Break Up To Make Up → Skylar & Grayson
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.
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.
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."
"I know, I know." Sky pouted, her voice a hot whisper against his skin. A slow smile creeping on her face as Gray's fingers trailed up her back, coming to an abrupt pause at her bra. Sky cocked her head to the side, suggestively raising her brows at the male. Getting naked with Greyson was on Skylar's top ten list of things she loved to do. Pulling on her lip with her teeth, Skylar winced, watching as her boyfriend ripped away her bra to reveal her breasts. Feeling her breasts tingle at the sensation of a warm breeze hitting the bare skin, she smiled. "That feels nice," She said quietly, mostly speaking to herself, a small laugh escaping her lips at Greyson's words. Letting out a small squeal, as he quickly kicked aside the car door, lifting both himself and Skylar up, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pressing her bare top to his chest, her chin resting on Greyson's shoulder. Giving the boy short and small kisses on his shoulder, Skylar let out a giggle, her body connecting with the mattress underneath her. She was surprised that it hadn't given out yet, like most of the other furniture in the trailed. "Hmmm," Skylar hummed quietly, her eyes dancing as she watched Grey strip himself of the bloody t-shirt. Hot. He was so fucking hot. Eyes following the t-shirt to the floor, Skylar's gaze refocused on Greyson, her hands slowly clawing up the sheets until they were rested on her own breasts. A mischievous smirk appearing on her face, Skylar looked down at herself, her fingers fondling with her own breasts, her nipples already hardened. "Well?" She said quietly, looking at Greyson through lustful eyes. "What are you waiting for, babe?" She questioned, biting on her lip as her hands fell from breasts, running down her torso and finally coming to a stop at the belt of her shorts. "I don't want to have to do all the work myself," She murmured, her hand slipping through her shorts and into her panties.
