Sweet Promise (The Grahams Book 1)

by Jennifer Woodhull

  “Damn straight!” Celia added.

  “But a lot of that was because of things that happened…I’m becoming a different man, now. I will do everything in my power to be worthy of her.” I took Georgia’s hand in mine and as I looked at her beautiful face, I couldn't help bus smile.

  “Good enough for me, then. So long as we’re clear.” Adam said, and I nodded in agreement.

  “Yes sir, very clear indeed,” I replied.

  “Okay, really gotta go now, ya’ll. Love ya.” Georgia said, waving, and they all hung up.

  “Well, that was terrifying,” I sighed, slouching back into my chair.

  “Try growin’ up with that. And he means it, too. Daddy don’t play.” Georgia smirked.

  “Belle, that accent though! You do realize how heavy it is when you talk to your family. It drives me absolutely mad!” I went to kiss her, and she stopped me.

  “Well, if you will get your shit, we can board this plane and get to Munich, and I’ll talk southern as much as you want, but we need to get a move on!” She winked at me, gathering up her bag.

  We made it to the gate with just a few minutes until time to board. As we stood, waiting for the desk to call for first class to board, a couple of young French girls walked up to us. “We are so very sorry,” one of them started, her English words dripping with French affectation, “We do not want to bother you, but was hoping we could ask from you for a photo?”

  “Yes, we are always watching your show – it is our favorite,” she looked at her friend and beamed back at us.

  “Sure thing, darlings,” I dropped my bag beside my feet and stepped forward.

  “Thank you so much! You will take the picture, no?” The first girl handed me her phone, and the girls flanked Georgia. Georgia realized what was happening and laughed wildly and I rolled my eyes playfully. She threw her arms around the girls, and I snapped several photos. “Thank you, thank you!” They both told her.

  “Thank ya’ll for watchin’,” Georgia replied, “and keep an eye out for my new show with Lucas Nash here,” she pulled me beside her, “In the fall! It’s called We’ll Bite! Thank ya'll both so much!”

  The girls walked off giggling, and the airline desk agent called us to board the flight. I popped our bags in the overhead bin and plopped down into the seatbeside Georgia. “Now, now,” she said, “That’s never happened before. Could you let me have my moment, please?” She gave me a coy smile.

  “You are right, of course. Annoyingly so, but still.” I said playfully as I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to me, kissing the side of her head. “You should have people clamoring to get photos and autographs, you know. You’re smart, and talented, and incredibly kind. There’s going to be a lot more of this. Your star is going to shine brightly for a long time. I’m just happy to be able to stand close enough to bask in your glow.” I winked at her.

  “Thanks, Luc,” she said. “I think we make a pretty good pair, ya know.”

  “We do,” he replied. “Besides, I have to be supportive. Your father is absolutely terrifying.” I winked, and we both laughed.

  She settled back into the crook of my arm, and our flight began to taxi. As we took off, I looked down at the city that had meant so many different things to me over the years. I had shared a home with Simone in Paris. It was also where she had betrayed me. Now, all of that was finally starting to feel like it was behind me. My memories of Paris now would be filled with Georgia. Walking hand-in-hand through the streets, eating and drinking in the cafes, and kissing by the Seine. I looked over at her as she thumbed through the airline magazine she had found in the seatback pocket. She was incredible, and I was finally starting to feel like she was really going to be mine.

  CHAPTER 14

  Georgia

  The crew gathered at the hotel check-in desk and got their rooms situated. Lucas was in such a great mood, he offered to take everyone to dinner to celebrate having wrapped Paris so quickly and with such excellent results. He made a quick phone call and secured us a table at a newer, upscale restaurant called Atelier. We all agreed to meet back downstairs in an hour to head back out to dinner.

  “I’m going to just turn in, I think. Thanks, though,” John said as he grabbed his bag.

  “Oy! Hold up!” Lucas said and chased after him. I hung back to give the two men some privacy. I couldn’t hear the exchange, but John made a hand motion in my direction a few times. They became more vocal until finally, I heard Lucas say, quite loudly, “It’s not the bloody same! We were kids!” He threw his hands up and walked back to me. John turned and headed toward the elevators.

  “I want to ask if everything’s okay, but I see it’s not,” I said.

  “He’s being an asshole, that’s all.” Lucas dismissed me, then thought the better of it, and decided to let me in. “For some reason, he's a sensitive little prick about all of this. Don’t worry, darling. He’ll get past it. Just give him some space.” He kissed me on the cheek and went to get our room keys.

  As we made our way up to the top floor of the hotel, I noticed that Lucas had not given me a little folder for my room keys. “So, I don’t have one of those?” I pointed to the little envelope in his hands.

  “Sure you do,” he handed me one of the two keys from the folder. “I made a change to our room assignments. I hope you won’t mind?” He crooked an eyebrow up at me. I giggled in response, understanding what he had done.

  We stepped through the door, and I found the room even more beautiful than the ones we had been in during our stay in Paris. It was large and had a completely separate sitting room in the front, and a king bed in the bedroom in the back. “It’s beautiful!” I said as I walked through to the bedroom and set down my small bag. A moment after we walked in, there was a knock at the door as the bellman brought up the larger pieces of luggage.

