Chapter 39 Grace
GRACE
Strawberry Springs Neighborhood Watch
Kerry Winsor: Any update on Dean and Grace? I heard they already had a fight!
Comments:
Tammy Jane: Men. Ya can’t trust ’em.
Hu Gh: He was all out of breath over her. I bet he resolved it.
Kerry Winsor: I need DETAILS. @Mollie Wilson @Wren Hackett @Jade Clark
Jade Clark: I don’t know what details you want. I professed my love for a cow and was denied.
Kerry Winsor: ??? What does that possibly mean???
Both Dean and I were exhausted emotionally. I couldn’t keep taking over Mollie’s house, so we went back to mine and talked for a little longer before we watched TV on the couch.
Virginia had reached out to both of us to make sure everything was okay, and that she wanted to make sure I had all the recipes Dean’s dad used to make. There was one for a chicken and rice soup that I knew I had to make.
Dean offered to get me food, but I needed something home-cooked after the day I’d had. He didn’t fight me, but he did offer to help.
And I quickly realized I should have said no.
“Wait, wait!” I grabbed at the raw chicken he was about to drop in the pan.
“What? The burner is on. Don’t we need to add the chicken?”
“That’s a stainless-steel pan. You need to let it get hot and then add oil so the chicken doesn’t stick.”
Dean frowned. “What?”
“If you let it heat up, things don’t stick as badly.”
“But I thought you weren’t supposed to let pans get hot when empty.”
“Maybe nonstick, but not this kind.” He looked at me like I was explaining rocket science to him. I patted his cheek. “How about you handle dishes?”
“I don’t know whether to be insulted or relieved.” He stepped away from the stove as I put the chicken on a plate and washed my hands. I got the seasoning ready as the pan heated up.
Normally when I cooked, I never fully followed the recipe. I would always adjust the seasonings or other small tweaks to make it suit my taste. But with this recipe, I agreed with every single thing on it. I’d never get to meet Dean’s dad, but it made me feel like I was connected to him.
Dean emptied the dishwasher as I sautéed the chicken. Once I was done with that, I took it off and cooked onion and garlic before adding in broth, seasonings, rice, and the cooked meat.
“That smells incredible,” Dean said as I put the spoon down. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“My tacos should have been the one to do that.” I leaned into him as he came behind me and wrapped his arms around both me and my belly.
“Oh, they did.” His lips pressed against my cheek. I was happy to stay in his embrace. The heat of his body was what I’d needed. I didn’t think he would take it any further, but then he moved my hair and pressed his lips against my neck.
“Are you trying to distract me?”
“You’re the one who’s distracting.” His hands rubbed my stomach for a moment before they moved upward, brushing the underside of my breasts.
My body had already started to respond. I had a feeling he would put a stop to it soon and I would have to pull out one of my dildos for a mediocre night.
“How long is left on the soup?”
“It simmers for thirty minutes,” I said.
“I can work with that.”
I yelped when he lifted me up and onto the counter. “What are you doing?”
Dean’s eyes were half lidded and he looked at me with an expression I hadn’t seen since I’d gotten pregnant. My heart skipped a beat. Was my night not about to be mediocre after all?
“I’m making up for lost time.”
“But you said you wanted to wait.”
He hummed as he considered it. “We agreed to do everything together, and I think this counts.”
“I’ll never let you hear the end of it if the soup burns.”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
Dean’s hand landed on my cheek and he tugged me toward his lips. I went willingly. I’d let him do anything to me.
“Should we go to the bedroom?” I said against his mouth.
“You need to keep an eye on the food.”
If he was touching me, there was no way I could keep an eye on anything. I wanted to tell him that, but his hand slipped under my shirt onto my bare skin, and I had no other thoughts.
Pregnancy had made everything more sensitive, and every part of me he touched erupted in gooseflesh. When his lips moved back to my neck, that joined in.
I could have stayed here forever. But I also wanted more. It didn’t matter what he did, I would be happy. He was all mine. How could I not?
Wrapping my legs around him, I tugged him closer. His body pressed against me in all the ways I needed him to, and I thanked all the gods I could that my counters were the perfect height for this.
Dean was already hard, and I enjoyed the feeling of him against me. There had been a time when I never thought this would happen again, and here I was, living in exactly that.
My mind was alight with all the things he could do to me. There were so many positions I wanted, but we had limited time.
Eventually, the feel of him through his jeans was no longer enough.
“I need you to touch me,” I said.
“I wanna take this slow.”
