He began to wipe my hair from my face. It was plastered there now. I wondered if my mascara was running, funny the things that women worry about. His hand trailed down my cheek and neck and rested right above my heart.
“You’re so beautiful. Lanie, please, I don’t know what to do here.”
I pushed up on my tippy toes and pressed my lips to his, sliding my tongue between them, silencing him. I could feel his whole body shake as he returned the gesture. We stood in the middle of a storm, making out with his hand over my heart and I was sure he could feel how strongly it was beating. Water began to drip off our noses and it made me giggle.
“You’re finding something funny?” His breath was warm and sweet and I felt myself longing for more of his kisses.
“We should go. I’m sure we would be more comfortable someplace other than out in a nor’easter.”
“I don’t want to leave this spot. Ever.”
“Location has nothing to do with it. I promise to pick this moment right back up where we left off.” I raised my right hand as I said it.
“Okay.” He looked up at the two houses, his being much closer.
“Shall we head over to your house?”
“What about Woof?” He sounded worried. It was cute.
“He is fed, warm, and safe; we can always get back there if we need to. We can call if it makes you feel better.”
“Yes, I’m sure he’ll answer and tell us everything is fine, so we don’t know he’s throwing a party with all his feline friends.”
“Maybe he’s only invited one special kitty over. “
“I know my eyes would like to see a special pu—” Grant cleared his throat and seemed to think better of finishing that statement. “My place it is. On the count of three; one, two, three.” He grabbed my hand and we made a dash for his house. By the time we reached the door, it looked like we had jumped into the ocean. We were both dripping wet, some of us, more than others. The thunder and lightning had picked up, and as we entered his dark house, it crashed, ushering us in faster. Divine intervention? Oh, I hoped so.
“We’re soaked. How about we take a hot shower and put something dry on?”
I must have had a shocked expression on my face because he quickly followed with, “You can use the guest bath and I’ll use the master bath.” And then he gave me the most adorable sheepish grin I had ever seen. I wanted to kiss him. So I did. We kissed in his hallway until a small swimming pool had formed under our feet from our dripping clothes.
“Maybe we should discard some of this clothing here so we don’t track it through the house.”
“Grant, I’d pretty much be in nothing but panties if I did that.” He groaned. Yes, he had just groaned. I smiled and started for the stairs. He stayed there for a moment, like he couldn’t move. “Um, are you coming?” He groaned again.
“Geez, subtle innuendo much? Come on.” But I had thought the same thing as soon as the words left my mouth. I smiled, secretly thinking if I had my way, he would be. He ran his hand over his face and then followed me up the stairs. He gave me a huge towel and told me he’d leave some appropriate clothes on the bed for me. That should be interesting. I tried to debate whether I wanted a hot shower or a cold one. I decided that no cold showers would be needed tonight.
The hot water felt good, but I didn’t want to waste one second of the night ahead of us. I showered quickly. Maybe too quickly, because when I came back into the guest room, Grant was placing a few small piles of clothes on the bed. He was only wearing a bathrobe. Grant wasn’t the bathrobe type, but Dane had given us all Turkish robes for Christmas the year before; nothing but the best for his pals. I entered the room in only my towel. We both stopped. I grasped the front of my towel and he wrestled the front of his robe to make sure it was closed appropriately.
This might be slightly awkward. We were both entering a territory neither of us had considered before. And of course we were thinking about how Dane would react and if we were doing the right thing. But it felt so right.
“I was just bringing you some things to choose from.” He was blushing.
“Let me see what you have there.” My mind was more focused on what was beneath his robe than any closet shopping he had done for me. I stepped closer and could feel the heat down below start to stoke. By the time I was beside him, it took all my strength not to throw him on the bed. His mind must have been in sync with mine because he reached out and grabbed the knot of my towel and pulled me close. My body was on fire. There was nothing but fluffy cotton between us. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. The ache was so real. I reached up and grabbed the edges of his robe and began to pull it open. He took my hands and stopped them.
“Lanie.” His voice was gentle and soothing. He was trying to slow things down.
“Grant, I’m sorry.”
“No, please don’t be sorry. I didn’t stop you because I don’t want to or because I don’t feel the same way.”
I sighed with relief.
“Okay. Back to clothes then?” On the bed was a pair of pajama pants, cozy soft socks, a Ginny-tee, a button down shirt and a tee shirt. Oh and one more thing, a pair of biker-briefs. I immediately picked those and decided to pair it with the button down shirt and socks. I could make this sexy. I would feel sexy wearing his briefs. He watched me pick out my outfit and smiled when I grabbed his underwear.
“Those are very comfy.”
“Yes, just like slipping into your skin,” I purred.
He smiled at me. “I’ll give you some privacy.” He gave me a wink and brushed the back of his hand across my collarbone from one side to the other. I took a deep breath as his fingertips hesitated right above the knot in my towel … then he dropped his hand, turned and left. I dressed quickly and then stopped by a large mirror to see if I had indeed achieved sexy. Yep, cute and sexy! I did a little excited dance.
