Boomer's Saving Grace: Mercy Springs Heroes Series Book 2

by Bliss Carter

  “Well, yeah you twit. I kind of am. In this little hen house anyway. Your rooster won’t know what hit him when you’re ready later tonight. But make sure you’ve got some plans in your head instead of just going by the seat of your pants, like you usually do. Don’t worry about Jaxson. Cade and I will take care of him. No reason to call or check in a gazillion times a day on him. Enjoy your honeymoon. Everything else can wait.”

  “No group texts while on your honeymoon! That’s an order.” Francie hugged Grace. “Just enjoy being with each other.” She looked over at the guys as they crowded around the grill. “I miss Ash.”

  “I’m sorry Francie. I know you do. Braxton keeps saying Ash had to have had a really important reason to leave like he did. He wanted me to tell you not to give up on him. That he wouldn’t ever treat you bad.” Francie looked at Gertie with doubt in her eyes.

  “I hope you’re right Gertie. I truly do.” She walked away at that point and went into the house.

  “I’m worried about her. It’s like she’s going through the five stages of grief or something. I know one thing; I’m not taking her on when she gets to the angry stage. I call for Kresley to handle that one!” Birdie spoke with sincerity.

  “Being the next oldest holds its responsibilities. I’ll talk to her as time progresses. If he stays away for two months, it’s only going to get worse.” Kresley said, looking up as she felt Cade walk up beside her. She smiled up at him and raised her mouth for a searing kiss.

  “Big Sexy, do you have to do that in front of us so much? Ever hear of privacy?” Birdie stated, her face scrunched up in a sour expression.

  Cade finished kissing his wife and rubbing her belly. “Listen brat, I could care less what you think about me kissing your sister. Get over it. But mark my words, the first time a kiss gets landed on you when I’m around, make no mistake that I will be saying something. Probably inappropriate I’m sure.” Cade winked at Birdie and kissed Kresley’s belly through her shirt. “Hey sweet pea, me and mommy can’t wait to meet you. We love you.” Cade’s voice become softer as he spoke to their unborn child, resting inside of his wife.

  Grace stated she was headed inside to change clothes and waved that she’d be back in a few minutes, asking for them to keep an eye on Jaxson.

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  When she walked into the bedroom, Grace came to a screeching halt. There was Walker, in all his naked glory, changing into new underwear. She saw his naked butt before the underwear slid up to rest at his waist. Wow, that was one beautiful butt. “Uhmmm, sorry Walker. Woah, why am I apologizing to my husband? Oh my gosh, that sounds so stupid. Forget I said anything.” Grace snorted as she walked over to Walker, wrapping her arms around his waist and giving him a tight squeeze.

  Walker laughed, hugging her back. “No worries, baby. They’ll soon be coming off. Just a few hours longer.” He grinned, and his smile made him look so happy that it took Grace’s breath away. He leaned down to kiss her and she quickly turned the kiss into something carnal. Passion poured from them both.

  Grace groaned and pulled back reluctantly. “So, are you ready to leave yet?” she asked half-jokingly. Her hands wandered up and down Walker’s back, and ended with her gripping his butt in her hands.

  “Nice try babe. I want a piece of that wedding cake first. Plus spend some time with Jaxson before we leave. Can you grab my shorts and tshirt over there? I’m about to race Jaxson and hopefully Cade down the slides.”

  “I married a child.”

  “And you love me anyway,” Walker grinned, smacked Grace on her butt and held his hand out for his clothes.

  Grace chuckled, watched her husband...woah, that was going to take a minute to get used to...get dressed, give her a heated kiss and closed the door behind him. Grace got into gear to change her clothes and rejoin her family outside.

  Chapter Twelve

  Walker and Grace held hands as he drove them toward Atlanta and the start of their honeymoon. They had hugged and kissed Jaxson goodbye as he left with Kres and Cade. Grace already missed him, but she couldn’t ignore the tingle of awareness of her husband beside her. Seven years of waiting for the right man. And here he was. Walker seemed to read her mind. He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it, then kissed each of her fingers, finishing with a tender kiss on her wedding ring.

