Scattered Pieces

by Allie Able

  I wipe my mouth on her lower stomach and move to lay on top of her. I put my elbows on each side of her head and intertwine my fingers through her hair, softly running my thumbs over her temples. She is still breathing hard and her eyes are at half mast. I can feel her wetness on the underside of my cock and It takes everything I have not to come, before I even get inside of her.

  I take her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “Can you taste how sweet you are, Summer? You taste like honey. I could lick your sweet pussy all fucking day and never get tired of it,” I growl against her mouth.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpers, against my mouth. I start moving the head of my cock over her clit.

  I still my movements and tilt her head up so that I can look into her eyes. “Can I have you bare?” I ask. “I've never had sex without a condom and I promise that I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone since getting out of the Marines,” I rush to explain.

  “Yes, I want to feel you. I'm on the pill,” she says without hesitation, while kissing the underside of my jaw.

  “Thank Christ.” I reach between us and line myself up, at her opening. I slowly sink into her, feeling her tight walls and heat surrounding me.

  “Oh, shit,” I gasp, when I'm seated all of the way inside of her. She rolls her hips and hitches her legs up, around my waist, making me slide even deeper.

  “Fuck, hold still, beautiful. I'm not ready to come yet. You feel so good, that I could get one right now,” I say, as I prop myself up on one elbow and use my other hand to hold her hips down.

  After I've gotten control of myself, I pull out, so that just my tip is still inside of her, and I slowly sink back in.

  “Feels so good, Grant,” she moans.

  “Hell yes, it feels good. I have never felt anything better. I can feel your greedy little cunt gripping me, trying to pull me deeper.”

  I set a slow pace, knowing if I don't, I will come way too soon. I kiss her soft lips, before trailing my mouth down her neck to her breasts. I give one of her hard nipples a tug with my teeth, causing her to spasm around my cock. I can feel sweat dripping down my back. I look down at where we are connected and see her wetness covering me.

  “That's the most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” I mutter to myself. “Are you close, sweetheart?” I ask.

  She quickly nods her head. ”Deeper,” she moans. She digs her nails into my sides and pulls me closer to her.

  I move my hand between us and rub tight circles on her swollen clit, with my thumb. I can feel her walls start to grip me even tighter. “Come for me, beautiful. I want to feel you come all over my bare cock,” I whisper against her neck.

  I pull my head back, so that I can watch her face when she goes over the edge. Her eyes close and she throws her head back, my name leaving her lips on a moan. I plant myself deep and follow her over the edge.

  I continue to gently glide back and forth, until we both stop shaking. I roll over to my back and take her with me, careful not to loose our connection. Summer plants soft kisses on my chest, as I rub my hand down her hair, smoothing it away from her face. She rests her head on my chest and I hear her breathing even out.

  “I love you so much, sweetheart,” I whisper, before following her off to sleep.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Summer

  I WAKE UP THE NEXT morning, with my head still laying on Grant's chest. I take a moment to look at him. I have woken up next to him a lot in the past few weeks, but I still get butterflies in my stomach when I see his handsome face laying next to me. Last night suddenly comes rushing back. Ryan and the flowers, me being scared for Grant, my meltdown and then Grant making love to me without protection. Oh my God, he told me he loves me. SHIT! I can't believe he told me he loves me and I didn't say anything back. As if he can read my thoughts, Grant blinks his eyes open and looks down at me, with a sleepy smile.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he mumbles.

  “I love you,” I blurt out. Well, that was smooth. My face gets hot and I want to bury my head under the covers.

  His eyes widen, before his whole face transforms into a look I've never seen on him before. His eyes are soft and filled with love and his smile is so wide, his dimples are digging deeply into his cheeks.

  “Say it again,” he demands, smiling down at me.

  “I don't know why I didn't tell you that last night. I love you, Grant,” I say, placing my hand on his cheek. I squeal when he suddenly flips us over and stares down at me.

