The Cliff

by Gucker, Christie A. C.

  “Tea?” I meekly said.

  “That would be nice. Have you eaten anything?”

  “Toast.”

  “Sam?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did she offer you chocolate, too? She only pulls out the chocolate covered stuff when it’s bad. It can’t get worse than this.”

  I smiled despite myself. Just being in the room with Grant made my heart flutter even under these circumstances. Hell, it could be the end of the world and he would make my heart feel like pudding. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted to have some part of me touching some part of him. I wanted to know what the hell Lori was doing at his house dressed in nothing but a towel.

  “Lanie, I don’t really know how to start.”

  “Us talking. Right. Yeah, me neither.”

  “I have an idea. One-for-one?”

  “Perfect.”

  We got our tea and sat down on the couch, on opposite ends, facing each other. I had my knees pulled up to my chest and he just fidgeted. And at the same time, we both said, “You go first.” And then we both giggled. Then we did it again.

  “You go first, Grant.”

  “Ladies first.”

  “Fine. Why the hell was Lori in your room wearing only a towel?” Guess I was playing hardball. He asked for it. Although I felt bad, I wanted to know.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Tell me that is seriously not your answer.”

  “Lanie, it’s my only answer. I have no clue. I came out of the shower and she was there, like that, until she opened the towel. And then you were there.”

  “So why did you call her and ask her to come over?”

  “I didn’t. I told you, she was there when I got out of the shower. I never called her.”

  “Did you like what you saw?”

  “What?”

  “Under the towel, Lori in all her naked glory with perfect boobs.”

  He chuckled. I was not laughing at all. There was nothing funny about any of this. “Lanie, there is no one more beautiful in my eyes than you. You are the only one I want to be towel peeping. Do you understand me? Not Lori, not anyone; only you and your breasts. They’re exactly what I like. Beautiful. Every part of you.”

  I was blushing. I knew it, feeling warm all over. I was suddenly very aware of my cleavage, as was Grant, who was staring at my girls with a crooked smile. “That’s a good enough answer for me right now. Your turn.”

  “I need to know about the, well, you were with Da—I have no idea how to ask you this.” He looked down at his feet. He looked like a ball of messed-up hotness.

  “I got it.” How the hell was I going to explain this so I didn’t mess the hotness up any more? “Here goes. I thought he was you.”

  “Tell me that is seriously not your answer.”

  “Only one I got.”

  And I braced for something. Not sure what, but I would take it. I would take anything he had to give me. I wish he were giving me some of his hotness right here on the couch. What was wrong with me? Why was I thinking about sex with him? Damn. He wouldn’t even look at me.

  “You thought he was me. So you had sex with him.”

  “Grant. No, it wasn’t like that. I was out of it. I honestly didn’t realize.”

  “So, it was like it is with me?

  “No. Don’t do that.” How could he possibly think that? He looked so hurt. I moved closer to him on the couch and put my hand on his knee. He looked up at me for just a second.

  “Look at me.”

  “Lanie, I can’t get it out my head. Seeing him make love to you. If you can call it that.” He still wouldn’t look at me.

  “Grant, please. How can I bleach that from your brain? Tell me how.”

  “I can’t stand the thought of another man even looking at you in the wrong way. Let alone …” I moved closer.

  “I felt the same way when I saw you with Lori. Even during dinner the other night. Sweet breast meat my ass!” Now he looked at me and he moved closer. And the discussion got heated.

  “You can’t possibly compare the two.” I moved closer still. We were practically shouting over each other.

  “How can you say that?” He moved closer.

  “You had sex with him!” Closer, complete frustration on both sides.

  “But I thought it was you. I wanted to be making love to you. I still do. Right now.”

  “So do I!”

  Suddenly he reached out and pulled my face to his and his lips were on mine, furious and desperate and oh so good. I feverishly kissed him back and couldn’t get enough of the taste of him. His hands slid down my neck to my shoulders and he pulled me tight against him so we were on our knees facing each other. I moaned a bit too loudly. His tongue shot into my mouth, so I shot him back. I curled my hands into his hair and held his face to mine while he ground us together. God, I wanted him so badly it was like a sea between my legs. We were panting, staring into each other’s eyes, almost daring the other one to start. And then suddenly clothes were flying everywhere. I saw Woof run for cover from the garment storm.

  His hands were all over me and I wanted them to be. I grabbed him and began stroking him in my wettest direction.

  He groaned and then sucked and bit my neck hungrily, which drove me insane, so I stroked him faster, pulling him closer.

  “Fuck, Lanie. I want you now.”

  Steadying myself against his shoulders, I threw a leg over the couch, giving him full access. He plunged inside me; my entire body flushed with heat and desire as he drove into me. He held me so close.

