Grant’s body arches as I take him in and out of my mouth, sucking with wild abandon.
“Jesus fuck, you’re so damned good with your mouth.” He hisses and pumps his hips, losing his inhibitions along with his reason.
I love every second of it. My chest tightens as heat builds between my thighs, throbbing and ready for him to take charge, but I’m determined to take him to the very end of his release.
I double up my efforts, cupping his balls and squeezing gently as I bob back and forth, fluttering my tongue along the sensitive underside, dipping my tongue into the little slit before repeating the process. When I get him as deep as I can go, I wrap my other hand around the base and jack him along with my movement.
“Lamb…oh, God. Fuck, Luna, I’m gonna blow.” He humps my face, lost to his passion. My own desire swirls and fires through me as I suck and jack him, humming around his cock until he lets my hair go, grabs the counter behind him, thrusts his hips, and cries out. “Yes!”
Shots of his essence coat my tongue over and over, and I swallow it all, working him down the same way he works me down when his head is between my thighs.
Eventually, he puts one of his hands on my head and runs his fingers through my hair. He cups my cheek as I give him one last goodbye suck to the sensitive tip. He trembles, and I smile sexily, letting his penis go. I lick my lips, making sure I’ve got all of him off me, and am shocked to see his manhood jerk, hardening once again.
My eyes must show my surprise as he bends over, lifts me up, and sets me on the counter. “You just gave me the best fucking head of my entire life.” His eyes are swirling with surprise and intrigue.
I shrug and wipe at my lip with my thumb, even though there’s nothing there. He grabs my thumb and sucks the digit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before letting me go.
“You didn’t do that the other night.”
“If I remember correctly, I barely got my mouth on you before you hauled me up and took me again. Besides, a girl’s gotta have some surprises in her pocket to keep her man happy.”
He curls one of his hands around my face and runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Everything you do makes me happy.”
I smile wide. “You’re just saying that because you got a blow job.”
He chuckles and dips forward to kiss me but instead speaks against my lips. “You think so?”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and neck. “I hope so.” I wink.
He shakes his head. “You have two choices to make right now.”
“Again with the choices. What is it with you and options?” I rub my forehead against his.
This time, he shrugs. “I don’t know. Just work with me.”
“I thought I just worked you.” I smirk.
He closes his eyes. “Lamb, you are going to bring me to my knees.”
“Yes, please,” I admit, immediately imagining him returning the favor by going down on me in the kitchen.
Grant laughs, and his laughter feels good against my face.
“You can either let me return the favor, right here, right now, or you can allow me to fill your glass with wine. You can share a glass with me, and we can take a bath together in my large tub, where I will make you feel very good and clean…and then I’ll return the favor in my bed.”
I pucker my lips and tilt my head. “How big of a tub are we talking about?”
Chapter Thirteen
The crown chakra shares great knowledge, deep understanding, inner wisdom, and embodies liberation of the spirit and mind.
GRANT
“Huge,” I answer, because the tub is ridiculous in size. It could fit two three-hundred-pound humans with room to spare.
“I don’t have a bathtub,” she murmurs, her lips close to mine, one of her hands tracing my face.
When I kiss her lips, she sighs. I love that about her. The way she loses herself the second my lips touch hers.
“I know.”
She pouts. “You don’t play fair.”
“How do you figure?” I frown at the mere hint of her dissatisfaction.
“I was looking forward to you going down on me in the kitchen.” Her pout turns into a beatific smile so wide I can see all of her teeth in their stunning white glory.
Pure fuckin’ honesty. No bullshit. No lies. Just truth. All the time.
I love her.
The three words hit me so hard in the chest I have to grip my hands into fists and bite my tongue to not react by telling her right away. Love is such a foreign concept for me and not something I remember feeling in thirty years. Exactly thirty years. The last time being the day my mother left.
I back away from her body, and her arms fall to her sides. Without looking at her, I pull my pants up, leaving the button undone and the belt open. I run my hand through my hair and then over my chin, trying to think, to figure out what I’m supposed to do with this onslaught of feelings and emotions I don’t fucking understand.
“Grant…” Her voice is thin, somewhat frightened.
Fuck, I didn’t mean to scare her by moving away so quickly.
Knowing if she pushes me, I’m going to cave and say something I shouldn’t before I’ve had the chance to think it over, I move back to her body, hold her beautiful face in my hands, and cover her mouth with my own so I can’t speak. I can’t say the words or tell her about the emotions bubbling up from my soul.
She wraps her arms around mine once again, and her focus is lost to passion. No longer is she worried about my sudden response. Easing her back down on the counter, I pull down her leggings and go to town on her sweet cunt. She tastes like heaven and smells like apples and spice. Nothing will ever be so sweet in my life…until the day she returns those three little words to me.
Only right now, it’s too soon, so I’ll gorge on her body and fill my heart and soul with more of her in the hopes that someday soon, she’ll experience the same epiphany I have.
* * *
A full week of nothing but joy slips by as I spend my days working to handle the plans for the street Lotus House is on and my nights wooing a fairy princess.
