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Bria pulls her car into her parents’ driveway and sighs to herself. She should go home, but the thought of having to interact with her flatmate, Shona, had her heading to the farm instead. Shona knew what a big deal having Gregg involved in the show is to her. Not the feelings side of it - more that a celebrity will be wearing one of her outfits. There’s no way Shona would have let her escape to her room without a detailed breakdown of the time spent with him. At least here she wouldn’t have to make conversation with anyone. Talking about today is the last thing she wants to do.
What should have been an incredible day turned into a complete car crash.
After Gregg extracted himself from the beyond awkward situation, she had been bombarded by questions from Amy about what it was like to be working with Gregg. What it was like to get up close and personal with him? Did she see any of his body? What did they talk about? Does she need help working with him?
If that wasn’t bad enough, the rest of the day she’d felt physically sick. She needs to sort things out with him but doesn’t know where to begin. They kissed and it was amazing, but now what? They’d both freaked out. She doesn’t know if he freaked out because he regretted what happened though. What if he hates her? Okay so he initiated the kiss, but she was giving him all the right signs. What if he’d felt obliged to kiss her?
Bria quickly dismisses that idea. There’s no way Gregg would have kissed her unless he wanted to.
Does that mean he likes her or did he just get carried away in the moment?
She hits her head against the headrest and curses loudly. She’s going around in circles and getting nowhere. Nothing is going to get achieved by sitting in her cold and dark car. She decides to get feeding Jove out of the way. After stopping by the back porch to change out of her heels and into a pair of wellies, she shuffles around the back of the house to the yard and comes to a stop.
Gregg is leaning against Jove’s stable door talking to the horse. He turns around when he notices her presence. ‘Hey.’
‘Hey. How long have you been here?’
Gregg shrugs and looks back to Jove. ‘About an hour. Seen Tate talking to this guy on occasion. Seems to help him sort shit out.’
‘Was he any help?’
‘Fucker clearly only does that for Tate. I’m getting nothing except an itchy nose and a greater dislike for this brute. He tried to bite me a few minutes ago.’ Gregg nods towards the beach. ‘Fancy a walk? I could do with clearing the horse hair from my nose.’
‘I’d like that. I’ll just feed your friend first.’ After sorting Jove out, she follows Gregg onto the beach. The sound of the waves crashing on the beach are like a comforting blanket wrapping around her. No matter how shitty her day was, a few minutes down here and it didn’t seem too bad. There was something about the sound of the sea and the smell of the salt on the air, that had a calming effect.
She walks beside Gregg, unsure if she should make the first move by apologising, or if she should let him say his piece when he feels like it.
Gregg sits on a rock at the top of the beach and she sits beside him. ‘It’s nice down here.’
Bria nods and stuffs her hands in the pockets of her coat. ‘Yeah. It is. It’s a good place to think.’
He looks sideways at her. ‘I’ve spent all fucking day thinking. I’m thought out. Or done with thinking. Whatever. And that’s why I’m here. I’ve done my thinking and now I need to do some talking.’
Bria is quiet as she waits for him to continue.
‘What happened earlier... between us I mean... you know... the kiss.’
‘Yes. I think I remember that.’
He grins. ‘Yeah. That. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay... with me and...’ He laughs and shakes his head. ‘I’m making a right balls of this. Okay, what I’m trying to say is that I consider you a really good friend Bria, and I’d hate for what happened to make things awkward between us. I know my performance after the aforementioned kiss was an epic and monumental embarrassment, but I kinda freaked out and... well, you probably already guessed that part, right? I mean talk about verbal diarrhoea.’
She laughs and squeezes his hand quickly before forcing herself to let go again. ‘Don’t be silly. Did you not hear some of the stuff I came out with? I think it took both of us by surprise and we both reacted...’
‘Like a pair of bumbling idiots.’
‘Yeah. But things don’t have to be awkward between us.’
He turns to look sideways at her. ‘You think?’
‘Of course not. It was just a kiss. Not a big deal at all.’ She smiles to put a little strength behind her words hoping he’ll believe them. Playing down what happened feels wrong on so many levels.
Gregg leans back and crosses his arms. ‘Now hold up a second. Just a kiss? Not a big deal? You were there, right? It was a pretty good kiss.’
‘I didn’t say it wasn’t. I’m just trying to take the awkwardness out of it.’
