Before we get split up into Gray's and Peyton's cars, we all agree to meet up at Gray's penthouse to hang out for the night. Then I practically run to Gray's car, looking like a newborn deer in my platform heels.

In the car, I can barely sit still in my seat. Under Grayson's hand, my leg bobs up and down anxiously. Even though Gray's driving at least ten over the speed limit, I feel like we're moving at a snail's pace, and I wring my hands together. Gray takes notice, taking his eyes off me every few seconds to glance at me.

"Babe, calm down," Gray says, rubbing my leg, practically encouraging me to take a few deep breaths. "Why are you so worried about this?"

I breathe deeply, trying hold onto Gray's logic. "I just...want to do this for her. I feel like I've been  shitty friend lately."

Gray laughs, turning onto the street that his building is on. "And you think you're doing her a favor by introducing her to my best friend who happens to be an asshole?"

"Yes, I do think introducing Violet to your hot, dirty-minded best friend is a great idea. He's totally her type," I retort, watching as his tall building comes into view.

He turns to me, an offended look on his face. "You think Tommy's hot?"

I look at him and grin. "Are you...jealous?"

He scoffs as he pulls into a parking spot. "Jealous? I'm not...what would make you think-"

I unbuckle myself and press a reassuring kiss to his lips. "Don't worry, babe. You're definitely hotter."

"I better be," Gray replies, grabbing my butt playfully. I yelp in surprise and laugh, kissing him again. I'm tempted to slide into his lap and savor these few minutes alone, when Peyton's car pulls up right next to Gray's. Gray tries to keep my lips on his but I pull away, flashing him a teasing look as I get out of the car. We'll finish this later, my eyes assure him.

"Is this a 1970 Bronco, Peyton?" Gray asks as he get out of the car, clearly appreciating the beauty of her light blue car. Peyton flips her hair. "Spot on. It's been my dream car since I was a kid," she says, taking a moment to run her hand over the hood of her car.

"God, she's a beauty. I've never seen one this nice in person," he continues, still admiring the car.

I roll my eyes kiddingly. "If only you described me in the same way, Gray. Why don't you just date Peyton's car?"

In response, Gray pulls me into his side and kisses my neck playfully, as if proving to me that he likes me more than the car. It's all the convincing I need, and I nuzzle my face into his shoulder.

Petyon groans. "Cut it out, holy shit. Can we at least get to the elevator before someone gets pregnant?"

"So you're saying that you'd be okay with Gray impreganting me, as long as we're in the elevator?" I ask. "We'll keep that in mind."

Peyton pretends to throw up as we enter the elevator, and Gray laughs into my neck. Sadie is red in the face just listening to our conversation, and I'm convinced that she is the most pure human on planet earth.

"I almost forgot to tell you," Gray whispers into my ear. "I have a surprise for you up in the penthouse."

I look up at him. "What kind of sur--"

"You'll see." I can see him holding back a smile, and I decide not to press the topic. To confuse me even more, Gray shares a knowing look with Sadie. Although I'm bewildered, a twinge of excitement bubbles in my stomach.

When the elevator doors open, we find the whole house in absolute disarray. There are several pillow forts sprawled along the floor and Gracie's toys are flung onto every available surface. A very flustered Tommy runs into the living room when he hears us come in, and I burst out laughing. He's wearing a pink tutu, a rainbow-colored hair clip-in, and a rhinestone-studded plastic tiara. He smiles at us and I realize he's wearing lipstick.

"Finally embraced your femininity, Tommy boy?" Gray asks, holding back his own laughs. Peyton and Sadie are just silent, stunned by the scene they've just walked into.

Tommy looks down at his attire and is smile widens. "You like it? Gracie dressed me herself. Even helped me choose my shade." He purses his lips, showing off his blue lipstick. "Think it compliments my tan?"

"You look beautiful," I tell Tommy, giving him a friendly hug. "I'm actually glad you prettied yourself up tonight. I want you to meet my friends."

After introducing him to Sadie and Peyton, Tommy cuts to the chase, noticing their linked hands. "So you guys are...uh...?"

"Yup, five weeks," Peyton replies. Sadie smiles up at Peyton, like Sadie always does.

"Cool." Then Tommy moves on, setting his sights on trying to press a blue kiss to Gray's cheek. "Come on, Gray, just let it happen."

Gray laughs, pushing Tommy away. "Bro, where is Gracie? You know, the child you're supposed to be watching after?"

Right after he asks, we hear a muffled giggle from the direction of the pillowforts, sounding oddly like an 8-year-old girl. The same adorable voice yells, "Can I give River her present now?"

I turn to Gray, the question on my face, when I hear a small bark coming from the same direction as Gracie's voice. Suddenly, a familiar dog bursts out from the pillow fort, toppling the whole structure, and runs toward me. Gracie comes out not far behind him, running into Gray's arms.

I gasp. "Chewie! What are you doing here?"

