by Piper Frost
"Oh god," she moans, her hands scraping the rocks as her thighs start to tremble. "Oh fuck, Grant." She screams out through her orgasm, her knee slipping making her scream louder as her pussy milks my dick.
My arm wraps around her to keep her from falling completely to the rocks and I let go, slamming inside her as deep as I can as I come and grunt out her name. My forehead falls to the back of her shoulder and I can barely breathe but I feel some sort of relief from the anger while I catch my breath. Her fingers lace with mine as my hand stays wrapped around her, keeping her on her knees as I lean over her, trying not to collapse. We don't talk for several minutes until I push up and slowly stand. Blood rolls from my knee and I curse. I get stupid around this girl. That was fucking stupid. We could have fallen and gotten pretty fucked up.
"Are you okay?" I help her stand and look down at her legs seeing that she's bleeding. "Fuck, baby." I huff and squat to look at her knees. "I'm sorry." I look up at her pathetically, not sure why I let that anger build like that.
"No you're not. I'll be okay." She chuckles. "That was hot, but so fucking stupid. Can we just get to the top please?"
I stand and slide my hand to the back of her head, kissing her, inhaling a deep breath as my mind calms even more. She's a good aphrodisiac but a dangerous one.
We get to the top and I see she's got blood streaking to her feet and I hate myself for whatever just happened. I threw her off a fucking cliff and I told her I'd never let her get hurt. Now, there are many stipulations to that. Pain during sex isn't off limits, but not this kind of pain. I pull on my boxer briefs then yank my shirt from the ground and lean over the ledge to get it wet with the fall. I kneel in front of her again and start to clean the mess off her legs. I've got nothing to say and I don't want to see the look on her face so I keep my eyes on the scrapes that are cut into her flesh. Kissing the one gouge, I stand and pull on my shirt before handing her her own.
"Not jumping again, then?" She pulls her shirt over her head slowly.
"I'm hungry," I grumble. "Burgers?"
She smirks. "You know the way to a girl's heart, Grant Matthews." She pulls her shorts on and shakes her hair out before twisting it on top of her head.
"Gonna need more makeup." I put my finger on the hickey I left on her throat before I put my boots on.
Her fingers graze the area and she nods silently. We stay quiet the entire ride to Tommy's. When she gets off the bike, I take a minute. I need to change, but I've got dried blood on my hands from tending to her legs and it looks like I did attempt that murder. She walks in ahead of me and my eyes scan the area.
"Are you showering or just changing?" I ask her as we walk farther into the house.
"I just need to clean up a bit," she says, "I shouldn't be long. Maybe five, ten minutes."
"I'm gonna change. I'll meet you in..." I pause when Tommy and Affton come from the kitchen. I feel like our parents caught us and the look on Affton's face says exactly that. "I'll meet you in here," I finish my sentence before moving around her and heading for the room I have here. As I'm pulling on my boots, there's a knock at the door that I know isn't Carter's.
Tommy opens it a second later. "So what's goin' on, man?" He closes the door behind him and leans against it, blocking me in the room with his arms crossed in front of him. "Carter looks pretty beat up but wouldn't tell us anything. There was blood on her legs, Grant. What the fuck?"
I chuckle, trying to blow it off. "We went to the falls. Slipped on the rocks." I grab my wallet.
"You took her to the falls?" His eyebrows shoot up. "You, Grant Matthews, took a girl to a waterfall?" His face morphs into a wide ass smile. "Well holy shit," he mumbles, chuckling.
"What the fuck is the big deal?" I narrow my eyes with a smirk. Carter got weird about it too. It's a fucking waterfall. Not a goddamn million dollar vacation somewhere tropical or something.
"Nothin's a big deal." He grins at me, hands in the air like he surrenders then shoves them in his pockets. "Where you headed now?"
"Food. You two want to join? Bring out your bike. Double date." I freeze and quickly look at him. "Affton's my date though." I chuckle, trying to play it off.
