Chapter 42 Dean
DEAN
Strawberry Springs Neighborhood Watch
Hu Gh: Slightly used casket for sale. Cheap price. Get it while you can.
Comments:
Jade Clark: I’m sorry??? Slightly used??? By who???
Kerry Winsor: You never did tell us what happened to your wife, Hugh! PLEASE tell me it’s not what I think this is!!!
Tammy Jane: What the hell, old man?
Hu Gh: I didn’t use it for its intended purpose!!!! Y’all leave my wife out of this. She just left me!
Marjorie Brown: You’re not getting any younger, Hugh. Maybe you should keep it. I bet you’ll have a use for it soon!
Jade Clark: MARJORIE OH MY GOD
Hu Gh: YOU BETTER NOT BE CALLIN’ ME OLD!!! YOU AIN’T A SPRY CHICKEN EITHER!!!
A day later, I pulled up to my apartment building.
Normally, I’d have been thrilled to be back home, but this time, it felt different. Instead of seeing the place where I went to relax, I saw a three-story white building that I spent time at.
When had that changed?
“Wow, it’s loud,” Grace said as she looked around.
“We’re near a big road.”
“All of them look like big roads,” she replied with a laugh. “It’s not bad. It’s just different.”
She’d probably said that just for me. But I’d noticed how the noise had gone up since we got into town. Grace’s house was an oasis. There was no one around for what felt like miles. Here, everyone was so close together you could hear everything they were doing.
“Definitely different.”
“I bet you’re glad to be back for a little while, even if it is to wrap up.”
I looked around once more. I enjoyed the work I did here, and the time spent with Clyde. But the rest? I didn’t miss the cars or the loud neighbors I had below me. I didn’t miss the traffic or the way that I couldn’t see nature.
“Strawberry Springs isn’t so bad.”
“Really?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“There’re good parts. Even if the people love to be up my ass.” I tried to mutter it, but it was weird not expecting someone to waltz up and ask about my day. Here, they wouldn’t. They would walk right past me and not look twice.
“Well, you have a break from it,” she said. “Are you ready to show me your bachelor pad?”
“Hopefully it’s not too bad.” I knew it wasn’t as cozy as her place was, but I had put art up, at least.
My apartment was on the third floor, and as we walked up the steps, I made a plan for what I wanted to keep versus what I wanted to get rid of. I was used to these things, and it took me far too long to realize Grace had paused.
“Hang on a second.” She gasped. “I’m . . . just needing to catch my breath.”
I ran back down, feeling like an idiot for leaving her behind. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. The baby’s just pressing on my lungs. I promise I’m not this out of shape.”
“It wouldn’t matter if you were. These stairs are rough for almost anyone. I should have thought about it.”
“I’ll be fine.” She tried to wave me off, but I wasn’t having that.
“Come here,” I said, and before she could try to lie again, I picked her up bridal style.
“D-Dean!” She was still breathless, but her cheeks were faintly red.
“What?”
She shook her head. “You don’t need to carry me in.”
“But I will. Or at least to the door. I would go the whole way, but my door is locked.”
I knew she wanted to keep fighting it, but I started moving and her arms tightened. I liked having her this close. I liked helping her.
Grace watched me the whole time, and I wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss or kill me.
I hoped it was the first one.
“There you go. One free ride.”
“It better be the first of many,” she said lowly.
I’d completely forgotten about the third option.
Me carrying her turned her on.
“I can make that happen,” I said as I unlocked my door.
Grace barely looked around to see my apartment. The one bedroom I lived in was nothing compared to her house, and I didn’t mind that she was focused on me.
The second my door was shut and locked, she pulled me to her. I noted that I was right about two things as she kissed me.
“Have I ever told you how hot it is that you do things for me like that?”
“Have I ever told you how hot you are every fucking day?”
She giggled and brought my mouth back to hers. I didn’t know where this would go, nor did I care. She got to take the lead since she was the one growing my child. Some days she loved the idea of sex. Others, her body was too sore to even think about it.
Slowly, she swiped her tongue over my bottom lip and the kiss quickly turned heated.
“You have a bed here, right?” she asked.
“We just got here,” I said.
“You told me to do something fun. And I have something very fun in mind.”
“This doesn’t count. You better have something else planned.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she said, and then looked around. “After you show me your bedroom, that is.”
My bedroom only had a bed and a nightstand, but she didn’t seem to care.
It must have been being in Nashville, but I remembered times when I would treat this like a last time. Where I would purposefully try not to get to know someone and focus on the feeling.
But there was none of that with her. Hell, I’d failed at it before I’d even started.
I was in my own place, but I felt like a different version of me. I felt like I was visiting something from my past, but I didn’t want to be here.
Suddenly, my choice to move solidified in my mind. I knew I was doing the right thing.
Grace must have sensed that I was in thought because she pulled away and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Everything okay?”