  “I love you too, beautiful, so much,” he says, staring into my eyes, before bending his head and softly kissing me.

  He lifts his head and looks over at my alarm clock. “Can you be late for work?” he asks, before kissing up my neck.

  “Yeah, both Jenna and Lexie will be there this morning. Why what time is it?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, giving him better access. I'm surprised I can form a coherent thought, while he's doing that, much less talk.

  “It's still early, but I'm going to keep you in bed a little longer. If that's okay with you?” he asks. I can feel his hardness between my legs.

  “Okay,” I whisper breathlessly. He chuckles, before bending his head and kissing me again.

  * * *

  I walk into the bakery a little past 8:30 am and I'm relieved to see that we aren't too busy. I called and told Lexie and Jenna I would be a little late, but I sill feel bad.

  “Sorry I'm late,” I mumble to Lexie, as I walk past her.

  “Did you have a nice morning, Summer?” she asks, with a wink, making me blush. Her laughter follows me all of the way to the kitchen.

  Jenna is busy icing cupcakes, but glances up at me and smiles. “I'm sorry I'm a little late, Jenna. What all needs to be done?” I ask, grabbing my apron and putting it on.

  “No big deal. We've been pretty slow this morning. I'm almost done with this batch of cupcakes. Do you want to make some more scones? I think we are running low out there.”

  I nod my head and get to work. Tomorrow is Grant's birthday so sometime today I need to carve out time, to start on his cake. I won't put the finishing touches on it until tomorrow, but I want it to be perfect.

  * * *

  “I can never be late for work again,” I tell Grant later that night.

  He laughs and gives me a look. “Sweetheart, we both know there is a good possibility that, what happened this morning, will more than likely happen again.”

  I give him my best stern face, which only makes him laugh harder. “I'm serious, Grant. I was so stressed out and I felt like everyone knew what I had been doing all morning, by just looking at my face.”

  He pulls me closer to him, on the couch, and runs his finger down my cheek. “Were you blushing?” he asks. “If you were, then they probably did know.”

  I playfully slap at his hand. “You're not helping,” I groan.

  He chuckles and picks me up, like I weigh nothing, pulling me to straddle his lap. “Summer, you are the owner. You hired those girls to work for you. You don't answer to them. I'm not telling you to make a habit out of being late, but every once in awhile it's okay.” He leans forward and kisses my lips gently. “Besides, I think our morning was pretty fantastic,” he whispers against my mouth.

  I have to agree with him. I would go into work late everyday if it meant I could spend my mornings like that. He licks at my bottom lip, wanting me to open for him and I quickly comply. He kisses me deep, like he is trying to taste every part of my mouth. He groans and pulls me tighter against him, as my hips involuntarily start moving against his hardness.

  Somehow my lust filled brain remembers I need to talk to him about something. I lean my head back breathing hard. “Grant,” I whisper.

  He slowly blinks open his eyes and looks at me. “What is it, beautiful?” he asks, his voice sounding rough.

  “Before I forget, I wanted to tell you that I decided to take that self defense class. Also, I wanted to let you know that everything is set for your party to
morrow. I have people coming to decorate and set up around 2:00 pm tomorrow afternoon. Do you mind being here, to let them in? I'm shutting the shop a little early, but I still won't get home, until about 5:30 pm.”

  His face has turned soft and he nods his head. “Of course, sweetheart. I was planning on hanging out with Nick tomorrow. We are going to go surfing in the morning, but if it's okay with you, I will just tell him to come over here?” His eyes are alight with excitement.

  “That sounds great. I can't wait to meet him. You've missed him haven't you?” I ask, with a smile.

  “Yeah, Nick has always been like my brother. I hated getting out of the service and him still being overseas, but he just wasn't ready to get out yet,” he says, his voice holding a hint of worry for his friend.