  “Come on, let’s get changed so we can have dinner with the crew,” Lucas said. He put my suitcase on the little stand so I could retrieve what I needed, and tipped the bellman as he left.

  “Sure thing,” I said, pulling my sweater over her head, and standing in just my jeans and bra with my back to Lucas. I looked over my shoulder at him coyly, wrinkling my nose, and grinning.

  “You’re killing me, Belle! You are so going to pay for that later.” He groaned playfully and opened his suitcase.

  “Promises, promises,” I said, laughing, as I pulled the dress over my head, and stepped out of my jeans. I went into the bathroom with my makeup bag to freshen up before dinner.

  Dinner with the crew was relaxed and fun. “No wonder you two were never up for late-night drinks,” Pierce said, “You couldn’t wait to ditch us!” They all laughed.

  “Still can’t wait to ditch you,” Lucas said playfully.

  “Any man who’s really taken with a woman can’t hold his shit together,” Ian said. “Take Ryan, for example. He thinks we don’t know he’s in love with Sarah,” he turned Ryan, “I get it, mate, you’ve got to protect your interests, but it doesn’t matter whether the ink on the papers is dry or not, you’re in love with that girl and it’s all over your face.” He pointed at Sarah whose mouth was agape.

  Ryan threw his hands up in the air. “Guilty as charged! But for the love of God, please don’t tell that bitch Eileen! I’d like to be able to afford a place for us to live when it’s all said and done.” He looked at Sarah and put his hand on her thigh. She put her hand on top of his.

  “Yeah, it’s alright, Ryan. There’s something you don’t know.” Sarah said, looking at me with a wink. “I’ve got family money. Let the bitch have the three-bedroom ranch. We’ll be fine.” The whole table roared with laughter.

  Back at the hotel, we all said our goodnights in the lobby. Sarah hugged me tightly and whispered, “I’m so happy for you,” in my ear before she and Ryan stepped out onto their floor, leaving Lucas and me in the elevator. The ride up the next three levels to our room seemed endless.

  “Mind if I take a quick shower?” I asked as we ste
pped through our door.

  “Not at all…just don’t take too long,” Lucas replied.

  Lucas had changed for bed and sat in the little sitting room while I got ready for bed. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw he had set a handful of condoms on the nightstand on one side of the bed. This was the night, after all.

  After I freshened up, I walked into the sitting area where Lucas was and stood in front of him in a short, strappy nightgown. I had washed off my makeup and taken a quick shower. My curls were a mess. It was all the real me. He stood up and whistled. “You are sex on legs, Belle!”

  When he stood up, our difference in stature was emphasized. He had a foot on me, at least. He hadn’t shaved that morning and had a delicious layer of stubble on his strong jaw. His brown hair was messy, standing up in places all over his head, and it shone with little hints of copper. He was wearing only a pair of cotton sleep shorts. I ran my eyes across his broad shoulders, then down his muscular chest and ripped abs. I could feel the desire for him pooling in my belly.

  He took my hand, but I was a little hesitant. “What’s wrong?” He said.

  “I don’t know!” I said, laughing a little. “I’m crazy nervous!” I shrugged and shook my head a little.

  He stepped forward, sliding his palm around the back of my neck, caressing my jaw with his thumb. “I want you so badly, I can hardly stand it. You know that.” I nodded. “I’m not going to hurt you, Belle, but if you want to wait…I’ll try my best to be patient.”

  I shook my head. “No, I don’t wanna wait. It’s just…I don’t wanna disappoint you.”

  “What?!” He said incredulously. “Never, never, never,” he said quietly, putting his lips to mine. “Never think that. You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried, darling.” He kissed me, and my body melted against his touch. He scooped me up into his arms, eliciting a squeal from me, and carried me to the bedroom. “Remember when I caught you that first day we screen tested together? I held you like this then.”

  “I do remember,” I said, “and even then, I wished I could’ve stayed there in your arms a little longer.” I crinkled my nose, grinning. And the spot between my legs was as wet then as it is now, I thought.

  He deposited me onto the bed and climbed up to straddle me on his hands and knees. His eyes were full of desire, and I knew mine must be too. He sat back, and pulled me into a sitting position, kissing me passionately. I pulled the little nightgown off over my head.

  “Wow,” he said as his eyes scanned my breasts, then my belly before his eyes landed on my neatly trimmed sex. “You are…exquisite. Truly,” he said. I blushed a little, but while I felt exposed, I also felt sexy and empowered by the lust in his eyes.

  “Mm, no pants, then?” He said, noting my lack of underwear.

  “Seemed a little unnecessary.” I grinned, reaching over to pull down his shorts. He stepped off the bed and stepped out of them, and the sight of him made me lick my lips. He was fully hard, and his thick member was intact, which I hadn’t expected. I had only been with a few guys, and they were circumcised. I wondered for a moment if it would feel any different.