  “Grace, I want you to know that you and I are going to set Atlanta on fire soon. I am so ready to make you mine, to love your body and mind, to kiss every inch of you...well, I can’t think straight. Our first time may not be slow. It’s probably going to be rapid combustion.”

  She swallowed hard, shivers racing down her body as images entered her mind. “Sounds good to me. I’m so ready for you Walker.” She watched as he grinned against her hand and pushed down on the accelerator.

  Grace didn’t remember much about the valet helping them with their bags or of Walker checking them in at the hotel. She vaguely remembered the attendant escorting them to their suite and showing them inside. But she did remember the feel of Walker’s hand heavy on her lower back, his fingers gripping her hip possessively the whole time.

  She stood in the middle of the suite and listened to Walker tip the man, then shut and lock the door behind him. She turned towards him as he advanced on her. Her eyes widened as she saw almost a predator’s gleam in his eyes. He took his hand and pulled his shirt over his head with one pull. His shirt tossed uncaring to the floor, Walker stood in front of Grace, his chest muscles bunching in anticipation.

  “Arms up,” he demanded of Grace, pulling her shirt up and over her head. Her blonde curls fell around her face and down her back as she stood there in her bra. Walker looked at Grace with so much heat that she feared she might melt on the spot. He brought his hands up to her face, and put his hands on either side of her head, thumbs tilting her head back to look up at him. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly with adoration and love. Then he blew her mind. His tongue pushed into her mouth. Not asking permission, not tentatively touching hers. Walker was showing that he was to be the dominant force tonight in their love making. And it started right here with a kiss. He tilted his head, back and forth, slanting over hers, possessing her mouth, his hands gripping her head, her neck, her hair to keep her where he wanted her. Grace’s hands glided over the hot skin of his forearms to hold firm on his wrists, anchoring herself as he took total possession of her mouth. She groaned as he sucked on her tongue, her bottom lip, and ran his tongue around the inside of her mouth.

  Walker was so lost in Grace that it was hard to think. He took his hands and began pushing her leggings down her hips. His big, rough hands pushing the fabric over hips, her butt, and down her thighs. He knelt and slid them down to her feet and held her steady as she stepped out of them. Walker threw them to the side of the room and began kissing Grace on her thighs. He looked up at her, taking in her matching bra and panties. Black lace stood out on Grace’s pale, porcelain skin. His eyes continued up until they met hers. “Baby, you are so beautiful. It hurts physically to look at you sometimes. You make me ache so much.” He resumed kissing her legs, using his hot, open mouth and tongue to leave a trail of wet heat. Walker’s hands were everywhere, stroking her skin, inciting flames inside of her that she had purposely laid dormant for years. Not until Walker had she wanted to feel them again. And now she could. With her husband. Husband. That word meant everything to her. Grace speared her fingers into Walker’s hair, gripping his head as he kissed fire up her body. She pulled on him until he reluctantly got to his feet.

  Walker towered over his wife, fingers entwined in her blonde curls, pulling her hair away from her face so he could kiss her lips, her nose, her ears, and forehead. He pulled her up onto her tiptoes and kissed her mouth hard. Grace panted into his mouth, moaning in pleasure.

  “Baby, please. Let’s get your pants off.” Grace unbuttoned and unzipped Walker’s jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly over his hard erection. Walker felt like he was going to burst out of his skin, he wanted her so
much. He pushed his jeans down, hurriedly pushing them and his shoes off at the same time. He toed off his socks and then picked up Grace by the waist, wrapping her legs around him as he carried them into the bedroom and the king size bed that waited for them. Grace giggled, feeling Walker’s hands on her butt, stroking and gripping her tight with his hands. “You sure do like my ass, Walker.”

  “What’s not to like, angel? Most days I can’t believe that I married the most beautiful woman on earth. There isn’t a thing I don’t love about you, your body, your mind. You’re the total package for me, Gracie.” Walker still held on to her as he put his knee on the bed and carried them up until they were laying up near the headboard. Grace lay on her back, Walker between her legs, his body laying heavy on top of hers. He tried to push himself off her to lessen the burden, but Grace was having none of it.

