7. Hailey
CHAPTER 7
hailey
Graham sneaking into my room last night? New kink unlocked. Just when I thought he wouldn’t come back for more, he surprised me. Waking up with him wrapped around me, though? My heart tumbles over erratically in my chest, throbbing hard against my ribcage, and I’m sure he can feel it beneath the hand currently splayed over my breasts. The sun hasn’t begun its accent over the mountains yet, so I know we still have time before I need to wake Mila up . . . or Mila finds us. I expected Graham to leave at some point in the night, but he must have been just as tired as I was. I’ve never slept so soundly before, tucked safely in his strong arms, our naked bodies flush, his dick still stuffed inside me.
I stir slightly, trying to wake him up and hoping like hell he doesn’t completely panic and lose his shit when he realizes he spent the night with me. That would kill me. I don’t want him to ever regret anything we do together.
“Graham . . .”
“Mmm. Good morning,” he whispers, his voice groggy and thick with sleep. “This is a nice way to wake up.”
My heart does that dang flip in my chest again, butterflies taking flight in my stomach. Damn him and his sweet words. Everything about him is calling me to stay right here and waste the morning away together in bed. But that’s not in the cards for us. I start to move to get out of bed, Graham’s arm tightening around my waist where he’s banded around me, his face nuzzling into my neck. What is he doing to me?
“Mmm. We’ve got to get up.”
“Not yet, you feel too good, honey. I slept peacefully for the first time in years.”
I thought I could shield my heart through this, but damn if so much of it didn’t just fall further for this man. And we’ve only just begun.
“Same, actually,” I confess. Without overthinking it, I roll over into his big arms, hiking my leg up on his hip. His hand finds its home at my ass, a place he’s more than familiarized himself with at this point.
“Last night was a surprise,” I admit.
“A good one, I hope.”
“The best,” I whisper as I lean forward, brushing my lips against his. His tongue peeks out, swiping across my lips, tasting me.
“Mmm. I didn’t kiss you enough last night, I better make up for that now.”
Graham erases the final space between us, claiming my lips in a searing kiss that melts me from head to toe. I wrap my arm around his neck, my fingers threading through the back of his hair as I give in to the kiss. It doesn’t heat up any further, we just lay there, our naked bodies pressed against each other, our lips connected as our tongues tangle and twist together. It’s everything .
“God, Hails, I don’t remember the last time I just made out. How do you taste so good? I can’t get enough of you.” He kisses me more, his lips devouring mine in a slow, erotic caress, like there’s nothing pressing, no rush, just a slow, unhurried kiss that leaves both of us panting.
We break apart, our foreheads resting against one another, my fingers moving against the short hairs at the base of his hairline. I don’t want this to end.
“That’s one hell of a way to wake up.”
And I couldn’t agree more with his statement. He kisses my forehead before pulling the sheets back and standing up, his muscular back straining as he stretches the muscles to wake up his body.
“I’m going to go shower, I’ll take Mila to school today, you should sleep in. There’s no rush for you to get up right now,” he tells me. As if I could possibly fall back asleep with the way he just wound up my body. But I’m not one to argue. I know how much he loves his daughter, and I’m sure not seeing her last night is influencing his decision to take her to school as well.
Instead of listening explicitly, as soon as the door shuts behind him, I leap into action, pinning my hair up with some clips and jumping into a quick shower, disappointed to wash his scent off of me. After brushing my teeth, I throw on a pair of jeans and a plain V-neck T-shirt, letting my hair fall down around my face. I scoot into the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients to make French toast. I can hear Graham and Mila upstairs getting ready for their work and school days, and looking at the clock, I know I’ve got plenty of time to whip up breakfast.
As I’m putting the last few pieces onto the skillet, Graham’s heavy footfalls descend the stairs, heading in my direction.
“Mmm. What is that delicious smell?”
I turn to face him, and I have to actively work to keep my jaw from falling open to gape. His hair is styled and gelled at the top, his salt-and-pepper beard cleaned up and shortened. He’s barefoot, which should be a crime because why is that so sexy? He’s wearing a pair of worn-in denim jeans and has a plaid button-down shirt in his hand. His body is muscular and toned in all the right places, with a tiny dusting of light hair on his chest. His shoulders are rounded, the skin taut over his biceps. Jesus fucking shit. I know I’ve slept with this man, but my brain turns to mush when I see him.
He smirks at me—as if he knows the reaction he brings out in women—as he works his arms into the sleeves of his shirt.
“I-uh . . . ” I clear my throat, my voice cracking. “I wanted to make you two breakfast before you left.”
He walks around the bar, looking behind him to make sure we didn’t miss Mila barreling down the stairs from her room. My heart is in my throat as he stops directly behind me, fingers trailing down my arm, eliciting goosebumps in his wake.
