When Skies Are Grae

It's early Tuesday morning, I'm stirred out of my deep slumber by a loud ruckus outside of my bedroom window. I peek out to see a white box truck, "Oakley's", painted on the sides.

My furniture is here! I quickly jump into my robe and slippers, checking my self in my mirror before making my appearance outside. There looks to be only two guys, who are struggling to lift the large, red couch and haven't noticed me leaning against the railing on my porch. One man, who is apparently named Dustin, tries his best to lift the heavy couch once again.

"Boy, you're gonna have to start working out!" the other shouts to Dustin.

"Who orders a couch this big, anyways?" Dustin retaliates.

I clear my throat as I light my cigarette, "I do."

Both gentlemen turn their attention to me, the older man says, "Morning, ma'am."

"You guys need some help? I can't believe they only sent the two of you on such a big delivery!"

"No, we can manage," the older gentleman replies, "not much you could do anyways, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes. Thats a typical man, he's struggling to carry something, even with the help of another, yet he needs no help. I decide to watch the show and the ego of both men go south.

An hour goes by, they've managed to get half of the truck unloaded. I have to be at work in an hour, I hate to leave my home unattended while these sad excuses of furniture delivery men are here. Without hesitation, I step inside and call Matt with my problem.

"Hey." he answers almost immediately.

"Good mornin'," I reply.

"Morning. I'm glad you called."

"I'm glad ya answered. I have a problem."

"What's going on?" Matt questions, sounding very serious.

"I have these two dipshits in my drive unloading furniture, I have to be at work in an hour and I hate to leave the house while they're here."

"Why the fuck did they come so early?"

I shrug my shoulders, "I don't know. I can't call Drake because he's still butthurt and hasn't answered my texts in days."

"Drake will get the fuck over it, don't stress about him. I'll be over in a few." Matt assures me.

"I'll talk to ya more when you get here."

"See ya in a minute, beautiful." Matt disconnects our call.

Well, I'm technically still in the same boat. I need Matt to either stay here or take me to work, I'm sure he'd let me drive his truck but I'm not very comfortable navigating in such a huge, massive vehicle. My brother hates me at the moment, so he's out of the picture.

I take this time to gussy up a bit before Matt makes his appearance, at least getting myself dressed. A pair of skinny jeans and a plain white tank top seem like an excellent choice. I toss my hair up into a sloppy bun and tie a purple bandana neatly around my head.

"Hey," Matt pokes his head in, "just letting you know I'm here. You can come out from hiding now."

"I'm not hiding!" I stretch my arms out for a hug.

Matt wraps his arms around my petite body and gently squeezes, "I've missed you," he states as his hands move to either side of my hips.

"I've missed you, too."

"So, you don't wanna leave the house alone while they're here? Plus you gotta get to work." Matt calculates solutions in his head.

"Right."

"Are you cool with one of my guys staying here while I take you to work?"

"I have no choice." I shrug my shoulders as I apply some makeup.

"Let me give him a call." Matt scrolls through his phone.

Moments later, a matte black Challenger whips in my drive. A man with long black hair steps out, he spots Matt and I. He isn't bad looking at all, attractive even. His brown eyes bounce between us as he gets closer. I notice his nose piercing once he shakes Matt's hand and turns to face me.

"Grae, this is Brian. Brian... Grae." he introduces us.

"Georgia girl, right?" Brian smiles.

This makes me giggle, "apparently to Matt. He's called me that since we've met. I almost thought it was because he couldn't remember my real name."

"You wanna make sure I know your name really well?" Matt smirks, making Brian cackle, "Oh and by the way, your name isn't even technically, Grae."

I stick my tongue out at him for knowing this knowledge. I've always gone by my middle name, since I was born, even. Mom had wanted to name me Holland but, Dad, thankfully was stubborn about the name Grae. So, you have it. Holland Grae Justice, was I.

"Don't get frisky with me, Holland." he winks.

Suddenly, we were interrupted by the Oakley guys.

"Ma'am, we didn't need help." Dustin speaks.

I proceed to tell them my situation, about having to be at work in 40 minutes and having Brian here to make sure every thing goes smoothly.

"Let's roll out," Matt smacks my ass, "we'll have time to pick up some breakfast."

"Thank you, Brian!" I yell as I jump up in Matt's lifted Dodge.


.:. Matt's POV .:.


"Thank you, Brian!" Grae waves at my friend.

I turn the engine over and back out onto the dead end road. I floor the gas after I slam it back into drive, making a screeching sound as I pull away. Grae smiles and punches my arm, quickly having something to say afterwards.

"You basically asked me to fuck you in front of Brian!" she attempts to hide a smile behind blushing cheeks.

Her word selection quickly makes me laugh, "You started it", I retaliate.

