by Lara Norman
“Too many clothes, Grant,” she grunted at him while struggling to pull his shirt up.
He moved back, let her go so she could stand, and whipped his t-shirt over his head. Alex moaned at the sight of him pulling it one handed from over his back and tossing it to the corner. She was right; he was covered in ink under the shirt, too. Watching his face, she tugged on the hem of her own shirt and pulled it off. When it landed on his, she began unfastening her jeans in the hopes that he would do the same. She declared victory when his hands went to his button.
Getting naked in a public bathroom was easily the dumbest thing he’d ever done.
“Don’t go losing your nerve on me now, mister.”
“This is stupid.”
She shrugged, shimmying her pants down her hips and pulling them off her feet. “Maybe, but I plan on enjoying it to the fullest.”
Grant swallowed around a suddenly dry throat as she stood in front of him in a sheer bra and panties. She was curvy, not too thin, and full in the hips. He felt his erection grow the longer he looked at her. Trying to match her level of zero shame, Grant lowered the zipper on his unbuttoned jeans and pushed them down.
Saliva pooled in her mouth when his cock sprang free. “I didn’t tell you the other day, but the fact that you go commando is incredibly hot.”
He stepped out of his jeans and moved forward, crushing her between his body and the wall. She felt the cold sting of the tile and intentionally ignored it. He was lowering his head, brushing his lips over hers, and kissing her tenderly. She melted in his arms, going limp and hanging on his biceps like a maiden in a movie. His beard brushed against her face as he tilted her head to get a better angle. She was pleased by how soft it was. One day very soon she hoped to have it in more intimate places.
He cupped her ass and lifted her, and Alex fumbled with her bra to pull it off. She wanted his bare body to rub all over hers, but she was truly hoping he’d find it in him to use his mouth on her nipples. She was aching in all the right places for him to take her, to use her body for both their pleasure. He didn’t disappoint. His beard was more of a turn on than she expected as it scraped over her sensitive skin just before he lifted her high enough to feast on her breasts. He licked and nipped and sucked as she writhed into the wall. Her hands tangled in his hair as she tried to remember not to be too loud. She had no intention of being caught by anyone that might be out in the hall. Which reminded her that time was of the essence.
“God, Grant, fill me. Please.”
He lifted his head to look directly into her eyes. “You’d better hope you’re protected because I was not prepared for this. If you’re not, we’ll have to have a repeat of the other day.”
She squeezed her eyes and her pussy. There was something about his deep voice that sent her a thrill. “I know you have no reason to trust me, but I’m on the pill.”
Thoughts of other dangers went through his mind and he struggled to get past them before he lost his desire to plow into her.
Alex cupped his face between both her hands. “Hey. I promise I’m clean. I don’t do this, either.”
The idea that she wasn’t out there fucking strangers in bathrooms all the time mollified him, at least. He kissed her deeply, shifting her ass cheeks in his hands so he could pull at her tiny thong. She yelped as he broke the string on the side and shoved his dick into her wet pussy.
“You said you wanted to be filled, Alex. Now take it all.”
“Yes.”
Alex didn’t expect wall sex to be so hot. He held her away from the tile and pushed into her with a strength that took her breath away. God, yes, he was strong. He was thicker than she expected, despite having had him in her mouth a few days ago. He worked her up and down on his shaft without mercy, rubbing all over her g-spot and her clit. She’d never been in a position to have them both stimulated at the same time and it was all she could do not to scream. Instead, she buried her face in his neck and held on while he fucked her. She shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head and a shout escaping, only to be trapped between them as her mouth opened on his skin. He grunted, still working her up and down on his cock for a few more strokes until she felt him come hot and thick inside her.
She couldn’t catch her breath. She was gasping like a fish out of water as he held her tightly to him. His legs trembled, and she admired his strength again as he held her not inconsiderable weight off the floor. “Grant.”
“Alex.”
She laughed. “Jesus Christ, Grant.”
He grinned at her as he set her gently on her feet. “Yep.”
“It was better than I expected.”
“Well, then, you’re most welcome.”
He felt shy as he went to the sink to clean up before pulling on his clothes. She stood there, a little embarrassed. “Um, I’m gonna . . .”
As she gestured to the toilet, he turned around and faced the door. Funny how being naked and fucking wasn’t a problem, but peeing in front of each other was humiliating somehow. He shook his head and focused on his clothes. He had to sneak out still and hoped no one was waiting in the hall. Not to mention, his friends were surely there by that time.
He waited until she was beside him putting her own clothes on before he turned to look at her. She slipped her shirt on and he touched her chin, lifting it enough to give her a soft kiss. She smiled up at him and he figured he really was good and screwed. He was sure to mess this up.
