Caution: It gets a little steamy at the end.

He threw me onto his bed gently. "Are you sleeping in that?" He asked in a whisper.

I shook my head. No way in the world would I be going to sleep in this dress. It's too constricting.

"I need a shirt."

He nodded and grabbed one off the edge of his bed and tossed it at my head. Luckily I caught it before it touched my face. It didn't smell dirty, so it was safe to wear.

"Turn around."

He sighed as he did as I ordered as he stripped down to his boxers. He got into his sheep and cloud baby blue pajama bottoms in the time it took me to take off my dress.Then again I wasn't very quick because I gawked at the muscles on his back. 

I knew the only reason he wore those pajamas was because I bought them for him. He was my unlucky victim for secret santa one christmas, I thought it was a good joke. Not good enough because we wore them so much they were starting to look worn out.

He smirked when he saw my underwear. "And here I thought Brian was just making it up."

"You're not supposed to be looking." I whispered in a hiss as I tugged the shirt on. "You heard him?"

He nodded. "Of course I heard him... werewolf, duh." Like I dumb or something...

I blushed at the look he was giving me. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me to him until he was between my legs. He unclasped my heels, which made a loud noise as they hit the ground. It was only then I noticed the tribal art tattooed on his chest.

"When did you get a tattoo?"

He looked at it his chest. "When Rebecca was here visiting you."

"Why didn't you show me before?"

He leaned down to put his very attractive face as a few inches away from mine, "Didn't think you'd care."

I smiled, "I care...sometimes."

"You're cute."

I laughed quietly, trying to stop blushing. "That's not something I would expect you to say to me." I was very aware that our bodies were seperated only by a couple layers of thin cotton. I felt my blood pressure and heart rate sky rocket.

He shrugged, "There's no one here to tease me." No one here that would see me as being his weakness. Greyson always was the one who took care of everyone. The leader. Leaders can't have weaknesses. Not in the world of werewolves.

"So...It's: be nice to me behind closed doors and a jerk when people are watching?"

He nodded, "Can't let Trevor know that he has what he wanted."

I shook my head, "You're too obsessed with that whole idea."

"You don't know the story behind that." I opened my mouth to ask about it, but he covered it with his hand, "Maybe later. It's too long of a story for tonight."

"When's later?" He shrugged. "You're hoping I'll forget about it?"

He smiled, not looking the least bit guilty. "Yes."

My fingers found their way to the tattoo, my fingers followed the tribal pattern the covered half of his chest. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"It's a nice tattoo."

He nodded, "It's not done yet."

"More?"

He nodded, "A lot more."

He let his head fall to my shoulder and sighed deeply. I continued to stare at the tattoo that was hovering over my body. When the kisses on my neck started, I tilted my head to the side for him. The kisses were so light and delicate that they sent shivers down my back and to my toes, leaving goose bumps in their wake. I felt heat surging through my body.

He stopped and put some space between us. I was a bit disappointed.

"Maybe we should just go to sleep." He offered.

I repressed a sigh then nodded. "Sure."

I scooted away from the edge of the bed to 'my' side of his bed. He turned off the bedside light and then got under the blankets.

When the light snoring started, it was safe to leave his room. I quietly got up and tiptoed to my room. I needed to clear my head. I needed to think. I changed sweatpants and a thermal shirt before grabbing some tennis shoes and tiptoeing to the backyard. I had to be quiet until I hit the tree line. Even after that, someone might hear me making my way though the trees.

Out here there's a stream. The stream would lead to a drop off I found a few years back. It was colder than I expected when I found the stream. I rubbed my goose bump covered arms to create some kind of warmth. I regretted not bringing a jacket with me. I followed it until it started to get larger and deeper. There were some good rocks I could sit on and watch the moon slowly raise in the air.

It was, according to my phone, a 15 minute walk to the rocks. I climbed onto one of the larger rocks and sat. The fall was about 45-50 feet. It was enough of a drop to cause some serious harm, but made a beautiful sight. The trees went on for miles. You could see the stream swerve through the trees. The moon was bright enough to highlight the trees.

I took the pins out of my hair and placed them in the deep pockets of my sweatpants. Soon the curls in my hair were free and all that hairspray was making my head itch. It was nice to be here again. I wasn't allowed to come into the trees by myself. The predators were all sleeping at midnight, or so I told myself. The false sense of safety was why I took the risk of coming out to my thinking spot.