He masks the shocked look on his face too late and shakes his head. "Affton's pretty pissed, dude. I think we'll sit this...date...out." He winks at me and grips the door handle. "Be careful." He pauses then brings his hand to the back of his neck. "On the bike and all."
"I wouldn't let her get hurt," I snap my response. "Fuck. Why do you two treat me like I'm incompetent? What's Affton got to be pissed about? Carter's a grown fucking woman and if she wants to hang with me, she can. There ain't shit between us other than sex and friendship. She's cool with it, tell Affton it's time she is too."
Tommy nods. "Yeah. Will do. Like I said, be careful." He swings open the door and heads into the hallway, leaving it wide open.
I lift my fist to punch the wall but stop, gaining control. I don't know why I'm suddenly full of angst. It's been a good fucking day.
By the time I brought her back home, it felt like a fucking date. She was clingy. We were touchy feely. It was a bunch of bullshit that I didn't catch onto until after we were back at Tommy's. I didn't stay. I put some distance between us for a few days until I could clear my head. She texted a few times, and I was too stupid to ignore her, but something's definitely changed between us and I've noticed my looming bad mood has continued.
We've hung out a few times, of course we had sex because I'm refusing to spend time with her without sex. That's the only thing I want from her. It's just a benefit that we’re friends. I've commented that all we are is fuck buddies and she went right along with it, but her behavior's telling me differently and I'm pissed. At myself. Because I keep letting it happen like this is something I actually want. And I don't! I fucking don't!
The pig is playing on the shore at the Kenshaw pond while I'm lying in the grass eating sunflower seeds and she’s on her back next to me staring up at the clouds.
"You take nature for granted growing up in the city," she says, sighing and shifting to her side to look at me. "I didn't actually think I'd end up loving it here."
I move to lean over her and kiss her. "You sure it's not just this dick you love here?" I rub against her thigh, sliding my fingers through her hair.
She hums and rubs against me. "Eh." Her eyes sparkle when she looks up at me but she blinks it away and gives her head a quick shake. "It's a pretty nice one."
"Pretty nice." I chuckle and roll to my back next to her, dropping another seed into my mouth, checking on the pig that's like a happy only child while her parents took her to the pond. Fuck. I'm not the pig's parent. This is Carter's fucking pet. I'm just here to get laid.
"More than pretty nice, okay?" She nudges me, crossing her legs over mine and reaching for the sunflower seeds. She pops one in her mouth then holds one out in front of me. "Open," she whispers, grinning when I raise an eyebrow. "I never thought I'd be saying those words to you!" She busts out laughing.
I laugh and pull her on top of me. "Me either. And I never thought I'd comply." I open my mouth and she drops the seed. I pull her hair back as it frames her face while she's staring down at me. "You open."
Her eyes search mine and she slowly opens her mouth without question.
"Tongue out." I wait until her tongue extends to a point and my dick throbs against her. Feeling it, she chuckles but keeps her tongue out. I pull her face toward me and suck her tongue into my mouth before twisting my tongue around hers. Normally she lets me keep the control but her lips slam to mine and the kiss deepens with lust and...something more I'm not trying to feel.
"I really, really love the country, Grant," she whispers then brings her fingers to my hair, sliding them through it before slowly tracing each eyebrow, then down my jaw and landing on my lips. Her eyes lock with mine and there's an emotion in them I'm not willing to accept. "Really love it."
I narrow my eyes, searching hers. There's something she's not s
aying. Something I don't want her to say.
The stupid girl fell in love with a wolf.
Fuck.
"How you been, baby sister?" Parker, my younger brother, answers my phone call with what sounds like annoyance.
"I'm older than you." I stretch out on my bed in my room. My room that's now upstairs in this kick ass area that I took over a couple days ago.
The minute I told Affton I wanted to move up here she started the transition. I think she realized I was itching to get a place that's more of my own and less like living under Mom and Dad's roof. I think we're okay. She's either warming to the fact that I've fallen for the only person she warned me against or she's accepted that she doesn't run my life, but either way I don't feel like I've disappointed her anymore.
