Grant
After one hell of an opening night and a filling breakfast of a Denver omelet, Isabel and I head out of the small, 24-hour café. We all came in the company limo, and Tad Johnson is the first to climb inside. “Fuck, am I tired.”
Steve Wilkins follows him in. “Me too. Bushed completely.”
Frank Devine gets in next, looking back at Isabel and me. “I’m hitting the hay as soon as the driver drops me off. Are you two heading to your place, Grant?”
It’s only then that I realize the other owners see Isabel and me as a couple, and I don’t want that. “No. Our work together like that is over now. She’ll be dropped at her place.” I give the driver a nod. “Let’s get her home first. Ladies first, as the saying goes.”
“Grant!” I hear a man shout at me.
I turn slowly as I recognize the voice immediately. “Jake?” I turn to see my younger brother, a man who’s too young to be out drinking yet, as he’s only twenty. But, by the way he’s stumbling, I know he’s found some alcohol somewhere.
“He looks like you,” Isabel is quick to spot. “Is that your …”
“Brother.” I have to hold out my hand to stop Jake from trying to hug me, but it does no good.
His arms are all around me as he hugs me tightly, reeking of gin. “Grant. My God. It’s so good to see you, brother. I’ve missed you. We all have. It’s been two years. Did you know that? Two years, big brother. Two years too long.” Hiccup.
Isabel tugs on my arm. “He’s driving, Grant.” She tosses her head to the car he got out of. “You should drive him home. He’s in no condition to be driving.”
“You’re right.” I hold my brother out and give him a scowl. “Why are you driving, Jake? Do you know how dangerous that is?”
Then his light blue eyes cloud up and he sniffles, “I miss her. I miss dad. And I miss you.”
Running my arm around his shoulders, I head over to his car with him to get him away from the others. Then it occurs to me that I’ll need a ride home after I take him home. I’m not about to take his car home and have to deal with him tomorrow.
Looking over my shoulder, I call out, “Isabel, come with us, please.”
“Of course,” comes her quick reply. She’s at my side in no time. “It sounds like he’s pretty sad, Grant. Perhaps you should consider spending the night with him tonight.”
“No.” That’s all I can say.
I’m not entirely sure it’s such a good idea to have Isabel around my drunk brother who has already said more than I wanted anyone to know. But I would rather it be Isabel than anyone else.
Once I’ve gotten the car keys from Jake, I unlock the doors, and we all get in—Jake in the back, me driving, and Isabel in the passenger seat. “Is she why you don’t come around us, Grant?” Jake lays back on the seat and glares at Isabel.
“Me?” Her hand flies to her chest. “Not me. So, your name is Jake? Hi, Jake. I’m Isabel Sanchez. It’s nice to meet you. I work for your brother.”
“You should probably just close your eyes and go to sleep, Jake.” I don’t want him saying too much.
“And you should just accept my phone calls. Jenny and Becca would like to talk to you too. There’s been some news we’ve been trying to tell you, but you won’t accept any of our phone calls. Mom’s body is going to be executed.”
“Executed?” Isabel asks in horror. “But how?”
“He means exhumed.” I shake my head as it fills me with dread to know they have managed to get that done without my help after all. “Shit! Why did you all do that, Jake?”
“Because we had to. You don’t understand, mainly because you don’t want to. Something else was up. We all talked and figured it out. Jenny said Mom wasn’t herself the last months before they left on the Africa trip.” I hear Jake gulping and look in the rearview to see he’s got a bottle of something and is chugging it.
“Shit! Get that away from him, Bell.”
She turns in the seat, reaches back, and pulls it out of his hands quite easily. “You don’t want alcohol poisoning, do you, Jake?” She sits back down and smiles at me. “Bell? A nickname. I like it. My granny used to call me that.”
“It’s just quicker, and I didn’t want him to ingest any more of that stuff he’s been drinking.” I can see her inner delight that I have come up with a little nickname for her on the fly.