“Everything’s perfect,” I said, pulling her back into a kiss. I put my all into it, proving to her that next to her was exactly where I wanted to be. Nothing could be wrong when I was with her.
I pulled away only with the intent of making my way down her body.
I stopped at her neck, and then at her nipples, taking off layers as I went.
She’d been sensitive since she’d gotten pregnant, so my mouth in just those two places had her letting out a high-pitched noise that my neighbors could definitely hear.
Oh well. I was moving anyway.
Grace was already wet when I put my mouth on her clit. I knew the way to make her come quickly, but instead, I took my time. I went near her clit, but not on it, and with my other hand, I teased her opening.
“Oh my God.” She gasped. “More.”
I usually gave her what she wanted. This time, I didn’t. She caught on quickly.
“Dean,” she said, an edge now in her voice.
I gave her one direct swipe of my tongue and went back to it.
Grace’s hips arched and her thighs tightened. She moved me right to where she wanted me, and with how hard she squeezed, it was almost like a punishment.
When she finally released me, I looked up at her. “Can’t handle taking things slow?”
She was a picture as she sat on my bed, propped up and flushed red. “You got me pregnant before we were together and now we’re moving in together. Obviously not. Now make me come like only you can. Or I’ll do it myself and hold it over you forever.”
Her hand drifted lower and I pushed it away and went back to her pussy.
Once I was fully on track, Grace didn’t need to do a thing. I gave her the attention she’d asked for, and her breathing immediately picked up.
My other hand went from teasing her entrance to fully fucking her. I arched my fingers, going for the very spot that set her off.
“Dean, fuck!” She arched off the bed and her thighs tightened around me, but it was for a different reason. I felt when she came, and she went from wet to absolutely soaked.
I kept going until she shied away from sensation. I didn’t even need to ask if she wanted more, because I knew she was too sensitive.
“God, you’re so good at that,” she said, her voice light.
“We could go to dinner,” I replied. I was painfully hard, but I didn’t care. We had plans for the evening, after all.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said.
“Even if it makes us late?”
“Yes. Who cares about plans?”
“What you want, you get.” I kissed the inside of her thigh as I took off my shirt and pants. As I did so, my eyes caught on her. I’d seen her naked many times, but she still made my heart stop.
The best part of it was seeing her belly round with my baby. I noticed it in passing throughout my day, but now it was even better.
“You’re so fucking incredible.” I whispered it in awe of what all she had been doing.
“You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”
“I want you to feel that every fucking day,” I said as I finally got my boxers off and hovered over her.
Grace smiled and brought my mouth to hers.
We kissed leisurely for a moment as I lined myself up. I still took things slow and I wasn’t sure who enjoyed it more.
“Just fuck me,” she said. “Don’t ease into it.”
“But—”
“It’s like you said, we have plans.”
“But I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You just gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. Trust me, I’m ready. And if it hurts a little—” She bit her lip. “I don’t mind that either.”
I never once wanted her to be in pain, but I had imagined what it would be like to not have myself so close to the edge after working my way inside of her.
And I had said she would get what she wanted.
“Are you sure?” She nodded. “And you’ll tell me if you change your mind?”
“Dean.” Her hand landed on my cheek. “I trust you. And you have to trust me to know my own limits.”
“Okay. What you want, you get.”
I was still lined up with her, and instead of pushing inside of her just an inch, I pushed in all the way in one ruthless thrust.
“Yes, fuck,” she hissed.
I wasn’t sure which was worse for me, fucking her quickly or taking my time. Maybe I was way too into her.
“You did so fucking good,” I said as I began to thrust. “God, you feel incredible.”
She scrambled for my hand. “Touch me,” she begged. “I need to come again.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I balanced on a forearm, moving my other hand right where she needed it. Nearly every part of us was touching. It felt like I was melting around her. And this was something I wouldn’t have done with anyone else. I never would have let it get so intimate.
Grace didn’t get every one of my firsts, but she got all the ones that mattered.
I’d give her all the rest too.
She muttered half-formed sentences as she came again. There was no way I could hold back from moving as she tightened around me. I began fucking her earnestly. There was no way I could last, not with the gorgeous vixen under me.
“Yes, yes, yes. That’s what I need.” Grace’s legs locked around me.
I wanted to compliment her again, but my words were lost while I was inside of her. All I could do was feel.
It was Grace’s turn to shock me, though, because she pulled me down by the nape of my neck and whispered into my ear.
“Be a good boy and come inside of me.”
I came the second she said it. Hell, it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven as I emptied myself.
Then I could finally think.
“Did you just play an Uno reverse card with praise?”
She laughed. “I did. And it definitely worked.”
I pressed my forehead to hers. “We really need to think about dinner now.”
“Oh, we definitely do. I’m starving after that.”
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Spicy food.”
“I think I can manage that.”