I headed down the hallway past Grant’s room. His door was open, so I snuck a peek. I could see him. He was just pulling his sweats over his amazing behind! I should have blown off the mirror check. Two seconds earlier and I would have seen a new moon. He had no shirt on. I had seen him this way a hundred times, but tonight it made my head swoon. He started to move towards my direction and, not wanting to get caught, I turned quickly and ended up smacking my head on the door jam. It made a loud thump. He must have heard it, but I was already halfway down the stairs. Shortly after my escape, I heard Grant coming down the stairs.
“That storm must be knocking things into the house. Did you hear that huge thump?” He was laughing. Damn. I was caught.
“Funny, I didn’t hear a thing.”
“Really? You weren’t storm watching?” he smiled. I wanted to play, but not like this. I had other things in mind. I backed Grant up against the wall and pressed my body against his. “I can’t wait to see the storm in all its glory.” Then I reached back and grabbed his beautiful moon and pulled it tight against me. “If you know what I mean.” I reluctantly released it and headed towards his kitchen. I heard some air escape him and then he was right behind me.
“So how about some dinner?
“How about we just raid whatever munchies you have or heat up some leftovers, quick and easy? Maybe grab some liquor, or as I like to call it, Inhibition Remover.” I shot him a glance but he was no longer where he had been standing. He was now rummaging through his liquor cabinet. With our arms full, we descended into his living room. It was a great place to watch a storm. Where my living room had a glass wall, his was completely glass except for the ceiling. He began working on a fire while I laid out our feast. We talked and laughed while we picked at our food. Grant had chosen sparkling champagne to have with our buffet, and we sipped from our glasses until we had finished off the bottle and started on the next.
The storm was raging outside and lightning lit up the room. Along with candles and the fireplace, it was romantic. As moments passed, we moved closer together on the couch. Soon our legs were entwined. At this point my inhibitio
ns were almost out the door. I pulled away, leaned over to put my glass on the table, and made sure he could get a glimpse of my girls under my shirt. His eyes were in the right spot, but then he averted them.
I turned and began a very sexy cat-like prowl toward him on my hands and knees until I was basically in his lap. “So, I was thinking …” I ran my nose along his neck until my lips were right against his ear, “… about kissing you.” I sucked his earlobe into my mouth.
I felt his whole body lean into me, and seconds later, I was flat on my back and he was on top of me. I was impressed with his moves. He pulled my hands above my head and held them there. He covered my neck with small kisses while he spoke, each breath driving me further to the edge.
“Lanie, I can barely stand it. I want to feel you. I need to.” He pushed his hips against me. I moaned and softly pushed my hips back. Our kisses became more frantic. “God, Lanie, you’re driving me crazy.” He slid a hand up my shirt and stopped short of my breasts. He looked at me, I guessed for some type of permission.
“Touch me, Grant, any way you want. I want this.”
“Lanie,” he whispered, before crushing his lips to mine. Our tongues mingled while he matched the movements with his hands under my shirt and I arched my back, pushing my breasts further into them. He pulled himself up until he was straddling me. He slowly started to unbutton my shirt, caressing my skin as he uncovered it, savoring each inch with his hands and lips. It was amazing, bordering on agonizing, as I tried to maintain control.
I couldn’t take it anymore and pushed him back, tearing his shirt over his head. I needed to feel his skin against mine immediately. He looked as though I took him off guard. We were playing a push and touch game and it was exhilarating. I shoved my breasts against him. We both groaned together as our skin touched and our hands began moving everywhere. We were frantic, neither of us able to get enough of the other.
My blood was boiling with passion and couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to taste him, feel him in every way. My next push put him on his back and I was again the aggressor. I had to slow myself so I could tease him. All we could hear was the storm and our heavy breathing.
I ran my hands down him until I reached the string of his sweats. Neither of us took our eyes off each other. Pulling the string slowly, I backed myself down his legs until my lips had access to his torso. I licked and teased him, kissing and nibbling anywhere and everywhere, all the while still holding the string.
He ran his fingers through his hair and then pulled me up to him, grasping my face and kissing me deeply. When I say deeply, I mean emotionally deep. I could feel everything he felt for me in that kiss. I felt safe and wanted. I felt loved. My eyes welled up with tears as he pulled me close to kiss me again, gently this time.
I had never felt this way before and it was utterly overwhelming. Soon I was sobbing and I realized, or rather, admitted to myself, that I had always loved Grant differently, and here he was with me; he wanted me, wanted to treat me in a way no other man ever had.
“Don’t cry. I find it completely heartbreaking to see you hurt or sad in any way,” he told me.
