Chapter 159 The Struggle Begins
Quinn's POV
Our kiss grew more passionate as he walked towards the bedroom.
This wasn't just a kiss filled with desire, but a reassuring kiss that calmed me. Because with this kiss, I knew that there was someone who would stay with me no matter what.
And as a token of my gratitude, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I tilted my head to make it easier for Grayson to access my lips.
For now, I didn't care if Dylan saw. Because I just wanted to show Grayson that I loved him as deeply as he loved me.
Grayson grew more impatient as we both began to run out of breath. He opened the door with his arm and closed it with his foot. Then he carried me to the bed and pinned me down.
I stared intently at his face. I liked the shape of his eyebrows, honestly. I also liked his thin, unshaven moustache, which made him look sexier.
"Before we part and can only see each other for a few hours, can we spend more time in this room today?"
Of course we could. So I nodded without hesitation.
But before he did anything else, I quickly put my index finger on his nose. "Make it as memorable as possible. I want it to be deeply engraved in my memory and not easy to forget. So while we're apart, I can keep remembering you wherever I am."
Grayson smiled crookedly. "Then I know the answer."
I giggled when he suddenly buried his head in my neck. But then I got goosebumps all over my body as he began to suck and bite my skin.
"You're like a lily that always smells sweet. You never fail to make me addicted."
I smiled as I held my breath, which was starting to quicken. "And you're like a vampire who wants to drain my blood."
He tilted his head. "Then I'll become a real vampire."
He proved his words. He viciously bit and marked every inch of my body from top to bottom, right up to my pussy.
When he got there, he shook his head and flashed his mischievous smile. "If I bite and suck your neck, what comes out is blood. What if I bite and suck this?"
I knew this didn't need an answer, but I simply pressed his head down there.
My body arched as Grayson bit my clit and sucked on it. It was like forcing half my life out of me, but it also gave me pleasure at the same time.
"You... like it?" I asked, breathing heavily, my legs trembling.
Grayson nodded without lifting his head. And then he inserted his tongue.
My toes curled, holding back the sudden urge to pee.
"It's okay, babe, just let it out, don't be shy."
Oh, I know this isn't the first time we've made love, but every time I'm about to climax, I still feel embarrassed.
But thanks to his efforts to reassure me, I finally let my fluids flow as my hips arched upwards and trembled.
Grayson smiled, looking like someone who was proud. "Ah, that's great. Now, I can move on to the main course."
Two days after the discussion between me, Grayson, and his parents about Dylan's treatment, we finally decided to go there.
I didn't tell Dylan, nor did I tell our mother.
If possible, I wanted them to remain unaware until there were results. Because I thought this was a big sacrifice, I wanted the results to be worth the time and effort I put in.
So only the four of us knew about this plan, plus Hellen, Grayson's aunt.
To be honest, I didn't know what Hellen was like or how she would train me. But I tried to convince myself that whatever she would teach me later, it would be nothing more and nothing less than to heal Dylan.
"Babe, you've been quiet. Why? Are you nervous?" Grayson held my hand and squeezed it gently.
I blinked a few times, then realised I had been daydreaming. "Ah, I was just enjoying the view outside. This is my first time in the countryside, so I feel like I have to capture this moment in my memory."
Grayson suddenly stroked my head. "You're so cute, babe. I want to eat you up."
I slapped his hand. "Your mind is so dirty."
"I can't think straight since I saw you."
I glared at him. "Oh, so you're saying you're always turned on when you see me?"
Grayson grimaced and glanced at his trousers. I looked there too.
Damn. He really was hard.
I hit his arm. "You!"
He just chuckled and then closed his legs. "Isn't this normal? It means I'm a powerful man."
"You're a pervert!"
"But you love this pervert. Right?"
I rolled my eyes and turned my face away.
Ah, I hadn't even gotten out of the car yet, but I could already imagine how much I would miss him.
I wouldn't be able to support him directly during the games. Usually, he always looked for me when he scored.
"Will you be okay if I'm not there during your games?"
Grayson glanced at me briefly and put his arm around my shoulder. "I'll always bring the stick you gave me to every game. That way, I can still feel your presence by my side."
"Ah, that stick. You still have it?"
"Of course, babe! It's the most important thing to me right now. I even display it in my trophy cabinet, in case you've forgotten."
"I remember. But I feel bad not being there to support you."
Grayson brought my left hand to his heart. "I am very happy when you can be there. But even if you can't be there for every game, I don't mind because you have a clear reason. After all, your brother is your family. So I can't be selfish either."
My eyes felt hot. “Thank you so much, gray bear.”
“Oh my gosh, Quinny, don’t cry, I don’t want to—oh shit!”
My body lurched forward along with Grayson’s as the car came to an abrupt halt. The airbags deployed, cushioning our bodies from the impact.
At the same time, a loud crash sounded from the front.
Oh no…
Don’t tell me it’s Grayson’s parents’ car!