  “No sir. I want to feel every inch of you on top of me, holding me down into the bed. I’ve dreamed of this for years. You aren’t too heavy, baby. Now, kiss me...everywhere. Anywhere you want. I’m yours.” Grace heard Walker’s feral growl as she said that and he propped himself up and unclasped her bra from the front. He peeled back the cups and drew in a rapid breath. Grace hungrily watched as Walker looked down at her in reverence. She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers touch her skin there for the first time. And it was magical. Grace pulled the bra away from her arms and tossed it across the room as well.

  “Baby, you are so beautiful. So full. I love your tits. The nipples are like plump berries. They feel soft like velvet. I wonder if they taste just as sweet.” Grace was seduced as much by Walker’s words as she was by the feel of his fingers as they grazed over her nipples, drawing them into hard peaks. Then she lost all sensible thought as she felt his hot mouth cover her nipple and the surrounding skin and start sucking. He held her in his hand, plumping her breast so he could easily reach to suck. His tongue was hot wetness, licking and stroking over her nipple, again and again. The suction created by his mouth pulled at her sex below. She could feel deep throbbing inside with every suck of his mouth. She cradled his head in her hands and pulled him toward her other breast, silently asking for equal attention. Walker gladly did as she asked.

  Walker couldn’t believe how amazing his wife tasted, and smelled. Her vanilla and spicy gingerbread scent filled his nose and head. Her taste was sweet and musky. He couldn’t get enough of her. He trailed warm, wet kisses up her chest, to her neck where he latched on to the tender place between her shoulder and neck. He stayed there, his hand stroking one breast, then the other, tweaking her nipples, pulling at them. Which only made them harder and had Grace bowing up her body, pushing her breast more firmly in his hand. Her hands were everywhere on Walker, too. Stroking his hair, scratching at his neck with her nails. They wandered down his back, around his huge biceps and to his chest, down his ab muscles to his belly button. She used her nails to elicit shivers and goose bumps on him. Walker sucked on Grace’s neck, leaving marks behind as he went until he came back up to her mouth. Kissing Grace would never wane for him. It would always give him a thrill to feel her mouth under his. He suggestively pushed his tongue in and out of her mouth, as he rocked his erection against her down below, letting her feel how hard he was, how he wanted to take her.

  Grace felt Walker’s hands on her back and he pushed up, arching her so her breasts were right at his mouth. He trailed his wet tongue down her throat, over her collar bone, and over her breasts, kissing and licking on the top and underside, around the nipples. Grace felt more sensation there than she did when he sucked at her nipples, which he did so well. Her hands clutched at Walker, her feet digging her heels into the bed covers. Grace rocked her hips against him, wanting to feel him harder, deeper in her. With a plea in her voice, Grace uttered her husband’s name, “Walker”.

  His head came up and he looked lovingly down into his angel’s face. Her blonde curls spread out on the bed like a halo. She was so damn beautiful. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips before moving swiftly down to her stomach, where he spread hot, wet, open mouthed kisses all over her. His tongue dipped into her belly button and he grinned as he heard her giggle. Her fingers caressed his scalp, diving into his hair, over and over in a mindless caress. Her need to touch him constantly turned him on. Walker raked his nose and mouth over her panties, feeling the silk and the heat underneath. He kissed her at her sex softly. He took his fingers and pushed her panties down…down over her hips and butt, down her thighs and off her feet. He growled as his eyes immediately went to her sex, seeing how beautiful she looked there. He pushed his fingers through the damp curls, hearing Grace whimper and moan in need. He took his finger and slowly pushed it inside of her, feeling her tightness and heat, how wet she was for him. Walker was floored with how much he wanted Grace, how consumed he was with her, but not for himself and his pleasure. He was obsessed with making sure that Grace felt nothing but pure ecstasy at his hands. He began a rhythm with his finger, in and out, over and over. Another finger joined the first and Grace’s hips were moving, bowing up to meet the downward thrust of his fingers. Her eyes were open and she was staring down at Walker, as his eyes stayed focused on her beautiful blue ones.