I may sound like a fucking idiot, but my time with Luna has been magical. She’s everything I could ever want in a woman. Honest, beautiful, energetic, humorous, sweet, and a tigress in the sack. She has zero qualms about telling me exactly what she wants in bed or going after it herself. The best part of sleeping with her is waking up next to her warm, fruity-smelling body.
Before sleeping beside Luna, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a good night’s sleep, and now I’ve had a week of it. Not only am I feeling at the top of my game at work, but my body and mind feel better. Then again, I’ve avoided my father and his cronies all week, which I’m sure has helped.
I park at the curb across from Lotus House and hop out of the car with a change of clothes and a garment bag, which includes a suit for tomorrow. It’s easier for me to stay with Luna during the week since she doesn’t have a vehicle and works where she lives. Even though that adds a twenty to thirty-minute commute to work for me, it’s really a straight shot, and I enjoy the time to think about the day ahead before stepping out my door and being in my office. Besides, I genuinely enjoy being surrounded by Luna’s things. She’s eccentric, to say the least, but everything she owns and has in her space is comfortable. To sit on, look at, lean against. There are no hard edges. And her bed…by God. Her bed is definitely magical. I fall asleep instantly and don’t wake with pains and aches in my neck and back.
Jogging across the street, I make my way into Lotus House.
I smell her melon scent the second I walk in. She’s at the desk, her head tipped back with laughter. A man waves his hands in the air, telling her something funny.
She notices me and smiles wide. “Hey, big man. I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”
“Do you now?” I pass the man without so much as a glance, my eyes on nothing but her. She has her red hair piled on top of her head, curls escaping i
n every direction, looking unbelievably adorable and utterly fuckable. A green tank offsets her white skin, making her glow under the track lighting.
I curve an arm around her waist and dip my head right to her neck, inhaling her lush scent where it’s the most intense, breathing her in and letting go of my day. I place a series of kisses there as she laughs and pushes at my chest. I pull away and smile, looking down at her happy face. “You look beautiful.”
She stands on her toes and kisses me, the man before her lost to her desire to touch me. The primitive male in me rejoices that she so easily forgets everything else around her when I enter a room. It’s the exact same for me.
Finally, she pulls back with a hum, pats my chest, and glances over her shoulder, turning her body toward her friend.
“Nick Salerno, this is my boyfriend, Grant Winters. Nick is teaching the class we’re taking today.”
I turn to the man and take him in. All of him. And there’s a lot. The narrowed eyes, the furrowed brow, the tight jaw that should have been shaved days ago but probably makes the ladies swoon. His eyes are sea-green and shooting daggers my way. He crosses his arms over his chest, not seeming friendly in the slightest, more like an enforcer straight out of the Italian mafia.
“So you’re the suit who’s dating my girl Luna.” His tone is threatening, and I don’t much care for it.
“Nicky…” Luna starts, but I hold my hand up and ease in front of her, taking a protective stance.
“First and foremost, Luna is my girl. Second, I don’t care for your tone.”
“I don’t care for your face,” he fires back instantly with a scowl. “Smug.” He looks me up and down in a second flat. “What makes you think you’re good enough for my friend Luna here?”
At least he had the decency to correct himself on the friend part.
“I’m not good enough for her,” I state matter-of-factly. “I suspect no man will ever be. I can only strive to be worthy of her affection.” I say the words, meaning every single letter. I’m not, nor will I ever be good enough for her, but I don’t care. She’s mine anyway, and I’m going to do everything in my power to keep it that way. If it pisses off her friends, so be it. No man or woman is going to get in the way of what we’re building together.
Nick’s scowl turns into a sideways grin. “Good answer, bro.” The man holds out a muscled arm, offering me his hand. “Nick Salerno. I’m the regular big brother around here. No one messes with the ladies of Lotus House under my watch. Capiche?”
I blink numbly at the change of demeanor and his now friendly gesture.
Luna nudges my shoulder. “He’s trying to shake your hand, Grant. It would be wise to do so.”
I shoot out my arm and take hold of his hand. He squeezes mine much harder than is necessary, but I don’t back down, returning the force.
“I understand you’re Honor Carmichael-Gannon’s husband?” I state, attempting to make conversation and find a level ground with the man.
Wrong fucking thing to say.
Nick snarls. “Salerno.” He grinds through his teeth. “Honor Salerno. What do you know about my wife?” His tone is back to being threatening. Jesus Christ, this man goes hot and cold more than a heating and cooling unit.
“Not much, man. Although she came to visit me a little over a week ago.”
“The fuck you say?” He growls. Fucking growls.
“Your wife, Honor, used to circulate in the same circles as my family. She came to visit me to see what she could do to assist in saving Lotus House and the businesses along this street.”
Nick leans on the reception counter, his bulky frame and dark features taking on a rather menacing air. “You’re the douchebag who’s going to rip apart the street?” Then Nick points accusingly at Luna. “And you’re with this joker?”
Luna rushes to interrupt. “Nick, you don’t understand, and it’s not any of your business.”
“The fuck it is. This is your home. A home away from home for a lot of us. Sunflower is where you lay your head and where Dara makes the world a little bit better through her sweetness. The bookstore, the café? Man, what the hell are you thinking?”
