by Lila Rose
I was sure I heard Zara giggle, but when I turned to her, she was straight-faced.
“That's okay; I'm sure Julian won't mind,” I said, standing myself to stretch.
“Not at all, she-devil.” Julian smiled, only it looked forced.
“NO!” Zara yelled. We all turned to her. “I mean, I need Julian here. I'm reeeally tired.”
Julian's brow furrowed; I was sure he was thinking the same thing I was—how strange that sounded.
“Okay, weirdo.” I shrugged. “I'll just grab my bag while you get Swan,” I said to Griz, and with a chin lift, he left the room.
I bent over the table and whispered to Zara, “I don't know what you’re playing at, but it ain't gonna work.”
She smiled brightly and giggled. “We'll see.”
Deanna
Swan slept all the way to my house in her car-seat in the back of Griz's Jeep Cherokee. As we pulled onto my street, I noticed two Harleys and one van parked out the front of my place.
“What's going on?” I asked, more to myself, but Griz answered with a shrug.
Stopping the car, I grabbed my bag and hopped out, and then leaned back in and said, “Thanks for the lift.” Only Griz wasn't still in the driver’s seat. He'd also gotten out and was now opening Swan's door to—I guess, get her out as well?
What the fuck?
“What are you doin'?” I asked as I slung my bag over my shoulder, but before he got to answer, I heard the sound of feet stomping down my drive. I turned to find Blue.
“What are you doin'?” I asked with my hands on my hips and a glare in my eyes.
Blue chuckled. “Not much, Hell Mouth.” He walked right up to me and handed me my keys.
Hell. What is going on?
“W-what? How? Why do you have my keys?” I screeched.
Blue looked over the car to Griz. I looked over the car to Griz too, who was now holding a tired-eyed child in his arms. The men communicated something through head nods and chin lifts, and that just pissed me off even more.
I turned to Blue, pulled back my leg and kicked him in the shin. “Why do you have my keys?”
“Fuck, Hell Mouth. Christ, why'd you do that?” he hissed as he bent over and rubbed his shin.
“No one is answering me or the main question I keep askin'!”
“They moved my stuff in, princess,” Griz said.
My body froze. Had I heard him right?
Looking over my shoulder, I hissed through clenched teeth, “No way.”
He grinned. The arse grinned, shifted Swan in his arms, walked around the car, got close enough that our noses just touched and whispered, “Yes way.”
Stepping back, I turned to shove a laughing Blue out of the way and stomped up my drive.
“Good luck, brother,” I heard Blue say to Griz, “you're gonna need it.”
Not wanting to hear his reply, I opened my front door just as Killer and Stoke were coming out. Upon one look at my face, they both smiled widely and moved out of my way.
“Have a nice night, Hell Mouth.” Stoke laughed as I picked up a cushion and threw it at him. They walked out the front door and closed it behind Griz.
Oh, my fuckin' God. Was Griz really staying here?
My heart took off outta control regarding a certain thought of seeing Griz every night and morning, walking around my house in nothing but his boxers.
My hoo-ha sang for joy.
I had to have proof.
Dropping my bag to the couch, I made my way down the hall and up the stairs. I opened the door to the first spare room. What was full of shit this morning, now held a kid’s bed with some side cushion-thingy on it. I guess that was to stop Swan from falling out.
Wait a goddamn minute!
Swan was stayin' here as well?
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
I couldn't have a kid around. It'd learn bad shit from me. What was he thinkin'?
“I see you found Swan's room,” Griz said from behind me, causing me to jump.
“Jesus, a warning is nice before you sneak up on someone.” I looked to Swan in Griz's arms; she seemed so tired, with her blue eyes blinking up at me and her head resting against Griz's chest.
I wondered if he'd let my head rest on his chest too?
Shaking my head, I looked up to a smiling Griz. What the fuck was he smiling about?
“Look, you can't do this. You can't just move yourself and your daughter in here. This isn't going to work.” I shook my head.
“Its fine and it's staying this way until your shit is over,” he said in his don't-give-me-any-bullshit voice.
