Call Me Gray
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Call Me Gray Ch. 03 free porn video
Gray was almost ten minutes behind Amanda in leaving the building because of the paperwork both he and Brown had to complete. It was one of the setbacks to dealing with facilities and services outside the agency’s influence.
Gray’s mind slipped back to the situation at hand as he approached the Cherokee. To his surprise, the car was running and Amanda was sitting in the passenger seat admiring the wedding ring still tucked into the box. Obviously he had not yet given her the ring or the car keys. Yet, there she was- in possession of both.
Climbing into the driver’s seat, Gray avoided eye contact until his safety belt was done up. Then he glanced over at her, attempting to look unimpressed that she had gone through his jacket pockets when he was unaware- probably when he’d lingered in the shower.
‘Want to go home to the empty house or run some errands?’ he asked softly when her attention did not leave the gold and diamond wedding ring.
She gave a non-committal shrug. ‘Errands, I guess,’ she responded a moment later, ‘just as long as we’re leaving here.’
Gray backed the car out of the slot and turned toward the exit. It was mildly exhilarating to think that he would never have to return to Pinewood. Of course, that also meant a lot more of his time would need to be devoted to Amanda. It was now a twenty-four hour assignment.
Amanda’s cheerless mood was lightened by the drive back into Lake Ridge. In no time she looked content again, not tense and angry like she’d been upon leaving the hospital. Gray took the initiative, reaching over to hold her hand in his while he drove with the other. ‘Feeling better?’ he asked softly.
With a silent nod, she played with his fingers and massaged his palm before laying his hand directly on her knee and leaving it there. ‘I don’t know what came over me,’ she admitted, tucking the ring box between her thighs and turning to look out the passenger window instead of at him.
‘It’s alright.’ He gave her knee a light squeeze and smiled reassuringly as she peeked back in his direction. ‘One day at a time, right?’ He realized this sentiment was equally as beneficial for his own thinking. Amanda seemed to accept the encouragement and understanding he offered, but didn’t openly respond.
They pulled into the parking lot of the massive furniture store a few miles from their house. Gray jumped out to come around and open her door. Amanda climbed out with the ring box clenched in her hand again. Gray gestured at the ring box. ‘Planning to carry it around?’ He tried to sound like he was teasing, but really he was feeling concerned that she hadn’t made any comment about the ring since finding it.
‘Well,’ her features fell just a bit, looking uncertain, ‘it’s just too…new.’
‘Because you don’t recognize it?’
‘Yeah, and it’s all sparkly.’
‘I had it cleaned for you, dear. Really, if you don’t like it, we’ll get you another.’ Though he’d purposely used a tone that would convey a sense of casual non-concern about her not liking the ring, actually, it was a tactic to illicit a response from her.
‘What? No, no,’ she said dramatically, clasping the box tightly to her chest, ‘we are not getting me another one. This is my ring!’
Gray reached out and snatched the box from her grasp, catching her off guard and causing a momentary look of panic to cross her features. ‘Then wear it,’ he softly chided. He withdrew the ring and tossed the box over her shoulder into the passenger seat. Then he took her left hand and put the ring on her finger. It slipped over her knuckle like it had made the trip at least a couple thousand times before. Thankfully he’d guessed correctly on the size. ‘I want the whole world to know you’re mine,’ he told her and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the mouth.
Amanda stared at the ring, moving it this way and that way to make it glint in the sunlight before returning the kiss with a much more seductive quality.
He grinned at her, trying not to think about what they could do to pass the time when they got back to the house. For now, they were standing in a fairly busy parking lot with the formidable task of purchasing furniture. He took her hand and together they walked into the store.
Much later, when it was nearly time for the store to close, they completed their transactions at the customer service area and headed for the car. Amanda’s eyes were wide, staring at the receipt and the total. ‘Gray, can we really afford this?’ she asked more than once, apparently thinking his first affirmative response might not have been truthful. ‘This is a lot of money,’ she insisted.
‘We don’t spend this kind of money every day,’ he assured her. He opened the passenger door and ushered her into the seat. ‘We have to have furniture, and we didn’t buy all that much. Have some faith in me.’
‘I do,’ she said with a hint of a pout. ‘It’s just…’
‘I know…a lot of money.’
