by Arianna Hart
“Your legs are so smooth,” Grant said, stroking her from knee to mid-thigh. He was glad she wasn’t wearing stockings or anything that would prevent skin-to-skin contact.
“Glad I shaved today,” she said with a hitch in her breath as his hand crept a little higher. “Oh my God, did I just blurt that out? I have absolutely no sophistication at all. It’s like as soon as you touch me, my brain turns to mush.” She threw her hands in the air. “See? I bet the women you’re used to would never admit that. They probably wouldn’t bring up other women either.”
“Not that I want to bring up other women when I’m totally focused on you, but I like your lack of filter, it’s refreshing. So many women hide what they really think, what they really feel, and then get mad when the guy doesn’t understand why they’re upset or didn’t get off. I’d rather have your honest reaction any day of the week. I don’t want to guess at what you like or don’t like.”
“So far, you haven’t done anything I don’t like. But if you don’t stop rubbing my leg, I’m going to have to take another outfit to the cleaners.”
Her words sent a shot of heat straight to his balls. She was so responsive to everything he did. It turned him on better than porn. He inched his hand higher and brushed against the lace of her panties.
“Drive faster,” she said with a whimper.
“Almost there.” In more ways than one. He slipped a finger under the elastic and felt the heat of her mound. She was already wet and he rubbed his finger along her slick nub.
Risking a quick glance, he took his eyes off the road to see her reaction to his touch. Ellie’s head was thrown back and her hand gripped the armrest like she was holding on for dear life. Her face was flushed and her mouth slightly open.
“That is so fucking hot,” he practically growled.
They damn near got into an accident as he whipped the car into the driveway. Instead of pulling up in his normal spot, he drove around behind the garage and parked it in Ellie’s spot in the back. He’d barely put the car in park before he reached over, unbuckled her and dragged her to him so he could capture her mouth.
Ellie clung to his shoulders, kissing him like he was the only man alive. He captured her head in one hand, holding her still so he could ravage her mouth, all the while playing with her sensitive nub. As he slid a finger into her tight sheath, he felt her breath catch.
She was hot and wet and clutched his finger with her inner muscles. All he could think about was how much better it would feel with his dick in that tight channel. He stroked her clit with his thumb as he drove his finger in and out, practically tearing her underwear in his desire to give her as much pleasure as possible.
She dug her nails into his shoulders where she clung to him. The pain was more of a pleasure because he knew he was driving her over the edge. He could feel her entire body coil tighter and captured her mouth seconds before she spasmed in his arms.
It took every ounce of will power he possessed to pull his hand away from the pulsing heat between her legs and open the car door. He wanted nothing more than to open his fly and sink his cock into her warmth, but the front seat of his mother’s car didn’t give him the room to do everything he wanted to do to her. “Come on, baby. Let’s get inside. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
“Sure.” She flopped back into her seat bonelessly. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure and she had a dreamy smile on her face.
Grant ran around the front of the car and practically dragged her out of the seat. When she didn’t move fast enough, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She let out a little shriek and he had to clamp his arm over her thighs to keep her still.
“Shhh, you’ll wake my folks. I don’t want anything interrupting us this time.” He smacked her ass lightly and then stroked it. The smell of her arousal wafted through his nostrils, making him take the stairs two at a time.
The door was unlocked, which was a good thing as he didn’t think he had the patience to wait for her to find her key and would have probably kicked it open. Ellie had worked his shirt out of his waistband and was running her fingers across the small of his back.
“Hurry,” she urged, biting him through his shirt.
Thank God, her apartment was tiny. He was through it in seconds and dropped her on her bed. She shrieked again as she bounced on the mattress, but he was too busy stripping his shirt off to worry about the noise.
“Anything you don’t want shredded, I’d take off now,” he said, deadly serious. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off without seeing her naked.
The full moon lit the room, making her pale skin gleam in the silvery brightness. He watched impatiently as she kicked off her sensible flats and shimmied out of her skirt. When she wore nothing but a scrap of lace across her breasts and a second covering the triangle between her legs, his patience snapped. He pulled her into his arms, capturing her mouth and invading it with his tongue. While his lips and teeth teased her, he unhooked her bra and then shoved her panties off her hips.
Finally, she was naked in his arms. A part of him wanted to turn on the light by the bed so he could see every inch of her unimpeded, but another part didn’t want her to be able to see him just as clearly. Insecurities made inroads through the haze of passion clouding his brain. He hadn’t taken his pants all the way off yet, and when her busy hands tried to drag them farther down his thighs, he stopped her.
“Not yet.”
“I want you naked too,” she whispered. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
“That can be arranged.” He lifted her up until she could wrap her legs around his waist and he groaned as her mound pressed against his stomach. The cheeks of her ass grazed his raging erection as she rubbed against him.
The points of her nipples teased his chest, and he angled his head so he could capture one of the delicious tips with his teeth. She moaned as he sucked it hard and squeezed him tighter with her strong legs. God, he wanted to touch her everywhere just so he could see her reaction. Everything he did seemed to set her on fire, and damn, how he wanted to watch her burn.