“You wanna risk your daughter?” I asked.
“She won't be at risk. During the days while I'm busy, she'll be with Wildcat until I can get a sitter or organise some childcare. Then at night—well, I'll be here, so no risk will come to her...or you.”
Why was my heart beating like the Jaws soundtrack?
Because this was going to either kill me or—yeah, let's not go there, because that thought was even scarier.
I was sure Griz was shocked that I didn't argue with him. I muttered a final “whatever” and left the room. There was no point anyway, not when he held an exhausted Swan in his arms. Plus, there was always tomorrow. For now, I'd let him have his way and crash in my spare room.
Though, as I changed into my cami and boy shorts for bed, my mind wouldn't stop wandering from the thought of Griz sleeping in my house—sleeping not far from me.
What is he dressed in?
How far is the sheet pulled up over him?
Does he have a sheet on at all?
Should I check if he even has a sheet on?
Fuck! This was really playing with my mind.
There was only one thing for it. I rolled over on my side, opened the bedside table and pulled out Vinny.
Vinny the Vibrator had many times entertained me enough to forget whatever else was going on around me. I could only hope he would fulfil his job tonight, or else Griz may just call the cops and accuse me of rape.
Pulling the sheet back over me, I quickly wiggled out of my shorts and was just about to go to town...when I heard my bedroom door open.
“What are you doing?” I yelled at Griz.
“Goin' to sleep, darlin'. I’m buggered.”
He took off his vest and pulled his tee over his head, showing me he was ripped and tattooed galore over his pecs and upper arms.
Frozen in my state of admiration, and thankin' myself for leaving the curtains open enough, I could clearly see him unbutton his jeans and tug them off, leaving him in black boxers. He pulled the sheet down a bit and hopped into the bed next to me, lying on his back.
“Um—”
“Don't start, sweetheart; let's just sleep.”
“But—”
“Darlin', I don't want to fight.”
“Why aren't you in the room with your daughter?” I asked, and yes, still with Vinny waiting patiently at my entrance.
“I don't know if you noticed, but there was only her bed in there.”
“I have other spare rooms.”
“Yeah, with that much shit in there, no one could fuckin' breathe.”
“Griz, I really don't think this is a good idea,” I stated, even though I was ready to throw Vinny away, jump onto Griz's rhythm stick and go for a ride.
“Too bad, darlin', 'cause I ain't movin'.”
He rolled onto his side so his back was toward me. What in the hell was I supposed to do now? I had a hot male—who was tired and seemed in a mood—sleeping next to me, while I lay with my legs apart and my vibrator ready for the green go-sign.
Decisions, decisions.
Can I continue in what I so want and need? Or should I do the proper thing and put Vinny away for another night.
To hell with it.
My hoo-ha yelled in victory.
Flippin' the switch, Vinny buzzed to life, and with one thrust forward I moaned as he slipped into my willing, wet pussy.
&n
bsp; “What the fuck?!” Griz yelled. It was in seconds, I was sure, that he'd flipped over to face me, went up on his giant, muscular, tattooed arm and threw the covers back with his other hand. “W-what?” He looked down at Vinny, and then up at me with a look of lust, anger and desire all in one.
“Well, you fuckin' came in at the wrong time, and there is no way I'm willing to stop,” I supplied.
In my little rant, my hand moved Vinny and a groan left my lips. I arched off the bed and settled down, only to open my eyes to meet the hooded grey stare of Griz.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
In yet another second, he was off the bed and over in the corner of the room.
“Y-you can't do that shit while I'm in here.” He glared and then looked away to the floor.
“Bullshit. It's my room; you came in here, so suffer the consequence.” I giggled, but it quickly turned into a moan as Vinny hit just the right spot.
“Jesus!” Griz groaned.
I found that I was turned on even more than usual having Griz in the room and watching me with hungry, but pained eyes. I pulled Vinny out, only to push him back in swiftly, and hissed when he reached that wonderful spot inside of me again.