  “Lanie, I want to be the only man you’re ever with again. I want to be the last man who’s touched you in any way.”

  I stopped him but didn’t want to lose the feel of him connected to me in this intimate way as it made everything feel honest and real. There were no doubts about how we felt about each other at this moment. I held him to me; held him inside me. It must have been torture for both of us to remain still.

  “Grant. I only want you, not anyone else. I have only ever wanted you.” I poured my soul into his eyes and then released him. He didn’t move at first, and then one hand went around my waist and the other around my neck.

  Pulling me into a deep kiss, he began slowly moving inside me, making love to me with so much emotion I felt my heart burning in my chest.

  He lowered us down so I was on my back and I wrapped my legs around his amazing body. I wasn’t ever letting him go and never going to let this moment end. I didn’t want to ever be without him.

  “Grant. I love you.”

  This statement alone made him groan deeply. Pinning me beneath him, he made love to me, letting me feel every ounce of emotion he had for me down to my very core. Every cell of my body was on fire for him. There could be nothing deeper. We were one and I finally felt whole.

  Time stood still as I felt myself getting lost in him and my body did, too. When my orgasm hit me, it completely washed over my entire body. I think my brain actually came, too.

  “Grant.” His name was all I could say. His body tensed with mine and he came with me, his body shuddering with each thrust deep inside me.

  “Lanie, I love you. I love you,” he whispered over and over.

  “Forgive me. Please just tell me you forgive me.” I couldn’t stand the thought of him picturing me with Dane. It made me feel like I had betrayed him. He leaned up onto his elbows and looked down at me, pushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear, finishing with a caress down my cheek. His beautiful eyes bore down on me; his face was so perfect. We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other and not letting go.

  I felt a flutter in my stomach.

  “I can’t …

  Chapter 12

  Slow Down There, Ricochet Rabbit

  “… be without you. The thought of it alone kills me. I die a little bit inside every time you leave the room.”

  “Oh Grant. I have no words. You just made me so happy. Not the part about you dying a little or anything; i
t just makes me feel so loved.”

  He laughed his wonderful soft laugh and kissed me. We lay naked together, wrapped up in a cozy blanket on my couch. We stared at each other, holding on and not letting go, until the phone rang.

  “Let it ring.”

  “I’d love to.”

  “Answer it.”

  “I’d love to.” I grabbed the phone and looked at the caller ID. It was Jack. I hadn’t spoken to him since I had returned from traveling.

  “Hey, Dad.”

  “Hi ya, Lanie. Nice to call your old dad once in a while.” Grant was close enough to hear.

  “I figured you were out fishing or something.”

  “Yeah, well. I’m not catching anything down here, so I was thinking.”

  “I love when you think. What were you thinking?”

  “I was thinking of doing some cliff fishing. You up for a visit? Maybe have a house guest for a bit?”

  “Really? When would you come?” I covered the phone and mouthed, “My dad is coming to stay with me”.

  “Exceptional. You’ll stay with me at my place then,” Grant mouthed back and started nuzzling my breasts. This conversation just got more fun.

  “I was thinking of coming in a few days.” Grant started to move down my body. I immediately spread my legs for him. I could feel him smile against my skin, his breath alone driving me insane.

  “Coming in a few days? Not coming sooner?” Now I felt him growl into me as he began making slow lazy circles over my sex with his tongue.

  “Oh, you want me to come sooner?”

  “The s-s-s-sooner the b-b-better.” My stutter made Grant pick up the pace. My girl parts were throbbing in the most wonderful of ways.

  “Are you all right, Lanie?”

  “Oh yeah, um, Dad. I’m just phenomenal.” Grant dipped his tongue between my lips and I arched my back to give him better access. Plus, I couldn’t help myself. I was seriously enjoying this phone call. He licked and ran his tongue up and down and in and out.

  A quiet moan escaped me and Grant growled again and sucked my lips into his mouth. I didn’t know if I could speak.

  “Lanie?”

  “Dad.”

  “Lanie, are you listening to me? You sound preoccupied.”

  “Nope. I’m listening. I just got lost in the view from my living room,” I said, watching Grant’s mouth on me. He looked up; his eyes dark and lust-filled. He gave a sexy smirk and then dove back in. I melted at both ends.

  “So, I won’t be coming alone.” I rocked my hips and Grant grabbed my ass, holding me to his face, fucking me with his mouth. I was inching towards coming and fast.

  “Not coming alone,” I said breathily into the phone.

  “Umm. No.”

  “Oh!” I was inching closer and closer and Grant was working harder and harder. Speaking of hard, I could see he was enjoying this phone call, too.