I wasn't sure I could trust Grayson's word. How, after all these years, could he tell me he loves me and expects me to believe him? I wanted to believe him. I wanted to think it was a genuine feeling. But Grayson's track record with me left me in doubt. If he loved me, then he wouldn't have let Jessica...

I didn't want to think about that. Every time I thought about it, the images that were burned into my memory flashed. I saw her blonde hair and his deadly blue eyes. I shook my head.

I ran my fingers through my hair, making the curls separate which slightly hurt because of all the hairspray.

Did I want Grayson? He could be a jerk at times, he's moody, he's territorial, he's aggressive...but he had been funny, sweet even, he looks great, he's strong, he'd been my protector when Conner was away. But that didn't answer the question. Did I want him?

Could I see a future without him? Outside the pack that I'd been with for 8 years? No. As Conner liked to remind me, I was part of this family, part of this pack. I cared for all the guys the same as I cared for Conner. They were my family. Even I didn't admit it to anyone else, I knew how I felt.

I like Grayson. A crush at most...I think. Maybe it would blossom into something more. There was that possibility since Grayson was being nice to me now.

I threw my hair into a pony tail and started on my way back to the house. I jogged to get my heart rate up. It was cold outside. The extra heat produced by my body would feel better. It took me 4 minutes to run back to the house. As soon as I was near the tree line, I made sure I was quiet. I walked to Grayson's door. It was open. I closed it on my way out. I peeked in and looked at his bed. It was empty.

"Looking for me?" I jumped away from his voice. His eyes were much more amused then his chuckle was hinting at. "Have a nice walk?"

I nodded. "You scared the shit out of me."

He smiled and nodded. I took the cup that was in his hand without asking. He just raised an eyebrow at me as I drank most of his water.

"Thirsty darling?" The night time southern accent. He was tired when that showed through...or he knew that I secretly liked it.

I nodded, "Very."

He herded me into his room, "Let's go to sleep."

"I'm not tired." I whined as I went where he wanted me to go.

"What do you want to do then?"

"There's not much to do this early in the morning."

He nodded and hopped onto his bed. He turned on the TV with the remote, then threw it on my side. He cuddled up with a pillow, content to sleep again. I laid down and flipped through the channels. Robot Chicken was on, so I settled for that.

His breathing deepened and I yawned. The front door opened and closed. Brian was home. I resisted the urge to run downstairs and talk to him. It would wake up Grayson. The grumpy bear.

I put my head down on his pillow, watching him sleep. He opened his eyes and smiled.

"Staring isn't polite."

I smiled and whispered, "Sorry."

He breathed in deeply and grabbed my waist. He pulled me close to him so my head rested in the hollow of his shoulder. His thumb ran up and down my spine as he started to drift to sleep again.

I wanted to feel like I did with Grayson the day my brother came into the room. I don't know what possessed me. I started kissing his neck. The pressure of the fingers on my back increased. Like he was trying to get a grip on my back. I stopped when I thought I heard a door in the hallway open.

Grayson looked over at me with a lazy grin. "If you're going to start something you can't just stop, darling." I hid my blush in his shoulder.

He flipped on top of me so quickly I squeaked surprised.

"Sorry." He chuckled.

His lips crashed onto mine, stopping my giggle in its tracks. The fire sparked. The feeling wasn't as intense as the time before, but it was there. Grayson was the only one who made that fire flicker in me.

His hands found their way under my shirt, pushing it up painfully slow until I could feel the heat from his stomach touching mine. He threw that off quickly. He smiled when he realized that I had no bra on, before crashing his lips down to mine again. His kisses kept me more than entertained while he worked my sweats and panties off. Those made their way onto Grayson's floor.

His lips left mine, making their way down my neck while his fingers made their way down my stomach. A gasp shot through me when he slid his finger between my legs. After a few moments, I felt his basketball shorts leave his body. All I would feel on me was skin.  He rubbed his hands up and down my thigh and kissed me.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked huskily.

I shook my head, "Please no."

His mouth covered mine. There was a brief moment of pain, then only heaven.

The side picture is how I'd imaging Greyson's tattoo. Keep in mind, when you look at it, that Greyson's tattoo isn't finished. The stomach area's outling is there, but the arm/sleeve work isn't there yet. Not even outlined.

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