Chapter 5-Naughty Dreams
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(Grant)
I felt a hand sliding up my chest. The feel of her soft palm making a shiver tremble through me as I couldn't help but groan.
"Mr. Easton, you have been a very naughty boy. Do I have to punish you for not coming in sooner?" The sweet words tickled my ear, causing me to gasp as I felt the room spinning. What the f**k was going on and who the hell said that?
Looking around the room, I realized I was now in a doctors office. One that was very familiar to me. How the hell did I get here?
Suddenly, I felt something pressing on my chest. The feel of someone sliding down me caused my c**k to stiffen as I watched those light brown hands trail down my abs.
Wait, was I f*****g naked right now?
"Should I give you a thorough check-up?" That sultry voice asked, making my eyes finally look below me as I was met with Stephanie Stephens' brown eyes.
Oh god, was she in a f*****g naughty nurses outfit?
Holy s**t.
"I better make sure everything is working correctly, I mean, before we do any further strenuous activities." She whispered, causing my body to tremble as I watched those hands slip lower and lower, teasing me until she was about to reach for my c**k.
Then she stopped, making me groan.
"You want that, don't you? Please, Grant, tell me you want that." She said, making me nod eagerly as I felt like I have never wanted something so f*****g badly in my life.
"Yes, I want that. I want that so f*****g bad doc." I growled, seeing those full lips spread into a smile as the urge to c*m pulsed through me.
"Then I better give you what you want."
I watched her pretty pink tongue slip out, her mouth inching closer and closer to my c**k as she was about to wrap those luscious lips around me.
Just a little bit more...
"Grant!"
Come on baby, just take my c**k and-
"GRANT!"
My eyes snapped open, pulling me from that crazy dream as I sat up in bed shocked.
No, not again.
Three f*****g nights this week I've had that dream!
"Grant, you're going to be late. Your alarm went off twice. What the hell is up with you?" Grayson mumbled, yanking my curtains open as I swear I had no f*****g clue what was going on.
"Late? For what?" I mumbled, finally coming out of that crazy ass dream.
I could still feel her hands on my chest. The warmth of her palms lingered with me as I swear that was the realest dream I have ever had.
"Hey, what's up with you. Have you been having those dreams again?" Grayson suddenly asked, concern lacing his voice as my eyes widened in shock.
"Dreams? What dreams? I have no idea what you are talking about." I rushed, glancing down at the huge ass boner I now had before covering myself up with the comforter.
Grayson looked over at me skeptically. That concern turned to humor as he let out a sigh before coming to sit on the bed.
I swear I never jumped back so fast in my life. I didn't need anyone close to me right now. He would never let it go if he knew what I was dreaming about.
"I know you don't like talking about what happened. I mean, you got the worst of dad. But now that Sammy is here, we can start making new memories."
Oh, he meant THAT dream. For f***s sake.
"Yeah, you're right. Of course." I rushed, agreeing with whatever I had to, to get my brother the f**k our of here.
Looking over at Grayson, I realized now that he was dressed in a white dress shirt and black slacks. He looked freshly showered and his hair was pushed back.
"Where are you going?" I asked, arching my brow slightly before eyeing him suspiciously.
"Just wanted to do some shopping." He mumbled, looking away guiltily as I couldn't help but sigh.
"She must be going out today then?" I asked, seeing the shame fill my brothers eyes before he nodded.
"I thought you were taking a break Gray." I said, making him sigh heavily before flipping back onto my bed.
"We both know I was lying. I mean, how can I not?"
Yeah, Grayson was in deep. And sadly, I wasn't innocent in this either.
First, it was just a simple swipe of her phone. After he had one of his buddies install a few things, he can now mirror the device to his own phone any time.
"You know she googled me again." He gushed, letting that stupid ass smile spread across his face before I shook my head in disbelief.
"And you thought I was crazy for the way I handled things with Gabriella." I scoffed, making Grayson turn to look at me.
"I'm not trying to kidnap her, I'm just keeping an eye on her, okay?" He tried to justify his actions. But we all know if she found out half the s**t he was doing, there would probably be a restraining order put in place.
I nudged my brother with my foot, watching as a frown replaced that once happy smile before he shook his head no.
"She isn't ready yet." He barked, not even letting me say s**t.
"How will you know unless you talk to her? Don't you think that you ghosting her is sending an even worse message?" I stated, making him think about what I said before he sat up quickly.
"It's for the best right now. I just want her to feel safe and secure before I do anything." He snapped, ending this conversation before it really even begun.
"Don't forget to take those cookies. She won't be back until later, but tell Gabriella you made them for Katrina to say sorry." Grayson ordered, making me blink after him.
"Wasn't the f*****g bracelet and watch enough?! People are going to think I'm the one who's obsessed with her at this point!" I yelled after him, watching as he shot me a wave before disappearing down the hallway.
Yeah, I felt like a prick after she learned why I brought her there, but it wasn’t personal. Not really. It wasn't that I didn't care if she lived or died, it was more a programmed feeling.
I'm used to doing things in a manner where emotions and feelings weren't welcomed. You had to be cold and calculated to survive as an Easton. Especially with my father looming over my shoulder. So yeah, I'm still adjusting. But since meeting Gabriella and finding Sammy, I would like to think I'm warming up a little.
Suddenly the image of Stephanie in that nurses outfit popped into my mind, making my c**k twitch as I knew I needed to take care of it.
Cold showers don't help at this point. f**k, I never even had dreams like these as a damn teenager. What the hell is wrong with me?
At least I won't see her for another four months... she should be out of my dreams by then.
Let's hope it happens sooner rather than later. Because this last one, it might stay with me for a while.
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