Chapter 15 - That Night

15.

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

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

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

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

“Here?” he asked intrigued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wish you would’ve stayed.”

“I came back and watched you play.”

Sutton smiled sweetly. “You did?”

“Of course I did.”

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

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

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

“I’m glad you forgot!”

Sutton smacked him on the ass.

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

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

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

“Did I?” she asked curiously.

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled. “But you didn’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything.”

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

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

He breathed a shaky moan. “So did I.”

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything you wish, my love.”

Chapter 14 - When to let go?

14.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Greysen smiled and leaned into a soft, plush kiss.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

“Where do you want it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, we’re making the time now.”

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

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

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

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

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

“My love…”

“Yes?” Sutton asked in a light whisper.

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

Chapter 13 - Confrontation

13.

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

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

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

Sutton’s stomach turned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sutton, how dare you come here and…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby?” Greysen asked confoundedly.

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

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

“I’m sorry, love. I am ok, really.”

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

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

She and Greysen turned to walk out.

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

“Good-bye, Mother.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry…I…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry about that, Paul.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what do we do now?” Sutton asked.

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

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

Chapter 12 - Disturbing Revelation

12.

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

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

“They’ve found something.”

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

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

“Let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sutton, uhm, does Greysen know about…”

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

“Yeah, he knows.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut it up, Sam.”

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

“What is he doing here?” Helen demanded.

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

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

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

“Sutton. Sutton, baby. You awake?”

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

“Sutton…love?”

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

“My, baby, how do you feel?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please.”

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

“Theresa!” Paul scolded.

“Sorry,” she said earnestly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t understand…why…how…”

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

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

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

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

“I want to see them.”

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

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

Chapter 11 - Insaitable

11.

Greysen chuckled, a throaty, masculine sound and removed his hands from hers. She unzipped his pants, pushing them and his underwear down in one quick rough motion.

“Greysen,” she said as she looked up to him from her sudden kneeling position.

He slipped his shirt off over his head and was completely nude and magnificent standing before her. “Yes, my love?” His voice was low and filled with the same lusting desire Sutton was feeling.

“I want you to fuck me.” And she began sucking on his beautiful, smooth cock that was at the perfect level with her face.

He wasn’t erect when she started – it had all happened so suddenly – but even soft and limp he was huge and impressive.

“I love the feel of your dick this way,” she whispered after the first suck of that pliable, succulent, softness in her mouth. She drew all of it in and then sucked his sack into her mouth too. She rolled her tongue around them both, sucking that piece of forgivable flesh down her throat. It only took a few rolls of her tongue, a few sucks of that wonderfully thick muscle when she felt him grow inside of her mouth. His testicles spilled out of her mouth and she sucked. She sucked until he was fully hard, thick and ready for her.

“Lie down,” she said as she pulled him from her mouth but continued stroking him with her hand.

Greysen pulled his feet from the heap of clothes still gathered around his ankles and moved to the bed. Sutton walked over to the armoire across from the bed and turned on the stereo, flipping through the stations until she found a low, sexy, jazzy tune.

She hopped up onto the bed and began rocking, circling her hips to the deep, sultry trance. She undid her pants but left them on. She moved up to her shirt next, methodically unbuttoning one button at a time until it fell open, exposing her black silk bra. She slipped her arms out and dropped the shirt to the floor beside the bed. She rolled her body to the music in long, body flowing, smooth lines – like gentle waves, up and down. She turned around and began to work her jeans over her ass and down her hips, keeping in rhythm with the beat.

She felt Greysen’s hands on her ass and pulled away, turning her head across her shoulder to look at him.

“Na, ah, ah,” she giggled as she shook a finger at him.

A sexy growl rumbled through his chest and he looked at her with a glowing desire burning through his eyes. It was then that she put the connection together. He’d said his eyes changed colors from blood pressure, depending on which way he got worked up. When he got turned on his eyes always glow amethyst, because all the blood went to places lower in his body just leaving that tinge of the red caught between his corneas. When he was angry, the blood pumped furiously through his whole body causing his eyes to look redder. She smiled with the realization and let out a small, silent giggle.