‘Which I get and appreciate, but not at the sake of the kiss. How would you rate it?’
Bria laughs and shrugs. ‘We’re not doing this.’
‘Why not?’ he replies with a grin. ‘It wasn’t a big deal so there’s no harm in rating it. C’mon.’
She rolls her eyes stalling for time. How the hell does she answer a question like that? ‘I don’t know. Like you said there was some awkwardness attached to it. It would be unfair to rate it with that hanging over it.’
Gregg runs a hand over his beard and nods. ‘I reckon you may just have a point there.’
‘We could always...’ Bria curses herself and the words. She should have extracted herself from this conversation a few sentences ago instead of throwing that into the mix.
‘Always what?’
She shakes her head. ‘Forget it. I’m tired and letting my mouth run away with me.’
‘Best control that mouth of yours. It’s already got us in a spot of bother today.’ He winks and she can’t help but laugh. ‘Now correct me if I’m wrong but were you about to suggest we do it again, without the ‘what am I doing’ awkwardness?’
Bria looks over at him as her stomach tightens. Does he want to kiss her again? She swallows, but the lump won’t dislodge from her throat. It doesn’t help that he’s giving her a similar look to the one he gave her in the loft. No grin. No twinkle in his eye. Just an intense gaze filled with hunger that sends a tingle through her body.
‘I...’ She clears her throat and starts again. ‘I’d be up for that if you are. Just to get rid of the awkwardness.’
‘Of course. We need to be around each other without being all weird. I reckon it’s our only option.’
Bria takes a long breath, not quite believing this is happening. ‘So, are you going to kiss me now?’
‘No. If I’m going to kiss you again I’m not going to do a half-arsed job. Can’t wipe out awkwardness with a lousy kiss. It would make things so much worse. Besides, this is my reputation on the line. I can’t mess this up. It’s gotta be a good one. An epic kiss.’
Bria smirks at him and turns back to look at the sea. ‘Okay. I’ll wait on the edge of my seat for you to–’
Gregg leans over and slides his hand behind her head. When his lips meet hers and her mouth opens to let his tongue in, she knows without a doubt she won’t be pulling away from this kiss no matter what.
***
Gregg has to fight to restrict his hands just to Bria’s face as he kisses her. He knows if he touches her anywhere other than her face he won’t be able to stop. She tastes so good. Feels so good and he absolutely wants more. He wants to bury his fingers inside her, to lick her, taste her, wants to hear her scream his name when he makes her come.
He forces himself to break contact and pull away from her. His dick is throbbing and thinking those thoughts isn’t going to help. He licks his lips and smiles at her, so grateful they’re sitting down and it’s dark. At least he won’t be embarrassing himself in front of her again. Two visible erections in one day is a bit much. ‘So, any better that time?’
Bria nods a few times. ‘Yes. Absolutely.’ Bria clears her throat and tucks her hair behind her ear. ‘It was good, Gregg.’
‘Ah now it must have been better than good.’
She drops her gaze for a second and touches her lips briefly. ‘It was epic. Is that any better?’
He narrows his eyes. ‘It’s better, but only if you mean it.’
‘I mean it.’
He smiles and looks back at the sea. Well if that’s the last time he kisses her at least he didn’t mess it up.
‘Did it help with the awkwardness?’
Gregg nods, unable to find any words. He feels cold and empty since he let her go. Kissing her has just made him crave her all the more. Awkwardness be damned - he wants so much more of Bria. His body is totally on board with that thought too. His fucking dick is screaming for attention.
Time to end whatever this is so he can go home and deal with himself in private. And maybe get a cold shower. ‘It’s getting cold. Better get you back to the house.’
He leads the way across the beach and through the yard, keeping a little way ahead of her. He doesn’t want to leave. As soon as they get back to the house, he’ll go home and that’ll be it. No more kisses and certainly nothing else.
He forces himself to smile as he reaches the back door and takes the keys from her hand. Gregg opens the door and steps back, stuffing his hands in the back pockets of his jeans to stop himself fidgeting. ‘So, that’s you back safe and sound.’
‘Thanks, Gregg. I mean it.’
‘Hey, no problem.’ He nods to the side of the house where his car is parked. ‘I guess I’ll leave you to it.’
‘Okay.’
‘Give me a shout if you need me for anything. The fashion show I mean. Well, anything really. Right, so night then.’
‘Night.’