  “Are you worried about him?” I ask quietly. I have never really given much thought to the military, until I started dating Grant. I have always respected what they did, but I was so far removed from that world, I never knew much about it. We have talked a little about his time spend in the Marines, but I know he holds a lot of details back.

  “I will always be a little worried about him, until he comes home for good,” he responds. He pulls me back to him and effectively ends our conversation.

  I can feel him still hard beneath me. I start circling my hips again and he moans into my mouth. I trail my hands down his chest, feeling his hard muscles flex under his shirt. I scoot back enough, to reach for his belt, and unbuckle it. My shaking hands unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. The back of my hand rubs against his large erection and, with a sharp hiss, he pulls his mouth away from mine.

  “What are you doing, Summer?” he asks. His hands grab mine and still my movements.

  “I want to taste you,” I respond, looking up at him shyly.

  “Fuck,” he groans. He lays his head, on the back of the couch.

  “Do you not want me to?” I ask, suddenly feeling insecure. I try to pull myself off of him, but he holds me still.

  He lifts his head and looks at me like I'm crazy. “Of course I want your gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock, Summer. I just don't want you to feel like that's something you have to do.”

  He releases my hands and pulls my face closer to his. He kisses me softly and nibbles on my bottom lip. “I don't know how long I will last, when I feel your hot mouth on me,” he whispers.

  I reach between us and tentatively give him a squeeze, over his briefs. “I don't really know what I'm doing. Will you help me?” I ask.

  He nods his head and his eyes flare with heat. “Yeah, beautiful.”

  I slide off of his lap and onto my knees, on the floor in front of him. I lean forward, grabbing the waistband of his pants and start to pulling them down, but he stops me again.

  “Take your shirt off, Summer,” he commands, in that rough voice I love so much.

  I quickly do as I'm told, pulling it up over my head and tossing it to the side. He stares down at me and reaches forward, cupping my breast in his hand and running his thumb over my lace covered nipples.

  “You're body is so sexy. Take your bra off too, sweetheart. I want to see you.” He leans back on the couch, pulling his shirt over his head. I take a minute to look at his flexing muscles and his tan torso. I can't believe this man is mine.

  I remove my bra and slowly let the straps fall down my shoulders, before tossing it towards my shirt. My nipples tighten when the cold air hits my breasts and Grant licks his lips, looking down at me.

  “Come here,” he demands, leaning forward again.

  I inch towards him and he pulls me up taking my mouth in another deep kiss, while playing with my nipples. When he sits back, he reaches over and grabs a pillow, placing it on the floor in front of me, so that I won't hurt my knees. I adjust the pillow beneath me and go to work trying to pull his pants the rest of the way off. He helps me by lifting his hips and pushing them down. He cock springs free and curves up towards his stomach. After his pants are all of the way off, I watch as he strokes himself up and down and a drop of pre-cum forms on the tip. I rest my hands on his hard thighs and move my body between his legs. On instinct, I lean forward and gently lick the head, while he holds himself at the base.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans.

  I look up at him and see that he has his head leaned back on the couch, but his eyes are directed down at me. He reaches for my hand, that is resting on his thigh, and wraps it around the base of his cock, moving it up and down in a slow but steady motion. He moves his hand away after a minute and gathers my hair in his hand.

  “Lick up the underside of my cock,” he whispers.

  I do as he says and his hips jerk beneath me. I lift higher up on my knees, so that I can hover over him. I lower my mouth over him and start to suck gently, moving my hand in unison with my mouth.

  “Shit. That's so good, beautiful,” he moans.

  He is so big and thick, I can't take much of him, without gagging. It doesn't take long, before Grant is groaning loudly, and pumping his pelvis in rhythm with my mouth.

  “So fucking good,” he praises, stroking my cheek with his hand. “I don't think I'm going to last much longer.”

  I can feel him growing harder in my mouth and I moan around his dick. I never knew that giving a blow-job would turn me on so much, but I can feel the wetness between my legs. I move my free hand and cup my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipple. Grant spreads his legs wider so he has a better view and curses loudly.