She turned back to face the armoire and bent over to finish sliding the pants down her tight, shapely calves. She looked at him from between her legs while sliding a hand up her thigh, cupping herself and then slipped a finger between the thin strap of her matching black silk thong and her skin. She grazed that finger up and down, pulling the thong just far enough away from her body so he could get a slight peek to what was hidden beneath that thinnest strip of material. She lifted her body as she slowly slipped her hand back to the front of her panties and stepped out of the jeans, dropping them to the floor with her foot.

Sutton circled her hips around in a roll that dropped her down to her knees. She laid her body down, knees still bent, back parallel with the bed, and looked back at Greysen. He was sitting against the pillows propped up against the headboard – one leg up, bent at the knee the other bent and crossed the front of his body. If he’d have been soft, his dick would’ve been covered by that calf, but he was long and hard and resting against his own stomach in a thick solid line. It was beautiful.

Sutton smiled at him, looking at him upside down, and then began to work her arms out of her bra. She slid the bra down just enough so her full breast spilled out of it. She caressed her breasts in her hands, kneading them, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She kept one hand on her breasts and slowly traced the center line of her abdomen down until her hand was reaching below the top of her black thong. She slipped her hand inside, lifting the thin material just slightly so Greysen could see her finger run light lines over her the soft skin covering her pubic bone.

When she heard Greysen let out a heavy breathless moan and saw his eyes flutter, she sat back up and leaned forward on all fours for just a second, bringing her ass closer to him, then crawled her hands out before her so she could lay on her stomach. In one quick motion, she rolled to her back crossing her legs, one over the other in a fluent and fan-favoring motion until she was lying on her back; her head now at the foot of the bed and her legs bent at the knee and open, facing Greysen.

“Uh, Sutton, I have to touch you,” he grumbled out in a heavy moan.

She looked at his eager face. “Not yet, baby, not yet.” Then she smiled a devilish smile.

Her hands caressed her breasts one more time as they both made their way down her stomach and stopped between her legs. She used one hand to slide the thong to one side, exposing her naked flesh fully to him this time so he could get a full frontal view. The other hand cupped and then she slid one finger between her already wet lips, tracing the inner circle of her body.

Greysen let out a heavy, wanting pant while licking his lips. “Uh, Sutton, that’s not fair. You can’t lay here like this, showing me your gorgeous pussy, touching it and not let me touch you too.” He reached his hand out, placing it gently over her foot and began slowly running it up her leg.

She continued to slide that finger over, between, circling it around her clit as she held her panties open with the other hand. “I’m going to let you touch me, baby. It’s my turn to make you want me so bad you can’t stand it.”

“Uhhh, I can’t stand it, Sutton. I’ve been denied touching you for so long. I want you every second of everyday. I’ve wanted you so bad I can’t stand it since we were fifteen. Just thinking about you makes me want you so bad I can’t stand it; what do you think this has been doing to me? I want you, baby. I want you more than I want air to breathe. Please…”

His other hand slid down his body and he slowly started stroking his throbbing shaft.

Sutton sat up noticing Greysen’s sudden grasp and crawled closer to him, staying on her knees before him but close enough that their legs barely grazed each other’s. She cupped her breasts, lifting one to her mouth and ran her tongue over her hard nipple. “Really? You’ve wanted me that bad, for that long?”

“I want you forever,” Greysen moaned out in a whisper.

She watched him stroking his big beautiful cock and felt the warm wetness seeping out of her with every stroke of his hand. “Uhm, I got to say, you look so fucking sexy doing that.”

“Not as sexy as you did, do. Uhhh, if you only knew what you do to me, woman; what you make me want to do to you.”

Sutton smiled seductively. “What do you want to do to me, baby?” She switched breasts and ran her tongue over the other one.

“Uhm, Sutton, I want to fuck you. I plunge my dick inside your tight pussy so hard it makes you scream. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”

Her eyes closed and her back bowed just hearing him say the words. She looked back at him and leaned over his body, placing her face just an inch from his.

