Grey's Awakening (30 page)

So, so like my Grey
.
He needs a definite, clear answer
. Offering a gentle smile, Sirus said, “You already gave us the answer, baby.” He brushed his fingers through Grey’s hair, taming the drying thickness. “Middle ground. We just have to find middle ground.

With our jobs, with where we live; whatever we need to make work, we will compromise and make it happen.”

Grey’s chest heaved with a sharp intake of breath, and hope lit his eyes. “I can do that.” His voice held such earnestness Sirus fell in love with the man all over again. “I can spend time up here with you. I want to. I like this place; I like being here with you.”

“I like Raleigh too. I can build a life there with you when you can’t be here.” Sirus stepped through the fear of change,
about everything
. He could do no less than what he asked of Grey. “Maybe reintroduce myself to Rebecca, to start.”

Grey’s eyes widened, and Sirus could feel the pick-up in his heartbeat. “Only if you want to.” His voice held complete conviction. “I swear you don’t need to change anything for me.”

“I know. I think I want to talk with her, and we’ll see what happens down the road.

But right now,” he circled his arms around Grey’s chest and flipped them both forward, facedown, onto the floor, “all I can think about is making love to you again.” Sirus covered Grey’s back completely with the weight of his body, and with a hiss of pleasure, pushed his cock all the way home.

Grey melted into the floor beneath Sirus, relaxing completely for the coupling.

“Christ, I love the way you feel inside me.” Grey moaned, the sound rolling all the way through him as he nudged his backside up, teasing Sirus’s invading length. “Take me.

Please.”

Sirus chuckled and buried his face in the side of Grey’s head. He had never been happier in his life.

Kissing Grey’s temple, Sirus whispered seductively, “I love it when you say please.”

Holding tightly to Grey’s hands, Sirus started to move.

Grey smacked Sirus’s hand before it reached his neck. “Stop fiddling with your tie, babe.” He took Sirus’s hand in his before the man could go for his attire again. “You’re gonna mess up the nice knot I tied for you.”

Sirus glared at Grey, and flashed his teeth with a growl. “I don’t like getting all dressed up. You’re used to living in monkey suits like this; it’s not comfortable to me. I’ll touch if I want to.” He used his other hand and slipped his fingers into the neckline of his dress shirt. “God, I’m sweating worse than when I have you spread open and am pounding away at your ass.”

“Jesus, honey.” Grey’s neck heated, and so did his cock. He talked the latter down while taking a fast look around the performing arts center hall, seeing if anyone overheard Sirus’s comment. “At least get me in the bathroom before you say shit like that.” Taking another discreet glance around the hall’s foyer, Grey didn’t see his sister or John, or anyone who looked remotely like Sirus. “I don’t think you want me meeting your family sporting an erection.”

“Damn it, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” Sirus had his eyes trained on the series of front doors, tracking them back and forth. At the same time, he put a finger to his mouth and started gnawing on a hangnail. “Maybe we shouldn’t have put so much pressure on Diana’s big night. We’re stealing some of her thunder setting up this dinner.”

“Which she told you she would welcome with open arms.” Grey could feel the tension running through Sirus, and he hurt for the meeting that might,
or might not
, take place between the man and his mother tonight.

“Look at me.” Grey took Sirus’s face in his hands, and made his partner focus only on him. “You don’t have to make any decisions tonight, no matter how Nia treats me. It is not going to change how I feel about you, and from what I know of the rest of your family, it’s not going to influence whether they decide to accept me.” Grey had already met Diana, and had spoken to Nic and Sirus’s father on the phone a few times. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“You don’t need to worry at all,” a beautiful blonde woman snuck up behind Sirus, heading up a small entourage that included Kelsie and John, “because some of us have already met. In between finding out some dirt,” Diana winked at Grey, “we already like each other just fine, with or without you.”

“Diana, you look beautiful.” Sirus hugged his sister while Grey hugged Kelsie and shook John’s hand. “You slipped in without me seeing you.”

“You need to calm down, big brother,” Diana said, a smile on her face. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be a nervous wreck tonight, not you.”

