9. Hailey
CHAPTER 9
hailey
Weeks pass, and I couldn’t be happier. A day hasn’t gone by where Graham hasn’t ended up inside me or fallen asleep in my bed next to me after we spent hours talking. He’s attentive in a way that I should have assumed but never imagined. He asks me about my goals and dreams, checking in a few times a week if I’ve heard from schools.
His sexual appetite for me can’t be satiated, and while my best friends were right—I’m sore—I wouldn’t change a thing. Being craved so carnally by the man I’ve fallen in love with makes me feel powerful and confident.
Our secret has stayed between us, and we’ve been so careful not to be overly flirtatious in front of Mila—although I’ve caught her giving us the side-eye on more than one occasion—and we haven’t been on any dates since the first night together at the hotel. While I wish we could, the thought of people finding out about us is terrifying. Especially how it could ruin Graham’s relationship with my dad.
Speak of the devil. My phone blares “The Imperial March” from its place on the counter. Snatching it up, I click accept.
“Hey father unit, how are you?”
“Hailey. It’s your mother.”
Oh, blech, yuck, ew, can I rewind and not answer?
I sigh loud enough so that she can hear my displeasure. I’m still unhappy with her after everything has gone down with my sister, Hannah. I’ve never given her attitude before, but I’m just not in the mood to hear the backhanded, belittling comments that I’m typically really good at brushing off.
“Hello, Lady Tremaine, how can I be of service to you?”
“I see you’ve picked up Hannah’s snark. Lovely. I’m sure that will get you far, Hailey. At least I’ll have one daughter left who appreciates me.”
“Oh, I assure you, it doesn’t have anything to do with lack of appreciation, Mother, and everything to do with your unattainable expectations and lack of genuine care for our happiness.”
“Ahh. Well, I can feel the migraine coming along so I’ll make this short. Father’s Day is next week and I am hosting a brunch for your father. It’s the last event we will have before our move out of this frigid, gloomy town.”
“Sounds like a party. What can I bring?”
“Yourself, Hailey. Please don’t bring anything. We all know you can’t cook. Can I trust you’ll pass the invitation along to Graham, or do I need to call him to make sure he gets word?”
“Of course I will let him know, Mother. Please rest, I wouldn’t want that migraine to affect your move.”
“See you soon, Hailey.”
Hanging up the phone, I drop it onto the counter and lay my head flat against the cool countertop. Ugh. There’s no getting out of this and it’s going to suck. Dinner with my entire family plus Graham? Kill me now. Our little bubble is about to be popped. Nausea passes through me quickly and I stand up, pressing my hand to my stomach.
Keeping this dirty little secret has been easy since we can sneak around while living together. Mila sleeps upstairs and she crashes hard, then it’s just Graham and I. But now? I don’t know how I’m going to sit through a meal with him surrounded by our close circle and be so platonic that no one picks up on the tension and chemistry between us.
Another wave of nausea hits me, my heart rate racing, my cheeks flaming with warmth. Leave it to my mother to bring out a full-body panic reaction. Checking the clock, I grab my phone to text my friends before having to pick up Mila from school. She has one week left before summer, and she’s so excited about the fun events planned for this week. My heart flips over knowing that I get to hear about how each day went.
I collapse on the couch, trying to breathe through my stomach churning and bring up the group text.
Me: Well, I’m screwed
Lily: Good! He’s giving it to you good then?
Emma: Get it girl!
Me: Not in the literal meaning, I mean that too, but my mother dearest has demanded we both attend a Father’s Day brunch next weekend.
Emma: Does she know you’re seeing each other?
Me: We’re not seeing each other, just sleeping together, and no, no one knows but you two
Lily: Well, that sounds like hell on earth. Although, family dinner is a grand ole time over at our house, too
Emma: ba ha ha ha I bet since you went and married your ex-boyfriend’s DAD
Me: I guess that tops dad’s best friend but shit balls. I don’t want to go. I can already taste the awkwardness
Emma: yeah, it’s not great. But, you’ll get through it.
Lily: How does Graham feel?
Me: He doesn’t know yet…
Lily: That’ll be interesting. You two are adults. It’ll be fine.
Emma: Totally fine.
Me: Everything’s fine
* * *
I wake up with a start, warm hands cupping my heavy breasts, but it doesn’t feel pleasurable—they ache. My eyes crack open as I wince, but Graham’s hands have already released me, his eyes traveling down my body as he pulls the blanket back further. His eyes are heavily lidded and heated with lust, igniting that spark deep inside me that only he has the match to strike.