Doesn't mean I want to talk to her about it, though.
My fingers trace the outline of Grant's name, permanently marked on my arm and I shake my head when my brother starts in on me.
"So you move to the middle of nowhere and forget about your family?" He knows exactly how to tug at my heartstrings. I didn't leave to ignore them. I left to find myself.
And find myself I did. In the form of enjoying being a sub to a very dominant man and loving country life way more than I thought I would.
"I'm sorry. It's been so busy." I sigh. "What's new with you?"
He starts in detail, telling me all about the job he got and how he wants to model too so he's been at the gym seven days a week. He's like that. Sets his mind to something and accomplishes it with a little hard work and a lot of pretty boy good looks. He's a jerk, but he's my brother and I'd kill for him if I had to.
"So what about you? Any cowboys sweep you away yet? Or you sticking to the city boys?" He laughs when I groan, a noise he knows means more than it sounds. "Uh oh. Spill, Carter Dawn."
I roll my eyes because other than my brother, the only person in the world to ever call me by my full name is the reason for this phone call in the first place.
"I met a guy."
A boisterous laugh comes through the phone. "I knew it!" he barks.
"Stop. He's...emotionally unavailable. We're just fuck buddies, I guess. But..." I bite my lip then continue to tell him all about Grant. The good parts. The weird parts. I leave out the gory details because most of them would make my brother get in the car and make the long ass drive here just to kick his ass.
"But you still fell for him?" His tone is almost sad. Like he pities me.
"Hard, Parker. So hard it's kind of insane."
"God, Carter, didn't we warn you about this? Those cowboys may look good but they're worse than the rich assholes that Cali breeds! You want me to kick his ass?"
"No." I laugh. "Honestly I know he feels something for me. It's there in the things he's said and the way he looks at me. I just...I don't think he even knows what those feelings are. He's had a rough go at life."
"So what do you want me to do? Because from the sound of it you know you shouldn't be this addicted to the man but you are. So it must be real?"
"Yeah," I mutter, picking at the corner of my pillow. "It's real, alright. Real fucking scary."
"Maybe I should come visit. You know. Intimidate him and all. Maybe it'll make him be nice to you."
Now's my turn to bark out a laugh. "Highly doubtful. He's almost ten years older than you and could probably snap you in half." I sigh. "I just...I don't know what to do."
The line falls silent and I squeeze my eyes closed.
I realize I'm fucked. I do. But I also like a good challenge. Grant's definitely a challenge, but I know somewhere in there there's more feelings than he lets on.
"What's that saying Dad says Mom used to repeat over and over?"
"Don't let your mind drive when love is the destination. That's the journey for the heart," we both say in unison and I smile softly.
"Don't overthink it, sis. You're a catch. If he's a smart man he knows it too."
I roll my eyes. That's just the thing. I'm not sure how smart Grant is.
I spend the next couple days leaving him alone because now I'm afraid I'll scare him away. He's been acting weird lately so when I text him after about four days of not hearing from him I hope for an immediate reply.
CARTER: Plans tonight?
I keep my phone by me for my entire, luxurious, bath waiting on a reply but nothing happens. An hour later and still no reply, I throw on some tiny shorts and an old t-shirt and park myself in front of the TV in the main living room. I could use my floor and all my new awesome space, but this TV is kickass and for once Tommy's not whining that he's not able to watch his shows. Affton's been working nonstop lately on promoting this new line but Tommy took her out today for a day off and for the first time since I've been here I have the house to myself. It's almost lonely here. I'm into my third episode of Say Yes To The Dress when I hear the front door open and glance at my phone. I guess they called it an early day.
"Hey, guys! This girl just picked out the worst dress ever!" I pop another chip in my mouth and cringe when she puts the dress on and loves it. "Idiot."
"Not surprising. Women usually have bad taste," Grant says, walking into the room with something pink in his hand. "Is it worse than this dress I picked up for Bacon?"
