Saturday. Fucking finally.

Thankfully, Caleb hadn't become all weird and still treated me with the same friendliness sans the excessive flirting. In all honestly, I could still feel my entire body heating up whenever I thought about the incident in the elevator.

Caleb Kingsley was fucking dangerous.

I got up Saturday morning, my heart bubbling. I barely got through classes and had a random imagery of me running across the college grounds in euphoria. I felt like an excited puppy who's owner had come home after months. Right after classes, I called him up, my heart thundering in my chest.

"Good morning, love."

My heart somersaulted. "Hey, when are you arriving?"

He was quiet for a while. "About half an hour. I'm on my way."

"Okay, I'll wait outside."

He chuckled. "If you want to."

"Where are we going?"

He was quiet again, as if thinking. He spoke in a low slur, making my stomach knot. "Any place where I can have you alone and fuck you till you're sore."

Hot. I felt hot all over. I had spend hours imagining his body on mine.

I bit my lip, my chest constricting nervously. "I...I heard of this great ice cream place. We should go there first."

He chuckled. "Whatever you want, love."

After about thirty five minutes, my heart started prancing as I saw Gray's familiar car pulling in front of the gates. I walked over to it as he stopped the car and opened the door. I gazed into his emerald eyes, at his bright smile. My heart leaped to my throat.

His eyes roved over my entire frame, a mischievous twinkle in them when they finally reached my eyes. "Hey, Xavier."

It was strangely erotic when he said my name. The tremors of his voice seemed to send tingles of pleasure all along my body.

I scrambled into the car and hugged him close. I could smell his familiar scent. His warmth ensnared my senses. His arms wrapped around me securely as I straddled him. "Fuck. Gray..."

I was incoherent. I spoke gibberish. "I missed you. Gray...I love..Gray...you're here..."

He held me close, gently stroking my back. I remained in his arms for a long while before I finally leaned back to gaze at him. "I missed you so damn much."

He leaned forward and kissed me, tenderly. I couldn't stop smiling when he leaned back. The familiar feeling of his soft lips. His warm breath. I felt like I was home again. I finally settled on the passenger seat, gazing at him as he smiled softly and started the car. "Now, this place you say, where is it?"

We sat inside the quaint, cute little shop in fifteen minutes. A vanilla ice cream with chocolate brownies and chocolate sauce sitting in front of us. He gazed around at the store, taking in the lacy table cloths, the pink and white decorations and the doilies covering each circular table. "Reminds me of this place I used to visit with my sister," he grinned at me.

"Gwen or Giselle?" I asked, taking a bite of the delectable brownie.

He sighed. "Well my elder sister was always too busy with her NGO. It was just Gwen and I," he was quiet, gazing at me as I took another bite of the ice cream. I loved how close our chairs were. I loved how our tables were small enough that our legs could touch under it. "I should...get you to meet them soon."

I spluttered. "Your...family?"

He nodded, a slight blush on his cheeks. "We've been living together for some time now," his hand reached across the table to where mine rested and clasped it. The simple action made my heart flutter. He stroked his thumb gently over the back of my hand as he spoke. "I'd really love for you to meet them. And...maybe my parents after they fucking get over Victoria."

My heart lurched at the name and I tried to sound nonchalant as I spoke. "How is she doing?"

He sighed softly. "Well, the last follow up we went to, the doctor told us that she had made full recovery. Although the mental trauma-"

"We?"

"Oh," he gazed at me, his eyes slightly wide. "She didn't have anyone here so I had to take her to the follow up visits."

The venomous snake of envy reached into my chest and curled around my heart. Tightening around it. My voice was a sea of suppressed rage when i spoke. "You didn't tell me you were taking her."

He sighed softly. "I meant to. But with the new precinct and the new place and everything, I've been really busy. It just slipped out of my mind."

I casually took my hand away from his. "She...couldn't go alone?"

"She's just been really disturbed after the attack Xav," he answered, his voice infuriatingly calm and understanding. "She's trying to get better you know? She's been taking anger management classes and going to alcoholics anonymous meetings and-"

"She stabbed you, Grayson Shelby," I said, my voice dripping with mirth. "How the fuck can you be so forgiving towards that?"

He was quiet, his eyes momentarily flitting around the parlour before he leaned in. "Xavier, I don't think we should talk about this in public-"

I grit my teeth, anger flaring inside me. "I do not appreciate you prancing around with your psychotic ex wife."

"I don't enjoy it Xavier. But she had no one else," He gazed tenderly at me, my rage surmounted even more. "It's been hellish trying to-"

I glared at him. "I don't want you to see her ever again."

"Xav, she's--"

"An Ex."

"Estranged," he corrected then shook his head. "I hate it as much as you, love. I'm only doing--"

"Fuck that," I threw the spoon on the table and glaring at him. "How the fuck am I supposed to be alright with this Gray?"

He was quiet. "Xavier, maybe this isn't the right time to talk about this. You're getting worked up over nothing. You have to understand-"

"No I can't understand Gray," I said, rising to my feet. Anger bubbled in my stomach. Destructive, catastrophic rage. "I can't understand because I'm obsessive and immature."

I turned on my heel and stomped away, my heart beating angrily in my throat. Despite what said, I knew he still held Victoria in high regards. He still cared for her. Did he still love her?

I went into the restroom and banged the door shut behind me. There was a single cubicle and I was thankful for the lack of audience. I leaned over the sink, gazing at the mirror in front of me. Tangible agony coursed through me. Despite being day time, the bathroom was shrouded in darkness due to its painted glass. A single, yellow lamp was attached to the top of the mirror.