I shouldn’t have brought her.
Jake’s slurring takes my attention, “Dad might be innocent, Grant. Don’t you want to know if he is?”
“I went to see him. I assure you he’s not innocent.” Ahead, I can see the turn for the street our parents’ home is on. I know Jake and Becca live there with Jenny and her new husband. I know that only because I do come by every so often to see if they are okay. But I do so without any of them knowing I’m checking up on them all.
Parking in front of the house, I see Jake’s eyes light up. “You’re coming in, right?”
The house is dark except for the porch light. “No. Everyone’s asleep. Just like you should be. I’m dropping you off so you can go in and get to sleep. Then I’m taking Isabel to get her car, she’ll follow me back, then I’ll drop your car off, put your keys in the mailbox, and be on my way.”
Jake fumbles with the door handle as he tries to get out. “Fuck you, Grant. Fuck you to death, you selfish prick.”
I get out to help him and pull the car door open. He spills onto the street and just fucking lays there. I hear him snoring and just about kick him, I’m feeling so frustrated.
The night has been a roller coaster, and all I want is to get the fuck off it.
Picking up my passed-out brother, I throw him over my shoulder, then head to the house. Isabel jumps out and runs up with the keys in her hand. “Do you have a key for his house?” She wiggles the set of keys in her hand.
I do have one, but it’s at my place. “It’s that one there—the green one. Can you open the door?”
She hurries to get it open and follows me in. Even though the house is dark, I know my way around. Laying my brother not so gently on the couch, I turn to leave.
Isabel is looking for something, though. “Is there a blanket we can throw over him? And we should take off his shoes too.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sakes. He’s passed out, Bell. Come on.” I take her by the hand, but she jerks it away.
Without saying a word, she takes off his shoes, grabs the throw that’s on the back of dad’s old recliner, and puts it on my brother. “There. Now we can leave.”
My eyes catch on dad’s chair and I freeze there as I go back in time—a time when everything was great in our family. A time when I was a normal guy with normal emotions.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, breathing the home I grew up in into my lungs. The mustiness of the old furniture fills my nostrils. “I’ll have new furniture sent over. “That’s all I can say as my heart begins to race and my eyes twitch.
It has been over two years since I have stepped foot in this house. I have no intentions of doing it again. Grabbing Bell’s hand, I take her out the door.
I have to get away from that place. I have to stop thinking about them all.
Thankfully, Isabell lets me drive to her place in complete silence. No questions and no wondering about what my brother said—just nice, quiet nothingness. I pull up behind her car, and she gets out without saying a word, climbing into her car to follow me back.
I sigh as I watch her getting into her car. She’s great. Like one-in-a-million kind of great.
I don’t deserve her love. I don’t deserve anyone’s love.
But my God, how I need that woman.
Isabel
Grant sits silently in the passenger seat of the car he bought for me—a brand new, canary-yellow Ferrari. He just dropped off his younger brother’s car back at his house, and now I’m taking him home.
I have so many things I want to ask him, but I know better than to say a word. He’s leaning his head on the head res
t, his eyes closed. Even as aggravated as he is, he still takes my breath away.
We ride in silence to his place. A quaint little place, he calls it. But it’s far from being little or quaint. Twelve thousand square feet gives the man every room imaginable. Some of that footage is taken up by a full-size, heated, indoor swimming pool. Grecian tile makes it look like something out of a five-star hotel.
Grant Jamison isn’t the kind of man to show off. He never talks about what he has or in how grand a style he lives, but he does live better than most do.
I pull into the long drive that leads up to his home that sits on top of a hill on ten acres. His grounds keeper keeps the place looking immaculate at all times. Lush, green grass covers all of those rolling acres. Tall pine trees line the back of the property, while oaks and ash trees dot the rest of the place.
Despite its enormous size, the place comes off on the homey side. At least, it could with a few feminine touches here and there. Not that Grant would ever allow that.