"How?!" she slides herself over next to me.

"Apparently, I don't know your name." I study her changing expression.

"You also smacked my ass, too."

"So? Brian wouldn't care if he walked in on you suckin' my dick. You just have no idea how it gets on tour sometimes." I chuckle.

"Things get wild, huh?"

I nod my head, "Too wild, sometimes."

"I've missed you so much," Grae lays her head on my arm.

"Not as much as I've missed you." I pull her lips against mine, while waiting for a light to turn green.

"I bet I have." she smiles.

"Oh yeah? I don't know, Georgia Girl."

Grae smirks as she tugs my belt through all of the loops, and unbuttons my jeans. She's missed me in more ways than one. The traffic light flashes green, we go. I try to watch the road ahead and her, which is rather difficult. Grae releases me from my jeans and immediately takes me into her mouth. I watch her head move up and down, then back to the pavement.

"Fuck, Grae." I grab a handful of her hair.

"Hmmm, you do know my name." she teases as she licks her bottom lip.

"Baby, I've not been able to get your name outta my head since I picked y'all up at the fuckin' airport."

She shoots me a sexy grin and continues doing as she was.

Another several miles down the road, I become more vocal, I'm moaning and occasionally throwing my head back against the rest. I can't handle much more.

"Fuck!" I moan.

Grae hasn't given it break for nearly 15 minutes, I quickly look for a secluded alley way; completely disregarding that I am supposed to be taking her to work. She started it, now she can finish it. I whip down a back street and pull behind an old, abandoned building.

"Baby, you don't know what you're in for." I pull her up to my lips after stripping her shirt off.

She wiggled out of her jeans and panties, and began sucking me again. This time I pull her by her hair up to meet my lips, she slides onto my lap, I can feel the heat from her womanhood against my hard cock. Grae lowers herself on my throbbing member, she begins grinding her hips against me. Isn't very often I have raw sex, without protection. She's soaking wet for me; rocking her hips up and down. Grae leans down and kisses my neck.

"Grab a condom out of the glove box, babe."

She reaches into the compartment and pulls out a rubber, removing her body from mine for just a few seconds. I quickly slip the contraceptive on while Grae kisses along my jawline; I pump myself in and out of her twice before she decides to take it all. She let's out a loud moan and begins to ride me.

"Fuck me, baby!" I say loudly as I pull her hips down against mine.

I lay my seat back and watch her take control. Grae rides me hard, loud whimpers escape from her mouth.

"Oh my God!" she tremulously cried.

Her walls tighten around my aching hardness, she's so close to reaching her orgasm. I pull her lips to mine and kiss her hard. She pulls away and continues rocking me; her legs begin to shake.

"Matt, I wanna cum." she whines.

"You need help, baby?"

Grae nods her head approvingly, still riding my hard cock. I grip her hips with my hands, forcing her back and forth vigorously. Grae and I become very loud and my truck rocks. Her breathing begins to hitch, as does mine.

"Oh fuck," I feel my release about to approach, "You're so fuckin' tight, baby," I smack her ass.

Grae closes her eyes and opens her mouth as an orgasm makes it's appearance. She moans loudly as her sweet nectar floods around me.

"Oh, there it is," I bite my bottom lip as I watch her back arch in desire.

"Matt, oh my God!" she unsteadily grinds against my throbbing member.

Grae moves up and down as I explode.

"Holy fuckin' hell, Grae!" I growl.

After dropping Grae off to work, nearly 10 minutes late for her shift, I go back to her house. I pull in the drive, behind the Brian's car. The furniture people must've gotten everything in, because they're no where to be found upon my return. Brian is chilling out on the new couch, his phone in his hands. Everything I had ordered is crowded in the living room and part of the dining area.

"What took you so fuckin' long?" Brian peers over his phone.

"Uhh, well," I scratch the back of my head, "We had to make an extra stop."

"An extra stop?" Brian raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Brian smiles, "Where's breakfast?"

Fuck. We didn't even stop, well we did, but not for breakfast. I could feel a grin spread across my face.

Haner shakes his head, "You forgot all about me, huh?"

Honestly, we forgot all about eating, ourselves.

"Well, we didn't actually get to stop for breakfast either."

Brian purses his lips and narrows his eyes, "So what the fuck took so long then?"

"She wanted to fuck before going in to work. So, I gave the girl what she wanted." I bluntly answer.

Brian throws his head back in laughter, "Damn, I wanna take her to work!"

I shake my head at his response and begin to move a dresser into Grae's bedroom, Gates quickly jumps up to help.

"So you're officially fuckin' this girl, huh?"

"Officially? Dude, this only makes twice." I nonchalantly reply.

"That's more than I have, dipshit!" Brian complains.

"Watch it, mister." I smile and point my finger at him.