“Fuck me, Greysen. Please, fuck me; fuck me, baby.”

Greysen sat up and grabbed her waist, raising her to a standing position as he got to his knees. He pulled her thong down to her ankles in one flowing motion and had her clit in his mouth the next, spreading her open, lips to lips. He stayed there for long minute aggressively eating her, rolling every inch of her around firmly with his tongue. As badly as he wanted to feel her soft and tight wrapped around him, swallowing him down into one of the hot, wet depths that makes every nerve from head to toe quiver and clench, he could not not suck her, taste her first.

He spun her around and spread her legs, guiding her down to all fours in a rough and sudden downward push on her back. She gasped and laughed lightly at its unexpectedness and her intense enjoyment of this side of him.

She spread her legs wide, raising her ass into the air and lowering her upper body. She looked back at Greysen who was tracing the opening to her body with his tongue.

“Uh, fuck me, Greysen.”

He knelt behind her and began caressing her with his plush and wet head – teasing her – running it lightly over her clit and tracing it around that dripping wet hole.

“Oh, I am. I just want you to want me so bad you can’t stand it.”

She couldn’t help but smile back at him from over her shoulder. “I want you so bad I think I’ll go insane if you don’t fuck me now.”

Her body was rocking slowly back and forth. Greysen could see the liquid silk seeping from that tight warm spot. He licked it one last time, from clit to ass, with a full solid sweep of his tongue, making her body shudder violently and then placed his head just inside the tight, throbbing opening to her body. He held it there for a minute, slowly rocking it around.

“How hard do you want it, baby?”

“Hard. Fuck me hard; damn it, just fuck me. Fuck me, please, just FUCK ME! Oh, God!” He felt her hole tightening on his head while she begged, and he shuddered.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Without another word he slammed himself into her in one deep plunging motion. Sutton screamed out in pleasure. “Oh God, yes, just like that! Fuck me.”

Greysen pulled back and slammed into her again. He grasped her hips tightly and pulled and pushed as he fucked her rough and fast. Sutton screamed and writhed on him as she grinded herself into him. He released her hips and reached around, grasping her breasts firmly in his hands, rolling her nipples in his fingers at the same time he massaged her breasts and plunged himself into her over and over until all they heard was the loud, wet, smacking thud of flesh on flesh.

“Oh, Sutton, baby, uh, your pussy feels so fucking good. Uhhhh, you’re so tight and wet…” He rolled himself around inside of her while her hips rocked with his plunging force.

“Uh, I love the way you fuck me, Greysen. I love you, baby.”

“I love you, Sutton.”

Greysen stopped pounding her for a second and she looked back at him confused until she saw, rather felt what he was doing. He kept himself pushed all the way inside of her, his sack pressing against her, and rolled his hips around a few times before he folded one of her legs in on herself. He pushed her other leg from its position next to his until it was resting in front of his body.

“Steady yourself and hold on tight,” he warned her.

She furrowed her brow and then before she could release the tension in her face, he grabbed her body and spun her around so she was now sitting up and facing him; he was still tight inside of her.

“Oh shit,” she exclaimed, “where’d ya learn that one?”

He just chuckled at her lightly. “I love you.”

The light touch of humor subsided quickly as he began to thrust himself inside of her again. Her ass rested in his hands, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms around his neck. She leaned into his full, soft, wet mouth and kissed him. They kissed like they used each other for breath – swallowing, absorbing, living through each other while he fucked her, still kneeling on the bed.

Greysen walked on his knees until her back was pressed against the headboard. He grabbed the top of the headboard with both hands, Sutton still clinging to his body and pounded himself into her in long, hard, rolling body thrusts. He sucked and bit on her nipples, pulling them, tearing at them like an animal. Sutton couldn’t control her breathing; every thrust, every pull on her hard nipples made her scream, moan and writhe against him harder.

“Oh, fuck, Sutton…you’re so fucking amazing,” he said harshly and breathlessly into her mouth as they practically fucked each other’s mouths with their tongues.