I opened my eyes as I pulled Vinny out and laid him against my clit. My breath hitched; I knew I was close.
It was the fastest I would ever been able to make myself come in my whole life.
But I wasn't ready quite yet.
I needed to play with Griz a little more.
Moving Vinny away, I looked over at Griz, who was still standing in the corner with a tent in his boxers watching me. “You could come and join me?” I whispered to the quiet room.
He shook his head. “W-we can't do this, princess.”
I pouted. “And why the fuck not? It's obvious you want me, and I've been forward enough to let you know I'd do you. So what's stopping you?”
“My child in the other room,” he growled.
Pulling the sheet over me, I shook my head and said, “No, I don't think that's it. 'Rents have sex all the time with their children in the house. It's something else, but what?”
“You're too young,” he said.
I scoffed, “Get over it.” Throwing the sheet back off me, I grabbed Vinny tightly and plunged him into my still-wet pussy. A moan filled my mouth as I grabbed my breast and arched. “Oh, God, Griz. You better hurry before I come.”
“Shit,” he uttered and then cleared his throat. “Darlin', you better fuckin' stop.”
“Hell, Griz. I can't. It feels so good, babe.” Vinny and I were having the time of our lives as he slid back and forth into my moist tunnel.
“Fuck, darlin'. Fuck.” Griz groaned. “Two can play at this,” he growled quietly.
Looking back over at him, my eyes widened as I watched him pull the front of his boxers down and palm his large, hard erection, and then proceeded to masturbate.
Holy shit!
Griz
I could not fuckin' believe what I was doing—standing over in the corner of the room with my dick in my hand—and as I tugged it, I watched with pure voyeuristic desire as Deanna’s pussy engulfed her vibrator laying in her bed where I was just beside her.
Actually, that was what she had been doing...until I took my cock in my hand.
Now, her greedy eyes were trained on me and my body, and her vibrator was set aside.
She rubbed her legs together, got up on her elbows and licked her lips.
A groan fell from mine. I wanted more that any-fuckin'-thing to take a leap and have my dick buried inside of her willing snatch.
But I didn't.
Why?
Many reasons, but the main one was that once I was in her, I wouldn't want to leave.
Ever.
That was a fuckin' scary thought.
Shit. I was so close to coming just from watching her watch me. I needed to stop, or at least slow the fuck down so I didn't embarrass myself and come too quickly.
“Griz,” she moaned, “please.”
Jesus Christ!
“Call me by my name, darlin'.”
Her eyebrows rose. She didn't understand what I was askin'. Instead, she said, “Griz.”
I shook my head and slowed my hand down even more. “No, princess. My real name.”
I bet she didn't even know it, and the thought of that fuckin' hurt. Why in the hell would she want to screw someone whose name she didn't even know?
I watched her face light up and she licked her lips. She ran her hand over her breasts, down her stomach and finally spread her legs, dipping her fingers into her juices. “Please come and fuck me...Grady.”
Motherfucker.
With a growl, my boxers hit the floor and I was on the bed in seconds, hovering over her on all fours.
A smile spread across my face as I watched her lay back and laugh.
“You should have told me that's all I needed to do, and I would have uttered your name a long fuckin' time ago.” She grinned.
I brought my face closer to hers and hissed, “Say it again.”
She licked her lips and whispered, “Grady.” Only to end with a moan as my fingers slipped into her wet core.
“Fuck, darlin', you're so wet for me,” I growled.
She panted, “Only for you.” It was then she reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her. Our lips collided in an urgent frenzy, and then our tongues entwined together while my fingers fucked her.
Pulling away was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but I wanted something else even more. Plus, I needed oxygen, because right then, it seemed my body wasn't getting enough.
“Jesus, Dee,” I growled as my chest rose and fell in a rapid speed. At least mine wasn't the only one. I watched as Deanna's perky breasts rose and fell just as quickly. “I need to taste you.” That statement was a rumble from my chest. “Fuck, I need it more than air right now. Will you let me?”
“What're you askin' for, babe?”
