Break Up To Make Up â Skylar & Grayson
Skylar Wright was furious but apparently not enough. This wasnât the first time her boyfriend had decided to storm in on her while she was on the job, only to cause a scene. And while, sheâd managed to pull Gray away just before he killed the guy he had plummeted his fist on. She knew there would be consequences eventually, there was no way her manager would tolerate Grayâs barbaric behaviour, despite having a soft spot for Skylar. Skyâs boyfriend was scaring away customers and before the restaurant lost anymore of itâs clients, she was sure her boss would give her the boot. Of course, she just hoped that day wasnât today. Sitting next to Gray, Skylar took a deep breath, pulling off her leather jacket to reveal herself in a tiny black cropped top. Giving the air conditioning a hasty kick, she frowned. Of course, the stupid fucking air conditioner in the bloody car wouldnât run, the day it was a 100 fucking degrees out in Los Angeles. Shuffling in her seat comfortably, she ran a hand over her bare thighs, before settling her hand on top of her studded dark wash denim shorts. âItâs hot,â Sky frowned, looking over at Grayson. She could see tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his hand clutching the top of the steering wheel, his foot on the gas. It was the way he looked at her, she couldnât stay mad at him for long, and when she found it in him to scream, she would find that his words, his twisted words, his âI love youâsâ would bind her back down. âYou know what we should do?â The girl asked facing Gray, her eyes watching him mischievously. Sheâd decided to push away the tension between the pair, convincing herself that she didnât have the patience to tolerate another argument, at least not yet. She just wanted Grayson to hold her, she wanted his kisses,  she wanted his touch, the way his skin felt against hers, the way his lips found every corner of her body, leaving her breathless, she wanted it all. And after sheâd seen him shake up the guy back at the bar, Sky craved him even more. She knew her boyfriend had a temper, the only other person who could contest his temper was her. And while usually, she would have shouted at him, pushing him away, today she couldnât help but be drawn to him even more. He was protecting her, that was all. He loved her. He wanted the best for her. Grayâs impulsive behaviour was just a way of Gray marking his territory. Gazing out into the dirty streets of Los Angeles, Sky licked her lips, watching as Grayson turned the corner, arriving into the dinky trailer lot they called their home. The place made her cringe, especially when she had spent her entire life living a lavish suburban life. But she found that with Grayson by her side, she had learned to love it. It was their home, it was their place, it had memories, most were terrible but quite a few of them were perfect â like the first time theyâd made love in the place. She remembered all of it, each moment. It was moments like that, that reminded Skylar to stick around. They would make it. Theyâd stuck by each other for so long, there was no way she could leave him now. âWe shouldâŠ,â Skylar smirked, her hand running up her thigh, until it was grasping the end of her the top. Feeling the car come to a halt in front of the trailer, the girl bit her lip, slowly pulling off the top of her head, and dropping it to the floor of the car. She looked up at the boy, her breasts covered in a black laced bra, âWe should should channel all this anger and heat into something a little more interesting.â Sky murmured, pulling away her seat belt, she easily climbed over to the drivers seat, so she was now seated on top of Grayâs lap. Her finger trailed his jaw, before moving down to hold his collar low, as she dipped down her lips meeting with his.  âYouâre not still madâŠare you?â She whispered in between her kisses, her hips grinding gently against his crotch.Â
Grayson had blacked out. Again. It wasn't like he could help it, though. When he saw other men flirting with Skylar, or vice versa, something inside of him snapped and then it was as if he was seeing red. The batting of her eyelashes and that toothy little grin was reserved specifically for him and him alone. Just because she worked at a bar, didn't mean that she needed to flirt with every guy that happened to sit across from her for a hefty tip. That was the kind of shit that Grayson hated. So it was no surprise that when he showed up to her workplace and saw some fucking creep hitting on her, his rage came out. The last thing that Gray remembered before blacking out was grabbing the smaller guy and slamming his fist into his nose, that and the scream emitting from his girlfriend's mouth as his fist connected. And then there was nothing but darkness. When he finally came to, he was being thrown out of the bar, with blood on his hands and spotted along his white tee shirt.Â
It wasn't as if Gray planned on beating the shit out of whats-his-name. It just happened. Gray had been struggling with anger issues since he was a young child. At first, it had been something that could be controlled with medication but when Gray was seventeen, he'd stop taking that medication. Gray had felt that he would get along just fine without it, and he was right, to an extent. Then came the blackouts. It scared Gray, of course it did, but he was too prideful to hide behind a bottle of pills to fix his issues. He had grabbed Skylar's arm as he was being pulled out, throwing her into their beat up Pontiac and slamming the door shut in the process. It had always taken Grayson a while to calm down from an episode, and he stopped outside of the car door to take a calming breath. Once he had stopped shaking, Grayson walked around to the drivers side, opening it up and sliding in. The drive to their dinky trailer wasn't too far and Gray could take that time to reflect on what had happened.Â
He kept his eyes fixed pointedly on the road, choosing to ignore Skylar's actions and the comments that she was making. Truthfully he was still pissed at her and he wasn't going to let her get under his skin too quickly. It wasn't until they were parked at their trailer, that he took that opportunity to look over at her. She'd already shed her shirt and Gray knew that she'd be on his lap in a matter of seconds, with her lips attaching to any free bit of skin she could see. The blond was correct in his assumption because now his girlfriend was on top of him, kissing down his jawline, something she knew was his biggest weakness. "No...I'm not mad at you Skylar. But you know I don't like that shit." His hands went to the back of her bra, unhooking the clasps and throwing it to the back of the car. He pulled his lips from hers and gripped the back of her head near the nape of her head.
Gray was gentle as he pulled her head back, his lips close to her ears as he whispered. "You've been a very bad girl, Sky. I think I need to punish you." Whipping his head back, Grayson looked around and made sure that no one was near, throwing open the car door as he held Sky tightly against his chest. He kicked the door shut with his foot and walked up the steps to their front door, balancing her as he opened the door. God, she was so fucking sexy, with her blonde hair cascading down her back and her skin glistening with slight perspiration. He carried her to the bedroom and gently tossed her onto the bed, his fingers gripping his bloody shirt as he pulled it over his head. "Tell me what you want, babe."