As Nick’s voice rises, the door behind him opens, and a blond male and a girl-next-door-type brunette enter hand in hand.
“What’s going on here?” the blond male says, the woman tight to his side.
Nick snarls but doesn’t so much as turn around. He must know the man behind him, because he speaks his disdain freely. “Dash, this is the guy who’s planning to destroy Lotus House and the street. And guess who he’s conveniently dating…all of a sudden?” Nick’s voice drips with suspicious accusation.
I shake my head. “Look, there is nothing nefarious going on here. Luna and I are together. A couple. There’s nothing you or your friends can do about it. I am, however, working on a plan for the street. I can make no promises, nor have I promised anything to Luna.”
“Is this true, Luna?” The blond man, whom I assume is Dash, clocks Luna with his gaze. The brunette sidles up to his side, a shiny wedding band on her finger. Probably his wife.
Luna hooks her arm around my waist. “Yeah, it is. We’re together, and Grant is doing what he can to help us. He isn’t single-handedly ruining everything. He’s trying to make things better for us and continue the work his company, board of directors, and investors already planned out for the property. The entire street is owned by the Winters Group.”
She takes a full breath and continues. “We rent. The downside to renting a building is that you could be asked to move at any time. For the last twenty or so years, we’ve been lucky. Very lucky to have affordable rent and allowed to keep our street the way it is. That could change…but we don’t know the outcome.” Her voice rises and falls with her irritation. “What I would suggest you do is not be so judgmental, Nick, in your instant dislike of someone who is also in a difficult position.”
Nick’s shoulders fall before my eyes, and Dash slaps him on the shoulder a few times. “You protectin’ the women again, brother?”
Nick huffs. “It’s what I do.”
The brunette looks me up and down. “He doesn’t look that threatening to me. And the way he’s holding on to our Luna shows he’s definitely into her. Plus”—her green cat-like eyes meet mine—“he’s very attractive.”
Dash gives me the once-over. “Yeah, Luna baby, it looks like you caught yourself a live one.” Dash holds out his hand. “Dash Alexander. I teach Tantric Yoga here. This is my wife, Amber.”
Her cheeks pinken as she waves, glancing between Luna and me with a big smile on her face. “We’ll have to do dinner,” she offers rather shyly.
“What my wife means is, I’ll have to cook dinner or we’ll meet you out. Dr. Alexander thinks she has this open schedule, when in reality, I rarely see her.” He chuckles and hooks his arm around her, kissing her temple.
Amber smacks his chest. “Hey, I try, but the kids need me at the hospital.”
“Little bird, how am I ever going to plant my kid into you if you’re never home?”
Luna’s arm locks around my waist. “Are you guys trying to get pregnant?” Her voice is filled with excitement.
Amber nods, and Dash smiles.
“Finally! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! It’s only been forever since you two hooked up!” Nick claps, once more turning into a friendly guy by hugging Dash and patting him roughly on the back and then pulling Amber into his arms, lifting her off her feet. “I’m trying to get Honor to agree to another baby too. She’s leery about taking time away from the twins. Besides me, they’re her entire world and she dotes on her boys.” His chest lifts with pride.
“Let me down, Nicky,” Amber scolds, but Dash just looks on with amusement at the mafia guy man-handling his wife. They do seem to be a close-knit group. “And you shouldn’t be spreading that info around the family, Dash. You’ll get their hopes up, and we just started.”
“Like I said, if you’d work a tad less, I’d have you pregnant
in no time.” He smirks.
She sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “Lord, please help me with this man.”
“Well, I’m stoked for you guys. I can’t wait to tell Honor. She’ll be thrilled,” Nick puts in.
“Seems like something’s in the water around here.” Luna grins. “First Genevieve, then Mila, and now possibly the two of you adding to your clans. So much to be excited about.”
I lock my arm around Luna and imagine her telling her friends she’s carrying my child. The idea is not unwelcome. If she was the mother of my children, they’d be perfect. Hopefully, just like her.
Dash cups Nick’s shoulder and glances back to the two of us. “I think you owe someone an apology for being a bit overprotective.”
Nick winces and cracks his neck before focusing on the two of us. “I’m sorry, Luna. Grant. I’m a little high-strung about this issue with the street, and Luna’s happiness and well-being is important to me. To all of us.” He looks at Dash and Amber, who both nod in agreement. “I shouldn’t have gone off all half-cocked. I tell you what… Do you box?”
I’m trying to keep up with the conversation. “As in fight?” I wasn’t sure I should answer that type of question.
“Yeah, man.” He proceeds to show me a one-two punch and fast feet.
“Uh, no. I have a personal trainer. Your friend Clayton Hart, as a matter of fact.”
Nick’s eyes widen. “You’re friends with Clay? Shoot, man, if you’d told me that, I wouldn’t have been so hard on you. Clay’s a great judge of character.”
On this we can agree. “He is. And a great friend too.” I make the statement with confidence because Clayton and I have been building our friendship.
“Well, if you don’t box or need a gym membership, I’ll bring Luna a case of my family’s wine. You drink wine?”
“Yes, but you really needn’t worry. I’m happy Luna has men around her who care to protect her best interests.”
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