“No,” I whined. “I can’t wait.” He pulled away and took me in. I had no doubts my cheeks were flushed. Everything felt hot. “Please,” I begged. “You have to make me come. I’ve been waiting for this for far too long.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “You know I can’t say no when you beg.” His hand snaked down and his mouth returned to mine. “You look fucking incredible while you do it.”
I couldn’t manage a response as he slid his hand past the waistband of my sweatpants. My eyes slipped closed as he brushed across my clit.
I’d been thinking about this for months, and there was a part of me that wondered if I was playing it up in my mind.
Dean’s finger traced up and down my slit and I let out a breathy moan.
“Have you been waiting for this?”
“Yes. Yes. I can’t wait much longer.”
He finally applied pressure and I sucked in a breath. My hands landed on his shoulders and they tightened as his finger rubbed circles. We must have looked wild like this, him with his hands in my pants as dinner simmered on the stove, but I loved it.
This wasn’t going to take long, and I knew that as he kept the pressure on and let it build. My hips moved in time with his movements as my breathing kicked up. My body had been ready for this. It also helped that it was Dean. His hand was far better than mine.
I was hitting the edge as heat built from my core. It threatened to spill over and take me with it.
“Fuck,” I said into his mouth, and he pulled away just enough to look at me as I tipped over it.
My eyes slipped shut and my entire body clenched as white-hot pleasure rippled throughout every cell in me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” he said. “I mean, you are every day, but this is . . . even better.”
“I’ll look even better when you’re fucking me.”
“We’ll have to test that.”
My body still sang after my orgasm and I only wanted more. My hands moved from his shoulders to peel his shirt off his body. He took his jeans off and yanked my sweatpants down.
“Do you want me to get a condom?” he asked.
“Not using a condom is how we got here. Did you forget?”
“I didn’t forget a second of that, but I usually use one, so I’m asking.”
I bit my lip, unsure of if I could even play it safe if I wanted to. Our first time had been great, but the feeling of nothing between us was even better.
“Have you been tested recently?” I asked. I wasn’t sure when he would have even had the time, but a girl could hope.
“I haven’t in a few months, since right before you and I had sex.”
“And how many other people were you with?”
“None.”
I wasn’t sure I heard that right. “None?”
“I told you it was only you.”
“But you didn’t even . . .”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “I didn’t want anyone else.”
I stared at him, still not comprehending that when I thought he’d been distant, it was still only me. I made it my job to read people, and yet I’d missed that.
“Only me?”
“Only you since the day I met you.”
My throat closed up. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by crying on him, but I didn’t know how much he’d cared, even from the beginning.
“You okay?”
“I am. I’m just shocked.” I tugged him closer. “I wanna feel it all. No condom.”
Dean lined himself up and I shut my eyes, eager to feel his piercing enter me. As he pressed in an inch, I bit my lip.
It wasn’t as good as I remembered. It was better.
“Fuck,” he said, his voice tight. “There’s no way I can make this last.”
“Five months has you at the edge?”
“You have me at the edge.”
I didn’t care how long he lasted. I just wanted to feel him.
Besides, I could have it all again any time I wanted.
“Make me come again,” I said. “And as long as I feel you, I’m good.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I figured he would pull out and use his hand again, but managed to get one of his hands in between us and on my clit.
Sensation blossomed from two areas. Dean was slowly entering me and my swollen clit was getting pressure from his fingers. I gasped at the burning pleasure.
“Let me hear you,” he said. “Don’t hold back.”
Dean pulled out and pressed back in, earning a sharp cry from me. Feeling the cool metal press against my G-spot and the pressure on my core was worth it.
He didn’t waste any time. He pushed in and out of me, gaining depth slowly as he went. I was still tight around him, and both of us loved the feel of it. His jaw clenched with every inch he moved. He was enjoying this as much as I was.
It was too much in the most perfect of ways.
“I’m gonna—” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Me too,” he said in a near growl as he let loose and pummeled into me.
If my first orgasm was heat, then this one was fire. It overtook every part of my body, stealing my vision as it burned through me. I lost track of time. I lost track of Dean. All I could do was feel.
“Goddammit, Grace.” Dean’s lips covered mine again as he came too.
I swore I could feel him coming inside of me, and I savored every second of it. His body stayed pressed against mine, and instead of pulling away, both of us stilled.
It was how I’d wanted it to be the whole time.
Even though I didn’t want it to, reality crept in.
Mostly because my ass was numb.
“One of these days, we need to have sex on a bed,” I said. “I’m getting too pregnant for this.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world.”
I was about to agree when the last bit of pleasure left me and I finally remembered that we were in the middle of making dinner.
“Shit, the soup doesn’t! I need to stir it!”