Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
Conway
T he last two hours have been complete torture. We’re finally nearing the end of this ridiculously stupid movie, and all I can think about is how the taste of Grace’s arousal is still on my tongue, and how I want nothing more than to kick my son out of the house so I can finish what I started.
Unfortunately, I don’t see that happening any time soon.
When Cole’s car pulled into the driveway earlier, and I noticed he wasn’t alone, my body was instantly on high alert. He left the house this morning to meet her, never mentioning doing anything other than grabbing coffee, and he certainly didn’t tell me they’d be coming back here. The look of sheer panic on Grace’s face when I pulled open the door for them was comical. I shouldn’t find so much enjoyment in her discomfort, but I can’t help it. Especially because despite how tense and on edge she clearly is being here, she’s also turned on being in my proximity, which only fuels the fire coursing through my veins.
It was risky touching her the way I did when Cole went to the bathroom, but I had to. Being this close to her and not being able to be affectionate goes against what feels so natural. If I wasn’t sure about talking to Grace about coming clean to Cole before, I sure as hell am now.
The movie that’s lasted entirely too fucking long finally ends, and I rise off the couch, grabbing the empty beer cans before bringing them to the kitchen to throw away. Joining me in the too-small space, Grace rests her backside against the counter, her arms folded tightly across her chest, as Cole puts the empty popcorn bowl in the sink.
“Fuck, I love that movie,” Colt blurts out, matching Grace’s stance but on the opposite counter.
Grace’s face screws up as she says, “Cole, that movie was so stupid.”
The sass in her voice and the surprise that flashes across Cole’s face make me chuckle before I can stop myself.
“What?” He laughs. “That movie is a comedic masterpiece. No way is it stupid.”
“She’s right,” I add, scratching my hand along my jaw.
Grace’s eyes glint as they cut over to me, and the bratty little smirk she’s giving me reminds me of the way she looks on her knees for me. “Of course, I am,” she murmurs, her voice smooth and sweet like melted caramel. “Looks like you’re finally starting to get it, Da—” Her eyes widen as she quickly says, “dude” at the last second instead. Cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink, Grace clamps her mouth shut as my pulse skyrockets at her almost slip of the tongue.
The kitchen is silent for a moment before Cole erupts in laughter. “Since fucking when do you call people dude , Grace?”
Her bright green eyes bounce between me and Cole before a giggle bubbles past her lips and she shrugs. “Guess my kids are rubbing off on me. Between the two of them, they’re always saying either that or ‘bruh.’”
“Willow too,” I offer, but it’s not a lie. The number of times I hear those words in a day is obnoxious.
“Kids are funny.” Cole chuckles before pushing off the counter. “I don’t know about y’all, but I’m fucking starving. What do you say we get started on that grilling, Dad?”
I don’t miss the way Grace subtly rolls her eyes, or the way her shoulders are clear up to her ears. I should probably put her out of her misery and insist he take her home already, but I’m not ready for her to leave just yet.
“Sounds good,” I mutter. “Grab the meat out of the fridge for me, would you, Son?”
Heaving a sigh, Grace drops her arms at her side and asks, “How can I help?”
Cole opens the fridge before glancing at her over his shoulder. “No need. You’re the g?—”
“No.” Grace holds up a hand, cutting him off. “If I’m eating here, I’m helping.” Then, shifting her gaze over to me, she adds, “What do you want me to do, Conway?”
Many, many filthy things, baby girl, I think, but don’t dare say aloud. Grace and I share a look, and for a moment, we’re the only ones in the room. The barely-there smile on her lips tells me she most likely knows what I really want her to do. Like we share a language all our own without words even needing to be spoken. Before I have a chance to respond appropriately, the sound of a phone going off pulls my attention toward Cole.
Fishing it out of his pocket, he studies the screen before glancing up. “Sorry, it’s my boss,” he explains. “We were supposed to video chat on Monday about a few things with my job and my leave of absence, but it looks like he’s going out of town at the last minute, so he wants to meet right now instead.”
“Do you want to go into mine or Willow’s room to do the call for more privacy?” I ask him.
