Chapter 29
TJ
CEREAL
Seeing my girl’s pussy dripping my cum in front of the fire is the stuff of my dreams. Pushing it back in though?
That took every bit of control I had not to drive my dick home again and again, even if both of us aren’t ready for more yet.
Instead, I notch the head of my cock in her tight cunt, holding my cum in her and teasing both of us.
Her lips part with a whimper as I tease her entrance with just the tip.
She looks over her shoulder and her eyes find mine.
“What was that for?” she asks and I can see the lazy, lust filled haze taking over.
She’s stunning like this — even more than I let myself picture — completely free, uninhibited and most of all, craving me as much as I crave her.
I run my fingers over her boots, up the soft skin of her long legs, and grip her by the waist. My lips curl into a grin and I swipe a strand of my sweaty, ruffled hair out of my face. “You said you wanted all of me. Just making sure you get it.”
A light and airy laugh escapes her lips and I feel the vibration right through the head of my cock.
“You think you can put one of these in your house back in Jackson?” She shimmies on the swing, still kneeling in front of me, and wraps her boots around the backs of my knees, pulling me just a bit deeper into her.
The feeling of her wet, tight opening grabbing my cock makes me shudder, still sensitive from coming harder than I ever have.
“Fuck,” I grit out, grabbing her waist tighter and bracing myself. “Yes, whatever you want.”
She laughs again, flicking her eyebrows and I can see the mischief in her emerald green eyes, focused entirely on me. “Good, but you know I just want you, right?” Our eyes lock and I nod, knowing that more than ever now.
Seconds pass like this, but it feels like we have an entire unspoken conversation before I feel the heels of her boots dig into the backs of my knees again. “Now you think we can do that again?”
She pulls herself against me, driving me into her and I know that, right now, I’m a goner for her.
The sun peeks in through the blinds of my room on a surprisingly sunny and clear Seattle morning.
I’m sure if I look out the window, I can see the sun rising up and over Mount Rainier to the east. Propped up on my elbow in bed, the only thing I want to look at today is the beautiful girl of my dreams next to me.
Her long, rainbow streaked hair flows over her pillow and face, but I can still see her freckles.
I give in, running the backs of my fingers over them, prompting her to yawn and grab my wrist. She kisses the back of my hand and turns to bury her face in her pillow.
“I know we’re both morning people, but can I stay in bed a bit longer?” she asks, her voice still sleepy and muffled when she turns enough to look at me with one eye, keeping her face plastered to the pillow.
I plant a kiss on her freckled cheek. “I told you. Whatever you want.”
I bring my nose to her hair, breathing her in before sitting up. “Besides, we have no plans today besides dinner with Slade and Sutton and they’ll wait for us if I tell them to.”
She rolls her one eye and groans into the pillow before mumbling, “You’re such a diva.”
I laugh and stand up, but not before giving her a light slap on her round ass that was pressed against me in bed all night, making it hard to sleep.
She giggles and I shrug. “Stay in bed as long as you want, Rainbow. I’ll go work on some breakfast.”
I grab my sweats and pull them on before making my way out of the bedroom, quietly sliding the door shut behind me.
I round the corner into the kitchen, stopping at the fridge to grab yogurt and some fruit. I set a couple bowls on the counter next to the tub of granola before opening the silverware drawer.
“Morning, sunshine,” a loud, cheery voice calls from across the room by the fireplace. My head whips up and I groan when I see Sutton, sitting on one of the swings, that swing. He rocks back and forth with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, shoveling cereal into his mouth.
I palm my face and shake my head before looking back at him. “I know I give you guys the keys and codes to come over, but you really need to start texting or something before you let yourselves in.”
He finishes his spoonful of cereal and I walk across the room, sitting in the swing next to him with my bowl of yogurt. “Seriously, between you and my brother, it feels like a frat house the way you guys come and go. At least give me a warning so I can put a shirt on or something.”
He snickers and points his spoon at me. “Yeah, but that makes you the cool older one we all look up to.” He eats another spoonful and hums to himself. “What? You got a house guest you’re trying to hide?”
I glare back at him. “No.”
He looks down at his bowl, but points across the room. “Then who’s that?”
I look up to see Grace striding out of the hallway from my bedroom, wearing nothing but my flannel shirt.
With her long legs, it barely covers the curve of her ass.
In a second, my flight or fuck reaction is triggered by the sight of her almost bare ass and because we’re quickly adding to the list of people who know about this.
She turns and spots the two of us and waves, flashing her bright smile.
She walks over to us and I study her face.
My body relaxes when I don’t see any signs of apprehension or misgivings about Sutton seeing her.
She strides over to us before sitting in my lap.
I wrap my arms around her, instantly relishing in her warmth when she brings her lips to my cheek for a quick kiss. “Morning, boys.”
I turn to Sutton who’s wearing a pleased smirk. “Morning, Grace. Nice to see you too.”
I arch a brow at him. “Really? No witty shit talking?”
“Nope,” he says, shaking his head, “but I’m glad you’ll finally stop moping around my restaurant now.”
He turns back to Grace. “Cereal?” he says with a mouthful, raising his bowl toward Grace.
“Do not say yes,” I say, pushing Sutton’s bowl back toward him. “I left a bowl of yogurt and fruit on the counter by the granola for you.”
He laughs. “I didn’t mean my actual bowl. I brought a whole box.”
