Chapter 23 Grant
Two hours later, we finally arrived at my house. I rolled Ruby’s suitcase to the main door, opening it and following her inside.
“Oh my goodness. Grant, this is incredible,” she gushed.
She immediately went to the large picture window overlooking the valley.
“I can’t believe this place is real. It’s more beautiful than a five-star hotel.”
“I agree. I’ve been very happy here.”
“My goodness. This is like a yoga retreat or something. I feel better just being here.”
I smiled. “Music to my ears, babe. I’ll keep you here until you’re fully recovered.”
“Wow. You’ve got big plans, huh?” she teased.
“Oh yeah.”
“Now that you’ve lured me here into the fortress...”
“There’s no way out.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, then pulled back with a grin.
“I love having you here.”
“Really?” she asked, sounding unsure.
“Yeah. It’s actually a good thing that you packed a ton of clothes because I want to keep you here the whole damn weekend.” Even longer than that, I realized. Why hadn’t I brought her over sooner?
Her eyes were wide as she looked around as if she was taking in every detail, soaking it all up. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Do I get a tour?”
“If you feel up to it.”
“Oh yes, I do.”
I grinned, kissing one corner of her mouth.
“You can feel me up later on,” she said. “When we’re closer to the master bedroom.”
I put my hands down her back, then her ass. “I’ll touch you any way I want.”
“Oh yeah. That’s why I’m here, mister. You can take advantage of me all you want. I feel so much better now. In fact, I think we can test that sauna and everything else you said. And the pool. I never want to leave this house.”
Suddenly, I didn’t want her to leave either.
I took a step back and grabbed her hand, leading her through the house. The architect wanted every room to have a purpose, and that was something that sold me on this place.
Growing up the way I did, I had one goal: Make enough money to buy a huge place. Somewhere safe. Somewhere I could spend my days without getting bored.
I loved my home, and I was sure Ruby would too. I did have a few extra rooms added on that I felt I needed—one of them was a gym.
When we entered it, Ruby whistled. “Wow. I could work out with this view too.”
“Every room in the house has a view. Except for one.”
She smiled. “Oh, the one where you watch movies, right?”
“Exactly.”
“I want to see that one too.”
I nodded. “The theater is next door. ”
Ruby oohed and aahed as we walked in. It was a comfortable space with two couches and two armchairs. The highlight was the huge screen.
“Oh, this is quite something.”
“I agree.”
I stepped closer to her because I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her against me, kissing her earlobe. The medicine must be working, because her temperature seemed to be normal now; she wasn’t as hot to the touch.
“Fuck, woman, I can barely keep my hands off you.”
She giggled. “I can see that.”
“So, how about we continue the tour later?”
“You read my mind.”
I lifted her into my arms, keeping my hands under her ass, and carried her straight to the master bedroom.
“Fuck. I brought you here to take care of you,” I said as I lowered her feet to the floor. “To make sure you relax.”
“I only heard fuck ,” she taunted.
“I want you.”
“But I need a shower first.”
“Your wish is my command.”
It was insanely difficult to step away from her, but somehow I managed. I led her to the en suite bathroom, where I had a shower and a tub—though I rarely used the latter.
She batted her eyelashes. “Are you coming in it with me?”
“You know it, babe,” I said.
I lowered myself onto my haunches, pulling down her pajama shorts and panties. Without any warning, I pressed my thumb against her clit. She straightened up with a snap, as if an electric current went through her.
“Grant!”
“I want to taste you.”
“After the shower.” She stepped back, stepping inside the shower stall. “Come on, sexy guy. Join me.”
I started unbuttoning my shirt .
“Yum. I always like watching you strip for me,” she said.
“My pleasure. Whenever you want, I’m at your service. Your own personal stripper.”
“Music to my ears.”
I got rid of my shirt, jeans, and underwear quickly, then joined her under the spray of water. She closed her eyes as the water hit her face. I lathered shower gel in my hands and started rubbing her shoulders. She smiled without opening her eyes.