“Yeah, sure.” He nods. “Go ahead and start the food if you want. It shouldn’t take longer than thirty minutes, I would think.”
“We can wait,” I say.
Cole disappears down the hall toward my bedroom a moment later. I’m interested to find out how the meeting goes later. As far as I know, his job isn’t really something that can be done remotely. Maybe in the short term, but he’ll need to return there if he plans to keep his job.
He’s burying his head in the sand because he doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of his actions, and while I get that to an extent, he’s going to have to tuck his tail between his legs and pay the piper. Being jobless and living with his father isn’t going to cut it. Cole needs to want more for himself, but he also needs to clean up the mess he made back home, no matter how uncomfortable it may be.
Turning toward Grace, I rest my hip against the edge of the counter and cross my arms over my chest, allowing myself the opportunity to check her out shamelessly now that we’re alone. “It looks like we’ve got a little time to kill, Sin.”
“Looks like it.” Flashing me a smile that looks equal parts bashful and flirty, she rolls her shoulders back and tilts her head adorably to the side as she peers over at me. “What did you have in mind?”
My heart slams against my ribs as hot, heady arousal courses through my bloodstream, a dozen obscene ideas flashing through my mind, each one louder than the voice in the far back corner, telling me that doing any of those things would be nothing short of reckless. My son is occupied for the next half an hour, and my body desperately craves Grace. I need to lose myself inside this woman I’m crazy about for a little bit before we have to go back to pretending there’s nothing between us.
Lip twisting into a smirk, I nod in the direction of the laundry room. “Be a good girl for Daddy and go in there.”
Grace bites down on her bottom lip as her eyes darken. There’s no arguing or teasing, not an ounce of hesitation as she does exactly what I say, her delicious hips swaying seductively with every step. Following Grace into the small space, I shut the door behind me and reach down to adjust myself as she turns around and peers up at me from beneath her long, dark lashes. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lip is still tucked between her teeth. The goosebumps covering her arms make my blood pump hotter, and the way her chest expands with each shallow breath lets me know she’s as turned on already as I am.
I close the distance between us in two long strides. Bringing my hand up, I brush a strand of hair out of her face before cupping her cheek as she tilts her head back to meet my gaze. Her pupils have devoured her brilliant green irises. “Think you can be quiet, baby girl?”
Grace leans into my touch, eyelids fluttering as she nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Such a good girl,” I husk, grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her up onto the dryer. My hand dipping beneath her skirt, I caress along her inner thigh, teasing my thumb over the damp cotton covering her pussy. The heat coming from her core is radiating onto my hand, and my cock throbs with an unbridled need to sink into her tight, wet cunt. Reaching down with one hand, I work my belt open, then my jeans, my eyes never leaving hers. “I bet you’re fucking aching for me,” I growl against her mouth. “Aren’t you, Sin?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Your greedy little pussy has been waiting all goddamn day for me to stuff it full with my cock, hasn’t it?”
She nods, a smirk full of sex curling up her lips.
“Such a naughty girl,” I groan, palming my stiff length as soon as it’s freed from my pants. Grace’s gaze drops to take in the sight, but I hook a finger under her chin and force her attention back up. “Eyes on me, baby girl.”
A sexy little frustrated whimper falls from her lips as her eyebrows knit. “Fuck me already,” she whines, resting her palms flat on the top of the dryer.
I hook an arm around her waist, tugging her to the edge of the machine as a growl rasps in my throat. “Somebody’s forgetting their manners.” I love the way she huffs and rolls her eyes.
“ Please fuck me,” she grits out. Her eyes fucking shimmer with mirth when she adds, “Before we run out of time, and you manage to not get me off for the second time today.”
Breathing out a chuckle, I bring my hand up to my face and spit in my palm before coating my length with it. “Such a fucking brat,” I mutter darkly as I shove her panties to the side and line myself up to her slick entrance.