My eyebrows shoot up and I freeze. "You got Tink a dress?" God, stop being so sweet and then so fucking...weird! "She's just going to get it muddy." I laugh, standing from the couch.
"I promised Annie Kenshaw I'd get her pictures of Bacon in a dress for a report she's doing in school. So." He holds it up and I try not to swoon too hard. At least not outwardly.
"Great," I chirp, then try to tamp down the excitement. "Hey, thanks for replying to my text, by the way."
"I was busy." He shrugs and tosses the dress on the couch before reaching for the chips. "This your evening? Ugly wedding dress show and a bowl of chips? You're an exciting girl, Carter Dawn."
"Don't make fun. At least I'm not out screwing the rest of the town," I mutter, wishing I hadn't just opened up this topic. It never ends well.
He pops a chip in his mouth and his gaze slowly leaves me to look at the TV again. "You could be though. I don't know why you wouldn't." He brushes his hands together before going into the kitchen.
I watch him go and wonder if he's been out screwing half the town. Or the whole town. But I don't have the right to ask that and I don't know if I even have the right to care. Grant's been nothing but open about what he expects from this since the beginning. I'm just the idiot that fell in love with a very unavailable...wolf.
"So what are your big plans tonight, then?" I ask, walking into the kitchen and halting when I see the beer bottle in his hand. My eyes narrow at it then they hit his gaze. I'm stuck. I want to say something, but I don't want to pry and be annoying either.
"I had plans tonight but she blew me off so I came over." He shrugs and takes a drink.
"To..." I feel like I could cry and I fucking hate it. I don't cry over men. God, my brother would hate me for this. "Drink? You're sad you're not getting any tonight so you're just going to revert back to your old ways?" I snap. "God, Grant! You haven't even gotten your planes back!" I need to cool the fuck off but the man is infuriating!
"It's a fucking beer, Carter Dawn. Calm the fuck down." He slams it to the counter, the bubbles climb up the neck. "And I plan on getting some tonight." He stalks toward me, his fingers thread into my hair and he pulls me against him. "That's why I'm here."
My body reacts to him the way it usually does, but my mind's screaming at me to stop and my heart's screaming at me to tell him the truth. A war he probably doesn't even notice.
"Your first whore for the night cancelled so you came here to the one you knew didn't have anything better going on?" I hate myself sometimes for letting him do this, but love makes you do absolutely crazy things.
He chuckles and scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip before looking at me again. I'm still being held against him and I can feel his chest rising and falling.
"She's not a whore. You're my whore. And you'll never have anything better than me going on so I figured I'd stop in." He gives me a shitty grin.
He's right. And I hate it.
"I'm glad you did," I say, not sure what part of my body won out on that battle. "I was getting pretty lonely here." Fuck, I want to dislike this man. I wish I did, it'd make fucking him so much easier. Turning off my feelings for him isn't easy, especially when he talks to me like I'm the only girl he needs.
"Let's play a game." He lets me go and starts looking around. "You say yes and we'll get to the good part." He heads into the living room.
"I think you know how I feel about your little games." I bite my lip, following him and watching as he peruses the room. "All this stuff's Affton's though, Grant." I laugh, knowing exactly what he's doing and getting way too turned on.
"It's easier if you come to my place. A lot more I can stick inside you. But someone doesn't like to come to my place." He grabs the remote and turns off the TV before looking it over.
"Grant," I mutter, eyeballing the remote in his hand. "You're not seriously considering that, are you?" A remote! He's lost his shit! And...I think I have too because the pulse between my legs is so intense I feel like one good rub would have me coming. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Take off the fucking shorts and shut up." He won't look at me and he starts to wipe it off with his shirt.
I slowly obey. There's something about the tone he gets that turns me into this girl I've never known. A girl that likes to comply and obey and that doesn't want to push the limits. Even though that's not who I am in real life, something about Grant turns me into her and I can't say I hate it. I stand here, bare from the waist down, and a shiver runs through me because if Tommy and Affton were to come home right now they'd definitely have a sight in front of them.
"Can we go upstairs?" I whisper.