  He joined me on the bed and began kissing my neck and throat. I purred in response as I ran my fingers through his hair. My body was tense, my nerves still getting the better of me in spite of my desire. Lucas stared into my eyes. “You don’t have to be strong, baby. I’ve got you. Let everything go.”

  I ran my hands through his hair, and my body responded, relaxing under his deft touch. He moved his lips down my chest, taking the hard bud of my nipple between his lips, and I writhed in response. He looked up, never moving his lips, and caught my eyes. Then he opened his mouth wider, and took in my whole nipple, sucking hard. “Ohh,” I cried out a little, pulling his face deeper against me. He slid his hands up around my shoulder to support me, then moved to my other breast, licking the nipple, then blowing on it gently, causing it to stiffen in response before taking it in his mouth, sucking greedily.

  As his tongue danced on my flesh, his lips eliciting pleasure, he moved his hand down my body caressing first the outside of my hip, then up the inside of my thigh. He ran his fingers to the hard bundle of nerves at the top of my sex and began to rub, gently, up and down. I drew in a breath, my body alive with sensations. He slid his hand down further, one finger of his big, strong hand finding my readiness and moving inside of me.

  As he moved his finger in and out, I leaned my face forward and buried it in his hair as he continued to suck my breast. “Oh, Luc, that feels so…,” I couldn’t finish the words.

  “You feel so incredible,” he said, leaving my breast to look at me as he slid a second finger inside of me, crooking it to intensify the sensation, and I threw my head back as my pleasure climbed. “You look so beautiful right now,” he said as he scanned my face.

  He pulled his hand from me, and I pouted a little at the loss.

  He put the two fingers that he had used on me in his mouth and sucked my juices from them. “Mm, and you taste so damn good,” he said, giving me the dirtiest look I had ever seen. His eyes were on fire, and I wanted him desperately. I leaned up and grabbed his face, crushing my lips against his, our tongues dancing against each other.

  I moved my legs a little, and he positioned himself between them. I could feel the tip of his hard cock brushing against the inside of my thigh, and I wrapped a leg around his torso putting my foot up high onto his lower back.

  “Mm, aren’t we flexible,” he said.

  “Didn’t I mention?” I said feigning innocence, “I took dance and gymnastics my whole life, and cheered all four years of high school. I may be a little out of practice, but I’ve still got some moves.” I gave him a dirty grin.

  “That right? Well, I’ve got a few moves of my own,” he said coyly.

  “Mm, then you should show me,” I said, moving my hips to urge him closer. “I want you so damn bad” I whispered in his ear.

  “Tell me again,” he said, “you know what I want to hear.” He smiled smugly.

  I raked my nails across his back as I rotated my hips again. I took his face in my hands and brought it to mine. “I want you, Lucas Nash. I want you deep inside of me.” I dragged my tongue across his jaw and kissed him, nibbling on his bottom lip. He leaned back, grabbing one of the condoms from the nightstand with urgency. He pulled it from the package, rolling it carefully down his thick member.

  He positioned himself back on top of me, and I could feel the cool tip of the rubber grazing against the moistness of my opening. I opened my legs wider, beckoning him. I kissed him passionately, and he moved forward a little, positioning himself at the threshold of pleasure.

  “You are so damn sexy, Georgia,” he said. “I have wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” He pushed forward a little, the tip of his manhood at my opening.

  I nodded. “And now, you have me,” I said breathlessly. With that, he thrust inside me. I threw my head back, raking my nails across his back as my body arched. My mouth was agape, stunned at his size and the degree of pleasure I felt with that first motion.

  He slid slowly in and out of me. “You feel incredible,” he moaned breathlessly, “Are you alright?” He asked. I nodded silently, shifting my hips to meet his thrusts. He began to move faster, still pushing deep. As he found his rhythm, I began to tense up, bearing down on his cock from deep within. “That’s it, baby, I’ve got you…let go…let go…,” he said softly.

  My body soon shook with pleasure as I wrapped myself around him, my muscles vibrating with intensity.

  I relaxed a little, the tingling still rippling through my belly, and he slowed his movements to give me a moment’s respite from the intensity of the sensation. I brought my hands around to his face, scratching the stubble of his cheeks with my nails, and kissed him deeply. “That was so fuckin’ incredible,” I said, “I can’t believe how good you feel inside of me.” I had my forehead to his and grazed his lips with mine.

  “Come for me again, Belle,”
he said, “Come with me, baby.” I nodded and moved one leg. He reached down and crooked his arm under my knee to change the angle of his thrusts. I laid my head back again, and he could tell that the angle let me feel him even more deeply. He leaned forward more, urging himself deeper inside of me. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said. With that, he stopped holding back, and pounded into me over and over, rocking my entire body with every movement of his muscular form.

  “Oh,” I cooed into his ear, “Luc, you feel...oh...I’m gonna come...,” I said, still moaning into his ear. I rolled my hips, meeting his movements.

  “That’s it, baby, I’m coming,” he said, his body crashing against mine until he groaned, finding his release. I, too, called out, my body tensing against his. After the last thrust, he kissed me gently, then stepped away for a moment before returning to the bed. I lay there, writhing, reveling in the twitching and soreness and pleasure between my thighs.