The conversation died away as they got out on the road, but Amanda’s worry didn’t. Gray could see it in her expression. When they pulled into the garage, she jumped out, grabbed her bag and waited for him at the door into the laundry room, still skimming through the receipt and making mental calculations.
‘We need to go grocery shopping tomorrow,’ he said, unlocking the door and letting her enter in front of him.
Amanda dropped the receipt on the kitchen counter as she entered from the bare laundry room. ‘There are a lot of things we need to do tomorrow,’ she agreed.
‘What shall we do for dinner tonight?’
Her posture slumped then and she admitted with a weary shake of her head, ‘I don’t feel like going back out.’
‘We can have something delivered,’ he suggested. Gray stepped closer to the wall-mounted telephone and the brand new phone book that rested on the counter below. ‘Have any particular cravings?’
Amanda smiled. ‘Surprise me,’ she said and turned to enter the living room en route upstairs. ‘I’m going to unpack and freshen up.’
He tracked the sound of her movements as she went upstairs before grabbing the phone and dialing the office. The line was immediately picked up by the familiar voice of Miss Ivory, the after-hours receptionist. ‘It’s Gray,’ he told her after her rehearsed welcoming message. ‘Is Black or Gold still in the office?’
‘I’m sorry, Mr. Gray. Both have gone home for the evening. Is this an emergency?’
‘No, I would like to leave Mr. Black a message though.’
‘Yes?’
‘Tell him that Amanda has started asking questions about our finances. It’s only a matter of time before she asks about my job,’ he said. ‘I need to know what to tell her. These details should have been decided before now.’
‘I will give him the message when he returns in the morning,’ she promised. ‘Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Gray.’
‘No. Thank you.’
As soon as he hung up with Miss Ivory, he thumbed through the yellow pages to get a full idea of the spectrum of choices from which he could choose for dinner. A few minutes later, he made the call for two pasta dishes, warm breadsticks and a salad with vinaigrette dressing to be delivered from a nearby Italian restaurant. Once he’d hung up the phone, Gray went about setting the table with the paper plates and cups he had on hand.
When Amanda came back to the kitchen, she had changed into a simple dark green shirt with a rounded neckline. She still wore her jeans, he noticed, and was barefoot. These were important facts to remember about her and possibly explained the uncertain look on her features after inspecting the clothes in her wardrobe for the first time. Perhaps what some women considered fashionable, just didn’t appeal to Amanda.
‘Food is on the way,’ Gray told her, reaching out to hook her around the waist as she drew near. Her expression wasn’t exactly unhappy. She looked tired, worn out and uncertain. She stepped up to him, snuggling
against his front and resting her head on his shoulder. ‘How are you doing?’ he asked her softly.
She answered with a compulsory smile. ‘Are we sleeping in the guest room tonight?’ she asked him.
‘Well, that is where the bed is located currently. I thought we decided that the new bed will go in the master bedroom.’
‘Yeah,’ she said with a soft sigh and pulled away from him to wander into the living room. Gray followed, watching her closely and trying to guess what she was thinking as she moved around the room, staring at the walls, looking out the windows and skimming her feet purposely across the beige carpeting.
‘Empty,’ Gray said, throwing out the lone word with a hint of amusement. Even he, who didn’t especially give thought to his living space most times, was affected by how much open space surrounded them.
Amanda turned. He could tell that she had thought of something by the slight change in her expression and the lift of her chin.
‘Rose,’ she said, her cheeks seeming to flush in response. ‘I think we should paint this room a light rose color.’
‘Pink?’ he said, sounding mildly affronted.
‘Yes,’ she affirmed with a sweet smirk. ‘I want pink in my living room.’
Gray looked around, trying to envision the white walls a soft shade of pink instead. ‘I guess it won’t be so bad,’ he said after a while, knowing full well that she’d get her way.
‘Can we go paint shopping tomorrow too?’
He nodded. ‘We’d better if we’re going to get anything done before the furniture arrives on Saturday.’
‘That’s why I wouldn’t let you buy a couch,’ she told him. ‘You have to consider color very carefully when putting a room together.’
Gray spotted headlights coming up the drive through the front windows. ‘I see,’ he said. ‘I thought you were just trying to be difficult. I refuse to buy a pink couch, though, or anything covered in flowers either.’ He headed for the door, letting her think over his teasing while he greeted the delivery driver, exchanging cash for the containers of food.