“No more waiting. I want you in me,” she said, her breathing ragged against his ear. “Condoms. On the night stand.” She bit his earlobe and the sensation zinged all the way to his balls.
He had a condom in his wallet but didn’t want to waste the time getting it. Reluctance to let her go warred with anticipation as he laid her across the cool sheets and reached for the package next to the lamp by her bed.
“Let me,” she said and took the condom from him.
It was his turn to groan as she stroked his cock and fondled his sac before rolling the condom over his length. Once he was protected, he pulled Ellie so that her hips were at the edge of the mattress and lifted her legs so he could drive into her inviting warmth.
God, she was tight. And hot. And wet. And about the best damn thing he’d ever felt. She let out a low, deep moan as he fully sheathed himself in her body and wrapped her legs around him. Grant grasped her ass and held it steady as he found a rhythm that worked for both of them.
He started with long, slow strokes, almost pulling himself out completely before inching back until he was seated deeply inside her. Her face was flushed and her breasts plump with desire. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she thrashed her head back and forth on the mattress.
She was so fucking responsive to his every move, his slightest touch. It turned him on almost unbearably. He drove harder, faster, and she matched him stroke for stroke. Pleasure filled his veins, coursing through him, pushing him to his limits. He wanted to drive into her until the pressure exploded, but he held back, wanting it to be good for her more than he wanted his own release.
Ellie arched her back, grinding her mound against him as he slammed into her. He couldn’t resist her up-thrust breasts and captured one in his mouth. As his hips continued their relentless pound
ing, he laved her sensitive nipple and drew it between his teeth.
“Grant! Now! Oh God!” Her body spasmed against him, her channel milking his cock with silken muscles.
Finally, he could let go and release the reins he held on his desire. He gripped her ass and plowed into her, pumping furiously as the pleasure rolled over him. His balls tightened and he knew his release was almost there. He wanted to hold back, to stay on the edge, to make it last, but Ellie squeezed him with her inner muscles and he couldn’t resist her.
His orgasm erupted through him, pulling everything out of him until he was limp and drained. He collapsed on the bed. He had enough brainpower to angle to the side so he didn’t crush Ellie beneath him, but that was the extent of his thought processes. Sweat stuck them together as he held her against his chest. He could feel her heartbeat flutter and her rapid breathing feathered against his neck. She shivered with an aftershock that clutched his cock still snug inside her.
Vaguely, he noticed his belt buckle jabbing into his leg above his right knee, but the irritation couldn’t compete with the sense of well-being that flooded through him. As his heartbeat returned to normal, lassitude rolled over him. For once, he let it and just enjoyed the bliss.
Ellie didn’t want to move. Ever. Her whole body was relaxed and quivering, and she didn’t want it to stop. Grant’s chest rubbed against hers with every breath she took and she could see his pulse thumping in his neck. She licked the spot and smiled as Grant shivered against her.
He ran his hand lightly up and down her spine, soothing her and relaxing her further, if that was even possible.
“I should take care of the condom,” he murmured, his lips in her hair. She tightened against him in protest and he groaned. “If you keep doing that, we’re going to need another one in a hurry.”
“I bought a box of twenty the other day,” she said without thinking, then blushed to her toes. “Not that I think we’ll use all of them,” she stammered.
“Twenty, huh? I take that as a challenge. One I’m more than willing to accept.” He leaned back and she saw the smile on his face.
“That’s not what I was thinking when I bought them.” Then why hadn’t she bought the smaller box? “Maybe hoping,” she admitted finally.
“I like how you think.” He eased away from her, their bodies sticky with sweat. “Give me a few minutes to recover and we’ll see about decreasing your supply.” Grant gave her a teasing kiss and stepped away.
Ellie paused to admire his tight rear end before he hitched his pants up and headed to the bathroom. She felt exposed lying naked on the bed all by herself, so she scrambled under the sheet and leaned against the headboard to await her own turn in the bathroom.
Her body felt a little sore from their encounter, but the overwhelming pleasure that suffused every cell of her being far outweighed the ache between her legs. He was so darn strong it took her breath away. She was almost six feet tall, and he’d carried her around like she weighed next to nothing.
A tingle of pleasure tripped down her spine as she remembered the muscles in his arms surrounding her, his strong thighs and abs between her legs. God, he had muscles on top of muscles, and she wanted to explore every one of them.
She heard the faucet run in the bathroom across the hall and then shut off. Minutes ticked by and Grant still didn’t return. Doubts and insecurities crept into her mind the longer she waited for him to come back.
Could he be regretting it? No, he’d carried her to bed, literally thrown her over his shoulder and tossed her on the mattress. He’d been every bit as eager as she’d been to make love.
No, not make love. Have sex. She needed to keep this in perspective and not get all school-girl crazy and romanticize it. What is is, as her grandmother used to say.
Finally, she heard the bathroom door squeak. As soon as Grant came in the room, Ellie knew there would be no round two. His entire body language had changed. He had a soft smile on his face, but there was tension in his shoulders and his body was stiff.