"Watch it? But you've only fucked her twice, remember," Brian presses, "You're seriously not gonna share?"

Why should I? Why is he even asking me this? But would it even be sharing if we're not in a relationship? Truthfully, if she wanted, she could have all of my boys and it wouldn't bother me. We share sometimes, especially while touring. Most of the girls don't mind it either. Grae isn't other girls, though. I'm actually quite interested in her, but by no means am I ready for another relationship.

"That's completely up to her." I throw my hands up, not having anything to do with this subject.

I wanted Grae for myself. A few hours later, we got all of the new furniture in their proper places. I hope a smile takes over her face when she walks in to see everything squared away. Of course, she'll more than likely change a few things around, like a typical woman.

Buzz. Buzz.

Grae: Think you could come pick me up? Last appointment will be here in 10, just a small quote on wrist. Be done around 2:45.

Grae: P.S.- Can't get you outta my head ;)

Her cute little message makes me smile. I quickly text her back while Brian is in the bathroom.

Matt: I'll be there. Do I need to fuck you til you forget my name? Hehehe...

I look to my right and see Brian smiling over my shoulder, he looks at me and shakes his head.

"She must be fuckin' you just right, huh?" Gates assumes.

"Shut the fuck up!" I punch his arm, playfully.

Grae: Mmmm... ;) Good luck.

Brian drops his head, "Y'all are whipped."

"Whatever, I'm not ready for a relationship. But she's different."

"Dude, you and Val broke up only 5 months ago! The media will be all over us, all up in our shit, man. She's a sweetheart, probably a good fuck, but you're lucky the flashers aren't going off yet."

"What does Val have to do with anything? Y'all tell me all the time to move on, well, I'm doing just that. I just found a girl that is worth my time, Grae is worth getting to know. And I damn sure can't get pussy that tight from some random bitch." I shrug.

"Just making sure you're not on some kinda rebound thing. Quit bragging."

This makes me mentally laugh. My boys want a shot at her and they can't have her. She's not just your average fan or even like the rest of the bitches. Although, I had no problem with these guys charming her for a night, she liked me for some reason.

"Aye, I'm just sayin'. Felt awfully good up in there." I taunt him.

Brian smiles and shakes his head, "told you to quit bragging."

Around 2:00, Brian and I head to the tattoo shop to pick up Grae in his Challenger. The HellCat screamed as we raced through Huntington. At 2:30, we were whipping in the car into a parking place. We step out and walk in the shop, a man behind the counter greets us.

"Sup guys? What can I help ya with today?"

"We're here to see Grae Justice." I answer.

"She's with a client right now, I'm sure. Let me check." he walks away to the first door on the left.

I can faintly hear their conversation, and I hear Grae giggle, the man exits.

"She said y'all can c'mon in."

Brian and I strut in. There sits Grae with a tattoo gun in her hand, another woman lays back in a chair with her arm out. "I refuse to sink." written in a beautiful script with what is shaping up to be an anchor, was remarkably engraved in this woman's wrist.

"I really like that." I point to it.

"Thanks," Grae and her client respond simultaneously.

She added some blues and purples to the background behind the anchor, indefinitely setting it off.

"You're all done." Grae smiles.

The woman examines her new piece, "I absolutely love it! Oh my goodness, look how beautiful it is." She adores.

"I'm glad you love it!" Grae nearly jumps.

Grae then gives her the proper care techniques, and also a little container of cocoa butter. The woman pays Grae directly and plus a $20 tip.

"Come back if you need anything." Grae smiles.

An hour later, we're back at Grae's house. Brian, Grae and I are hanging out on the couch, ripping the bong and watching a UFC fight. We sit around and yell at the TV, in our stoned stupor. A commercial broadcasts and we boo.

"Oh, hey guys, I'm throwing a party on Friday night. Grae, you should try to make it, if you don't have work." Brian announces.

"That sounds like fun." Grae smiles.

"Oh, so, I don't get invited, just her?"

Brian laughs, "Just her," he heehaws, "You know you'll be there."

I nod my head, "I see how it is."

"Y'all hush, the fight is back on!" Grae shushes us.

I'm glad to see she can get into sports, also. The more I hang out with this girl, the more I take an interest in her.

"Yeah!" Brian and her shouts as the guy wins with a TKO.

I didn't say anything, just watched her cheer on one of the fighters. I take another hit from the bong and exhale a thick cloud of smoke. I notice Brian studying the female beside of him, suddenly I feel jealous. Grae may not know it yet, but she's mine. His eyes go further down and he nibbles on his bottom lip.

Not going to happen, Haner.

Notes

Hi all! I must say, its great to be back. I've been suffering from severe writers block. I've got the next couple chapters written for "When Skies Are Grae". I hope you enjoyed reading.

XoXo,

-sky