  “Don’t you want to know who’s coming with me?”

  “Oh God, yes. Yes. Yes. Who else is coming?” I’m sure that answer was probably a bit overboard for the conversation on the phone, but not the one between my thighs.

  “Ooookaaay. I’m bringing the Bennetts and the Voights with me.”

  And that was it. I came hard and my entire body shook. Grant wouldn’t release me and he pressed his lips harder to my sex and drove his tongue in and out in time with the waves of my O. I stifled a scream.

  “Oh. That’s so good. Yeah. Mmm.”

  “Well I’m glad to hear it’s exciting you so much.” And a second wave hit me. A multi O. Yes!

  As I started to come down, I realized what he had said.

  “Wait, what?” I panted. “What did you say? All the parents are coming?” Grant’s tongue stopped cold and he cocked an eyebrow my way.

  “Yep. We figured we’d stay at our old houses with our kids so we can annoy you, and have some fun. It’s been too long.”

  “Wow. Dad. That’s great. And you’ll be here this week?”

  “We’ll all be there Wednesday.” Holy shit. That gave me only two more days to have Grant in every single room in both our houses, multiple times. There was complete silence on my end, as I was too busy trying to figure out how to sneak out and to make love to Grant every night. It was like I was in high school, except I didn’t do that in high school.

  “Yeah, we thought it would be great to have the family all together for your birthday. You know, have dinner every night at one of our houses, card games, everything. Let’s have some good quality time. And we all want to see how the business is going, too.”

  Crap. It was the only thing running through my head, and crap, my birthday too. I felt one of my breasts being nibbled on.

  “How long are you coming for?” I said while Grant continued to suckle me.

  “We figured about a week, maybe two.”

  “Wow. I have a lot to take care of then. Better let me go.”

  “Lanie, it’s only Sunday. You have a few days.”

  “But I have to shop and clean and do a few other things.”

  “Well, don’t go all overboard now. That’s still like being home for all of us. Can you pass the word on to the boys?”

  “Sure, Dad, I’ll tell Grant and Dane.”

  “Hi, Jack,” Grant called from my breast.

  “Oh, is Grant there? He was so quiet I didn’t know.”

  “He was a bit distracted, Dad, working on something for me.” I bit my bottom lip and gave him my best ‘I want more sex’ eyes.

  “Well, you tell him the good news and I’ll see you in a few days. Pierre already has our flight info, so no worry about picking us up. Sound good?”

  “Sure, Dad.”

  “Well, um, love you, Lanie.”

  “Love you too, Dad. See you Wednesday.” As I hung up, Grant dove on me. He began showering my body with kisses.

  “Babe. We need to talk. I can’t talk like this.”

  “Yes. You seemed a little tongue tied a few times there.”

  “Every phone call should be like that. I should hire you to sit under my desk all day.”

  “Gladly.” He licked my stomach like a lollipop. It tickled in all the right ways so I grabbed the hair on the top of his head, debating whether to pull him or push him down to dine some more. I pulled him up.

  “Ouch.”

  “Oh, sorry. Let me give you some pleasure with that pain.” I kissed him and ran my hands down to his boys, fondling them for a bit until they tightened against his body.

  “Please, feel free to pull my hair any time you like, then.” He smiled.

  “Seriously though, our parents are coming; all of them. How the hell are we going to explain what’s going on here? We haven’t even spoken to Dane yet.”

  “Speaking to Dane wasn’t what I had in mind,” Grant growled, as I was still playing with him below.

  “Grant.”

  “Fine. But not right now. I’m liking the conversations here much better.” He drooled the sentence out.

  “Do we tell them about us? Or do we wait? What do we tell them about us?” I had no idea where things actually stood. I wanted to know what it meant to him.

  “Lanie, we tell them we’re in love. That we’re together.”

  “It’s not that simple. Wait, we’re together? Exactly how would you categorize us?”

  Grant smiled and rolled his eyes. “We’re going steady. Exclusive. You and me. Toi et nul autre. Man and woman as one,” he said and then kissed my nose and giggled. “I can dig out my high school ring and you can wear it around your neck if you’d like.” A ring from Grant. I got all giddy inside. It could be a gumball machine ring and I would be in heaven as long as it came from Grant.

  “That’s not really necessary.” I laughed with him, but I still wanted it. “But can we just ease them into it? I’m really not sure how Jack will react. And then there’s Dane to deal with.”

  “Slow down there, ricochet rabbit. You’re all over the place. We’ll handle it however you want. But we w
ill tell them. We have to eventually.” Now my mind was really racing. Why did we have to tell them eventually? Was he in this forever? I sure was.

  “First things first. I think I need to call someone now.” And he gave me a double eyebrow salute.