Ch. 59"Whoa, Lust"

Ch. 59"Whoa, Lust"
Gracie P.O.V.

What in the world is wrong with me? Why did I go lust for him? I should have just yelled and screamed at him for taking me somewhere. Instead, no one could find me, but here I am, going on hot and bothered with Hayes Ford.
"Wow, I am whore, I thought with embarrassment.

I don't know why I could act like that. I never act like a crazed sexual being. I am always shy and quiet. But right now, I want to jump his bones. Literally, his hard, long bone between his legs.

I thought that my red cheeks were bright red with a blush on my face. I grabbed my head in my hands, and I thought about what had happened.

Why did I act like that? My mind is still going in circles, trying not to mess it up because of how I act in front of him! The guy I have always liked made me nervous, especially when we were together.

But whoever said you don't do things without thinking should shut up and think before they speak. Because nine out of ten times in your life, you're going to do something crazy and embarrassing. Right now! I just did. I let out a sigh.

Right now, I'm feeling ten times more awkward in front of the man I love, and I hope it doesn't make me less desirable because of who I was and who I am now.

I hope I didn't blow it with him finally wanting to be with me.

"Hey! "Now, it's okay, sweetheart, don't shy away." I heard Hayes say with a laugh in his voice. I started blushing and turning away because I didn't want him to see my embarrassing red face.

But he didn't have it, and he grabbed my face, and I felt him turn my face, and he stared into my eyes, and I saw the sweet and kind part of him I was seeing, and I felt this incredible vibration inside me that I want to have all the time with him. But I know it will not last when he turns on me again.

I know he will always see me as a pest, a freak, and nobody, but I don't think he would want me after all the cruelness and hatefulness he has shown me all these years since fourth grade.

"Hey! "Whatever you're thinking, you'd better get that out of your head," he told me sternly.

Huh, really? He just thought that. I could smack him for how he told me not to believe the worst, and it would go back as a nightmare of how he treated me.

"How could I trust you?" I said. But I didn't know, and I blurted it out. I thought I was thinking it instead of speaking it out loud, and now he heard me.

"I don't know, but I will do whatever I can to have your trust, princess; I swear you will have it in my life." He said with a serious expression on his stern face.

I stared at him with a shocked and confused expression because I didn't want to believe him, but I knew he was telling the truth by the look on his face.

"I will not hurt you anymore, Gracie, believe me. "I regret how I have treated you over the years, sweetheart." He said with guilt in his eyes. I felt terrible because of how I was making him feel so awful that I felt guilty for having him feel like that about himself.

"Please, believe me, princess." I promise you," he said, pulling me by my hand, and I am sitting on his lap now.

"What are you doing? I heard myself gasp and asked him. I usually don't express my feelings, but I have been late, especially around my bully/ mate.

"I don't know; I wanted to ensure you were good and calm down." So, I thought if I were near you, maybe you would relax and finally understand I was telling you the truth about never hurting you again," he told me. I felt him rubbing my back, and my butt was right on his crotch. I could feel my body heating up and couldn't think straight when I was on top of him.

I have all kinds of crazy thoughts about him, and I am again sweating and doing fabulous sexual favors and him deep inside me, making sweet, sweet love to my body.

I want to be good, but how could I be good with dirty thoughts about what I am thinking about right now, sitting on top of the one thing I want inside me?

"Oh, shh, you need to stop thinking, and everything is going to be okay; I promise you, Gracie Ford," I heard him say-
What? Please wait a minute. I turned my face and stared up at him, and I saw the smile on his face; it was beautiful to see, with no smirk or snarl on his lips.

Gracie Ford? I must be dreaming, or I've misunderstood him. There was no way, he said, Gracie Ford, as in his last name. Like, I am his wife. Could that be right?

I knew he could see the confusion written on my face because I was confused and warmed inside at the same time because, one, I was shocked, and second, I couldn't believe he had said that; I had been waiting for a long time, well, since I was sixteen years old, to hear him say my name with his last name on the end of it.

I smiled inside, knowing Genie was whimpering and howling with joy inside. That's exactly how I feel, but I was shocked and stiff sitting on his rock-hard thighs.
Oh, boy, do they feel hard. I felt my cheeks heat, and I lifted my hand. I wanted to feel my cheek and see if it felt hot.

When I started doing that, I felt something stop me. I gasped and knew what it contained—Hayes's strong hand.