Right before the moment of orgasm was to hit, he stood and moved from the bed, walking over to the dresser with Sutton still attached to him. He moved as if they were one person, never pulling himself from her and not letting either of them reach the point of release. He sat her down on the dresser and slid both arms under her legs, resting them on his forearms, holding her wide open. Sutton leaned her back against the wall and traced her hands down Greysen’s face, over his firm chest, pinching his dark, hard nipples, continuing down his tight, perfect stomach until she got to his thrusting hips.

They both looked down and watched as Greysen plunged himself inside of her tight, wet hole. He rolled his hips in circling up and down, in and out motions, massaging that spot inside that makes it hard to breathe and makes you never want to stop fucking. He fucked her fast and fierce then pulled back and worked just his head around before slamming all of his huge length into her in one powerful blow.

Sutton screamed her pleasure with every pound. “You’re fucking incredible…your cock is incredible…uh, keep fucking me, Greysen, don’t stop.”

He moved her around the room, fucking her on the floor, on the dresser, on the table; each time getting them right to that point of a body convulsing orgasm and then moving so they could continue on that trembling edge without plummeting off the other side. He flipped her a few more times as they changed positions. She rode him, fucking him in long, body rolling rhythms as he sat on one of the chairs at the small table.

“I could fuck you all day and all night and never get enough of you,” Greysen moaned out as he worked his way in and out of her while she lay with her back on the bed and he knelt between her legs on the floor.

“That sounds good to me,” she answered in a breathless pant. Her breathing accelerated, coming out in short lusting pants. “Uh, I’m going to come, Greysen. Oh, I just can’t hold on anymore. Come with me.”

“Uhhh, yes, let go, baby, let it all out. I’m ready.”

Greysen pushed one last full body thrust inside and they both screamed as their bodies writhed together. She tightened around him as he released all his warmth inside her. Their spines bowed and her legs wrapped around his body. When she tightened her legs it pushed his body against her clit and forced him to push further inside her which made her body tighten around him more and made them writhe again. The scream tore from Sutton’s throat in a body trembling burst. Greysen moaned loudly in a breathless cry of unending pleasure.
With each tightening writhe of their bodies it brought them again until they were caught in a writhing, tightening loop of orgasm after orgasm.

Sutton slipped to the floor in a effortless spill from the bed as if she was boneless, and Greysen collapsed on top of her. The motion pulled him from her body which finally ended the continuous orgasm.

They lay on the floor in a mound of sweaty, hot, naked flesh, gasping for breath.

“Oh…my…God,” Sutton finally managed to choke out.

“You took the words out of my mouth…That’s was fucking incredible.” Greysen lifted his face from her chest and looked at her smiling face.

“How are you so amazing?” she asked as she traced his lips with her fingers.

“It’s only because of you. You do this to me.” He leaned in and kissed her.

They lay, panting breathlessly, unable to move for a long minute.

“Shower?” she asked, looking down at his face resting between her breasts.

“Great idea.”

Greysen stood, using the bed for support, and then helped Sutton off the ground. Her knees buckled as she tried to stand, but he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He set her down on the counter and turned around to start the shower. Sutton gazed upon his ineffable, incredibly luscious body.

“You’re so beautiful.” She smiled as he turned back to face her.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He kissed her tenderly, licking her lips with the kiss.

“I mean, you’ve always been beautiful, but now…I don’t know, you’re so perfect. Your skin is so soft and smooth,” she ran her hands over his chest as he came to stand between her legs, “and flawless and your cock is so big, so thick, uhm and perfect. It’s truly stunning.” She reached down and stroked that supple muscle hanging between his legs.

“Uhm, do you know what you’re about to start?” He growled looking down at her hand caressing him.

“Could you do it again after that?”

“Oh yeah, another good thing from being ‘created’, I can keep going and going…” He started kissing her as her other hand moved down low to caress his tightening sack. She felt him growing in her hand and pulled back from the kiss to watch.

“I must say, that is impressive.”

Greysen gave her a sly sexy smirk.

“What?” she asked cautiously.

“May I kiss you?”

