“Great. But he didn’t dig the camera thing.”
Grant didn’t like this part of the dream. He turned onto his back and slung his arm over his face.
“Nice package.”
“Even better, Grant knows how to use it, too.”
At the sound of his name and hearing the laughter, he blinked his eyes open. When he saw Winta and Garland standing at the end of the bed, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, convinced he was still dreaming. He opened his eyes, then concentrated on focusing. When he realized he was still in Winta’s bedroom and indeed she and Garland were standing at the foot of the bed gazing at his naked form, he sat up and tried covering himself with a pillow.
“What are you two doing?” he asked.
Garland let out an exasperated breath and gazed over at Winta. “I see what you mean.” She shook her head. “What man who has two beautiful women admiring his body goes to cover it up?”
“A man with some dignity.” Grant scooted to the edge of the bed and picked up his shirt and shorts.
“Dignity. Yeah, right.” Garland snickered.
“If you two don’t mind, I’m going to shower and head home.” Keeping his package covered, he scurried to the bathroom door while keeping his ass from their view.
Garland ran over to the doorway and blocked it before Grant could make his way into the sanctuary.
“Need me to wash your back?” she asked.
Her cat eyes looked more sinister up close. She pursed her full lips as though waiting, wanting to be kissed.
Instead, Grant said, “Nope. I can reach all of my parts just fine.”
He ducked around her and made it inside the bathroom. Then he closed the door. He would have locked it if the knob had a lock to it. What was it with these people and locked doors?
Through the closed door, Winta said, “Brand new toothbrush in the top drawer. Just toss it when you’re done. Towels in the cabinet.”
“Thanks,” he called back.
Dried and dressed, Grant took the stairs by two. Once on the main floor he heard voices coming from the kitchen area. Hoping not to be noticed, he tried to slip by the kitchen and leave but Garland’s voice stopped him.
“You’re leaving without saying goodbye?” she asked.
Right at the door, Grant’s hand hovered over the knob. He felt the heat from their stares at the back of his neck, raising the hairs on his arms. Turning to them, he smiled.
“Goodbye, ladies.” He gave a courtly bow. “Winta, thank you for last night.” He glared at Garland. “Garland.”
“No goodbye kiss?”
Winta swayed to him. Her nude body looked as tantalizing now as it did last night. Before she could reach him, he leaned forward, putting his hand to the side of her face and kissed her. Not satisfied with a mere peck, her hungry tongue slid into his mouth.
Keeping his eyes opened, he glared at Garland as she took in the display. He pulled back from Winta.
“Why do I have a feeling you don’t like me very much?” Garland asked, putting her hands to her narrow hips.
“You’re dressed in leather pants and a corset.” Grant opened the front door. “You’re a little tough to take at,” he glanced at his watch, “shit, I didn’t know it was that late!”
Before he could make a mad dash, Winta put her hand on his. He brought his attention back to her although his heart beat like a timer on a bomb.
“You’re going to have to relax around here, Grant. No one is trying to hurt you or Zora.”
He nodded but from Winta’s expression he could tell she wasn’t convinced. Grant finally pulled away from the dynamic duo and hustled himself across the street. Knowing his new neighbors like the back of his hand, he glanced behind him to Brax and Lynia’s house.
His instincts were right. Stretched out on the porch, a fully nude Brax had Lynia straddling him. She rode him hard, making her small breasts bounce up and down. Although it was a pleasant Sunday morning with a slight breeze, Lynia’s hair stuck to her face from her sweat.
Brax tilted his head over and smiled at Grant when he saw him. “Morning, neighbor.”
Unable to speak, Grant waved.
Brax gave Lynia a quick pop on her rounded ass, then whispered something to her. With the skill of an acrobat, she turned herself around on Brax’s penis, seemingly without removing him from her pussy. Neat trick.
Riding him now with her back to his face, she gazed up at Grant. “Good morning, Grant,” she said between pants.
This was too weird, he thought as he ran to his front door. He fumbled through his pocket for his keys. When he got to the door though, he quickly realized that he wouldn’t need his key.
He opened the door and his jaw nearly broke through the floor when it dropped as soon as he saw Zora giving Art a long hug. Wearing the cream colored silk robe he’d given her for Valentine’s Day, Zora held Art as though they’d shared more than a night of good fucking.
Art’s hands rested on Zora’s waist, low though, so they were right above her ass. Respectful but not possessive. The reaction Grant thought he would have viewing a scene like this didn’t occur. He had to put his hands in front of him, covering his growing hard-on. Seeing Art cherish the woman he loved filled him with a strange combination of pride and lust.
When Art pulled back from her, he brought his attention to Grant.
“Good morning,” he simply said.
Zora turned to him. With her hair now in her normal thick curls instead of being stick straight, she looked like the woman who could drive him crazy with just a smile. As soon as she flashed her pearly whites, he was done for.
“Talk to you later today,” Art said as he made his way past Grant.
But Grant barely gave him a response as he closed the door behind him. Every molecule in his body throbbed. He wouldn’t have thought that after a night with Winta he would want to have more sex. Looking at Zora now, he couldn’t think of anything else he would rather do.