With my hand still around her waist, I hold her tight and sink into her in one swift go, feeling her walls clench around me as her eyes widen and her jaw relaxes, a throat-deep groan falling off her lips. I don’t give her time to adjust, nor do I take it easy. As quickly as I sink into her, I pull all the way out just as fast before sliding in balls deep again. Grace keeps one hand on the dryer for balance while she brings the other up to wrap around the back of my neck. Eyes never leaving mine, her cries are soft as I have my way with her right here in the laundry room.
“This what you wanted?”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she breathes.
The sound of my balls slapping against her body as I thrust echoes throughout the small room. “Did you think about me when you were out to coffee with him earlier?”
Grace shakes her head, biting down on her lip. “Nope.” She giggles, mischief dancing in her darkened gaze. “In fact, I don’t think about you nearly as much as you probably think I do.”
I huff out a laugh, nails biting into the flesh on her waist as I drill into her harder. “Is that so?”
“Mmhmmm.” Flashing me another bratty grin and bringing her hand between us, her fingers press down on her clit, and she breathes out a sexy little moan as she rubs herself.
“That might be believable if it weren’t for how soaked your little fucking cunt is for me right now, baby girl.” Flashing her a wolfish grin, I bring my hand to the front of her throat, squeezing lightly as I switch to slow, deep thrusts. Her pulse flutters rapidly under my touch, and her tits bounce behind her top with every snap of my hips. “You fucking love the way I fuck you,” I growl against her mouth. “You can’t get enough of the way I make you feel. My tongue, fingers, and cock make you come harder than anybody else has before.”
Grace’s soft, sexy moans fan my face as her heavy eyelids fight to stay open. She’s close, I can feel it.
“I want you to admit it, baby girl.” Smoothing my hand up, I grip her jaw, feeding her every last inch of my cock as her walls contract and squeeze around me. “Admit you love this cock, love the way I fuck you, love the way I make you come.”
Before she even says a word, I already know whatever’s about to come out of her mouth is going to be sassy and the exact opposite of what I just told her. Never in my life have I been with a woman who is so equally infuriating and irresistible. And even more than that, everything infuriating about her turns me on like nothing else ever has.
“Aww, is somebody feeling a little insecure, knowing I’ve fucked both of the men in this house?” The wrinkles around her eyes crease as she grins up at me. “Need me to stroke your big man ego and tell you that you’re doing a good job, is that it?”
A deep chuckle rumbles from my throat as I stare down at the stubborn, bratty, beautiful fucking mess of a woman beneath me. Every last nerve ending in my body is tingling, drunk on everything about Grace. Her attitude, her breathtaking face, the way she holds on to me as her pussy stretches to take me like her body was made for me. She’s maddening and intoxicating.
“You’ve got it all wrong, baby girl,” I rasp as I bring my hand around to the back of her head, fisting the thick, sweaty strands on her nape. “Remember what I said about the difference between fucking boys and men?” She doesn’t say a word, but her eyes narrow as she listens. “Yeah, you may have fucked us both, but your body speaks fucking volumes. I already know with absolute certainty that I give it to you better than he ever could. Better than anybody before me.”
Lips parted, Grace’s throat flexes as she swallows, her nails digging into my neck.
“The way your muscles tense,” I go on, trailing a finger down the center of her chest. “The way your beautiful, fair skin glistens with sweat as you try to hold back, the way you’re barely keeping quiet—all of it proves my point. You hear that, Sin?” My gaze leaves hers as it drops down to where we’re connected. My thumb replaces her fingers on her swollen clit, and her head drops back as she breathes out a groan. “Hear the way my cock sounds destroying your sweet fucking cunt? Your pussy has a chokehold on my dick. Soaking wet and fucking desperate to come. You’re right there, aren’t you, baby girl?”
Lifting my gaze, the sight of her flushed cheeks and lust-drunk expression nearly pushes me over the edge. Both hands now planted on the dryer behind her, she gazes up at me from beneath heavy eyelids, lips, cherry red and plump, parted as she inches closer to oblivion, not even aware of how close I am to following her. I’ve never seen anything more spectacular than the sight of Grace giving in to and taking her own pleasure.