The same sly smirk played on Sutton’s lips as she said, “Please.”

Greysen started at her lips and kissed a long, straight line down her body, spreading her legs wider the closer he got. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, holding her legs so wide it was just this side of pain and licked one slow, wet line starting from the dripping opening to her body and up to her clit. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it, rolled it, using his lips at the same time to massage her lips. “Uhm, I think you taste better after you come.” He squeezed each word out between a mix of kisses, licks and small light grazes of teeth. He sucked as much of her into his mouth as he could and caressed it, embraced it, enveloped it fully with his tongue and lips until her body was shaking in his mouth and her breathing stopped.

He kissed his way up her tight stomach, stopping for a quick lick, suck and a kiss to each waiting breast and then to her lips where he spoke, allowing the warmth of his breath to fill up her mouth like blowing up a balloon. “I fucked you until you couldn’t walk, now I want to make love to you.”

Sutton exhaled a heavy ragged breath with a soft lazy smile. “Yes, please…I cannot believe how blessed I am to have you again.”

“I’m the blessed one. I love you, my Suttybug.”

“I love you more.”

“Now that’s just not humanly possible.” He smiled.

Greysen lifted her from the counter and stepped into the shower where they made love until the water ran cold. It didn’t stop there though. After the shower, they snuggled up into the King-sized bed and made love until they saw the sun trying to fight its way through the heavy drapes covering the window, like the sun fighting its way around the moon in an eclipse.

Greysen truly was unbelievable. They relearned every piece of each other’s bodies that night with their hands, mouths, bodies, hearts and minds. They became one on so many levels, emotionally, physically, spiritually. Even with everything going on in their lives right now, they pushed it all outside those four walls and spent their time wrapped in each other only, loving each other completely; disappearing into ecstasy that existed as a world of its own, swallowing their bodies how a cloud envelopes a plane in the sky – soft, and though penetrable, fully obscured to the world around while inside.

Though they’d loved each other once before, it paled in comparison to the love they shared now. It was a new world, more intense, more earth-moving than they ever thought love could be. Their years apart, being ripped away from each other over and over, brought forth a new found respect, a need for each other that went beyond love, beyond words. Each touch was so much more than just skin to skin; it was soul to soul, so much so that their hearts began to beat in sync with one another’s.

They cuddled in the bed and talked for a while after they’d worn themselves to the point of immovable lumps of bone and skin until they passed out from sheer exhaustion.



“Sutton, Sutton, baby…here, phone, it’s Paul.”

She hadn’t even heard it ring, or heard Greysen answer it.

“Paul?” Her voice came out hoarse and heavy with sleep. “What time is it?”

“It’s four in the afternoon, why you still sleeping? Sutton, you’ve got to get down here. You’re not going to believe this!”

Chapter 10 - Surprise...WTF~

10.

“Paul, this is Greysen.”

Sutton introduced them after a shared friendly hug between her and Paul. Paul extended his hand out and shook Greysen’s waiting hand. Paul hadn’t changed much from high school. He was tall and thin with short dirty blonde hair cut short and tight to his head. His eyes were a mix of green and gray depending on what he was wearing. With the dark gray jacket of his suit over the stark white button up, the gray was more predominant today. His smile was sincere and warming. The only real difference in his face was now he was sporting a full beard and mustache. He was never able to grow facial hair in school. It came out kind of patchy, like Joe Dirt’s. It did earn him the nickname once – it didn’t last long after he shaved it though.

“Please, sit. I assume it is ok to talk about this in front of Mr., sorry I didn’t get your last name…”

Sutton quickly interrupted. “Yes, it’s fine. I have nothing to hide from Greysen. He knows me better than anyone.”

She reached her hand out as they sat on the two little wooden chairs placed before Paul’s huge, dark brown desk that was almost as wide as his narrow office. Greysen wrapped her hand tightly between both of his, raising it and kissing the back of it lightly before resting their hands on his lap.

Paul watched the motion with guarded eyes at first until he saw the way they looked at each other and then he smiled. “Good. It’s great to see you so happy again, Sutton.”