“I thought I told you to sleep in?” his rich baritone voice whispers against my neck.
“You think I could sleep after all of that? I’m wound tight and wide awake. Plus, you both need to eat something other than coffee and granola bars.”
“Thank you. You look beautiful, by the way. Makes me want to say fuck you to the day and spend it here with you instead.”
With a quick kiss to my neck, he turns toward the coffee pot just as Mila trots down the stairs to join us.
The morning goes by quickly as I clean up the house and finish laundry for myself and Mila. Opening up my laptop, I check to make sure everything was received by the schools I applied to for my master’s program, and then bring up my in-progress applications for Aspen Ridge Elementary School, plus the two schools in Briar Falls. Both are hiring, and while Aspen Ridge is my first choice, I would take anything at this point. With summer starting, I really want to be able to plan and get my classroom ready for September. I’ve got plenty of time, but I want to make sure I’m being proactive.
I know a conversation with Graham will need to be had at some point, but he seems so happy with our current situation, I haven’t wanted to remind him that this was only supposed to be until I secured a job. Even if I’m extremely reluctant to move out and live completely on my own. My phone buzzes next to me, and I swipe open the notification quickly when I see Graham’s name.
Graham: Any chance you have time to come see me?
Me: I have time. You want me to come to the distillery?
Graham: Park in the visitor lot, I’ll meet you there
Me: Okay. I’m on my way.
Hauling ass into my bedroom, my thick socks slide across the hardwood floor as I scurry to brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair. I throw on a light layer of mascara, some cherry lip gloss, and a plain navy-colored T-shirt dress with Converse slip-ons. With my heart in my throat, I make the ten-minute drive to Aspen Ridge Distillery, parking my car in the gravel parking lot that’s currently packed with other visitors.
Graham is where he said he was, leaning his gorgeous body against a tall building that sits in front of the lot. His muscular arms flex where they’re crossed over his broad chest, a smile toying at his lips.
Shutting my car door, I walk up to him, his eyes eating me alive and lighting that match in the pit of my belly.
“Hey, you wanted to see me? Is everything okay?” I ask sheepishly, unsure of the etiquette of seeing him at work. I’ve been here a million times, and since I’m his nanny, it’s not like anyone would assume anything is going on between us simply because I’m here to see him. But still, appearances are everything, and I don’t want this to get out.
Graham nods his head as he stands, motioning for me to follow him. We walk for a moment as he leads me to a large warehouse filled with whiskey barrels. The smell of charred sugar and vanilla hits my nose and I inhale it deeply into my lungs. If only I thought whiskey tasted as good as this place smells—I only drank it the night at the hotel to impress him.
Opening up a door, he grabs my wrist and pulls me inside. I let my eyes adjust for a moment, the natural light pouring into the storage room from the above windows, illuminating just enough for us to see our way around. Graham’s natural silver highlights shine in the light, his strong jaw ticking as he looks me over, taking confident steps in my direction. I turn from him, looking around the room, biding time and soaking in the place that he loves so much.
Graham’s hands find their home on my hips, his body flush against the back of mine, his hard cock pressing into my lower back. God, he’s already hard for me. It’s an incredible feeling to be so heavily desired by such a gorgeous, perfect man.
“I couldn’t wait until I got home, honey. I need you now. Especially after the tease of this morning. I haven’t been able to focus on anything but you.”
He spins me then, pressing my back against the cold stone wall and dropping to his knees in front of me.
“Thank fuck you wore a dress, Hailey, I would have ripped a hole in anything else to get to your sweet little pussy.”
“Oh, god.”
His hands run up the length of my legs, goosebumps scattering across my sensitive skin until he reaches my hips and discovers I went without panties for him, his forehead falling against my abdomen as he groans loudly.
“Fuck, Hailey. You’re so perfect for me.”
His words coat me in a loving caress, my heart thumping erratically in my chest, my head trying to stay clear and not let myself go there. Graham lifts my dress, lips moving across the top of my pelvis with open-mouthed kisses as I let my head fall back against the wall. When I told Graham he could have free use of my body to make himself feel good, I had no idea that he would get so much pleasure from giving it to me.
His firm hands lift behind my knee, laying my thigh over his shoulder as he squeezes his broad body between my legs. Using his thumbs to spread me open further, I get the first feeling of his warm, wet tongue slowly licking up my center, an electric current shooting through my entire body like a lightning bolt.
“Oh, god, yes.”
“Say my name when I’m eating your pussy, honey, no one else’s.”
Jesus. This man’s mouth.
“Graham, that feels so good.”
I never want him to stop. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Granted, I’ve only ever been with fumbling early twenty-somethings that couldn’t find a clit if a gun was to their head.