Gregg knows he should be moving towards his car right now, but he’s not. And he doesn’t know why. It’s not like anything else is going to happen. He needs to save them both from any more potentially embarrassing situations by moving his ass and getting back in his car. But then he makes the mistake of licking his lips. He can still taste her.
He needs to get the hell away from her before he does something he shouldn’t. So he moves. Unfortunately, it’s in the opposite direction to the way he planned.
He closes the distance between them and leans down to kiss her again. Bria buries her hands in his hair, pulling him close before his lips have touched hers. Unlike on the beach, this kiss is frenzied, desperate, and full of need - from both sides. Gregg puts out his hands, stopping them from crashing into the door frame as they stumble into the back porch.
With his mouth all over hers, he kicks open the back door then unzips his coat, barely getting it undone before she shoves it down his arms then pulls his hoody up his chest. Gregg breaks the kiss just long enough to take both his hoody and t-shirt off then surrenders to her again.
Something crashes to the floor when he pushes her back against the table, but they don’t stop. Bria tugs at his belt while he deals with her blouse, trying not to tear it off her body.
‘We should go upstairs,’ Bria mutters before she kisses him again while fumbling with the zip on his jeans.
Gregg grunts in agreement backing away from the table bringing Bria with him as he tries to walk while kissing and touching her at the same time.
He bashes his hip against the door, but barely feels it thanks to Bria’s hand which is heading down the front of his jeans. He puts out a hand to steady himself, dislodging some books from the bookshelf. Gregg groans as Bria finds his dick through his boxers and rubs him. ‘We really need to go upstairs.’
She nods as she squeezes his dick gently. Yeah. They need to get upstairs. Gregg does his best to move them along. Something fragile shatters on the ground when they stumble into the table in the hall. Gregg mutters an apology as they work their way to the stairs. He pulls away from her long enough for Bria to kick off her wellies and race up the stairs. He pins her to the wall as soon as she clears the top step and they pick up where they left off downstairs.
Bria moves them towards her bedroom and shoves the door open, sending it banging against the wall.
Too busy touching each other, neither of them bother turning on the light as they make their way over to the bed.
Gregg manages to stop himself from landing heavily on Bria as they fall back onto the bed. He slides his hand up her leg and under her skirt as she pushes his jeans down. Bria runs her hand over his ass as she moans against his mouth. She wraps her hand around his cock and Gregg groans as she rubs her thumb along his length.
There are too many clothes in the way of him getting his hands all over her body.
‘Take off your clothes,’ he says as he rolls off her. Gregg deals with his boots, then shoves his jeans, boxers and socks off while she unzips her skirt. Gregg pulls it and her panties down her smooth legs but doesn’t get a chance to admire her body before she pulls him down on top of her again. Bria lifts her hips and rubs herself against his dick. She’s so wet. He pumps his hips back and forth, his dick gliding over her entrance as he moves against her.
Gregg loses track of whose hands are where. In the dark room, with Bria naked under him he just knows it’s all too much. If he keeps rubbing himself against her pussy he won’t last long.
He kisses down the side her neck as they continue to move against each other. ‘Fuck, Bria. I need to be inside you. Now.’
Bria fumbles with the top drawer of the bedside table. ‘Condoms. In there,’ she mutters as she buries her hands in his hair, and sucks on his earlobe.
Gregg reaches out and feels around in the drawer until he finds what he’s looking for. Gregg gasps as she presses against him, rubbing her juices over his dick. ‘That’s kind of distracting.’
‘Sorry,’ she mutters into his ear before she nips his earlobe and presses harder against him. One hand slides down his back and Gregg moans as she grabs his ass, holding him against her as she moves.
He grinds against her, his dick throbbing and desperate to be inside her. It takes a ridiculous length of time to put the condom on thanks to continuously being distracted by Bria’s mouth, and hands.
She’s touching him everywhere, caressing, rubbing, and squeezing in all the right places. He’s glad the lights are off. As much as he wants to see Bria, the sensations are too much to handle.
Gregg gasps as she cups his balls, massaging them before running her hand down the inside of his leg then back up again. Gregg lowers himself on top of her and positions himself at her entrance.
‘You sure you want this, Bria?’
She nods against his chest and rotates her hips, sliding his dick between her lips as she moves. ‘Yes. I’m sure. Are you?’
‘Oh yeah. Never more sure of anything.’