“Hi,” she said, twirling her robe sash in her hands.
He set his keys and phone on the end table. Making his way to her, Grant stepped out of his shoes. Zora’s gaze dropped, then rose to meet his. From the way she licked her lips, she must have seen the bulge in his shorts.
Once he got to her, he framed her face with his hands.
“Did you?” she asked him.
He waited a beat before finally nodding. “And you?”
She chewed her lower lip, then responded in kind.
Unable to hold back his passion, Grant crushed his mouth against hers. One hand caressed her cheek while the other ripped off the sash from around her waist. He slipped the silky garment down her arms to the floor, exposing her nudity.
Just as fierce as Grant had wanted her naked, Zora pulled his shirt over his head as the duo walked back to their bedroom, continuing their manic kissing and groping.
“Did you come?” she asked when they hit their bedroom door.
“Yes. You?” He worked on his shorts, getting them caught around his feet before successfully getting them and his underwear off.
“Yes.”
He pushed her onto the bed.
“So why is it that we still want each other even more?”
Her question didn’t make him pause or think. He needed her. Now.
“Later.” He opened her legs and made his way between them.
“Wait! Condom!” She pointed to the dresser.
“Fuck! I hate that damn rule.”
Grant jumped from the bed and rummaged through the plastic bag for a condom.
“You did use one last night, right?” Zora asked, her voice sounding unsure and so unlike her normal demeanor.
He felt his face go serious as he ripped open the condom package. “Of course.” He rolled the rubber down his hard length. “Did---”
“Absolutely.” Zora wouldn’t even wait for him to get his question out.
He approached the bed. “And you still want to---”
Agai
n she cut him off. “More than ever.”
Zora’s body’s reaction to Grant surprised her. Never would she have thought that sleeping with another man, especially one who had successfully given her a pleasurable evening, would make her want to fuck Grant even more.
Her nipples hardened to an aching degree, until she had to rub them to ease the strain. She opened her shaky legs for him, greeting his familiar weight with a welcoming embrace. Once he slid his considerable girth inside of her, her body became his again.
Smoothing his hand over her face and hair, she felt him trembling. Zora knew it wouldn’t be long for him to come. Knowing that, her body prepared itself to meet his demand.
On the last thrust, she clutched his shoulders, giving him small nibbles around his neck. Her legs kept him trapped between hers until both of their bodies relaxed.
Grant attempted to pull out of her but she held on to him tighter. “Just one more minute,” she pleaded.
“I need to remove the rubber before it gets messy in here.” He kissed her sweetly this time.
He crawled out of bed and into the bathroom.
“So give me all of the details from last night,” he said from the bathroom.
“Sure,” she began, rolling onto her side and propping her head on her hands. “As soon as you tell me about the scratches on your back.”
With a furrowed brow, Grant turned his back to the mirror and peered over his shoulder. He must have seen the long sets of scratches that marred his skin. He cursed, then faced her.
“Mad?” he asked.
“Intrigued.”
Grant padded back to the bed and cuddled behind her. “Then wait until you hear about the DVD of me and Winta.”
***
Zora glanced behind her as she got dressed. Still stretched out in bed, Grant propped his head up to watch her. She smiled at him, an odd response considering the events of the last twenty-four hours. Had they actually had sex with other people and were now happy about it?
Happy? Zora couldn’t remember the last time she and Grant had a marathon sex fest like the one they just had all morning. As soon as he walked into the front door, they were on each other like they only had twenty-four hours left in the day.
But she couldn’t get enough of him. As they both had tried painting the spare bedroom, each time they’d talked about what had happened, how Art had reacted with her and how Winta had reacted to Grant, they were on each other again, fucking with wild abandon…save the condom. Grant did hate that part of it but got used to reaching for it.
Zora fastened her jeans and smoothed her hands over her backside. That motion got a groan from Grant that pumped her heart. She had to get out of the house now. If she didn’t she would be on him again in a millisecond.
“Do you have to go to work?” he asked. “It’s Sunday. You should stay at home, in bed, with me.”
He reached out for her with his long arm. She didn’t try to get away from his grasp. When he hooked his finger in her belt loop, she happily tripped backwards and fell onto the bed.
Grant stared at her. He shook his head.
“I know,” she replied as though reading his thoughts. “Sex with other people shouldn’t make us feel this way.”
To her relief, he rested his hand on her thigh and stroked his thumb over her jeans. Just his touch percolated her pussy juices. The animals at the groomers would go crazy when they smelled her.
“The overtime money will help.” She put her hand to the side of his face.
A fine sandpaper grit covered his chin. She wanted nothing more than to rub her face, her body, her pussy against it.
“How about this?” Grant sat up and wrapped his arms around her. “You call in sick and stay home with me. We’ll try that backdoor thing.” He flitted his eyebrows as though trying to calm her.
Instead her asshole clamped shut and she stood. “If those are the choices, then I know I’m going to work.” She chuckled as a way to lighten the mood. “Besides, we’re going to need money for our wedding, right?”