I drop to the floor and allow Chewie to jump all over me, licking and barking like there's no tomorrow. Shock overcomes me but I hardly feel it, feeling waves of happiness and love overcome all my other emotions. Chewie's tongue swipes right over my mouth and I laugh.

"Okay, while River is making out with her new dog, I'm gonna go change," Tommy says, backing toward the direction of Gray's bedroom, where I assume he left his clothes.

I process his comment a few seconds later, turning to Grayson even more surprised. "My new dog? Grayson, you didn't."

He smiles, "Of course I did."

Gracie laughs, resting her head on Gray's shoulder in the cutest way possible. "Gray says the dog can stay here. How cool is that?!"

I hear Sadie whisper to Peyton, "She is the cutest freaking kid I've ever seen in my life."

Overcome with joy, I stand up and wrap Gray and Gracie in a huge hug, thanking them over and over again. Gray insists it's no big deal letting Chewie stay in their penthouse, trying to stay humble, but I know how grand of a gesture this is. I kiss both their cheeks, careful to keep my thank you PG in front of Gracie.

When Gracie hops out of Gray's arms to pester Peyton about soccer, I sneak Gray a small kiss on the lips. "The rest of my thank you will come later ," I whisper in his hear, lightly biting his earlobe. His shoulders tense under my hands, and I smile.

Peyton coughs--again--and heads toward the couch. "So you got Netflix on this huge TV? Or are you a Hulu type of guy? Actually, considering you live in this big ass penthouse, I bet you have both," she asks, picking up the remote.

Gray and I head over to help Peyton set up something on the TV while Sadie starts to help clean up the living room. Eventually, we all realize this and start helping her out, working as a team to get Tommy and Gracie's mess cleaned up faster.

The living room is almost completely cleaned when the elevator opens for our last party guest. All four of us turn to see Violet standing in the elevator. She's wearing a messy bun, barely any makeup, and a t-shirt so large it looks like she's not wearing any pants. For this occasion, I really hope she is.

"Violet! You made it," I exclaim, running to hug her. She returns the hug and slaps my ass.

She sighs, looking around the penthouse. "I could smell all the horniness from a mile away. It wasn't that hard to find this place." Her eyes widen as she takes in the gradeur of the penthouse. "Shit, Grayson, how many dicks you suck to get your hands on this place?"

Gray relaxes into the couch, draping his arms across the back. "Two a day for three months. I'd say it was worth it."

Violet lets out a small laugh and flops down on the couch next to Sadie and Peyton, who are already cuddling under one of Gracie's blankets. I take a spot next to Grayson and snuggle up next to him, throwing my legs over his.

Violet is obviously disgusted. "Everyone is getting laid but me," she complains, tugging on the hem of her t-shirt. I don't mention how Gracie is playing with Chewie happily at the edge of the couch and also not getting laid (hopefully).

Violet continues, "God, the least you could do is invite me for a threesome. Or an orgy, anything. I'm desperate."

"I'm down for an orgy," a voice says from behind us. We all turn and see a tutu-free Tommy leaning against a doorway with a smirk on his face, staring right at Violet. "As long as you participate."

Holy shit, this is definitely going to work. I jab Gray in the ribs, relaying my excitement.

Gracie asks innocently, "What's an orgy?" And Gray tells her it is when two people eat a ton of mozzarella sticks together. As a result, Gracie says she wants to have an orgy and Gray gives up, telling Gracie to go show Chewie her room.

Violet stares at Tommy for a split second, taking in the intricate tattoos snaking up his arm, his inky black hair brushed back from his eyes, and his generally tall, attractive frame. Her mouth is slightly agape with surprise so I reach over and l reach over and close it for her.

In my ear, Gray whispers, "Place your bet: how long 'til they fuck?" And I slap his arm.

Violet pulls herself together and leans back, keeping her eyes on Tommy. "Is the blue lipstick a fashion statement or?..." She points to her lips.

Tommy rubs his own mouth and checks his hand to confirm that he, indeed, forgot to wipe it off. He plays it off cool, walking up and sitting right next to Violet. She keeps her comfortable distance. Tommy says, "Not a fashion statement. I actually just got back from going down on Smurf and Smurfette."

Violet rolls her eyes. "I already made a joke about blowjobs. You're not original."

He holds a hand to his chest and pretends to wince in pain. "You're not making this easy on me, sweetheart. I'd be discouraged if I wasn't so turned on."

Another roll of her eyes. Violet ignores Tommy, turning to Sadie, whom she is officially meeting for the first time. "Sadie, huh. What's that short for? Sadanthamum?"

Peyton flops her head back in despair while Sadie giggles to herself. Tommy lets out a loud laugh, scooting closer to Violet. Gray and I watch, thoroughly entertained by the scene unfolding in front of us. Peyton says, "Vi, I'll choke you if you don't stop talking right now."

"You say that as if it's a threat," Violet replies, smirking satisfactorily. Her almond-shaped eyes hold that usual lively twinkle, and Tommy looks like he's already in love with her. By now, they're sitting so close that their legs are touching. It's only a matter of time.

