Grayson From The Nut Job Novels & Stories

My heavy tits are spilling out of the top, the soft, full undersides completely bare, the fabric so thin and wet that my areolas are clearly visible and my hard nipples poke through like they’re begging to be sucked. The bottoms are worse — a tiny thong that disappears completely between my round ass cheeks, leaving both plump globes fully exposed, the front so small that the outline of my puffy cunt lips is already visible through the soaked material. I'm already wet. I've been wet since I saw Grayson's car pull into the driveway. He's standing by the pool now, beer in hand, talking to my dad about something boring like stocks or golf. He's wearing swim trunks that hang low on his hips and

“That employee, the one who was being talked down while she was sitting on the floor embarrassed is someone I’m close to with, in one of my classes.” “I see now.” “You know what, Yuan can you come here please.” Grey called Yuan and had a talk with him while Nick was around about the employee earlier. “I want to know what the hell happened there and how it got there and the first place. And who the hell is that guy who I just confronted.” “I’ll look into it.” After that, both Nick and Grey came back to Sebastian and the others. “You know what Sebastian, I’m not feeling well anymore, it’s been a wonderful lunch with all of you before that thing just now escalated and I need to rest. I’ll be go

Grayson shook his head at his brothers teasing words then flipped him the bird, which resulted in James endlessly taunting him for the rest of the day. Grayson walked into his apartment and found two couch potatoes yelling and chucking things at the large flat-screen television, they hadn’t even heard him enter. He removed his shoes at the door before going straight to the fridge for three beers. He walked over to the couch and noticed that an intense rugby match had been on, which explains the yelling. James and Tristen were both extremely passionate about rugby after all they both were on the rugby team together through high school and college, James definitely would have started playing n

"For thinking the worst of you. For pushing you away when you needed me most. For being too much of a coward to watch that video and see what was really there." He sat down on the bed but kept distance between them, like he was afraid she would not want him close. His body was tense, coiled, ready to flee if she rejected him. "Trevor showed me the original today," Grayson continued, his voice getting rougher. "Before Monica drugged me. He showed me what really happened to you and I... I could not breathe. Nathaniel... that he..." Grayson could not finish the sentence. His hands came up to cover his face. His shoulders shook slightly, and Shayla realized he was crying. Grayson Cross, the man

A drunken mess. "Well well well,if it isn't our famous Zoey Johansson." Gray made a grand gesture,wearing a smile that denoted sarcasm. "Glad to see you Gray Robertson." She cheered her cup before downing her drink briskly. How much her tongue had missed the taste of alcohol. Her new source of euphoria. "So what are you doing here?, it's unlike you." Gray stammered,hiccuping in the process. "I could be asking you the same thing."

Ryan Dixon's face turned dark, and he jerked his hands back quickly, as if he were shocked by electricity. Jeff Gray got back to the dorm before him, and since they were all men, he didn't have to worry. The weather was hot, but he didn't let that stop him from putting on his college shirt again after his shower. He walked around showing off his six-pack and his higher ***. Ryan Dixon, who had seen him earlier, bit him by accident. Jeff Gray keeps saying, "If you like it, you'll be able to touch it a few more times if you want to."

We'll remain horny little rabbits that's desprate to rut but have no outlet. And let's face it, it's probably for the best. Grayson doesn't have a gentle bone in his body when it comes down to sex. Every inch of him intends on leaving an print on your psyche. He rocks back on the heel of his feet, tucking a wet hair behind my ear. "What you saw are humans who have been experimented on " "Come again, did you just say experimented on? "

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.

Grayson tried to rearrange his jaw, his ever permanent scowl burning a hole through me. “Never bring a knife to a gun fight.” I shrugged with a half smirk. “Have I showed you my version of a spear yet? You’re going to love it!” I gushed happily, my eyes lighting up. It was a close thing but I managed to tamp down the urge to jump into the air and do a cheerleader shimmy. I did clap though. Grayson gasped and crawled away from me. “You are sick.” He reiterated. “Okay, I’m getting bored now. Can’t you find something a bit more inventive to say?”

He sighed, "I would have got here sooner but the earliest flight wasn't until this morning and I had to pay in person." I pulled back, feeling ridiculously pathetic as I wiped at my eyes, probably smearing whatever was left of yesterday's mascara. I glanced up at him, my breath catching as I took in the familiar face I'd missed so much. Grayson was towering at six foot six, dark-skinned, his short dreads framing his face. With those dark, expressive eyes and that easy smile, he looked the part of his profession. He had double piercings on both ears, adding a rebellious touch to his otherwise laid-back look. He studied my swollen face, his gaze softening as he let out a deep chuckle. "Damn, B