“Thanks, Paul,” she said while staring at the incredible man by her side.

He took a deep, regretful breath. “I just hate to ruin it.”

Her heart thudded with a large chilling thump as her eyes focused on Paul’s somber face. “What do you mean? What have you found?”

“Well, we reviewed the security tapes from that day in the hospital. Turns out there was a death of an infant, but it wasn’t your son.”

Her grip tightened on Greysen’s hands whose were in process of the same response to hers. Her palms began to sweat and she looked at Greysen’s anxious eyes that were intently focused on Paul’s face.

“Who was it?” she asked as she turned to face Paul again.

“Well, that’s still being investigated. What we found on the tape though was your mom and dad speaking with the doctor and nurse that had signed off on the death certificate.”

“Yeah…I’d had my mom identify his body and…”

“No, Sutton…not just speaking to them.” He sat back in his big black leather chair and dropped his head. He crossed one arm over his chest and with the other he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing over and over like he had a headache.

“Paul, tell me.”

He took a deep breath and looked back up, meeting her eyes first and then Greysen’s whose eyes were just as eager. He looked at Greysen questioningly, almost with a bit of recognition. Greysen noticed the confounded look on Paul’s face as he studied him, so he turned to Sutton and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder and he pressed his lips to her hair, inhaling her sweet scent.

Paul shuddered lightly, thought obvious in his face. He looked once more to Greysen and then to Sutton as he began to speak.

“Your dad handed the doctor a large envelope, which the doctor opened and we could see a massive amount of cash inside. The nurse rolled up with one of the infant bassinettes, with your baby inside, and your mother shooed it away with her hand. The nurse passed off the baby to another nurse walking the hallway. Comparing the time on the tape with the time on the certificate of death for your son, it’s within minutes of each other.”

Sutton tried to breathe deeply as her chest suddenly felt tight and empty at the same time while her heart raced. She felt the burning sting of tears of anger flooding her eyes.

“They…,” she swallowed audibly, “Paul, please…” She spoke between clenched teeth with rage seething in her words.

“We believe your parents brought in the outside doctor and nurse and paid them off to fake your son’s death, to switch his body with that of the baby who’d died.”

The tears spilled over her eyes. “Where is he? What happened to him?”

“We’re still working on that. We’re investigating all babies born that week you were in the hospital. We’ll find him, Sutton. I promised you didn’t I? We’ll find him if it’s the last thing I do.”

Greysen helped Sutton to stand, seeing she was a bit shaky. She hugged Paul, a bit tighter this time. “Thank you, Paul. You have no idea what this means to us…me.” She tried to cover it up but Paul noticed.

He shook Greysen’s hand again. “And how long have you known Sutton?”

“We’ve been together for the past ten months.” Greysen answered without hesitation. It wasn’t a lie but he couldn’t say, “I’ve known her my whole life”, without giving something away. He could see that Paul was already watching him skeptically.

“You treat her right, Greysen. She deserves only the best.”

“I love her more than my own life, Detective. I will only treat her as the Goddess that she is to me.” He wrapped his arms tightly around Sutton as she placed her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest.

“That’s what I want to hear.” Paul nodded at Greysen and then looked again to Sutton. “I’ll be in touch….Oh, and just to let you know, we’re in process of putting together the case against your parents. There will be charges filed against them soon, soon as we get all our ducks in a row.”

“Great,” Sutton responded confidently. “I couldn’t think of a better place for them.”

Greysen opened the door to the Navigator to help Sutton in then walked around and sat in the driver’s seat, turning his body to face her.

Sutton had tears pouring down her cheeks in a steady, heavy flow but with no sound.
Greysen reached over, taking her hand in his and kissing it tenderly.
“My love, we will get him back.”

She looked at him and smiled – a half-hearted gesture. “I believe that, but I cannot believe what my parents have done to me; what they’ve put me through. They stole our son from us, Greysen. They sold him like a piece of meat, like he wasn’t a living breathing piece of me and you. They stole him and told me he was dead. They let me believe he was dead this whole time. They sat back and watched me, for years, depressed, suicidal, and never said a WORD!” Her tears broke and the anger spilled through her words with a fierce shriek.

