Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Conway
T he sound of rapid, heavy pounds on the front door has me sauntering down the hall right before the doorbell chimes not once, but twice. What the hell? I know it’s Grace, but what I don’t know is why she needed to come here. Her text messages offered me absolutely nothing, and when I tried to call her after I sent her the address, she sent me to voicemail.
Pulling the door open, I’m met with a frazzled Grace. Not bothering to wait for an invitation, she blows past me, tossing her purse on the bench in the entryway before spinning around to face me. Her chest heaves and her cheeks are rosy, and I have half a mind to ask if she sprinted here from wherever she was.
“Are you okay?” I ask instead.
“No, I’m not okay!” she scoffs, bringing her hands up to my chest, shoving me. It catches me off guard, and I stumble back a few steps. “Why’d you do it?” My brow furrows, heart pounding as my mind tries to piece together what she could be referring to. “Why. Did. You. Do. It?” she repeats, slower this time, shoving me once more until my back collides with the front door.
“Do what?” I blurt. “Grace, what’s going on?”
Smacking her hands against my chest again, she sighs, peering up at me with those beautiful bright green orbs, wide and full of an emotion I can’t place, before finally muttering, “The nail salon, you fool.” Grace slides her palms up my chest and around the back of my neck, taking a step closer to me. “Why’d you do it, Conway?”
Oh.
My heart thumps painfully against my ribs like it’s trying to leap right out of my constricting chest. Swallowing thickly against the dryness coating my throat, I try to come up with a response. I’ve had plenty of time to figure it out, yet I’m coming up blank.
Tell her how you feel.
Tell her how you haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.
Tell her how the scent of her on your pillow is the only reason you haven’t washed your bedding today, even though you always do on Sundays.
She’s right here in front of me, asking me to tell her.
Don’t be a fucking coward. Tell her something.
Clearing my throat, all that manages to come out is, “It’s no big deal. Something I wanted to do.”
Grace jumps up to her tiptoes and uses the hold she has on the back of my neck to close the distance between us, her mouth colliding with mine, causing my mind to kick into gear. My tongue slips out, parting her lips and licking into her mouth, swallowing the soft moans she feeds me as her fingers sink into the hair on my nape, nails biting into my scalp in a way that sends a rush of heat to my groin.
As quickly as it began, the kiss ends just as quickly, but before I have a chance to demand her mouth on mine again, Grace drops to her knees in front of me.
Right here in the entryway of this house.
The house that isn’t mine.
The house that belongs to somebody who will be back soon.
My pulse races, tingles spreading all over my body as my blood pumps hotter and my cock thickens. Grace peers up from beneath her lashes, biting down on her bottom lip, as her fingers confidently pop open my belt buckle before working my jeans open. Dipping her warm, delicate hand inside my boxers, she frees my length, heat flashing in her gaze as she strokes me, quickly getting me all the way hard.
A sultry smirk curls Grace’s irresistible fucking lips, her pupils blown, eyes gleaming, as she leans in and sticks out her wet, pink tongue, dragging it along my slit, moaning as she cleans up the pooling arousal waiting for her. Pleasure bursts through my body, thrumming through my veins like the most intoxicating liquor, as she wraps her lips around my tip and sinks down, easing more of me into her mouth until she gags, shoulders heaving and tears springing to her eyes.
“Fuck,” I groan, caressing her cheek with my thumb. “I wish you could see yourself right now, Sin. Who knew you could be so dirty, sucking Daddy’s cock in somebody else’s house.”
Eyes rolling back, Grace moans, the sound vibrating around my cock, making my nuts throb.
“What if he comes home and sees you like this?” I hum, tracing where her lips stretch wide to accommodate my thick girth with my thumb. “He’d see you on your knees with a cock in your mouth. Hear the way you’re a fucking slut for it too. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
Her eyebrows cinch as she nods, never taking her mouth off of me. Using her hand in tandem, she works me over with enthusiasm, making it clear that she isn’t doing it just to say thank you, or because she feels obligated. No, Grace is thoroughly enjoying this. Head bobbing, tongue swirling around the tip before she takes me to the back of her throat again, spit dribbling out the corner of her mouth, she fucking loves it. Hollowing her cheeks, Grace sucks me harder, my thighs trembling as I grit my teeth, breathing harshly through my nose.
“Such a good fucking girl, Sin.” Bringing my hand to the back of her head, I hold it there but let her choose the pace. Her eyelids flutter as she peers up at me, another moan rasping from her throat. “I bet your panties are fucking soaked right now, aren’t they?” Another sexy moan. “Having Daddy’s big fucking cock in your mouth turns you on, doesn’t it? You get off on knowing you’re making me feel good, don’t you?”
More moaning, and I don’t miss the way she presses her thighs together, her pretty cunt probably throbbing.
