CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
When he began to move down, to her breasts and between her legs, she let out so loud a moan that it echoed throughout the shower. Even the running water could not contain it.
Then he placed his hands beneath her small thighs and lifted her up. And that was when the rubber hit the road. It was getting too real for cautious Marti, and he could feel her hesitation again.
That was when he leaned his mouth to her ear. “It’s been over eight years since I’ve had unprotected sex.”
Marti looked into his eyes.
“Eight years, baby,” he said to her. “Eight long years. Please believe me.”
She believed him. And it wasn’t because she was caught up in the moment either. She flat believed him.
And when her eyes gave her consent, he believed her and entered her.
It was meant to be slow and easy, but as soon as he touched her so intimately, his patience failed him, and he thrust it in!
Marti’s moans increased exponentially when he entered her so dramatically, but foreplay had been the key that allowed her to enjoy every inch of his thickness.
They were so enthralled with the feelings that it didn’t take long before they were cumming. It couldn’t take long. They were too starved for each other.
But after they came, and as Grant was leaned against Marti and they were both unable to control their breathing, they both knew it wasn’t over yet. It was just the beginning.
After getting out of the shower and drying off, Grant lifted Marti up, kissing her again, and they went to bed. But once he got her under covers, he brought the tray of food he had left for her to eat, and she ate it up, with him helping her.
Once they were both full again, and he had removed the tray, they laid side by side, staring at each other. But when he kissed her, it was as if they were back in the shower. Those feelings erupted once more, and they were at it again.
When Grant woke up the next morning, it was six-eighteen am. He looked over at Marti, who was still in his arms, and he smiled. She slept so peacefully. She got a raw deal in life, but she didn’t give up. She still showed up. It warmed his heart.
For nearly ten minutes he laid there staring at Marti. Sweet. That was the word that came to his mind as he watched her. She was so sweet. He could see himself spending the rest of his life with a woman like her. He could see himself falling madly in love with her. She could work wonders for his sour disposition.
But could he work wonders for her? A grumpy old player like him? And what if she wasn’t who she presented herself to be? What if she was after his money just like all the others were, but knew how to camouflage it better? What if she broke his heart just as definitively as his beloved sister had?
Dana had already broken it in two.
Marti would break it to pieces.
People survived a broken heart. Nobody could survive a crumbled one.
Which brought him back to earth. What was he doing all out in space talking of falling in love anyway? That wasn’t his lane. He didn’t know shit about falling in love.
But something was happening. He knew that. Something that pricked at him in ways nothing else ever had. Could it be he was falling in love? Or was it all just lust? Because that was strong too. So strong that he was getting a hard on watching her. But he knew that came later. That didn’t explain that hard-hitting feeling of familiarity he felt when he first laid eyes on her. And how she warmed his heart even then. Something was happening. Could it be love? To him, what else could it be?
But he knew he was out of his depth. He’d never been in love a day in his long life. He honestly wouldn’t know that kind of love if it slapped him in the face. It would be just that new to him. And he wasn’t the kind of man to try new things.
He slowly slid his penis out of her vagina as he realized his awakening had awakened his penis and it was coming back to life once again. He threw the covers off of his naked body, made sure her naked body remained covered, and eased out of bed. His quick morning meetings with his frontline officers were always at eight am, and he was never late. He needed to go home to change clothes. But since he’d already established that she didn’t have to be in until ten, he decided against waking her. He wanted her to continue her peaceful, sweet sleep.
He dressed, left her a note, stared at her a few seconds longer, and then he left her hotel room.
But it wasn’t until much later, when he was walking into the police station, did he realize an amazing fact. He suddenly realized that he had managed to sleep all night long for the first time in nearly a decade. No nightmares. No waking up in a cold sweat. No sitting outside just to keep his sanity intact. He slept like a baby. With Markita in his arms.
He smiled as he entered the station. He felt as if he was walking on air.