“God, I love when you’re naked and waiting for me. Look at you, so needy for my cock, Hails.”
“Always.”
“You like me sneaking in here and taking whatever I want? You like letting me have free use of your body?”
“It makes me feel so good, Graham.”
“Damn, Hails, you’re too good to me. God, I love this sexy body.” His hands are all over me, like he’s unsure where he wants to start, groping and squeezing, touching everywhere but where I want him the most.
His face is enraptured, overcome with lust and pleasure. His blue eyes are heavy, his face shadowed by the light of the moon shining in through my window, but there’s no mistaking his feral features.
Graham lays down on his back next to me, pulling my body on top of his. His lips connect with mine, finally kissing me. His large palm connects with my face, anchoring me to him like I have any intention of ever leaving. His other hand presses down on my lower back, my wet pussy sliding up the length of his solid cock. I rotate my hips, stroking him between my legs. I feel each ridge of his dick and the large mushroom head as it nudges my clit.
We’re both moaning, our noises muffled by each other’s mouths while our tongues meet in the middle, desperate to connect and be closer than we are.
“Be my good girl and flip around, I want my cock in your mouth while I lick your pussy.”
Shit. My heart races at his dirty command, everything else in the world washing away.
“Yes, sir.”
Sitting up, Graham helps me get situated so that my knees are above his shoulders, lining my core up with his mouth. His hands snake around my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants while I grab his big dick in my hand, lapping at his slit eagerly. The bead of precum explodes on my tongue and I hum around it. I love his taste. Wanting to coax more from him, I squeeze his shaft, jerking him from root to tip while sucking hard on the thick head. He moans into my pussy, vibrations ricocheting outward, sending pleasure throughout my body, making it hard to focus on my task. His tongue expertly licks me, devouring me, conquering my body like he doesn’t already own every single piece of me.
Like nearly every time before, we come together, my body shaking over his as he fills my mouth with cum. I suck him down greedily, loving his salty flavor, obsessed that I can make such a strong male feel so good with just my mouth.
I pop off of him, shimmying down his body and flipping back around. His arms are open, waiting for me as I collapse on top of him.
“I’ll never get enough of you. You and your pussy are an addiction, honey. Sweet perfection.”
“Mmm.” I hum my appreciation as my fingers trail over his bare chest. “Work crazy again today?”
His face is full of sympathy, and my heart crashes into a pit of despair at the base of my stomach, worry churning around.
“Your dad came by the distillery and we had a drink, caught up with each other.”
“Oh.”
“I didn’t want to tell you and make things awkward.”
“That’ll do it. Did he tell you about brunch?”
“He did. We’ll get through it.”
“I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Hails. I don’t want you to worry about me.”
My heart can’t help but sink further. Why would he be worried? Once this is over, no one will know we were ever a thing. He’ll go back to his life and eventually start dating again, especially after he’s clearly got his groove back. And I’ll heal from my broken heart, and maybe someday I’ll find someone that can come close to him.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
I’m in love with you.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but instead, I swallow them down, not wanting to ruin everything before it ends on its own.
“When all the girls my age were dreaming about being actresses, singers, veterinarians, and rocket scientists, I was dreaming about being a wife and a mom.”
“That sounds about right.” His fingers trail down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I never wanted to be a dad.”
“That sounds about right,” I say with a light laugh. “You forget I grew up with you around. I remember being Mila’s age and you had just come back from Hawaii. You brought us back real flower leis, and I thought how none of my dad’s other friends traveled like that. You seemed so carefree.”
“I was. But then Mila was placed in my arms and everything changed. I live and breathe for her. She’s my everything. I wouldn’t have willingly had children on my own, and I think the universe knew it would need to be thrust upon me to make it happen. That this was my path. Nothing has ever made me happier.”
“You’re a good father, Graham.”
He looks down at me, lips descending on mine, kissing me so painfully slow that it hurts, building us both back up again. With him behind me, he slips inside, sinking in deep, both of us moaning at the sensation of him filling me.
“I love you inside me like this,” I confess.
“Honey, me too. Nothing has ever felt so right. Felt so good.”
He fucks me slowly, our bodies moving as one, as if we have all the time in the world, as if this thing between us will never end. He fucks me until we’re coming again, pleasure whisking me away into the abyss. I fall asleep with Graham inside me, arms wrapped tight around my body, and I don’t know how I’ll ever walk away from this and be the same after.