I look over to the counter and, sure enough, I see the red box of sugary children’s cereal on the counter that I must have missed walking around half asleep.
I turn back to him, my hands still holding onto Grace’s hips in my lap. “For a world class chef, you really make me question your taste.”
“Whatever, you still love my food,” he scoffs.
Grace stands, taking a few steps toward the kitchen before stopping and looking back at us with a smug grin. “You’ve got good taste in friends and swings though.”
“Swings?” he raises a brow looking at her in confusion.
Grace smirks, “Yeah, you picked our favorite one.”
She turns and heads back toward the kitchen and I brazenly watch the way her hips sway with each long stride she takes. Sutton clears his throat, grabbing my attention and I shoot him a glare.
“What did she mean favorite swing?”
He gives me a confused look and I choke down a laugh.
I look toward the wall of windows on the other side of the room and he follows my eyes to our pile of clothes from last night still on the floor.
Then he looks up at the ropes holding the swing and back down to where he’s sitting.
He shudders and drops his spoon in the empty bowl with a clang and huffs to himself.
“Damnit. I guess I’ll go eat in the kitchen. ”
“See, these are things you could avoid if you let me know you were coming over like a normal person.” I slap him on the back of his shoulder and get up, cocking my head toward the kitchen. “Come on, I’ll join you.”
I walk over to the kitchen island and stand next to Grace, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to my side.
Sutton sits at the island across from us, still watching with that same amused grin plastered on his face.
He could crack whatever jokes he wanted to right now, but it dawns on me that I wouldn’t care at all.
I’ve got the girl that’s haunted my dreams for half a year by my side and it feels good that my best friend knows.
The only person I’m worried about is Grace, because she wanted her family to find out from her.
I want to go at her pace and let her have whatever amount of control she wants.
“Now can we finally eat?” I say, sliding my bowl in front of me.
He huffs a laugh. “You’re the one that interrupted my breakfast.”
“Your breakfast?” I ask, raising my brows.
He points at the box of cereal on the counter behind me. “Yeah, it’s my food. I brought it.”
I look at the cereal and back at him. “Why are you even here? I thought you were staying with Slade.”
Grace laughs and Sutton and I both turn to look at her.
She smiles wide and rears her head back. “What? You guys are funny. You bicker like my brothers.”
Sutton shudders before mumbling. “Remind me never to get on their bad side.” Then his eyes widen and he points a finger between me and Grace. “Wait, do they know about this?”
“Sutton,” I say, prompting him to look right at me. “They don’t know and for now, this stays between the three of us and Jake. She gets to tell them when she wants. Got it?”
He nods and I see the look in his eyes that tells me I can trust him. As unserious as he can be, when it counts, he comes through.
The sound of the elevator door to the penthouse opening grabs our attention and we all turn in that direction.
I let out a long sigh when I see Jake come in, still dressed in his gym clothes from his morning workout.
I look at him and then Sutton. “Again, changing my locks and codes as soon as I can.”
Jake snorts a laugh and raises his coffee cup to Sutton as he sits on the other side of the island. He looks at Sutton but tilts his head to me. “I see he’s his normal, charming self.”
Sutton takes a sip of his coffee and shakes his head. “Actually, these two were all sweet and cuddly this morning. It’s a good look for him.”
“Whatever.” I mutter under my breath, rubbing my hand down Grace’s back, still holding her to my side. I lean down, whispering into her ear. “Are you good? I’m sorry they’re all here. You can go change or throw on some of my sweats.”
“I’m good. They’re just legs, Tommy.” She tips her head to Sutton and then Jake.
“You think these two haven’t seen a pair before?
Besides, I grew up with Tanner and Clay.
Those two are big presences, literally and figuratively.
We didn’t exactly have a big place when we were kids so I’m used to crowded houses in the morning. ”
She might be fine with it, but I want to make sure they know she’s fucking mine. Absentmindedly, I kiss her just above her collarbone and she hums contentedly before I pull away to spot Jake looking between Sutton and me.
“Wait, so he knows too?” Jake asks. I roll my eyes and groan. “As of five minutes ago, since he also let himself in. Yeah.”
Jake shakes his head. “Wow, you really suck at keeping this under wraps.”
I shoot him a playful glare. “You didn’t come over here just to tell me that.”
Jake’s lips pull into a half hearted smile. “No, I came for a couple reasons. I wanted to apologize last night, but you were already gone. I had no idea he was going to bring her. I never thought Vince would bring Can—”
“It’s not your fault,” I say, my voice colder than I meant. “I never thought he’d be that stupid either.”
Jake nods and we don't have to say the rest. “Anyway, as long as it’s just us that knows.” I start before Grace hums with a mouthful of food, holding up a finger.
“Don’t forget about Josie and Stacy,” she says.
“Right.” I scrub my palm over my face.
I look up to see Jake wincing and my whole body tenses.
“What is it?” I ask.
He takes a deep breath, swiping his thumb across his phone and sliding it across the kitchen island. “Remember I said I had a couple reasons for coming over? Well, the group that knows might not be so small.”
I look down to see a picture of me from last night on a local online music blog. I’m standing in the rain, tilting Grace’s chin up to me. While I remember the hurt and frustration in her eyes, from the outside in this picture, all I can see is the intimacy of the moment and the longing.
Shit. So much for keeping it simple.
This just got a lot more complicated.