A man nearly as handsome as Sirus, but with dark brown eyes instead of gray, tugged on Diana’s hair, and then clasped Sirus’s hand in his, pulling him in for a brief hug. “If it were up to her she’d have slinked in through the side and not faced anyone until after she played. I grabbed her—”

“Scared the crap out of me is more like it,” Diana interrupted. She shot the man a glare that reminded Grey of the one Sirus often employed. Grey recognized the man’s voice from their phone conversations as Nic. “One of the other cellists thought I was being accosted.”

“But then I revealed that I know she pukes before every concert,” Nic shared, “and he realized I must know her very well. He happily handed her over and said I was welcome to hold her hair.”

“Oh, God.” Sirus burrowed his forehead into Grey’s shoulder and shook his head.

“You’re going to get two hours of this over dinner and are not going to want to be with me anymore by the end of tonight.”

Grey bit down a laugh and wrapped his arm around Sirus, tucking his partner against his chest. “Don’t worry about your colorful family.” He bussed a kiss to the side of Sirus’s hair, but smiled at Diana and Nic as he spoke. “I can handle them.” He turned Sirus around and angled his head in the direction of magenta hair, tattoos, and a multitude of piercings. “You have met my sister, right?”

“Hey!” Kelsie whacked Grey in the arm with her purse. “Pregnant woman here.” She pointed at her rounded belly. “Be nice.”

“I was dragging Diana inside when I saw a woman with pink hair, and an imposing, fierce looking dude with his arm around her,” Nic said. “Figured that had to be the Kelsie and John I’ve heard so much about from Sirus.”

“So he went ahead and accosted her too,” Diana muttered. “Thank God I introduced us really quickly because I think John was about slam Nic to the ground.”

A smile
almost
lifted John’s lips. “Nobody puts a hand on my wife.” His pale blue eyes flashed with quick mirth. “Except me.”

Kelsie rolled her eyes and rubbed her very pregnant stomach. “Yeah, I think they all figured that out, McBride.”

Nic looked at Kelsie, and another fast grin lit up his dark eyes. “He put more than a hand on you, Kelsie. Unless he has one hell of an immaculate touch.”

Sirus groaned, John blushed, and everyone else laughed. “In case you hadn’t figured it out yet,” Sirus finally said, “this is Nic.”

“I gathered.” Grey stuck out his hand. “Your voice was familiar, and I’ve heard enough family stories by now to put two and two together the minute you spoke.” Grey’s voice was dry, but he breathed a sigh of relief when Nic chuckled and shook his hand.

“Good to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” Nic replied. With a blink of his eyes, the teasing man disappeared, and only a stone-cold serious older brother remained. “I’ve never heard more happiness in Sirus’s voice than in the last few months since you’ve been together. I’ve heard through Diana’s visit that it’s clear you adore him. That makes you a welcome addition to the family in my book.”

Grey’s emotions rose to the surface and he found it difficult to swallow. “Thank you.” He dipped his head. “That means a lot.”

“And that’s why we keep Nic around.” Sirus cuffed his brother’s neck and gave him another fast hug. “He can be a poet when he cares.”

Sirus leaned back against Grey’s chest. He barely settled when he stood back up straight, his eyes locked across the room. Grey followed his stare and immediately recognized Nia Wilder, dressed in a beautiful, formal navy-colored gown. She held the arm of a big, bruising man with salt and pepper hair, and behind them was a decent sized group Grey could only assume were the rest of Sirus’s siblings and their spouses.

Nic turned too, and his demeanor altered again. He slipped his arm around Diana and turned to Kelsie and John. “Why don’t you guys come with us, and I’ll introduce you to my other brothers and their wives?” Nic’s gaze shifted to Sirus and Grey, and Grey could tell the man fought to grab Sirus and throw him behind his back.

Damn, Nic doesn’t know how this is going to play out either.

Nic added, “We’ll give you guys some time to do this alone, okay?”

Diana squeezed Sirus’s arm. “Call us if you need us,” she said, but let Nic lead her away. John and Kelsie followed.