  “Baby, you are so wet for me. I love it. Love knowing you want me so much. I love you, angel.” Walker continued to caress his wife, moving his fingers harder and faster inside, his thumb reaching up and moving circles over her clit. Grace hissed and arched up hard into his hand. Walker caressed her hip bones and the soft fleshy skin of her upper thighs with his mouth and tongue as he pushed her with his fingers, wanting to feel her come for him, to break apart inside from the pleasure he gave her. He encouraged Grace with guttural groans and growls and soon he became dominate, commanding her with his voice. “Come for me Grace. Now. Don’t hold back baby. I’ll catch you. I promise. Now, Gracie, now.” He felt the tightening of her inner muscles and felt her thighs and sex clinch around his hand. Her convulsions started and her whole body shook with the orgasm he gave her. Walker kept pumping his fingers in and out of Grace, over and over until she started to come down from her orgasm high and her body began to relax. He took his fingers out of her, rubbing up over her clit one last time, before he climbed back up her body, kissing every inch of skin, sucking on her nipples and then diving in to kiss her voraciously. Tongue licking into her mouth over and over, Walker showed her what he would soon be doing with his manhood.

  Grace was speechless. She had never had such an intense, hard, wonderful orgasm as she did with Walker. And that was just with his fingers. She couldn’t imagine what she was going to feel once he was inside of her, hard and huge. She shivered in anticipation. She felt him kiss her mouth and she took her hands, running them down his chest, across his pecs where she lingered on his nipples. They were hard points and when she scraped her nails across them, she felt Walker tense and shiver. Her hands continued to travel down until they arrived at the waist band of his underwear. “My turn,” she murmured into Walker’s mouth, pushing her hand inside his underwear and wrapping her hand around his erection. Her eyes grew wider as she stared up at Walker’s face, almost comically so. “Uhhhhh, baby. I knew you were bigger than the average man, but this is way bigger than I thought. Are we going to fit together?” Grace looked down with trepidation.

  Walker put his finger under her chin and brought her gaze back to his. He had an amused look in his eyes, but groaned and closed his eyes as her hand squeeze him, beginning to stroke up and down. “Yes, baby. No worries, okay? I won’t do anything to hurt you. We’ll take it slow, but I promise I will fit.” He helped her push his underwear down and off his feet, leaving him as naked as she. Both of them had talked about protection previously and since Grace was on the pill, neither were worried about using a condom. Walker was thankful then for one less step he had to take before enjoying his wife’s body. Grace clutched onto Walker’s ass, squeezing and stroking him, enjoying the tight muscles there. She began pulling him towards her, looking into his eyes with a
pleading look.

  “You want this Grace? You want me to fill you up until you can’t feel anything but me? You want me to take you hard, fast? Let you feel how much I want you? Do you, baby?” Walker gruffly groaned into her ear as he kissed and sucked on her ear lobe. He heard her plea in the soft yes she was able to mutter, her breath coming out in rasps from her chest. Walker took her legs at the knees and bent them up, pushing her legs wide so he could see all of her. She was so beautiful and soon would be filled with her husband. Walker positioned himself at her opening and started pushing his way inside of Grace, easing himself into her, one inch at a time. Her groans of ecstasy told him everything he needed to know. His woman was ready for him. He could feel her heat, her wetness as she gripped him. Beads of sweat broke out on Walker’s face and chest and he held himself back from pushing too hard, too fast. Inch by inch he advanced inside Grace until he was in all of the way. Wow, did she feel good, clinching around his manhood. He put his forehead to hers and panted along with her, letting them both stay in the moment and just feel them joined, finally.

  “Walker, oh my gosh, baby. Please. You feel so good. I have to move. You have to move. We have to move. Now. I need you now. Please,” Walker felt Grace mutter against his mouth as he kissed her. He looked deep into her eyes, his hands braced beside her head and shoulders and he began to move. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. Soon he was pounding into her and her moans of joy spurred him on. He was taking her like he had wanted to for years. Hard, fast and completely. He watched her breasts bounce as she shook beneath him, the bed knocking against the wall slightly at his movements. Her hips came up to meet his. His Grace wasn’t one to back down or be shy. Not when it was something she really wanted. And she really wanted him. Her hands clutched at his neck; arms wrapped around him. She wanted to kiss him, he could tell, but the position they were in made it difficult to kiss her like he wanted.