“Want to be a really good girl for Daddy?” I ask, my voice full of gravel and need. Grace nods, eyes bloodshot and wet as she deep throats me while the hand pumping my shaft drops down to cup my balls instead. “Slip your other hand into your pants,” I instruct her, trying my hardest to stave off the release I already feel building. “Play with that sexy little pierced clit, baby girl. I know you’re dying to. Make yourself come while you make Daddy come.”
She doesn’t wait, doesn’t make me ask twice. Her eyes roll back the second her hand touches her clit, nothing but the whites showing as her fingers start moving. The sweats she’s wearing make it impossible to see anything, but having her take them off is too risky.
“Oh, fuck, Sin…that’s it.” She smiles around my cock, tongue flicking against the spot under my tip that sends shockwaves through my body. What I wouldn’t give to replace her hand with mine right now. Feel her tight, needy pussy pulsate as she came so beautifully. “I’m close,” I grit out. “You gonna swallow Daddy’s cum?”
Grace moans and nods as she doubles down with her mouth, bringing her hand back up to stroke me while her other remains in her pants. I can tell by the way she can barely keep her eyes open that she’s getting close too. Heat spreads along my lower back, pressure building until I can’t hold on any longer. My balls tighten, and as soon as I feel her tongue trace the underside of my length again, my cock throbs, unloading down her throat, my head dropping back against the door as I groan through my release.
The distinct sound of the garage door opening reaches my ears just as the last drop comes out for her to swallow. Grace’s eyes fly up to mine, letting me know she hears it too. She takes me out of her mouth, but instead of standing up like I thought she would do, she leans back, palm laying flat on the floor behind her as she continues to rub her pussy.
“I’m so close, Daddy,” she moans, and the lust wrapping around her words is my undoing. “You want me to come for you before he finds us?”
A growl rips from my throat that sounds foreign to my own ears as I kneel down and rip the front of her sweats down enough to watch her fingers circle her glistening clit with fervor. Lips parted, she lets her head drop back as her moans get increasingly louder and more needy. Her stomach muscles clench under her tight-fitting t-shirt, and I know she’s coming. The sight of her unabashedly falling apart in my friend’s entryway is one I’ll never forget.
Grace is absolutely stunning as her orgasm ripples through her body, her voice hoarse as she cries out. Even though I know we have about a minute tops before Davis walks through the door that leads to the garage, I can’t bring myself to care. I’m mesmerized by her, by what she does to me without even realizing it. A moment later, she takes her hand out of her pants, body relaxing as she brings her gaze to mine.
“I can’t believe we did that,” she breathes out with a giggle.
“Me neither, but you have to get up before Davis comes inside.” Grabbing Grace above the elbow, I pull her to a stand, my heart thrashing as I hear the door open. Her eyes widen.
“I have to go before he sees me,” she hisses.
Shoving my spent dick back into my boxers, I quickly button my pants and fix my belt as she grabs her purse off the ground, the bright flush to her cheeks a dead giveaway to what we’ve been up to. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before opening the door for her.
“We’ll talk later when I’m home,” I whisper as she slips outside, flashing me a flirty grin over her shoulder.
As soon as I shut the door, Davis rounds the corner, the sub sandwiches he picked up in one hand and two cans of Coke in the other. Fuck, that was close. He glances behind him down the hallway before bringing his gaze back to me.
“Where’s Grace?” he asks, making my heart nearly stop.
“What?”
“Her car was in the driveway when I pulled into the garage.”
“Oh, right.” I clear my throat. “She had to drop something off really quick, but she left before you came inside.”
Davis tosses me a shit-eating grin, letting me know he doesn’t buy the lie. “Sure thing. Whatever you say, boss.”
Taking the sandwiches out on the back porch, we eat out there before getting back to work on his fence. Luckily, we were able to get a huge chunk of it done before stopping for lunch, and it only takes us a few more hours before it’s finished. By the time we clean up and I head home, my shirt is drenched with sweat and I’m in need of a nice, long shower.
Back at my place, I do just that before changing into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Digging through the pocket of my jeans, I grab my phone before tossing the dirty clothes in the hamper, wanting to text Grace. I unlock my phone, noticing a notification waiting for me, but when I open it, my stomach twists as I read the message.
Cole: Hey Dad. Tried to call you earlier, but you didn’t pick up. Shit’s bad at home, so I’m gonna come stay with you for a while to let things cool off. Hopefully you see this soon because I’m on my way.
With a lump in my throat, I check what time the message was sent before sliding my gaze up to check the time.
My son will be here any minute.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, dragging a hand through my wet hair.
Normally, I would be thrilled to see Cole, but all I can think right now is how he couldn’t have worse timing if he tried. I need to call Grace and let her know, but before I can, the sound of my doorbell fills the air.
Goddamnit, Cole.