We were facing each other, inches apart, both on our knees. My arms hung limp at my sides as I became lost in feeling only him. His hands moved to my shoulders and he gently pulled my shirt down over them, removing it and tossing it to the side. He continued to kiss me, despite my tears, until my cries were nothing but little gasps of breath.
He slowly and reverently ran his hands over my back and neck, never breaking our kiss. He laid me back and slid next to me. I hitched my leg around him and he grasped it with his strong arm, holding it there while he slowly began to grind against me. Small moans escaped us both as we mimicked making love. I could have done this all night, but soon felt his hands move downward and touch the waistband of the briefs.
“Lanie?” It was more of a rhetorical question. I couldn’t fathom this beautiful man, who could have any woman he wanted, whom I had known my whole life, needing to ask me for permission in any way, shape or form.
“Yes.”
I heard a whispered sound come from him, but couldn’t make out what he said, nor did I care at the moment. I just wanted to feel him.
He slid my bottoms off delicately; so sensual. And then I was bare underneath him. There was no awkwardness anymore, only he and I, as if it had always been like this between us. He slid his hand down my stomach slowly, right down to my folds. Once he touched me there, a wave of intense pleasure shot through my entire body. I held still, which at the moment was very hard to do.
He slid his fingertips up and down my lips. “Lanie, I can feel how much you want me.” He slid a finger inside me and I groaned and writhed under his touch. He watched his hand intently and licked his lips. I could feel him getting harder against my side, and reached to touch him as he pushed against my hand. I began to stroke him through his pants and he made another quiet sound.
Reaching again I grabbed the string once more, looked at him for sort of permission and he nodded with a soft smile. I pulled at them and he lifted his body so they could slide off easily.
Once we were both completely undressed, we stopped to just feel each other like this for a moment. The connection of our skin felt so good, the heat intense, and I could feel him against me, hard and hot.
We continued to touch and kiss and writhe until neither of us could take it any longer. Like our minds were connected, we rolled so I was on my back and I wrapped my legs around him. He was right at my opening but waited. I wanted to push him inside of me; the anticipation excruciating and totally hot. I hadn’t wanted anyone so badly in my entire life
He leaned up on his elbows and stroked my hair, nuzzling into my neck and whispered into my ear, “Lanie, I love you. I’m in love with you. It has always been this way for me.” And with that, he pushed inside me. I felt like my entire body was alight with lust and desire as he entered me, moving slowly in and out. I could feel every inch of him. He seemed to strain to keep his pace as I lifted my hips to move with his and we rocked together. We were one, completely one.
I didn’t even hear the storm anymore. My world at the moment was nothing but this, nothing but Grant making love to me. My heart strummed in my chest. There was no greater ecstasy, and if I died today, my life would feel complete.
He began more deliberate drives into me, faster and harder now. Muffled sounds of pleasure were coming from both of us. I felt myself edging closer to the brink of my climax. My stomach tightened and my body began to tense.
“Lanie, I want to hear you. I need to feel you come for me.” That was all it took. I felt my orgasm immediately respond to his command and wash over me, ripping through my entire being until I could feel it in my fingertips and toes. I felt myself tighten all around his increasingly hardening member and I screamed out his name as I grabbed his glorious ass and pulled him as deep inside me as was humanly possible. I wanted every single cell of him to be part of me.
I held him there as my body convulsed with the pure pleasure of him and then he was shuddering with me. “Oh, Lanie …” He pushed further inside me and with each surge, sending smaller waves of pleasure through me. Mini O’s. We grasped each other in bliss until our bodies had ceased their pulsing. He held me for a very long time after, stroking my hair and showering me with kisses. I returned every single one of his gestures.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m famished and I plan on a repeat performance, so we’ll need some sustenance.”
“Oh, Baby, I am so with you.” He threw on his sweatpants and I threw on his t-shirt because it smelled like him, and his briefs again. He growled and pulled me close.
“Grant, I am more than happy to forgo food if you’re ready to start all over again.” His stomach answered for him. We giggled and headed for the kitchen.
“Lanie, I have no words for what I’m feeling right now,” he said, but I understood, because I felt the same way.
“You know we need to talk about th
is. How to tell certain people?” He nodded. We needed to formulate a plan for telling Dane and what this all meant for us. I was not going to hide what I felt for Grant and there was no way I was ever letting him go.
“Yes. That is going to be quite a conundrum.” I shook my head at his formality.
“He’s going to freak out.”
“Maybe not; he does have Lori now.”
“So, do you think he just happened upon us at the stable today?
“I was wondering about that myself. No, it was unlike him. I’m not sure what prompted that.” The conversation about Dane ended and we continued our evening, never discussing these matters again. We laughed, chatted, ate, touched and stared into each other’s eyes.
Around 10pm, the phone rang. Grant pulled me into his arms. “Just let it ring.”
“That was my intention.” It stopped. Then it began to ring again. Stopped, and then rang again.
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