The Private Club 2 Read online

  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 evilly 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.

  “Good.” He grabbed my bottle of body wash and squeezed some into his hands, before stepping closer towards me. “I’ll clean you, then.”

  “I don’t need you to.”

  “But I want to.” His hands started rubbing my shoulders and then my arms, building up bubbles as the body wash met the water. His fingers were strong, and rubbed me gently, scrubbing my skin with a light intensity as he bathed me. His fingers then fell to my breasts and he lathered them up slowly, twisting my nipples and pinching them as he caressed my breasts. I leaned back against the wall excitedly, but then his fingers moved to my stomach and my back. He rubbed my back harder, massaging me as he cleaned me. I turned around then so he could have easier access to my back and his fingers ran down along my spine to my buttocks, rubbing gently and cupping my buttcheeks in his hands. His fingers then slid around to my waist and he pulled me back towards him. I could feel his cock nestled between my buttcheeks and his fingers slid down further until they were inside my legs, cleaning me delicately, but thoroughly. I pushed back into him as his fingers rubbed my clit gently. I could feel a small orgasm building and I knew that I was about to come. I groaned as his fingers left my private area and he bent down do he could rub down my thighs and calves. I jumped as I felt Greyson biting down on my butt and he laughed and stood back up, grabbing me roughly and turning me around again.

  “Your skin is so soft and supple. It feels like silk.” His fingers traced the line along my collarbone and then down to my breasts. He cupped my breasts in his hands and held them gently, squeezing them and melding them into the palms of his hands. “They fit my hands perfectly.” He stared at me with heavy eyes. “And they are so sweet.” He leaned forward and took my left nipple into his mouth. “Oh, so sweet.” He groaned as he sucked, with his eyes still staring at me. I stared back at him unspeaking. There was nothing I could say. Nothing I wanted to say asides from “Fuck me, now.”

  “What?” He grinned at me and I realized that I had spoken out loud.

  “Nothing!” I blushed.

  “You want me as badly as I want you, don’t you?”

  “Why do you want me?” I whispered, needing to know what it was that had us like this.

  “Because you’re sexy as hell.” He groaned and picked me up. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” I did as he said and he pushed me back against the wall. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  “You are.” I swallowed and closed my eyes. I was ready. A part of me felt like I had been waiting for this moment my entire life.

  “I am.” His hands pushed my butt up a little higher and he leaned forward to kiss me. “I’m so fucking hard and ready.” He growled and stuck his tongue into my mouth at the same time as he entered me slowly.

  “Ooh.” I moaned into his mouth as I felt the length of him slide into me easily. I groaned as he filled me up and I felt a small orgasm rip through my body. My body shuddered against him and he grunted and pushed me harder against the wall.

  “You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispered in my ear and his cock slid slammed in and out of me faster. “And you’re so wet.”

  “We are in the shower.” I tried to joke, but the last part of my words were incoherent as I cried out.

  “Your pussy has been waiting for me.” He muttered and turned the water off. “I’m sure you’re still going to remain wet as fuck, even with the water off.” I ignored him and ran my hands through his hair and down his neck as he entered me. “Your pussy was made f
or me,” he grunted as he slid in and out. “Do you like the way my hard cock feels as I enter you?” He muttered into my head and I nodded. “You like it when I talk dirty, huh?” He laughed and then kissed me again as he increased his pace even more. Our bodies bounced back and forth together and I felt another orgasm building up in me as he fucked me hard and fast. I wanted to scream as I felt myself building up to a huge climax. Greyson could sense how close I was to another orgasm and he alternated the speed of his cock from slow to fast. I closed my eyes as I concentrated on the feel of his cock as he slid in and out of me with such beautiful intensity that I thought I was going to cry.

  Greyson was in mid-slide when we heard the door open and two girls walked into the room. We froze as they started talking.

  “That’s weird that the lights are off.” One of the girls spoke, but I didn’t recognize the voice.

  “I wonder if everyone has gone to bed.” The other voice said.

  “I suppose so.” The first girl sighed. “So I think I’m leaving tomorrow.”

  “What?” The other girl sounded surprised.

  “I’m being sent away.” The first girl spoke in hushed tones. “I’m not supposed to say anything, but Patsy told me this evening. She told me I’m special and I’d passed all of the tests in flying colors. She told me there was a special place for me. A special man that was going to take care of me.”

  “What does that mean?” The other girl sounded shocked and I knew that my insides had frozen at her words.

  “I’m not sure. But I guess that means I’m special to someone.” She sounded excited and I wanted to scream at her. I looked into Greyson’s eyes and they looked back at me with nothing but an empty expression.