“Some women don’t like it.” Where I loved to give it.
She ran her hand over my cheek and grinned. “Grady.” Hell, I loved hearin' my name on her lips. “I want you to taste me. My pussy needs the attention of your mouth. Can you do that for me?”
With wide eyes, I hissed, “Christ.” Giving her a quick, hard kiss, I moved down her body and spread her legs to accommodate my large frame as I laid my body down. I pulled her ass up with my hands and dove my face into her snatch. Even if my dick was beggin' to be where my mouth was lickin', bitin' and suckin', there was no way I was gonna miss out on the chance to taste her sweet juices. Because I knew once my cock got his way, we'd probably be over in a matter of seconds.
Dee's hands slid into my hair and held me tightly to her, but she needn't have worried—there was no way I was goin' anywhere until I felt her come on my tongue.
She moaned, hissed and swore as my lips, tongue and teeth drove her crazy.
To watch her beautiful body arch as she yelled my name was something else. And it was something I would never get enough of. She was sexy—a real, hot piece of work.
Fuck.
I was in trouble.
“Grady, damn, Grady, I'm gonna come,” she moaned.
Jesus, I was pretty sure I was gonna come myself. What didn't help was that I was thrusting my cock into the bed, and the friction of it, as well as watchin' and tasting her, wasn't doing me any good. I was seconds away.
“Do you wanna come on my tongue or my fingers?”
“Hell...oh, God. Um, fingers. I want your fingers. Is that okay?”
“As long as I get to clean it all up with my mouth, it’s fuckin' fine with me, darlin'.” I pulled my face back and inserted my fingers back into her tight pussy. She groaned loud and sweet as my fingers drove back and forth and my thumb rubbed at her clit.
“Grady, fuck. Faster, babe. Oh, hell.”
Shit, she was so damn hot.
Her eyes met mine and that was my undoing. As she came all over my fing
ers, I pumped my hips into the bed and blew my load all over the sheets, causing both of us to cry out. After she'd come down, I removed my fingers, and she watched me and whimpered as I licked them clean and then bent my head to clean away all her come with my mouth and tongue.
I got up on all fours, and made my way back up so I was over her where we'd started.
“Now it's your turn.” She grinned.
I felt my cheeks heat and I knew she'd seen them, because her eyes widened a fraction. “Too late, darlin'. Watching you and your hot body move under my face and fingers had me shoot my load onto the bed like some fuckin' eager teenager.”
Her mouth opened in shock. She threw her hand over her mouth to cover the giggle that escape, but it was too late; I'd heard it.
“You laughin' at me, woman?” I mock-growled. She nodded and rolled to her side, though she shouldn't have, because now I had the chance to smack her arse good and hard.
She stopped laughin' straight away and ended up moaning. “Fuck me. My darlin' likes rough play,” I groaned.
She looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Wanna try again, Mr Teenager?”
I rolled to the side and pulled her close. She rested her head on my chest. “Jesus. You're gonna kill my old body.”
“Don't say that.”
She sounded so serious I brought her head up with my hand under her chin to see the look on her face. She had said it with a sombre expression.
“Darlin'?”
“Please...fuck. Just don't say shit like that. I-I can't have you dying on me too.”
Stupid fuckin' dick—that’s what I was.
“Sorry, sweetheart.”
“Great.” she hit my chest. “Now I've put a downer on what was the best head-job in my whole life.”
I grabbed her hand and said, “No, you haven't. And seriously, best?”
“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. There still could be better out there.”
I rolled her on top of me so she lay flat along my body. My dick went straight to attention, but I wasn't gonna start anything again tonight. We needed to take this slow.
Instead, I smacked her arse again and growled at her lips, “You have been good and fucked by my mouth and fingers, darlin'. No one, and I fuckin' mean no one, is gonna have a chance to do the same while I'm in the picture.” I squeezed her arse in my hands. Her eyes widened. “You get that, darlin'? No one. Because I plan to stick around for a long fuckin' time. Now that I've tasted you, I want nothing else.”