“I’ll go first since it’s the women’s room and let you know if the hallway is clear.”
Grant nodded. Alex opened the door and peeked out. “All clear.”
He stepped out behind her, pausing as she walked off toward the bar. He wasn’t going to saunter out immediately, so he ducked into the men’s room. He used the urinal and washed his hands, hoping to fuck that Josh and Brent were unobservant. He walked out into the bar area as if he owned the place, looking around and finding that his friends were seated near the pool tables at a different table than he’d originally snagged. When he took a good perusal of the entire room, he couldn’t find Alex anywhere. Probably just as well. He’d end up staring at her all night and everyone would know something was up.
“Hey, guys.” Grant slid into the booth next to Brent. “How ya doin’, man?”
Brent stared at him. “Where have you been?”
“What do you mean?” The waitress came over and Grant asked for a beer.
“We’ve been waiting for you. We thought you said seven.”
Grant nodded. “Yeah, sorry, I guess I was running late.”
Josh gave him a weird look. “That chick that keeps showing up at the shop was here, but she left.”
“Good thing.” Grant grabbed a bunch of peanuts from the bowl on the table. “She seems to be a handful.”
Josh laughed at that, and Grant relaxed. His beer arrived, and the waitress asked if they were ordering food. They each got something and sat back again.
“You interested in being my guinea pig?” Brent asked.
“Always.”
Brent nodded. “I got some new equipment this week. I’ve run out of room on myself for practice.” He grinned at the other two.
“Count me in. When do you want me to come by?” Grant asked.
“Just whenever.”
“Cool.” Grant thought about it. “Sunday?”
“Yeah, just don’t forget I’m sleeping until at least ten. Don’t wake my ass up.”
“I’ll do my best to be there bright and early, then.”
“Fucker.” Brent laughed.
“You up for a game of pool while we wait on the food?” Josh asked.
Grant sighed in relief. His friends really just thought he’d run a little late. They got up and waited their turn for a table. He could relax and have fun for the rest of the night, something he hadn’t done in a long time. He was due for some fun. Wasn’t he?
Chapter 4
The month of June was crazy for Grant. Reagan bringing home her older boyfriend
could certainly have gone better. Added to that was the fact that Grant never expected to find a woman that turned him on and turned him upside down simultaneously. He spent the month confused about his own feelings, a state he was not very happy about. However, he was happy when Reagan said she was coming down over the long weekend in July—without Hudson. Instead, she was bringing Davis for a visit. The only reason Grant wasn’t offended by Davis was that he was totally and completely in love with Luna, and everyone knew it. Luna swore she would never date him, but Reagan was positive that all it would take was time and a nudge in the right direction.
“Soon, I think. Don’t you think so, Davis?”
He grinned at her, an optimistic look on his face. “I hold out hope, as always.”
Grant thought the kid was too skinny to be attractive, but he wasn’t in the market for twenty-one-year-old dudes, so what did he know. “She sounded pretty sure about her feelings, Ray. I don’t think time or distance or whatever is going to change that.”
Reagan shot him a look. “I disagree, but that’s beside the point.”
Grant took the hint and stuck his hand out to the boy. “It’s nice to meet you, Davis.”
Davis wasn’t sure what to make of the siblings, but he was glad to be invited for a visit, regardless. He was tired of their boring college town when Luna wasn’t in it. He had to sleep on the couch, but he figured it was a small price to pay to be with the nonjudgmental crowd.
“What are you majoring in?” Grant asked as they sat down.
Davis looked sheepish. “Art Appreciation.”
Grant’s eyebrow went up. “What kind of job will you get with that degree?”
“Oh, nothing. I’m going to be a paid intern at my family’s company. They insisted I graduate from college first just so I had a piece of paper to hang on their wall. They never specified what I was to study, hence Art Appreciation.”
“Because there’s no way to make a career out of that,” Reagan interjected.
“I could open a gallery or I could be a private art broker. I could be an agent for artists.”
“That actually makes sense,” Grant said.
Davis sighed. “Except that I’m expected to work for the Healy Company. Not working for them would see me cut off from my allowance and inheritance. Which would suck.”
“You . . . have an allowance?” It was something Grant couldn’t wrap his brain around, really. Once again, he wondered why Reagan wasn’t the one with this guy. He was closer to her age, he was insanely wealthy, he would see her taken care of for life . . .
“Yeah, and I spread the wealth, so it would affect more than just me if I was cut off.” Davis sat back and propped a foot on the opposite knee. “I figure the least I can do is share what I have since I know I’m spoiled.”
“Sounds good.” Grant looked over at his sister. “So how is Luna?”
“She’s good. Planting corn or weaving or some such hippie shit.” Reagan laughed. “She gets tons of outdoor time over the summer.”