Violet keeps talking, to no one's surprise. "So how'd you snag such a babe, Pey? She's way out of your league."

"Vi, I swear that I'll yank out your stomach and shove it so far up your ass tha--"

"Choke me, shove things up my ass. I'll probably enjoy it." Violet smiles at Peyton, who is about ready to fight her.

"Marry me," Tommy blurts.

"Okay!" I say loudly. "You guys all get to know each other. I'm going to go change into something more comfortable."

"I bet you're going to get real comfortable in that bedroom," Sadie says, earning a surprised look from almost everyone. Then they all laugh, and my face turns right red before I turn to follow Gray to his bedroom.

"That's going well," Gray says after he closes his door. I look around his dark bedroom for the first time, taking in the low king-sized bed and trying not think of what might happen on that same bed later tonight. I have to remind myself that our friends are right outside, waiting. But suddenly, I'm feeling very restrained by my skintight dress.

Immediately, Gray starts unbuttoning his white dress shirt in front of me, exposing more of his taut chest muscles with each undone button. His nimble fingers work fast and it isn't long before he's pulling the whole thing off, giving me a full view of his body that I can't seem to get enough of. He catches me watching but doesn't make any move to turn around.

Then he starts unbuttoning his pants and I have to say something. I sit on the edge of his bed and make a show of covering my eyes. "Woah, what did you think I wanted to do back here?"

"You're changing into something more comfortable. I am too."

I hear the tossing of fabric aside and know that his pants are definitely off. I can't help myself--I uncover my eyes. It takes all my self control to not let my eyes travel to what lies below his hips, although my peripheral vision tells me it's something that demands attention. His eyes are ablaze and traveling up and down my body.

Getting up off the bed, I walk up to Gray, keeping my eyes glued to his. His dark eyes are filled heavy with desire, waiting for me to make my next move. When I reach him, I don't touch him, knowing how much of an effect I'm having on him. I just turn around, moving my hair to the side.

"Get my zipper?" I ask innocently.

My breath catches when his fingers graze the skin right above my zipper. Slowly--much slower than necessary--he unzips my dress, resting his hand on the small of my back where the zipper ends. He raises his hands slowly, resting them on the thin straps holding the dress up, as if asking for permission.

I turn my head slightly back toward him, waiting, giving him all the permission he needs.

My dress falls to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my bra and underwear. I don't try to cover myself knowing that Gray is seeing the matching set that I picked out especially for this occasion. I hear Gray's breathing deepen behind me.

His hands are on my waist--my bare waist--and his touch feels like a flame crawling up my skin. My neck falls to the side, allowing for him to kiss the area where my neck meets my shoulder. I press my back flush against his skin, already feeling the hardness of his desire for me. Gray moves his hands across my fiery skin, venturing forward to explore the smooth skin of my stomach. Soft lips continue to press sensual kisses to my neck, and I close my eyes.

Growing more frantic with need, Gray moves one hand up toward my breasts, covered only by the thin fabric of my bra. I'm wishing that the fabric weren't there. Gray's other hand ventures downward until his fingertips just barely graze the lace trim of my underwear. Both hands stop moving just above the areas that would drive me crazy.

He bites my ear playfully, sending a pleasurable shock of pain through me. "We've been in here for quite a while. We wouldn't want them to get suspicious, now would we?"

I bite my lip, battling every part of me that is screaming for his hands to stay on me. But I hear their laughs right outside the door, and I know he's right.

I turn to him. "You're a tease, you know that?"

He leans down to kiss me slowly, telling me that he wants this just as much as I do. I glady fall into the kiss, letting out some of my sexual frustration through the intimate motion of our mouths. When he breaks away, there's a playfully sexy glint in his eyes.

"I only stopped because I knew we'd continue this later, when we're completely alone," he growls in my ear, making my blood run hot again.

With that, he lets go of me, turning to his closet. While he just slides on a pair of basketball shorts, he hands me a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts. When I take the clothes, he keeps his eyes on me. With a coy grin, I make a twirling motion with my finger, indicating for him to turn around.

Reluctantly, he does. I strip off my bra and underwear, feeling a new rush of heat knowing that I'm naked in the same room as Gray, and that he could turn around at any second and catch me in this state. Thinking of such things makes it even harder not to jump Gray's bones. I slide on the clothes he gave me, appreciating the clean coolness of the material, as well as the way the fabric smells exactly like him.

"You can turn around now," I say. He does, immediately catching sight of my bra and underwear on the ground. He walks toward me and pulls me against him again, and I don't object. With him being shirtless, there's only the thin fabric of Gray's t-shirt to separate our skin.

"I don't know what I like more: you wearing my clothes or the fact that you're completely naked under my clothes," he says, also enjoying the feeling of our bodies so close.

Before I can respond, Violet yells from the living room: "Can you wrap up the baby making? We want to watch a movie out here!"

We both roll our eyes, returning to the group to watch Finding Nemo, one of Gracie's favorites. But through the movie, board games, and endless conversations, I can tell that neither Gray nor I can quite focus on anything but what's in store for later.

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