I opened the tap to the fullest extent, as if hoping to drown out my thoughts by the sound of the gushing water. I washed my face, surprised by how hot it felt. There was a gentle knock on the door and Gray's voice called.

"Xaby," my heat wrenched painfully. "I know you're in there, love. Open the door."

I took a deep breath and stood up straight. I didn't know if I was overreacting, but the thought of him being anywhere near his wife made me want to rip my heart out. I walked over to the door, planning to tell him off. I opened the door and glared defiantly at him. "Drop me back at the university."

He gazed at me, his eyes tender.

His eyes. His fucking eyes.

They were like a sword that impaled me.

He moved closer and entered. I instinctively took a step backward. He shut the door behind him and sighed. "I love you, Xavier."

And I broke.

I kissed him, wildly. Our tongues entangling in hot passion. I had missed him like he was a part of me, and I was drowning in the deluge of passion. Fire coursed through me when he touched me. His hand gripped my waist pushing me backwards till my back touched the sink. His tongue explored my mouth, sending electricity coursing through me. I moaned softly as his mouth travelled to my jaw, my ear, biting it hard. He trailed kisses down my earlobe to my neck, his hands reaching for the button of my jeans and opening it. He gasped against my mouth. "I won't see her again if that's what you want, Xavier."

I was quiet as he turned me around. My brain was clouding with lust. Anger. Grief. Joy. I was overwhelmed that he was back with me. But I couldn't extricate a single emotion out of the cacophony. I whispered his name as his hands reached inside my underwear, cupping me hungrily. He growled softly in my ear. "Fuck...you're already fucking hard."

I gasped as he lowered my pants. His warm hand slowly stroking me. "If you knew how much I love you, Xavier...if you fucking knew."

I couldn't respond as his hands started stroking. Caressing. Clenching my throbbing member. I leaned back into him, biting my lip as I slowly thrusted into his hand. His mouth found my neck, sucking hungrily. I bit my lip, whispering. "Gray...fuck..."

He grinded into me as his hands moved slowly. The feeling of his hard member in my lower back unhinged my senses. Wild, dirty fantasies forming in my head. I wanted him inside me. Wrecking me. Caressing tenderly. Teasing out soft moans. I shut my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. He was breaking me down, but I was powerless. I didn't try to fight him.

He bit my ear, sending tingles of electricity down my spine as I moaned softly. "Yes...Gray..."

He stroked my entire length making me shiver. His insisting, coaxing fingers making me squirm with pleasure. "Fuck...Gray...I'm...I'm close."

I bit my lip hard. I had missed his intoxicating touch. His breath. His warmth. I knew I wouldn't last on under the torturous pleasure. "Tell me when you're coming so I can taste you."

His breathless, hoarse whisper seemed to set my body on fire. Each cell aching for release. I would break in his arms. Drown in the intoxicating senses. I whispered softly, biting my lip. "I'm...I'm coming."

He turned me around, his hands grabbing my ass and lifting me so I was seated on the sink. He reached for my lowered jeans, lowering them further. I was aching for his touch again. I whispered his name, calling him. Begging for him. He crouched onto is knees, burying his mouth between my legs. His lips clasped on my straining member. I growled softly at the feel of his hot, warm tongue. His wet mouth pleasuring me as I edged ever closer to paradise. He grabbed my thighs, propping my legs onto his shoulder as I gripped his hair, pushing deep into his mouth in fiery lust.

"Gray...Gray..."

His mouth froze as there was a gentle knock on the door. I gazed down at him, my heart thundering. He sucked softly, gazing up at me. Edging me on defiantly. He leaned back, smirking at me challengingly. He traced the tip of his tongue all along my length, making me squirm. I moaned softly, in a whisper. "Fuck...daddy."

I bit my lip, gasping for breath as the knock sounded again. Grayson kept sucking harder. Faster.

I bit my lip, straining and begging whoever if was to leave us alone. I gasped as Gray increased his speed, sucking harder.

I sighed, whispering his name in pure ecstasy as inexplicable pleasure ripped through me. I placed my hands firmly on the sink to keep my quivering, spasming body from falling off it. The forbidden nature of it all was somehow arousing me further. He lowered his head between my legs, burying my member deep into his mouth so I could feel the very back of his throat. Our eyes met in a scintillating contact as I came inside his mouth. My member spurting hot liquid down his throat as I shivered.

I was no longer aware of anything else, floating in a timeless paradise for a split second. Thankfully, through my haze, I could hear the footsteps receding.

His fingers dug into my thigh. He sucked eagerly, as if trying to drain me. His tongue licking every drop. I arched my back, resting my head on the mirror as the dark ceiling floated in my hazy vision. My body quivered, spasming as his mouth continued to pleasure me. It was torture. I gasped softly, giving in to him.

I felt his lips move up my body and to my face. He kissed my cheeks tenderly, caressing my face as he leaned back to look at me, his eyes burning. I gazed at him, my heart full. He smiled softly, stroking my bottom lip and pulling at it. "I missed your taste, Xavier."

He leaned forward, peppering kisses all along my neck. I was quiet, holding on to him. His mouth was commanding. Loving. "What are you thinking, love?"

He nuzzled my neck. The soft, warm breath sending tingles up my body. "I was thinking..." I whispered, fire rekindling in my stomach as I let my hand travel between his legs, feeling his rock hard arousal. "There's...a deserted street a little away from here."

He chuckled against my neck, whispering softly. "Yeah, what of it?"

I sighed softly, grabbing him hard as he let out a gasp. "I was thinking you could...do that thing to me that you said you would."

He bit my neck hard. I hissed softly at the pain.

He licked my ear, whispering hoarsely into it. My entire body lighting up at his words. "Let's make you sore."