“I like this. You’re my soap boy too.”
I laughed. “That’s a thing?”
“Not sure. But if it isn’t, then I declare that that’s what you are right now.”
I moved my hands down her body, purposely avoiding her breasts. Then I turned her around and soaped up her back, followed by her ass cheeks. Bringing a hand forward, I touched her pussy. She sighed and leaned against me.
“I want to take a shower like this every evening.”
She reached back, sliding a hand between our bodies, gripping my cock.
I groaned. “No, Ruby.”
“What do you mean? I want to touch you. I’ve been dreaming about this the whole day.”
“You’ll get to touch me all you want, but not before I have my fill of you.”
I washed the soap off both of us before turning her around.
I lowered myself onto my haunches again.
Nothing was going to keep me from tasting her pussy this time.
I draped one of her legs over my shoulder.
She put a hand in my hair, grabbing the shower rail with the other one to keep herself standing.
I pressed the flat of my tongue against her clit, and she moaned, her leg trembling slightly.
“You taste so good.”
I licked her one, two, three times, watching her reactions. She was fucking gorgeous. I could see her expression every time she tilted her head forward .
Closing her eyes tightly, she said, “I need to touch myself.”
“Do it, beautiful. I want to see you.”
She grabbed her breasts, pinching the nipples between her fingers.
“I need to come,” she whispered.
I almost burst at her words, but I wasn’t going to grab my cock now. I slid one finger inside her, curling it. I immediately hit her G-spot—I could tell by the way her entire body hunched forward.
“Grant... oh, I’m so close already.”
I took my mouth off her, wanting to see her properly. I slid two fingers into her, curling them again while I put my thumb on her clit. She exploded instantly.
Her breath hitched. I didn’t have it in me to wait for her to ride out the orgasm, so I rose to my feet, grabbed her by the ass, and plastered her against the shower wall, sliding inside her to the hilt.
There was nothing gentle or slow about it.
I needed to bury myself inside her right away, and she was wet enough for that.
“I love the way you take my cock in. You feel so damn good.”
She was tight, and her inner muscles were still pulsing from the orgasm.
“I need all of you,” she murmured. “Right now. Please.”
She didn’t need to say it twice. Holding her in place by the waist, I moved in and out of her like a fucking madman. But I needed more. The floor was slippery from the water, and it was too hot. Even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I pulled out of her.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, gorgeous.”
We grabbed towels, patting ourselves dry before stepping back into the bedroom. I didn’t take her to the bed, though. Instead, I led her to the couch opposite my dresser.
“Lean over that.” I pointed to the armrest.
She swallowed hard, looking over her shoulder, and then bent at the waist. Her ass was high up in the air. “Like this? ”
“Yes. That’s exactly how I want you.”
I positioned my cock at her entrance. She let out a guttural groan as I slid inside her.
“You’re so deep,” she whispered. “So deep.”
It was a far better feeling than in the shower.
“Oh my God!” she cried out as I increased my pace.
“I love your ass. It’s so damn perfect.”
I fucked her so hard that I could barely breathe. Everything felt spectacular. Finally, I slowed my pace, drawing in a deep breath and gathering all my wits so I could be coherent.
I leaned over her and said, “You know why it feels so good?”
“Why?” Her voice trembled.
“Because you’re made for me.”
I pulled back and then slammed into her harder. Sliding a hand between her pussy and the armrest, I pressed two fingers on her clit, moving them up and down. I wanted to make her come hard, so I gave her all I had—my cock and my fingers.
When her voice changed from a cry to a groan, I knew she was right where I wanted her.
I heard a scratching sound and realized she was dragging her nails across the fabric of the couch while she groaned into the cushions.
She’d face-planted on the couch. I turned her head so her cheek was against the cushions.
“I want to hear you, Ruby.”
Her cry filled the entire bedroom, reverberating through her body. My thrusts became jerky, uncontrolled movements. I exploded inside her, filling her up so good.
I had no idea it was possible to feel this close to a human being. I wasn’t going to let this woman go— ever .