Slipping his hand into Sirus’s again, Grey nodded. “Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.”

Grey let the small group walk across the open hall and make some introductions before turning Sirus to face him. Sirus’s hands shook, and too much brightness brimmed in his eyes, breaking Grey’s heart.

“Look only at me,” Grey said. Once again, he took Sirus’s face in his hands, holding the other man until the light sparked in his beautiful deep gray eyes. Christ, Grey’s heart ached for how much Sirus was still tied to his mother’s choices, no matter how hard he tried to sever that love. Mother and son had not spoken since that day months ago in Sirus’s cabin. “You okay to do this?”

Sirus exhaled slowly and rolled his neck, joints cracking. “I’m okay now.” His shoulders lifted, and the small tremors left his body. He looked at Grey, and his normal confidence infused his voice. “I promise.”

“Good.” Grey pressed a gentle kiss to Sirus’s lips, uncaring who saw them or what they thought about two men as life mates. He pulled back and pecked another kiss on each cheek, loving the hard mixed with the soft in this man. “I love you, Sirus. No matter who does or doesn’t walk over here, or how they treat me or you in the process, I’m still gonna love you and we’re still going to be together. You fought through too much of my shit to get me to open up to you; I’m not going to let anyone break us up now. Got me?”

“Loud and clear.” Sirus lifted his hand and soothed Grey with his touch, as he always did. “I love you too.”

A rough clearing of a throat broke the men apart. They both turned, and Grey stood face-to-face with Sirus’s imposing father and cool mother.

“Son,” Sirus’s father pulled Sirus into a bear hold, “give your old man a hug.”

“Hi, Dad.” Sirus hugged Whit tightly, his flexing muscles straining against his suit jacket as he did it. “I’ve missed you.” A slight catch hitched his words.

“You too, kid.” Whit planted a kiss on the top of his son’s head. “It has been too long.”

Sirus’s gaze slid to his mother, but Whit shifted and demanded Grey’s attention first.

“You must be Grey.” The guy stuck out his giant hand. He smiled suddenly, lighting up his entire face in the same way the move did for Sirus. “It’s nice to finally put a face with the name and the voice. Good to meet you.”

A breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding escaped, almost making Grey dizzy. He took Whit’s hand and was met with a strong, sure handshake. “It is my honor, sir,” Grey said, humbled to meet the father of the man he loved. This man had no idea how much Grey already admired the parent he was. “Truly, my honor.” Grey became momentarily tongue-tied, and did a quick scan of his memory for the content of their few talks.
Yes
. Grey smiled. “I look forward to a game of chess while I’m in town. If you’re interested, of course.”

Whit clapped Grey on the shoulder and boomed with a burst of laughter. “Now you’re talking.” His granite eyes—Sirus’s an almost perfect mirror of them—held only welcome. “You give me a call and we’ll set something up.”

Good Christ, Grey might just want a father after all.
If it could be this man
. “Will do.”

Stepping back, Whit slid his arm around Nia’s waist. Nia looked up at her husband, and Grey could only see love in her eyes. It reminded him of the similar, gentle way she looked at Sirus that morning on the porch.

Nia shifted her attention to Sirus, and her chin wavered a little bit. Grey slipped his hand into Sirus’s and gave him a reassuring squeeze. He breathed a little easier when he got a strong squeeze back.

We’ll be all right,
the hold conveyed.
No matter what happens.

Nia opened her mouth, but snapped it shut again, and she put her attention on Grey.

“Mr. Cole,” she held out her hand, “it’s very nice to meet you. I hope we can talk over dinner.” Her gaze slid back to her son for a moment. Her eyes filled with moisture, and a nervous smile lifted her lips. Something passed between them, and she came back to Grey, her hand still outstretched. “I’d like to get to know my son’s partner, if you’ll let me.”

Grey brought Sirus’s hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back. As soon as he let their hands fall clasped between them, Sirus did the same, and kissed Grey’s hand.

Smiling, Grey finally took Nia’s hand in his and shook it. “Mrs. Wilder,” he said, his heart full for Sirus, “it’s very nice to meet you too.”

The End

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