Amanda beat him to the kitchen and took one of the bags as he entered. Together they laid out dinner while she mentioned needing to shop for dishes and other kitchen necessities.
‘We’ll start a list,’ he promised, pulling out her chair and coaxing her over. ‘Now it is time to eat.’
So, they sat at the small table, munching on pasta, salad and breadsticks while Amanda threw out other color ideas for the various rooms of their abode. Gray tried to be helpful and honest in his responses to these suggestions. It helped that her tastes were mostly simple. Her choices of furniture earlier at the store had demonstrated her preference for function over anything highly decorative or over-priced.
Finally, since Amanda’s ideas continued to flow endlessly, Gray gave in and sought out a notepad and pen to take notes of all she wished to accomplish the following day. It was doubtful they’d have enough hours to cover the whole list. Later, he brought the notepad along as he trailed her through the ground level, turning off lights and retiring upstairs to the guest room.
‘I want to get some picture frames too,’ Amanda said as they began to disrobe for bed. She turned toward Gray as she pulled her shirt over her head. ‘We should put some of our pictures on display in the living room, maybe above the fireplace.’
‘Sure,’ he said, kicking off his shoes. He slipped his jeans and underwear off his hips and sat down on the bed to finish removing them along with his socks. With his back to her, he pulled off his own shirt, scooped up the pile of clothes and tossed them accurately into the open laundry bag that was nearly spilling over in the corner of the room.
Gray felt the mattress shift with her movements. The warmth of her fingertips touched the back of his neck, kneading softly before slipping down his front. Bare breasts pressed against his back, and the weight of her arms came down on his shoulders as she tightened the embrace. ‘That’s another thing we should do soon,’ Amanda said softly. He assumed she was referring to the laundry, though purchasing some pajamas for them both was likely to make the list as well.
Gray looked over his shoulder at her, marveling at how relaxed she was, snuggled flesh to flesh. ‘Ready for bed?’
She nodded, releasing him and moved backwards on her knees to give him some space. Gray glanced over her exposed form, enjoying the view for a moment before he turned off the main light and climbed under the covers. After lighting the bedside lamp, Amanda slipped in the other side, settling on her back and pulling the sheet and blanket up to almost her chin. Her eyes immediately closed. Gray, lying on his side facing her, fought the urge to shift closer and let his hands do some sensual exploration.
They’d had a long day and perhaps it would be too presumptuous of him to expect her to want sex. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind of thoughts. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d shared a bed with someone through an entire night, let alone a beautiful naked woman.
‘Gray?’ came Amanda’s tentative voice a few minutes into his mental winding-down routine. His eyes immediately opened and focused on hers. She had not stirred or turned off the lamp yet. ‘Are you tired?’
‘Some,’ he admitted and hoped she would not take his honesty to mean she couldn’t make a request of him. Now he moved closer, which wasn’t far at all in a full-size bed, reaching out a hand to skim across the warm, smooth skin of her stomach as he came to rest against her side. ‘What is it?’ he asked, planting a gentle kiss on her temple.
Amanda sighed, staring at the ceiling in contemplation. ‘I’m feeling a little lost, I suppose. How did I used to spend my time?’ she asked softly. ‘What were my hobbies?’
It was exactly the moment Gray had feared since taking on the assignment. What little he did know of her, wasn’t easily translated when the firm had not concocted her background. For weeks, Gray had begged them to finalize their decisions about the cover story that Brown had only haphazardly scripted.
She liked to read, he knew, go for walks and spend time outside. He could probably even conclude that she had enjoyed working out based on her exceptional level of physical fitness when she’d been captured.
He hesitated far too long and knew it. Amanda scrutinized his features and was interpreting his delay. She frowned, losing the gleam of trust that had reassured Gray all afternoon that he was doing the right thing bringing her home. The situation was taking a wrong turn, yet Gray couldn’t speak. Though he knew it was crucial to recover with some believable excuse or distraction, Gray feared that Dr. Brown had been correct in his hesitation to discharge Amanda from the hospital so soon.
