The Private Club 2 (3 page)

Chapter 3

I stepped into the shower room and was glad to see that there were no other girls in there. It had been a long time since I’d had to shower in communal showers
, and I just needed to be alone with my thoughts. Katie hadn’t picked up the phone and I was slightly worried. All I could think about was what she was doing. I was worried about her. I turned the light off so that I could shower in the dark. Something about my thoughts made me want to be surrounded by darkness. I turned on the water and adjusted it so that it was hot without being scalding. I quickly pulled off my clothes and threw them over a rail in front of all the showers and then stepped under the water and closed my eyes, allowing the drumming to calm my mind and thoughts.

The water drops fell hard against my skin and my nerves screamed as the slightly
-too-hot water burned me. I didn’t adjust the knob, though. I wanted to be hot. I needed to think of something other than the mysteries surrounding the club, if only for a few minutes. I wanted to think about Katie, but all I could think about was Greyson. Handsome, domineering, pompous, alluring Greyson. He’d brought out a side of me I’d never known existed. A sexual deviant had been dormant inside of me, and I wanted him to draw my inner goddess out. I poured some body wash into my hands and rubbed it over my body, imagining it was Greyson’s hands that were touching me. I rubbed my arms roughly and then my legs, making my way up to my stomach and slowing my movements. As my hands moved over my breasts, I sighed, wishing it was him in there with me. I leaned back against the wall and turned my face up to the water, wishing it would sink some sense into my brain. I felt sick to my stomach. I had so much to think about, but the one thought crowding my brain was what it would feel like to make love to Greyson Twining.

A noise made my eyes pop open and I froze in the shower, listening to see if someone had walked into the shower room. I stood there with my heart beating fast. I nearly screamed when I heard definite footsteps.

“Hello?” I called out weakly. My throat felt constricted with fear and I looked around for something I could use as a weapon.

“Meg.” He said my voice slowly and smoothly
, as if he were trying to seduce me with words alone.

“
Greyson?” I whispered excitedly this time. It wasn’t really a question. I knew exactly who was here with me.

“Meg.” He said my name again with a slow drawl, I could hear the smile in his voice and I smiled back, suddenly happy.

“What are you doing in here?” I snapped, not really angry, but not wanting him to know I’d just been fantasizing about him in here with me.

“I came to see you, of course.”

“How’d you know I was in here?”

“Logical deduction.” I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was on the other side of the shower curtain. All he had to do was push it aside and he would see me here, naked and wet, waiting for him.

“You’re Einstein, then? That was a very accurate deduction.”

“Does it sound better or worse if I say I followed you here
?”

“What?” My heart started pounding.

“I was coming to see you in your room, but then I saw you leaving and going to the study room. I was going to talk to you then, but saw you hurrying in here. I debated with myself about coming in.”

“You came to my room?” I knew I sounded shocked.

“Well, I was coming. Never made it, since I saw you leave.”

“Why were you coming to my room?”

“Do you really want to know?”

I shivered as I listened to him so close, yet so far. I nodded at his words, but then remembered that he couldn’t see me. “Yes.” I said simply.

“How badly do you want to know?” His voice was soft and I swallowed. I knew what he meant.

“I want to know.” I whispered back and I held my hands over my breasts as he drew the curtain back and stepped towards me.

“Hey.” He smiled at me and then laughed as his saw my hands trying to cover my nakedness from him.

“Hey.” I didn’t smile back.

“Showering?” He took another step towards me and I stared at him with wide eyes.

“Your clothes are going to get wet.” I mumbled as he walked into the shower with me, fully dressed.

“Would you rather I joined you naked?” He smirked and I shivered. His eyes narrowed as he stared at my body and he walked closer to me, until he was right in front of me and water was pouring down on him as well. “I guess I can have a clothed shower.”

“You still have your shoes on.” I looked down at his feet. “You can take those off.”

“Thank you.” He laughed and bent down and untied his shoes. I watched as he threw them to the side and took off his socks. He looked back at me and winked. “There you go, ma’am.” His face was plastered with water and the front of his hair was sticking to his forehead. I reached up and brushed it away, not thinking about my nakedness anymore. He immediately took one more step towards me and I felt his soaking wet shirt against my nipples.

“Do you always like showering in the dark?”

“No.” I shook my head and froze as I heard a sound. “You need to leave.” I whispered.

“Why?” His hands rested on my shoulders.

“What if someone comes in here?” I was breathless as his hands started massaging me.

“So what?” He shrugged and bit down on my shoulder. I let out a small yelp and he laughed. “I don’t care.” He mumbled and kissed up my neck. My hands flew to his hair and his chest crushed into me as he nibbled his way up to my ear lobe.

“Greyson.” I moaned as his tongue darted in my ear.

“Yes, Meg
?” he whispered in my ear as his right hand fell to my breast. I looked into his eyes and groaned before pressing my lips against his. This wasn’t the moment for me to play games. I didn’t want to be hard to get. This was my fantasy coming true and I didn’t want it to stop. I kissed Greyson passionately. My body was on fire and this time it wasn’t due to the temperature of the water. My hands left his hair and worked their way towards his shirt. My fingers pressed against his chest, and I melted as I felt his toned body beneath them. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and my fingers flew to his naked and wet chest, running along his pecs and the silky patches of hair covering them. I pulled his shirtsleeves down and then ripped his shirt away from his wet body and let it fall to the ground. I went to work on his pants then, unbuckling his belt quickly and unzipping him efficiently. I pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them deftly. I stood back up and stared at his body. The only thing separating us from being completely naked together was his black briefs. I stared at the front of him and tried to ignore the fact that his cock was hard and standing to attention. My brain was able to force my eyes to look away, but my hands acted on their own accord and reached down and held him gingerly.