I grip the back of her neck, leaning down to bring my face to hers. Breathing her in. Reveling in the fact that I’m lucky enough to experience her like this. “You’re fucking trembling, baby girl,” I groan into her mouth, a smile pulling on my lips as she moans softly. “Does my girl need to come?”
“Yes,” she cries. “Please, Daddy. It feels so fucking good.”
“What does? Explain it for Daddy.”
Grace brings a hand to the side of my face, her hungry eyes boring into mine as I swallow down her breathless moans. “Your cock,” she pants. “The way your big, thick cock barely fits in my pussy. The way you fuck me so deep”—her words are drowned out by the low, raspy moan falling off her lips as her eyes roll back—“and so hard.” She continues, voice strained. “You fuck my pussy so good, Daddy. So, so good. And I’m barely holding on. Please, please let me come all over your big, fat cock.”
Sweat pours down my back, my heart going a mile a minute as pleasure rips through my body. I’m so goddamn close, and hearing her beg me like that, hearing the arousal wrapped around every word, feeling her pulse around me, and seeing the look of ecstasy on her face is enough to bring me to my fucking knees.
I crash my lips down onto hers, tongue delving into her mouth, tasting hers once before pulling back to look her in the eyes. “Come for me, Grace,” I growl, feeling my balls tighten. “I want to feel you explode for me.”
As if permission was all she needed, Grace throws her head back, eyes slamming shut as I feel her pussy contract around me. Her moans are guttural and not at all quiet, but I can’t find it in me to care as I press my lips greedily to her throat. Her orgasm is a detonator for mine. My muscles tighten and my cock pulses, spilling my load deep inside her. I’m utterly and shamelessly consumed by this woman. My head swims, a hazy fog swirling around as I ride through my release, so lost in the moment and in Grace, I’m completely unaware of my surroundings.
Until it’s too late.
“What the fuck, Dad?”
Cole’s voice cuts through the fog, splashing over me like a bucket of ice water, and reality hits me in the blink of an eye. Grace yelps and jerks away from me, quickly trying to right her clothes as our eyes meet, the panic and shock looking back at me certainly matching my own.
“Oh, god,” Grace murmurs, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth.
As quickly as I can, I tuck myself inside my jeans before turning toward my son, who’s standing in the doorway to the laundry room, a look of sheer disgust on his face. “Cole,” I say quietly, holding up my hand like I’m trying not to scare a wild animal. “Let me explain. Please.”
Cole’s wide eyes dart over my shoulder to Grace, and something bitter and ugly hits me in the gut, knowing he’s seeing her like this, and wanting to protect her from the discomfort I know she’s feeling. He looks at Grace for no more than a few seconds before his anger-fueled gaze slices back to mine.
“I just walked in on my dad railing my fucking ex-girlfriend on the dryer,” he scoffs, face twisted up. “What exactly is there to explain?” Cole fists the hair on top of his head, breathing out a humorless laugh. “Wow. This is so fucked up. I can’t fucking believe this.”
Shoving my back, Grace hops down from the dryer, and when I glance back at her, she won’t look at me. “I’m gonna go,” she mumbles, fixing her skirt again.
“Wait, we can talk?—”
“Conway, no!” she snaps, cutting me off and stepping around me. The fact that she still won’t look at me slices into my chest like a serrated knife. “Cole’s right, this is fucked up. I’m. Leaving.” Looking up at Cole, she motions for him to move. “Excuse me.”
Cole doesn’t budge. Arms folded over his chest, his gaze alternates between the two of us. “Nobody is leaving until I find out how the fuck this happened.”
Rolling her shoulders back, Grace clenches her jaw as she exhales harshly through her nose. “Cole, if you don’t get the fuck out of my way, I will not be held responsible for what I do. Now, get out of my fucking way so I can leave.”
After a few seconds pass, I start to think she may actually physically move him out of the way but, finally, he steps to the side, and without a second glance, Grace storms out of the laundry room moments before the sound of the front door slamming reaches my ears. The urge to go after her is strong, and almost impossible to ignore, but I can only deal with one thing at a time, and my son has to be my first priority right now.
Fuck, this is bad.