Greysen sat quietly, holding her hand, rubbing her arm as she vented.

“They ruined my life, Greysen! First you…they knew how much I was in love with you, how much I missed you, longed for you to still be alive and they pushed you away. They lied to you so you would leave me, knowing you’d only want me to be happy. They’ve known you were alive since before Ethen was born and they never told me! Then our son, our beautiful, sweet baby,” the tears started to flow again, “Oh, if you could’ve seen him. He was just the most magnificent little being; bright blue gray eyes, big puffy rosy cheeks.” She looked at Greysen and smiled. “He had your hair – jet black, thick and wavy, even as a newborn.”

Greysen smiled as he fought back the tears filling his eyes. “I can imagine how beautiful he was.”

“He was…he still is; I know he is. But they lied to me. They’ve let me believe that the two people who mean the most to me in this world were dead. What if I would’ve killed myself? What if I wouldn’t have been able to trudge through?”

“Please don’t talk like that, love. I can’t stand the thought. You did make it through. And they will get theirs. I promise you – if it’s the last thing I do. They will get what’s coming to them. I should’ve stayed and fought for you…but I believed them. I thought you were happy and having another man’s baby.”

Sutton leaned over and into the protective strong embrace of Greysen’s arms.

“After you found out the baby was yours, why didn’t you come back to me then?”

“I watched your house for weeks, my love. I never saw you. I knew the baby was mine at that point, but I still thought you had gotten married and moved away.”

“I was in that house. I stayed in that house for over a year after…after I thought...when…. I stayed in my room and didn’t even speak to my parents. They were going to have me committed at one point. I heard them talking about it, but they knew if I was committed then my inheritance from my grandfather would’ve become inaccessible to them, huh….Anyway,” she looked up to meet his eyes, “I was in there, praying to be with you again.”

Greysen leaned down and kissed her lips. “To think, we were only yards away from each other, praying for the same thing.”

Sutton pressed her lips to Greysen’s neck and snuggled into his embrace. He pressed his cheek to hers and they sat in the parking lot for a long minute, holding one another. He held her as she cried in light breathless sobs and the tears flowed silently down his cheeks.

They finally made it back to Michabelle’s and were sitting on the big, comfy, king-sized bed in the room. It’d been a long, crazy, exciting, happy, informative, surprising and horrifying day. Greysen and Sutton hadn’t stopped talking since they’d pulled away from the police station. Sutton was determined to confront her parents about what they’d done to their son.

“I can’t just sit back and do nothing,” Sutton said in a loud huff.

“But confronting them now will only drive them away. We’ve got to let the police do their job. If your parents find out that they’re onto them, they’ll run. Your parents have the resources to stay hidden, Sutton. Do you want them to get away with what they’ve done?”

“No, of course not! But I just feel like I should be doing something. I’m so fucking pissed off I can’t stand it!” She stood and began to pace in front of the bed – from the window, with its drawn heavy, brown drapes, to the small wooden table between the bed and the door to the bathroom – over and over. “I have all this energy just bursting to get out….I’m so angry with them…and so…so…”

Greysen stood in her path as she made her fifth lap back from the window and grabbed her hands, pulling them tightly to his chest. Sutton paused and looked up to his beautiful, sparkling, amethyst eyes. He lightly brushed a strand of her long, wavy, chestnut locks behind her ear, grazing his fingertips lightly across her skin with the motion.

“You’re so, what, my love?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked into the face of the most gorgeous being she’d ever seen in her life. Her hormones made a quick and unexpected rush through her body as things down low tightened and twitched looking at him; feeling his touch on her face, her neck. She began aggressively pulling his white t-shirt out from his jeans and unbuckling his belt.

Greysen placed his hands over hers, not stopping, but slowing the aggressiveness of it. “What are you doing?”

“I want you, Greysen. I need you right now. I need to feel your naked skin all over mine. I want to lick your body…”

Greysen smiled. “So you’re so…what?”

“Horny.”