Amanda was the next to speak again. Her body had tightened and her flesh suddenly seemed cooler to his touch, but it might have been a skewed observation on his part. ‘You don’t really know…do you?’ she said perceptively. Amanda was visually shaken by this discovery. She shifted away from him. ‘I know you said that things weren’t always great between us, but… did we not know each other anymore?’
Gray sat up, drawing his knees closer so he could rest his arms on top of them. Slowly pulling his gaze from her troubled features, Gray stared at the blanket in front of him. Things had been going so well until now. He shook his head and ran his hands through his hair, absent-mindedly stopping when his fingertips found the smooth, puffed up skin of the scar on his scalp. He had decided a while back to think of the scar as a reminder that life could be unpredictable, but he didn’t often let himself remember the circumstances surrounding the old wound.
It’s normal to question what you can’t remember, he thought.
‘Gray? Please talk to me.’
He dropped his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her clutching the bl
ankets against her naked front. ‘I don’t define you, Amanda. You have to be yourself. Do what you want to do.’
Her frown deepened as she continued to stare at him.
‘I’m here now,’ he uttered, continuing to avert his gaze. ‘Maybe I haven’t always been, but I am here now.’
The silence following this statement was profound. Gray thought he must balance his uncertain emotions with those a husband ought to be feeling in a situation like this. Strangely enough, he wasn’t actually doing much, other than riding out the scene and trying not to make it worse.
She asked softly, ‘Do you love me?’
Gray looked at her, letting her capture and hold his gaze. She was trembling and that made him want to hold her. He hated the lies that were meant to draw them closer because really they only built an invisible barrier that would someday separate them. At least in this instance, he could speak the truth. ‘I do,’ he said softly, but with conviction as he internalized the honesty of the words. Even as he allowed himself to admit his developing feelings for her, the sentiment was tainted with the deception of this role-play they were cast into.
A heightened awareness spread across her features and relaxed her posture. She nodded slowly, but quickly looked guilt-ridden, as is she had been bullying him with her accusations. ‘I wish I hadn’t said anything.’
Gray laid back on the mattress and reached for her. She moved quickly into his embrace, pressing her warm face against his chest as she let out a pre-cry sigh. ‘I just want to understand.’
Gray rubbed his hands across and down her bare back, ending at her bottom before starting back up again along a predictable path that honed in on the various muscle groups where she commonly carried her stress. As he massaged her, he kissed her hair and forehead. ‘You’re a strong woman, Amanda. You might not feel it right now, but the strength is still in there somewhere.’
In time she relaxed again and her breathing came slower and lighter. Her tears had fallen for only a few minutes and been wiped away. The scene was saved, the cover intact, but Gray was now feeling lost too.
Amanda slid her left arm under his and out of the embrace. Her hand skimmed down Gray’s side to his hip before moving lower to touch and caress his genitals with her palm.
Gray froze, letting her explore and handle him while secretly wondering if she’d take such liberties if she didn’t think they were married.
She took hold of his penis, applying more pressure as her fingers moved up and down the shaft. Gray inhaled deeply, taking in the lavender smell of her hair, and tentatively continued his massaging of her back as a low, appreciative growl built up in the back of his throat. The stimulation was just what he needed to reawaken his senses and mental processes.
Gray reached down, cupping her bottom in his hands and pulled her closer for a long kiss that soon involved tangling tongues and lip nibbling as they lay on their sides, pressed front to front.
Amanda flung her leg over his hip and broke the kiss to reach down past her buttocks and reclaim her hold on his erect penis. She guided him to her opening, rubbing the tip against her warm folds to get it slick with her juices.
Nibbling and kissing her shoulder, Gray thrust forward gently into her heat, feeling Amanda momentarily twinge at the intrusion. She eased back onto her side, setting her head on his left bicep as Gray gripped behind her bent knee and began slow, deliberate thrusts.
‘Are you alright?’ he asked her softly as he moved his further hardening organ in and out of the tight and slick passage to her womb.
Amanda nodded, shifting her hips ever-so-gently in time with him. She dug her heel into the back of his leg and held his free arm for stability.
‘Not sore from earlier?’
‘A little, but… I kind of like it,’ she said.
It was another strange confession that Gray wasn’t going to analyze in the moments of building rapture. He spent too much of his time analyzing people and situations. Right then, he wanted to lose himself in the feel and scent of her.
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