No, that would be letting someone get close to him. And now that I’ve met his brother and heard a tad bit about their past, I can see Grant doesn’t let anyone close to him. Not even his own family.
That may sound daunting to some—like he’s a lost cause. But my heart tells me to keep on keeping on with the man I’ve grown to love.
He requires patience. I can see that now.
As I stop at the front entrance, his eyes spring open. The dark blue of them shimmers, then he rubs them with the back of his hand. “Here already? That was fast.”
“It was about half an hour.” I give him a smile. “Night, then. I’ll see you tomorrow evening at the club.”
But he doesn’t get out of the car. Instead, he lays his head back and gazes at me. “Thanks, Bell.”
I nod, knowing he means more about keeping my questions to myself than the ride I just gave him. “You’re welcome.”
He glances at the time on the clock on the dashboard. “It’s five in the morning.”
“Yes, it is.”
His eyes meet mine once more. “Come inside. There’s no reason you should have to drive to your place. It’ll be another half hour before you get to climb into bed if you do that. And the room you’ve slept in when you’ve stayed over is still there, right inside that door. What do you say? Wanna stay with me?”
Forever.
But I shake my head. “I’ll be okay. I don’t want to get in your way. Goodnight, Grant.”
“You don’t want to stay with me.” His eyes drop, and I catch him looking at the ring on my finger—the one he gave me earlier.
“It’s not that …”
Before I can say anything else, he’s looking at me again. “It’s because we’re not going to have sex anymore, isn’t it? It’s because you want more out of me than I can give, isn’t it?”
I hold my jaw tightly as I think about what I should say to him. It is because of those things, but I don’t want to say that out loud for some reason. It might hurt him, and that’s the absolute last thing I want to do to him.
“You know what? I will stay.” I put the car in park and get out of the car. “It’s dangerous for me to be driving this damn tired anyway. Thanks for inviting me.”
He climbs out of the low vehicle that most men as tall as him would have trouble getting in and out of, and he makes it look easy. Gliding out of the car, he comes to me as I walk around it. His hand touches the small of my back. “Good girl.”
My heart clenches in my chest as he talks to me that way. All I want is to be his girl. That’s really all I want. No one would be as good for him as I would.
Damn his tormented mind.
Just as we get inside, he turns to me, pressing my back to the closed door. “Grant, please.” I can’t take this kind of physical teasing. It’s just too much.
“Please, Bell. Please come to my bed with me.” His heart is pounding as he asks me to sleep with him for the first time. We’ve had plenty of sex, but never has he asked me to sleep with him. His forehead rests against mine. “I just don’t want to be alone right now. I need to feel a body next to mine.”
And mine will do, I suppose.
I don’t say it out loud, but it does hurt the way he puts things some times. “Okay.”
He lets out a long sigh, then his lips touch mine, sending raw desire through me. “Thank you.”
Pulling my hand, he leads me to his bedroom. It’s not a room I’ve ever been in. The one time he fell asleep with me was in the playroom. There’s a bed in there, and we’d had quite a long BDSM session, exhausting us both.
The moment he opens his bedroom door, I can smell him on the air inside the room. It’s dark-chocolate brown with teal accents. Decadent is the only word I can use to describe the masculine vibe he’s created in the large room.
A huge four-post bed sits on the far side of the room. The wood of the posts houses ornate carvings. There’s a complete set of living room furniture that sits in front of a giant television that’s anchored to the wall.
He picks up something off a tall table and a fireplace lights up in the corner near the bed. Soft music comes from nowhere and everywhere all of a sudden.
“Nice.” That’s all I can come up with, I’m so impressed.
He stops at the end of his bed and turns to me. His hands move around to the back of my dress and he unzips it. It falls in a heap at my feet and he trails kisses along my neck as he unfastens my bra and pulls it off me.
Moving down my body, he pulls my panties off, then his warm lips press against my mound. A shudder runs through me.
I thought he said we weren’t going to have sex anymore.