  “Fuck! I'm going to come, Summer,” he says, as he gently pulls my mouth off of him. “Lean forward,” he grunts. I watch in fascination, as he strokes himself, his come shooting onto my bare breasts.

  “Summer,” he moans.

  I look down and run my fingers through the sticky mess. When I look back up at him, he is looking down at me with a possessive stare. I feel like it should scare me, when he looks at me like that, but all it does is turn me on even more.

  “I like seeing me on you,” he says, using his index finger to trace around my nipple.

  His dick is still hard and he is still stroking it slowly. I squirm and rub my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache.

  “Are you wet, beautiful? Do you need to come?” he asks, roughly.

  I can't even lie. I need him so badly. “Yes,” I respond, practically panting.

  He stands up, all of his naked glory on display and picks me up off of the floor. I wrap my arms and legs around him and he takes my mouth in a hard kiss.

  “That was beyond perfect, Summer. Now let me return the favor,” he growls against my mouth and squeezes my ass, as he carries me to my bedroom.

  * * *

  “How does it look?” I ask Jenna. I just put the finishing touches, on Grants birthday cake.

  “Perfect,” she says, smiling at me.

  I give her a smile in return, before looking down at my watch. “Crap. I told Grant I would be home at 5:30 pm and it's almost 6:00pm. Would you mind delivering this to my house?”

  She shakes her head. “Not at all. You go ahead and go. Lexie and I will get this packed up and I'll bring it over.” The bakery has been closed for almost an hour, so I know everything else has been done.

  “Thank you. You're a life saver,” I say over my shoulder, as I grab my purse out of the office.

  I make my way towards the front and tell Lexie bye, before hurrying out to my car. I'm looking for my keys in my purse, when I feel like someone is watching me. I lift my head and look around, but I don't see anything out of the ordinary. There are a few people wandering around, shopping, but as far as I can tell, no one is even looking at me. As I approach my car, I see something on my windshield. It looks like a note of some sort. I grab it and flip it over to see a picture of me and Grant. It had to have been taken last night. I'm between his legs and his hand is holding my hair back, as he looks down at me. My hands start shaking as I read the words written in red ink beside the picture, 'Get rid of him or I will. You are MINE.'

  My blo
od runs cold and I lift my head to look for Ryan. I know he is watching me. I can feel it. With tears blurring my eyes, I jump in my car, shoving the picture in my purse. I'm not telling Grant about this. There is no way I am going to risk his life. Ryan is not going to stop, until he gets what he wants. I'm going to have to fight this on my own and just hope I'm strong enough to survive whatever he has planned.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Grant

  I'M SITTING OUT ON SUMMER'S deck having a beer with Nick, when I hear her car pull in the driveway. There have been people in and out here most of the day decorating and the caters just arrived about 30 minutes ago. Summer put so much effort into this. I'm going to have to make sure her birthday is extra special next month.

  I stand up and set my beer down. “I'll be right back,” I mumble to Nick, as I walk towards the house.

  He chuckles and shakes his head. “Alright man. Bring her out here when your done. I want to meet the woman, who somehow leashed by best friend.”

  I shoot him a dark look, that just makes him laugh harder. I make my way, into the house, right as Summer comes through the front door. She is looking down at the ground and doesn't see me approaching.

  “Hey, beautiful,” I say with a smile, that immediately dies when I look at her face. “What's wrong?” I ask, as I reach for her.

  She flinches and moves away from my touch, causing my heart to feel like someone just ripped it out of my chest.

  She wipes her eyes and shakes her head. “Nothing. I'm just tired,” she says, staring at the floor.

  “Summer, why did you just flinch, when I tried to touch you?” I ask quietly, I can hear the hurt in my voice.

  She shakes her head at me, still looking down. “I'm sorry. You just surprised me,” she explains.