I heard
Greyson take a sharp breath and he pushed himself hard into my hands. I slipped my fingers into his briefs and reached down to grab him with my bare hands. He groaned then, a loud guttural sound that turned me on even more than I was already. I grasped him eagerly, feeling brazen and confident in our mutual attraction. Greyson may not do relationships, but I knew for a fact that he was attracted to me. Even if there was another reason behind his interactions with me, I knew he wasn’t faking his attraction to me. Greyson was as physically attracted to me as I was to him. I knew that that didn’t really mean anything. Sex was a base animal instinct at the end of the day, but it still made me feel proud and confident, knowing that a man as attractive and dynamic as Greyson was interested in me.

“Don’t go playing with fire.”
Greyson slammed me back into the wall and growled.

“I’m not. Fire came to play with me.”

“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” He sounded pleased.

“I’ve never been a bad girl before.” I whispered as my hand went up and down his member.

“Really?” His hand slipped in between my legs easily, gliding smoothly to my pussy as his fingers sailed on the water drops and then started playing with me.

“Really!” I breathed hard as my knees buckled. His strong arms held me up and I stared up at him with a small smile of thanks.

“For once, I think I believe you.” He chuckled and his mouth fell to my breast. His mouth suckled on my breast and I moaned. The feel of his body next to mine and the water crashing down on us had my nerve endings on high alert. Ever fiber of my body was feeling every sensation running through me.

“What does that mean?” I blinked at him. “You think I’ve lied to you before?”

“No.” He muttered, his teeth tugging on my nipple gently. “Other women play games and pretend they’re something they’re not. They’re lying to me and to themselves. It annoys me. But I don’t think you’re lying. I think you’re a good girl turning bad.”

“I’m not turning bad.” I shook my head and then whimpered as his lips left my breast.

“You’re not turning bad anymore. You
are
bad.” He grinned at me and kissed me hard before pulling his briefs off. I swallowed as I stared at Greyson, who was standing in front of me in all his naked glory. His body was magnificent and the drops of water only made him look sexier and more real. My fingers ran along his chest and to his abdomen. His muscles were taut, and it was only then that I realized just how strong and virile Greyson was. I’d always known he was handsome, and sexy, but I’d never realized just how built he was. His body was a muscular mass of perfection and I groaned as I realized that I would never forget this moment. Greyson was going to ruin me for other men. A one-night or one-week dalliance with this man was going to ruin all my future relationships. I would never be able to look at another man without comparing him to Greyson’s perfection.

“You’re gorgeous.” I mumbled, unable to stop myself. I glared at him as he laughed and kissed my nose.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I thought you weren’t going to make love to me unless I begged you
.” I stared up at him with my body shivering. No part of our bodies was touching in that moment. But still, we were so close that I could feel his body hair against me, tickling me ever so lightly. It was pure torture being so close, but not quite close enough.

“I’m not.” He smiled evil
ly at me. “I’m going to make you beg me.”

“Really?” I tried to smile at him seductively, but was pretty sure my face just looked weird. “I think I’ll have you begging me!”

“Oh?” He grinned and shifted slightly. I looked up at him in surprise and with raw lust as his hard cock pushed into my stomach. I reached down and grabbed it again, caressing it lightly before placing it lower. He gasped and his hands flew over my shoulders and he leaned into the wall as I slid his cock in between my legs and closed my thighs.

“I think you know what you want to do.” I teased him.

“I do.” He slid his cock back and forth slowly as he starting to tease me and I moaned. The tip of his cock had somehow found my clit and he was grinding up and down on it. “But do you want me to do it?”

“You know I want you to.” I looked up at him with begging eyes. I just wanted to feel him inside of me. I’d think about everything else tomorrow.

“You want me to what?” He smiled, pressing into me so that my breasts were crushed against his chest. He thrust his hips in a slow motion and his cock continued to slide in and out of my thighs, rubbing me and teasing me like crazy.

“You know.” I groaned and closed my eyes. I tried to adjust my stance so that he would slide right into my aching spot.

“I know what?”

“
Greyson.” I groaned.

“Yes, Meg?” His voice was light and I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me.

“You’re a pain.” I mumbled, trying once again to adjust my body.

“But you still want me.” His lips fell to my neck and he bit down hard into my skin. “You like this torture, don’t you? You know that when we finally make love, we are going to have the biggest explosion. I’m going to make you come like you’ve never come before.”

“Go on, then.” I grabbed his waist and pulled him into me.

“Are you asking me to make love to you?” He looked down at me and I felt the tip of his cock at my opening.

“Yes.” I nodded excitedly. This was it. I was finally about to feel him inside of me.

“Not yet.” He shook his head and pulled away from me. I froze, scared that he was about to leave me in the shower by myself. I knew in that moment that I would beg him to stay if he tried to leave. I’d get down on my knees and beg him for some relief before he left. I need him so badly at that moment. My entire body was craving his touch.

“Where are you going?” I whispered. I knew that my voice sounded weak, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Nowhere.” He paused and stared at me. There wasn’t much light in the room, but I could still see the look of wonder in his eyes.

“Oh.” I spoke softly and we just stared at each other for a moment. I could feel my body shivering as we stood there and his expression closed.

“You’re cold.”

“Not really.” I shook my head.

“Did you finish bathing?” He asked me softly and I shook my head.