His hands move up my leg as he comes back up, then they cup my breasts. I feel the tremble in them and put my hands over his. “It’s going to be okay, Grant.”
“No, it won’t be.” His mouth moves over mine, taking my breath away as he moves his hands around my body, cupping my ass in them. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the bed and lays me down.
I lie there as he releases my mouth, then he just gazes at me as I lie on top of the teal blanket that covers his bed. Little by little, he starts taking off his clothes as I watch him, and he can’t seem to take his eyes off me.
With no idea what the hell this means for us—if there is an us—I wait to see what he’s going to do next. I can’t ever be sure what the man is going to do. He might fuck me or he might just put my ass under the covers and hold me while we fall asleep. I’ll be good either way it goes.
When he’s totally naked, standing over me, the golden glow of the fire’s light bathing him and making him look like an angel sent from above, I can’t stop myself, “My God, you’re a remarkable man, Grant Jamison.”
“I’m not the one who’s remarkable, Isabel Sanchez. You are. You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. And I hate you for it.”
Now, that’s not what I expected to hear at all.
Grant
Moving my body to cover hers, I whisper in her ear, “Damn you, Isabel. Damn you for making me feel things I never wanted to feel.” Her body is hot underneath mine as she lies perfectly still.
Her heart is pounding, and I feel it as our chests are pressed together, her soft tits squished by my hard pecs. Her hands move through my hair as she pulls my head back to make me look at her. “I love you.”
Fuck her.
Fuck her for saying that to me. Fuck her for making me so fucking weak. I kiss her so fucking hard that our teeth clash. Then I push her legs apart and thrust my hard cock into her without any further foreplay.
It sinks into her deep, hot, throbbing cunt. I hate how wonderful it feels and how inviting her whole gorgeous body is to me. Only to me.
I hate it all.
As I plunge into her hard and furious, I pull my mouth away and glare at her. “How are you doing this? How can you say shit like that to me? I don’t do a thing to deserve love from you or anyone. Yet you continue to say those thr
ee little words to me. How can you love me?”
With a soft stroke of her hand over my cheek, she smiles. “How can I not? I love you, Grant. I do.”
Looking into her deep brown eyes—pools of desire, pools of lust, pools of love even—I can feel my heart slipping. Slipping into the abyss that is love.
And I can’t allow that to happen. Pulling my cock out of her, I turn her over and pull her up on her knees, then slam my cock into her again. She moans and presses her round, firm ass against me, making me go deeper. Then she falls to the bed on her chest, and I go in even further.
Fucking her hard and fast, I smack her ass over and over and feel her juices increase. “You little slut. You grow more and more wet with each strike.” I yank her hair back, making her neck arch as I pull her up off the mattress. Her cunt clenches on my cock, letting me know that excites her too. “You little whore. You love it when I’m rough with you.”
“I do,” she groans. “I’m your slut. Your whore. Only yours, sir. Always yours.”
Always mine.
I don’t even want that.
Do I?
Pulling my cock out of her once again, I turn her on her back, pinning her body to the bed as I straddle her. “Open up.”
She opens her mouth, and I press my fat cock into it as I lean over her and hold onto the headboard to fuck her sweet mouth with ruby red lips. Lips that can just barely touch mine and take me a thousand miles away at any given moment.
Everything about Isabel appeals to me. She calls my name, and I hate it.
I hate it all.
I hate how badly my cock needs to be inside of her. I hate how badly my heart aches when she’s not around. I hate how fucking much I think about her.
“Take it, you bitch. Take it all. You want me? You love me? We’ll see how much longer you can do that.” I move faster and faster as I watch her deep throating me without any problem at all.
She moves her hands up and down my abs, playing with them. Then she moves them, running one over the shaft of my cock as it leaves her mouth while playing with my balls at the same time.
With a sharp groan, I feel the orgasm moving through me and shoot my load into her mouth. She swallows it all as she moans with pleasure.
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