Grant covered his eyes with his hand and fell back onto the pillows. “I hate that fucking rule more than the condom deal.” He removed his hand and stared at her intently. “Why do we need to get married anyway? They can’t force us. They’ll just ignore us. Ohhh, big deal.”
Zora’s heart sank with how glib he was with the whole marriage idea. Instead of showing it, because she didn’t have time to argue the real reason he should want to marry her, she kissed him lightly and told him she loved him.
In the bright light of the afternoon sun, Zora slipped on her sunglasses as she headed to her Toyota 4Runner. As soon as she opened her truck door, a light touch on her shoulder made her jump.
Turning, she found Winta behind her. Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, Winta had on more clothes than Zora had ever seen her wear.
“Scare you?” Winta asked.
“Didn’t hear you behind me.”
Winta held a smile like she knew something. A tickling feeling attacked Zora’s stomach as she thought about the questions or statements Winta would pose. They would all be about Grant. Was she ready to hear just how he made another woman feel?
“Going out?” Winta leaned against the car door.
“Work.”
“And leaving that man alone?” She nodded her head toward the house.
Zora glanced at the door, the unlocked door, then back at her amorous neighbor. “He’s going to finish painting the spare bedroom while I’m at work.”
“With all that he’s done between me and you, I can’t believe he has the strength to do anything else.” Winta leaned in close to Zora. “So tell me. How many times did you two do it before you got dressed to leave?”
Zora swallowed. Staring into Winta’s eyes, she didn’t find a competitor. She found a confidante. Easing her shoulders down, Zora took a deep breath before she uttered a word.
“Three times,” she finally admitted.
The response made Winta’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wow! I need to get on Art. We had one good go around before he had to go to sleep.”
Zora laughed with Winta.
“I guess you wore my husband out.”
Zora quickly stopped her laughter. “I—I’m sorry.”
With a playful slap against Zora’s arm, Winta said, “Don’t be. I’m just glad you two had a good time.” She eased into Zora’s space. “Trust me. There will be more opportunities to wear each other out.” Then she winked. “Have fun at work.” With a turn on the ball of her bare feet, she sashayed back to her house.
It wasn’t until Zora felt Winta was far from her that she released her breath. She didn’t know why but Zora thought for sure Winta would have asked specific questions about Grant’s technique, what Winta did and didn’t like about his love making skills, and how Art was in bed. Glad she didn’t. Zora had a feeling that topic wasn’t over.
Hopping in her truck, she blasted her stereo, feeling too good to come down to earth yet, as she backed out of the driveway. Her cell phone chirped in her purse before she could drive away from the house.
Looking at the Caller I.D. screen before answering it, she smiled.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Hurry up and get to work,” Grant said, his voice sounding more gravelly than she’d ever heard it. “I want to do phone sex with you again when you get to the parking lot.”
“You’re insatiable.”
What a reassuring feeling that after a night with another woman, a terminally gorgeous woman, that he still wanted her. Her Grant.
***
“Come on, buddy. Just a little while longer.” Zora struggled to hold down the wiggly cocker spaniel as she tried rinsing off the shampoo.
Turning her gaze to the side, she caught Inez clipping the long, shiny red hair of an afghan hound. Zora could do that and do it much better than Inez. The hair should be trimmed evenly. It looked as though Inez was putting her own special touch to the cut, making zigzag designs instead o
f something stylish, classy.
As Zora opened her mouth to protest, the frisky spaniel she’d been shampooing jumped from the sink and ran through the office.
“Shit!” Zora screamed as she went after the dog.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Zora, to chain the dogs up when you shampoo?” Julie called after her.
“I know! I know!”
The last thing she wanted or needed was a lecture. She hated chaining the dogs up for a simple shampoo. Most stood still for the process. Then there were the ones like this little guy running through the Doggie Style office leaving a trail of soapy water with each sloppy step.
Once he burst through the door to the waiting room, Zora knew she was done for. All the clients needed to see was that she couldn’t control a dog and they would take their business elsewhere.
When Zora came through the door, she followed the wet paw prints until she found the little troublemaker sitting on the feet of a customer.
“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry.” She didn’t even look the person in the face as she bent down to get the dog. Cradling him in her arms, the spaniel escaped severe punishment when he licked her face.
Zora tilted her face away, then glanced at the man’s wet shoes and damp pant legs. “I’ll pay for those. I’m so sorry.” When she brought her gaze up to meet his face, she coughed.
“It’s okay. I should have known better than to wear something this nice on a Sunday anyway.”
“Brax?”
She couldn’t believe her neighbor was standing in her place of employment. She didn’t remember seeing a dog running around his house. But she’d never been over to his home so maybe he did have one that just stayed in the house. Or maybe he had a cat. Or maybe she should just ask him what he was doing here.
“Winta told me you were going to work.” His deep voice filled the empty waiting room.
After wiping shampoo from her face, she said, “Yes, have to earn a living.”
“You also have to eat. I’m here to take you to lunch.”
She blinked. She shook her head. Then she wondered if she was dreaming. “What?”
“Lunch. You do eat, right?”
“Um, yes. But I don’t get a lunch break. This is just a part-time gig. As you can see, I’m just a dog bather.”
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