4. Grady
Chapter 4
Grady
M argot was inside my home, which was not something I ever thought would happen, but now that she was here and looking around, I braced myself for whatever criticisms she might have. Not that I cared. I found the American farmhouse within days of buying the bar and fell in love with it. After a year of updating the plumbing, heating and light fixtures, it was home. I loved it, and with Carlotta’s help it was nicely decorated in what she called masculine colors. It looked like an adult male lived here, not a bachelor or a college kid.
I set the alarm out of habit, even though it was mostly unnecessary in Carson Creek, and kicked off my boots determined to brush off whatever cutting remark was about to fall from Margot’s lips.
“This place is nice,” she said on a sigh and looked up at the exposed wooden beams. “Very masculine.”
So far, so good. “But?”
She turned to me with a knowing smile. “Could use more personal touches. This could be a model home for the lack of personal details, but it’s nice.”
“I’ll let my decorator know,” I grunted in response, because I was expecting snooty and critical, not complimentary. I smiled at her shocked expression. “Tired?”
“Thirsty.”
I nodded for her to follow me into the kitchen. “Flat or sparkling water?”
“Something stronger.”
I turned from the fridge and watched her as she watched me, a small smile on her lips. “Beer.” I pulled two brown ales from the fridge and set one in front of her frowning face. “It’s beer, or it’s water.”
She eyed the bottle as if it might jump up and bite her, and I reached out to put it back in the fridge. “Wait.” Her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist the same as she had at the bar. “I’m not being critical, but beer has too many calories.”
“A few extra calories won’t kill you Margot. Just walk a few extra steps tomorrow,” I growled and popped the cap on both bottles.
She eyed the bottle carefully and read every word on both sides of the label, still trying to find a way out of drinking it.
“Margot?” She gasped as if startled and looked up at me. “Michael and Adam’s twins are probably really adorable. Probably even have those matching bonnet things with their names on ’em to tell them apart.”
She growled and picked up the bottle, taking two impressive gulps before she slammed it down on the kitchen table with sigh. “That wasn’t very nice.”
“But it did the trick,” I told her and set my beer down and headed back to the living room to grab a bottle of whiskey from the bar. I poured two shots and handed one to her. “Didn’t it?”
“Jerk,” she growled and accepted the shot, which she knocked back impressively. “Yeah, that hit the spot.”
I set the bottle down between us and dropped down into a chair with a grunt. “So Margot, if you want kids, why have you waited so long?”
“You mean my age?”
I shrugged. “No, I mean you’ve been divorced for a while now, so what’s with the wait?”
She contemplated her answer for a long time, and took a long swig of beer. “Honestly? I just didn’t think about doing it on my own, and since I’ve sworn off men I figured that part of my dreams would simply go unfulfilled.”
“You don’t want a man?”
“Not really,” she sighed and then sat up a little taller. “No, I don’t. Michael and I were friends for a long time, and he wasn’t honest with me about who he was. Unlike my other exes, I cherished his friendship, and clearly I misread everything, which is a mistake I refuse to make again.”
“So because Michael struggled to admit his truth to himself, all men are liars?”
“Not all men, but I’ve been married and divorced three times. Clearly I’m not cut out for it.”
“Hmph.” This attitude was so at odds with the woman who carried herself with the grace of a royal that I didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t judge me Grady.”
“You mean the way you’ve judged all men as unworthy because of three bad ones? Okay, I won’t.”
“Smart ass.” She looked around the kitchen and finished off her beer in silence, but I knew she had questions.
“Go on, ask.”
She frowned. “Ask what?”
“Whatever it is you’re itching to know,” I told her. “Your eyes give away everything your mouth doesn’t say.”
“They don’t,” she insisted, but I only stared in reply. “Okay fine. I’m curious how you got this house and the bar at your age?”
“I conned them both off an elderly woman.”
She stared at me for a long time before she smiled. “Okay I deserve that, but to be fair I never said or implied I thought you were a criminal.”
She hadn’t. “You just think I’m beneath you.”
“I don’t actually, and that’s all I’m going to say about it.” The pink climbing up her chest and neck to her face told me some of the story, and I didn’t want to push for the rest.
“I won the lottery. Not the big Powerball, but enough to buy my mama a house. The bar, plus this house for myself, and I’ll live comfortably for the rest of my life.”
Margot studied me, probably trying to figure out if I was lying or not, and when she finally decided it was the truth, she smiled. “Wow. I’ve never met a lottery winner before.”
“No autographs,” I deadpanned and she laughed again. The sound was so fucking feminine I had to grip my bottle with more force than was required.
Margot yawned and I leapt on any excuse to get some space from this woman. “Excuse me.”
I stood. “Come on, let me show you to your room.”
“Lead the way.”
I nodded and exited the kitchen, doubling back to the living room and up the staircase that would take us to the bedrooms. There were four bedrooms, two of them with their own bathrooms and I put her in the second one that was on the opposite end of the hall from my room.
“This is it. There’s a bathroom attached, and it’s got everything you need.”
“Except something to sleep in,” she said playfully.
I blinked and stared at her in the navy blue dress that hugged her curves. “You don’t sleep naked?”
“No,” she gasped and her cheeks turned red all over again.
“Too bad,” I told her and rushed away from her until I was inside my own room, I grabbed a t-shirt and returned to the doorway of the guest room. “I don’t have anything else.”
She took the shirt and smiled. “This will do nicely,” she told me.
“Good. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Grady?”
I stopped and turned. “Yeah?”
“Thank you. Again.” She closed the gap between us and placed her hands on my shoulders for leverage so she could press her lips to my cheek in a chaste kiss.