“You like me on my knees for you, Hailey?” He flicks my clit several times with the tip of his tongue, pleasure coursing through me, my knees nearly buckling from the onslaught. “My mouth on your pussy? Fuck , I love the taste of you.”
“Graham, when you talk like that . . .” My words trail off as my head tips back against the wall, my eyes closing. He’s so damn good at this. Pleasure vibrations hum throughout my body, washing through me in waves. His mouth pulls away, his breath warm on my wet skin as he speaks.
“Watch me eat your pussy, Hailey. I want to see your whiskey eyes on me while I make you come.”
His head dives back in, his broad shoulders spreading my legs impossibly wide for the position, but all I feel is pleasure. My hands comb through the soft locks of his hair, pushing it out of his face so that I can meet the depths of his eyes while he buries his tongue inside me.
“Ohmygod, Graham. Aah! Yes!” My hips gyrate on their own, my body wanton, actively chasing the impending orgasm. He fucks me with his tongue before brushing it up my length in long, slow licks before sucking my clit into his mouth. The suction and little pulses he’s making send me over that glorious, euphoric edge. I slap my hand over my mouth as I come against his tongue, my entire body shaking from the force of it. Graham grabs my hips, pressing his face into my wet, throbbing center, licking me through each wave, pulling every ounce of pleasure from my body in the way that only he’s been able to do.
When the sensations become too much, I gently push against his head and he goes willingly, his lips puffy, my arousal smeared and glistening on his face.
“Can I have you, honey?”
Instead of answering him with words, I pull up my dress, exposing my bottom half completely, and turn to the side, bending over a whiskey barrel and presenting myself to him. The moan he releases is deep and manly and makes my core clench. The rustle of Graham undoing his pants to free himself is the only noise filling the room while I wait for him. He doesn’t make me wait long, the hard mushroom head of his thick cock easily slides through my drenched core, nudging my center.
“Fuck, Hails, you’re so ready for me. Hold onto the barrel, honey, I want you so bad, I’m not going to be able to take it slow.”
He keeps his promise, bracing his hands on either side of my hips and driving his big dick home, filling me completely in one hard thrust. The air whooshes from my lungs, my body jerking forward, the hard wood of the barrel digging into my hip bones.
“This pussy. Jesus, Hailey, you feel so damn good. Can’t. Get. Enough.” His thrusts are practically unbridled, there’s zero finesse—it’s a man teetering on the edge of control as he takes what he wants, overcome with feral desire. And I’m the subject of it. It’s a heady feeling that I don’t ever want to end.
The orgasm comes from out of nowhere, barreling through me with a power that knocks the wind out of me, tears springing to my eyes as I shake under him, my nails digging into the wood of the barrel.
“Oh, hell yeah, honey, that’s it, come all over my cock. Such a good girl for me.”
My orgasm goes on and on as Graham continues to fuck into me, his hands holding me tight, cock pounding in and out of my body until he goes rigid, his cock jerking inside me, warm cum filling my center. His moans are feral, my name on his lips as he writhes behind me.
Any man I had been with before came silently, a soft, pathetic grunt that let me know he finished, but not Graham. Graham lets go completely, his husky voice moaning out my name and words of praise, letting me know exactly how good he feels.
I stand up as Graham’s hands collect my hair and push it off to one side, baring my neck to him. His lips meet the soft spot of skin at the base of my neck above my shoulders, kissing me gently and moaning quietly against my flesh. He turns me in his arms, eyes darting back and forth between my own, taking stock of me and how I’m feeling. My fingers instinctually move to my sore hips, my skin raw from the wood. Graham doesn’t miss a beat, dropping to his knees in front of me and lifting my dress, concern etched deep into his features.
“Hold it up for me, let me see you.”
I comply, pulling my dress up as his hands gently roam over the tender area on either side of my body. I look down, seeing the angry red marks and indentations the whiskey barrel left.
“I’m so sorry, honey, I got carried away. Are you alright?” His breath is cool against my warm skin, his lips descending and then connecting with my body, gently—lovingly—kissing over the marks that were left.
“I won’t be that rough with you again, Hailey. I’m so thankful you give your body to me, forgive me?”
I brush my fingers over the coarse hair of his short beard, smiling up at his handsome face. “There’s nothing to forgive. I trust you. I enjoyed it. If it was too much, I would tell you.”
His face softens but still shows that he doesn’t fully believe me.
“You promise? You’ll tell me if I’m ever too rough? Or if it’s ever too much for you? I never want to cause you pain.”
“Of course. I promise. You won’t hurt me, Graham.”
“Never, honey.”
He pulls me into a hug that’s so sweet and tender, the last piece of my heart falls into the abyss.
I’m completely in love with Graham Colson.