“I wonder what she’ll do when she graduates and has a job to stick with.”
“Well, her summers will still be free, so I imagine she’ll go home,” Reagan told Grant.
“Oh, that’s right, she’s going to be a teacher.”
“And I’ll be stuck pushing papers and working through the summers,” Davis complained.
“Cry me a river, sweets,” Reagan said sarcastically.
“Yeah, yeah.”
The three of them made up the couch for Davis to sleep on. He was surprisingly non-bitchy in Grant’s opinion, for someone who admitted to being spoiled by the finer things in life. He pitched in with the chores and never complained. He paid when they went out to eat and wouldn’t dream of them turning him down. When they all went in Reagan’s car to watch fireworks, Davis carried the bag of crap Reagan felt the need to bring. Grant was impressed and continued to lament the idea that this guy wouldn’t be his brother-in-law. Grant was sad to say goodbye at the end of the long weekend.
He worked like crazy for the rest of July. He didn’t see Alex, and he figured that was for the best. He was focused on the job and on his friends. He made more of an effort to spend time with them, and not just the time Brent spent giving them free tattoos. Grant wasn’t pinching pennies quite as tightly as he used to which meant more money for going out. He was determined to lose the old man moniker if it was the last thing he did. The guys ribbed him for suddenly being interested in having a life, but he took it good-naturedly.
It was near the end of July when he saw her again. She came in early one morning wearing a miniskirt and a tank top that showed most of her assets. Alex looked around and realized she was not the only customer. Her face fell as she realized she’d calculated incorrectly.
It wasn’t in her nature, tracking a man down and having sex with him in public. While the bar had been a coincidence, she couldn’t deny she’d been hounding him at work. There was something undeniable about him that she craved when she was alone. She had no choice but to go back, to seek him out and see if he felt the same way. She wanted to do things with him that weren’t in her plans. Things that she’d never done, or thought of doing. It was the way he looked, the way he carried himself, the way he didn’t fall for her shit. Alex couldn’t help running and hiding after their escapade in the bar bathroom because she felt ashamed. The problem was, it didn’t matter how hard she tried to stay away from him; she couldn’t keep him out of her mind for more than a few seconds at a time.
While she told herself to go to the shop and simply ask for his number, instead, she found herself getting fancied up and trying to trap him alone once more. She was positive that if she tried to make it sound like she wanted something else from him, he’d balk and run for the hills. She could be wrong since she hardly knew him, but he’d said he didn’t want anything real with her. She stayed at home most nights, fantasizing about how he’d made her feel. Her battery operated boyfriend wasn’t good enough anymore, not since she’d had Grant inside her. She could still feel the way he pushed inside her, thick and so incredibly hard. It made her shiver just thinking about it.
It wasn’t as though Alex didn’t have a life. She had friends and hobbies. It was just that she was bored during the summer and what started as a lark turned into something so much more, and pretty much against her will. She couldn’t stop herself now if she tried. So she was disappointed to find that he didn’t open alone every week when she went back to find him. There were so many people and cars that she almost turned around and left, but she was pretty sure she’d been spotted. Thinking quickly, she scanned the available services on the board before she was approached.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah, um, Floyd,” she read from his nametag. “I’d like a transmission flush.”
“Ma’am, do you realize your car probably isn’t old enough to require that service?”
“Oh. No, I didn’t realize that.” Alex chewed on her bottom lip as she contemplated the likelihood that she came across as psycho. “Will you do it anyway?”
He stared at her for a few seconds before scratching his protruding belly and thinking things over. Finally, he thrust the clipboard at her and walked down the steps into the pit.
“Hughes.”
“Yeah,” Grant answered from his spot under one of the cars.
“Your crazy bitch is back. Wants a transmission flush.”
“Her car can’t be old enough for that.”
“No, I don’t reckon it is,” Floyd answered. “But money is money.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Grant replied. He wiped his hands on a rag and watched Floyd retreat.
“And crazy is crazy,” Floyd muttered as he headed back up top.
Grant figured Alex was back and looking for one-on-one time. He could admit that he wished he was alone, but it was very rare for that to happen. They had enough work on a daily basis that at least two people were scheduled at all times unless there was an emergency. He
considered the idea of actually asking for her number and not doing this weird dance they were stuck in, but he just as quickly dismissed it. He was adamant that he wasn’t looking to make this into a relationship. He wanted out of the box he’d built around himself.
He climbed the stairs to the ground level and found Alex in the waiting area. He walked over to her and stood in front of her while she tilted her head back to look up at him.
“Alexandra.” He nearly salivated at the tiny amount of clothing she had on.
“Grant.” While she enjoyed being eye level with his crotch, it seemed inappropriate. She stood in order to be face to face.