I noticed the kiss less than her soft curves pressed against me, her tits on my chest and my hands on her round hips. She had more curves than she showed, and my body liked them all. Enough to stand up and take masculine notice.
“No problem,” I whispered in her ear, my notice and appreciation of her curves becoming hard to hide.
Margot gasped and pulled back, heat turning her violet eyes nearly black. “Grady,” she sighed, but before I could offer up an apology or a non-apology, her lips were mine, her tongue sliding along the seam of my lips until I opened for her.
Too shocked to do anything but give my body what I wanted, I gripped her tighter and let her lead the kiss. Her tongue slipped between my lips and danced with mine while her hands roamed all over my chest and back.
She moaned when my tongue joined the dance and pulled back to grab the hem of my t-shirt, which she yanked over my head and stared at my chest. “Beautiful,” she sighed and ran her hands along my bare chest like it was a work of art and not a product of hard work. Her hands moved wildly and she attacked my mouth again as if she couldn’t get enough, like she just couldn’t help herself.
It was hot, the kiss, the woman and the encounter. I gripped her round ass in my hands and pulled her up against me to fit her against my cock. She gasped and wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Margot,” I whispered in her ear. “Are you sure?”
She nodded and let her feet drop to the floor. “I’m sure,” she said and gave me her back. I yanked the gold zipper until it stopped and shoved the dress over her hips and down her legs. I turned her around and my breath caught in my throat. Her lingerie, a dark blue lace one-piece, showed off cleavage and a small patch of hair, not to mention long smooth legs.
“Ah, fuck Margot. You’re gorgeous.” I picked her up and tossed her on the guest bed, smiling down at her when she squeaked surprise. “Come here.” I tugged her legs until she practically hung off the edge of the bed, and spread them open.
She tried to close her legs, but I wouldn’t let her. “You don’t have to Grady.”
I knelt on the floor and tossed her legs over my shoulders. “You don’t want me to?”
“You don’t have to,” she said again.
“Okay.” I bent forward and buried my face between her legs, licking and tasting her through the lace. The fabric rubbed against her plump lips and swollen clit with every swipe of my tongue, and her hips swirled against me, begging for more. Just like I knew she would, Margot tasted of vanilla and musk, like salted caramel, and I devoured her, enjoyed every gasp and cry and moan that left her lips.
“Grady,” she panted and wrapped her thighs around my neck. “Oh my god!”
I smiled against her and slid one finger deep inside her pulsing channel and sucked her clit until she combusted completely. Her body shook and vibrated for long moments until her she went slack. I gave her one last lick and sat back to watch her.
“Good?”
“Great,” she panted. “Excellent.”
I smiled again and masculine pride surged through me. “Anything else?”
She nodded and pushed up onto her elbows. “Ready for more.”
Exactly the words I wanted to hear, I stood and got rid of my jeans and boxers. The heat that flared in her eyes at the sight of me naked made my cock jerk and she gasped. “Like what you see?”
“Oh yeah,” she gasped and nodded, mouth open before she licked her lips in erotic hunger. “Yeah. A lot. You’re beautiful.”
I smiled and knelt on the bed, which forced her to back up. I crawled on top of her and covered my body with hers. “You’re the beautiful one,” I told her and stole a kiss as my cock slid between her thighs, and rubbed against her slick opening before I pushed inside.
Margot gasped and I froze. “I’m good,” she sighed. “It’s been a while, and you’re bigger than I…am used to.”
I laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere sweetheart.” I pushed in slowly, inch by inch until my sac pressed against the smooth skin of her ass. “Good?”
She nodded quickly. “I’ll be better if you start moving.”
I gave Margot exactly what she asked for, exactly what we both needed. Hell, it was probably what we’d both been building up to for more than a year. She was tight and wet, two of my favorite qualities in a woman, and I was hungry for her.
My hips moved like they belonged to a man possessed, deep strokes, hard strokes that produced the wildest sounds from Margot, sounds that kept my cock hard as I pushed her to orgasm number two. “Grady,” she moaned as it started to subside.
“Yeah?” I pulled nearly all the way out and slammed in hard as I gripped her hips so she couldn’t move away, couldn’t stop the pleasure that kept her nipples hard and her skin pink. “You want something else Margot?”
She shook her head and dug her heels into my ass cheeks. “This. Is. Good.”
I smiled and changed the angle, lifting her legs to my shoulders and placing my thumb on her clit. She jerked up against me, hands grasped at whatever piece of skin she could touch as I thrust long and deep until I felt the telltale signs of her third orgasm creep up.
“Grady, please,” she shouted.
My hips jerked uncontrollably as she came apart around me, pulsing hard enough that my sac tightened and my spine tingled as my own orgasm tried to claw it’s way to the surface. “Fuck,” I growled and tugged a nipple between my teeth.
“Oh! Oh!” Her body twitched and pulsed through the pleasure and I was so close the hairs all over my body stood on edge, and then moisture flooded between us and I was lost.
I jerked through my release and I clamped down hard on her nipple which earned me another shout of pleasure. “Ah, fuck,” I grunted as the last of my pleasure spilled out of me.
Margot relaxed the moment I rolled to the side, and her breathing evened out within seconds. She was asleep, and I joined her moments later with a smile on my face.
She reached for me sometime in the night, or maybe it was early morning, first with her mouth on my cock, and then with her tits in my face as she rode me to her fourth orgasm. It felt like some kind of fever dream, the kind where you couldn’t tell reality from fantasy.
But when I woke up the next morning to the note on the nightstand, Thank you for everything. MBD, I realized it had been reality.
A gloriously real fantasy.
Now it was back to real life.
And business as usual.