He sat next to her on the bed and ran his fingers through the hair at her temple.
“I need to go,” he said simply, no excuses.
“I know.” She pressed a kiss to his callused palm. “I’ll walk you out.”
“It’s not you. I don’t want you thinking that.”
“Grant, you don’t need to say anything.” She really wished he wouldn’t say anything, just let her cling to whatever shreds of pride she had left.
“It’s been a long time since I was…intimate with anyone. I just—” He ran a hand through his hair and got off the bed. Grabbing his shirt, he pulled it over his head, which seemed like a stall tactic. “I just don’t know what to do, how to feel. I need space.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t crowd you,” she said softly. She grabbed her robe from the rocking chair by the foot of her bed and covered herself up. She was far too exposed being naked when he was fully dressed.
“Ellie, don’t disappear on me.” He pulled her close to him. “I’m not worried about you crowding me, I just need time.”
“I understand.”
“I’m not sure you do. I don’t regret what we did. In fact, I’m actively looking forward to doing it again. It’s just the after part that’s messing me up in the head.”
“It’s okay. Honest.” Her heart broke a little, for him and the pain and confusion he was dealing with, as well as for herself and her foolishness in still wanting more.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, right? We’ll bring you to Canton in the afternoon.”
“Sure. See you then.” She went up on tiptoe and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Don’t forget to move your mom’s car around front.”
“I totally forgot about that,” he said, a wry grin lifting the corners of his mouth. “That might be hard to explain in the morning.”
“Then let’s avoid it.” She held the door for him and watched as he walked down the stairs. The only sound he made was the clicking of his prosthesis.
She gathered up her clothes in her bedroom, her heart racing a bit as she caught the musky scent of sex mixed with Grant’s spicy smell and the flowers of her favorite perfume. Her bed was a mess, the sheets ripped off and the quilt on the floor.
Boy, she’d never had an experience so…rawly sexual before. Her mind reeled as she remembered clinging to him, demanding he enter her. It was like aliens had taken over her body. Really horny, uninhibited aliens at that. She’d have done anything he wanted just to keep him touching her. He’d played her body like an expert, and somehow, she knew he had a lot more to show her.
If he wanted to.
Ellie slumped on the rumpled bed. It bothered her that he wouldn’t take his jeans off all the way. Did he think she cared about his prosthesis? His scars?
Maybe he’s insecure too.
Huh, she’d never really thought about that. In the short time he’d been home, he’d acted a lot like the old Grant, full of confidence and comfortable in his skin. But losing not only a limb, but his career and his wife had to do a number on him. Look at Michael Griswold. He’d only gotten divorced, and he was looking to stroke his ego with anything in a skirt.
It had to be much harder for Grant, losing just about everything. It had been three years since his injury, but how long had it been since the divorce? Could Chastity have said something that made him think he was no longer attractive?
Probably.
Bitch.
Ellie tried to bite back the unkind thought but just couldn’t. Darn it, she’d worked hard at not hating Chastity. Heck, she’d even defended her. Chastity had had everything Ellie had lacked, money, parents who doted on her, beauty, popularity, and most of all, Grant. It would have been so easy to hate her, but no, Ellie had worked hard to look below the surface to the person Chastity was behind the bubbly cheerleader personae, to the somewhat intelligent girl beneath
. Like she had told Mel all those years ago, Chastity wasn’t a bad person, just shallow.
But if that shallowness had caused Grant pain, caused him to feel less of a man, less of a human, she’d personally rip out all of Chastity’s bleach blonde hair by the roots.
Chapter Sixteen
Grant woke up in his childhood bedroom feeling at peace for the first time in a long time. His body was relaxed and even the phantom pain in his missing left foot didn’t bother him. A glance at his watch told him he’d slept for almost six hours.
Damn, that was the longest he’d slept unmedicated in years. He should have had sex more often if it made him feel this good.
You tried that. It didn’t work before.
The uncomfortable thought ate at his peacefulness. He’d had sex since he’d lost the leg. Only once with Chastity in an attempt at stopping the inevitable end to their marriage. After she could barely look at him and wouldn’t touch him below the waist, he didn’t bother to try again. A month later, she filed for divorce and he didn’t contest it.
After the divorce was final, he’d hooked up with some women he’d met in bars, mostly Frog Hogs, who actually thought his scars were sexy. He’d ended up feeling worse than he had with Chastity. Sure, he’d gotten his rocks off, but he felt like a notch on someone’s bedpost and the sensation of being used left a bad taste in his mouth.
Nothing about last night with Ellie was bad. His dick twitched as he remembered her coming around him, squeezing him tight. He wanted to feel her come again, taste her, drive her so crazy she begged him again.
Then why did he leave? She’d made it clear she was more than willing for another round. His body didn’t disgust her. In fact, she wanted to see all of him.
And that was the problem.
He wasn’t ready to reveal himself to her, to lay himself open for anyone. How would he do it anyway? It’s not like he could stop in the middle of foreplay so he could take off his BiOM. And he couldn’t climb into bed with her with the thing on. It would be like fucking with his shoes on.