely with hers. She still couldn’t bring herself to release her death grip on the bar or she knew she’d collapse. She stood trembling and fighting a losing battle to control her breathing and racing heart as his fingers continued tracing the outline of her body.

She had only worn a blue camisole under her sweater, and now she was so grateful because it left so much exposed skin for him to caress. His hands were so soft, flowing like silk down her neck and slowly tracing her arms all the way down to her tightened fists.

He pulled her fingers to release the bar; it did not take much to coerce her. He placed her hands on his waist and gently traced up her arms as she grasped firmly to his solidness.

He broke the intense gaze to look upon her skin as his fingers made their way across her shoulders and glided smoothly over the silkiness of her chest. He paused momentarily and looked back up to her avid eyes before he pressed the palms of his hands against her body and ran his hands down, curving around her breasts. She was not wearing a bra so when her nipples hardened instantaneously, it showed him how his touch affected her. His soft smile made her pussy tighten with want.

Sutton bit down on her bottom lip as the shaky breath rolled out from between her clenched teeth with a small aching moan.

“You’re more beautiful than I remembered…and so soft. I wonder if you taste better than I remember.” Greysen spoke in a low seductive growl.

“By all means,” she said, unable to withhold the tremble in her voice anymore, “don’t let me stop you from what you want…I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long now.”

“I’ve dreamt of you, Sutton. I thought of you every second of my life since I lost you.”

His hands paused on her waist as they spoke and looked at one another with such devotion, such instant…love. She felt it so quickly, it was overwhelming, but the more she looked at him the more she knew; she did love him. She’d spent the past six months building up this perfect being in her head, falling in love with what she thought he could be, and here before her, he was exceeding everything she’d imagined.

His hands began to slide over her body once again, from her waist, around her back and up, cupping her shoulders as he pulled her body firmly against his.

The muscled length of his body pressed against her willing flesh made the tightening ache low in her body exude through the rest of her and tear out of her throat in a slight moan. He hovered over her mouth with his but would not kiss her yet. Oh, she wanted to kiss him so urgently her lips ached.

He traced her lips with his so lightly it felt like he was brushing silk across her mouth. He moved from her lips to her chin and then brushed his lips across her jaw to her ear. He placed a single soft press of lips to the hollow where her jaw, ear and neck met. Her chest heaved, pressing her breast against his solid chest. She felt his cock swell with the motion as their bodies were pressed in one long tight line. It’d been so long since she’d felt a man hard and thick against her body and it made her pussy respond in a sudden wet burst.

Pressing his full lips to her skin, he continued down her neck, across her collarbone to her shoulder. He lifted the hand that cupped her left shoulder and graced that spot with a light tongue-parted kiss. Her body shuddered involuntarily and her hands that were grasped firmly on his waist, slid to the small of his back, pulling him tighter against her body.

His kisses kept that press of tongue as he kissed each inch of her tingling skin across the top of her chest to the opposite shoulder. Again he moved his cupped hand so he could kiss every piece of satin flesh as he worked his way, slowly, gently, to her neck where he traced his tongue, in one slick gliding motion, all the way up to her ear.

“You taste so good,” he whispered just as breathless as Sutton felt. “I’ve wanted for so long to taste your skin, to feel every inch of your body with my mouth, my hands, my body.” The pulsing warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine and she snuggled her cheek against his as he spoke. “I’ve waited so long to have you back in my arms. I can’t believe you’re really here.”

Sutton knew exactly how he felt; she’d wanted him since that first night, over six months ago. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere this time. There’s no one here to interrupt us now.”