Chapter 12
Grace
One of my best qualities is when I have an idea, I hyper fixate on it until it’s perfect. Time is of the essence and I’m not wasting a second of it. Especially if the snow is coming soon like Dean predicts.
Running into town, I leave Dean to finish up the grout while I go shopping. First, quesadillas to go. Second, Sindra’s Soap Shop. Third, a surprise. When I get back to the cabins, Dean’s loading his truck up with trash and debris. As cold as it is already, he’s out here in just a flannel shirt, jeans, and a beanie. I’ve got three layers, a puffy coat, hat, gloves, and the heat blasting in my car.
Oscar runs to greet me, jumping up on my car door.
“Oscar, no! Get down!” Dean storms over, scowling. She runs to him, then back to me, like she can’t pick her favorite human. “Here, let me help.” He snags my shopping bags and carries them to my cabin for me.
“I picked up breakfast while I was out.”
“Grace, you don’t have to keep feeding me like this. I have my own food.” He must see the disappointment on my face when I open the door for him, because he changes tone. “Thanks. That’s really sweet of you. ”
He kicks off his boots and brings my bags to the table. The largest is from Sindra’s. “Holy crap, what did you do, buy her whole line?”
“Yup.” I strip out of my coat and gloves. “She’s got nice stuff, and I figured we can do giveaways with some of it.” I’ll be sure to run the promos soon, that way the impending snow he keeps harping about won’t impact the delivery. Although, I looked up the weather for this area and it says no snow for the next ten days. Not that I’m telling him he’s wrong. Weather apps aren’t always accurate. “Eat up so we can get started.”
“You want to record today ?” He doesn’t sound thrilled. “I’ve got too much work to do.”
“It can wait. While you’re busy hanging dry wall, your videos can be busy making you money.”
“You sound like Nick,” he grumbles and pops the top off his takeout container. “God damn.”
“Double egg with cheese and bacon on a croissant.” I pull out the next container. “Sausage gravy with biscuits.” The last container is all for me. “And the best one of all… Quesadillas.” I sit across from him and place a napkin on my lap. “I’m so glad the Salt Lick was open. That surprised me.”
“Yeah, they have long hours. Locals get thirsty early.” He laughs at me when I take the first bite. “You really stick with something when you like it.”
“Till I can’t stand to look at it ever again.” The cheese pull is insane. “It’ll hit me out of nowhere too. Once, I ate scrambled eggs for three solid months. Every meal was the same. It was divine. Then one day, mid-bite, I suddenly hated eggs. Haven’t touched them since. Not that my cook was sad about it. I think she was also ready to never see another egg again. ”
Dean stiffens and looks down at his food. His mood darkens a little, which makes me wonder if I’ve said something wrong. Did I offend him? Is he a big scrambled eggs fan?
“I’ve never really gotten sick of something like that,” he says quietly, taking a careful bite of his sandwich. “I just eat whatever is around and am happy to have something in my belly.”
“But don’t you have favorite dishes?”
“I love roast beef.” He shrugs and takes another bite. “And lasagna.” He chews slowly and swallows. “But I don’t think I could eat them three times a day for months.”
“Oh! I’ll have to take you to this adorable little Italian place in—” I stop talking and backtrack. I can’t offer to take him places in the future.
There isn’t a future between us .
I place the quesadilla back in the box and close the lid.
“Wow.” Dean chuckles. “Did I just witness you getting sick of a food that fast?”
I’m not going to tell him what’s made me lose my appetite. It’ll make me look pathetic and dramatic. “I’m going to freshen up the bathroom.” Pushing away from the table, I feel his gaze burn on my back as I quickly gather my shopping bags and leave him to his meal.
He comes in a moment later, finding me wiping down the counter and folding towels, arranging them how I want.
“Redecorating?”
“Staging.” Slipping by him, I ignore how good he smells, and grab my ring light and tripod from my bedroom. “Scoot. ”
Dean moves out of the way and watches me set up the bathroom. “This is a lot of equipment for one video.”
“The lighting isn’t the best this time of day, so we’ve got to make adjustments.”
“I’ve never put this much work into a video before.”
Biting my tongue, so I don’t say something insulting like that’s why you’re an amateur and I’m a pro , I grip him by the waist and maneuver him in front of the mirror. “Stand here and don’t move.” It takes me about three minutes to get everything perfect. “Okay.”
Dean gawks at me through the mirror. “Okay, what?”
“Give me your phone.”
He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it over. I set it up on the tripod and prop mine on the sink. “We’ll have two angles to work with. Three would be better, but let’s see what we can get with this.”
I already have a new razor and shaving cream set out for him.
“What do you want me to do?” He glances at the arrangement. “Shave?”
“Just do what you normally do in the morning. That’s all. Think of it as your first get ready with me video.”
He cocks an eyebrow. Instead of arguing, however, he turns on the faucet.
“Wait!” I double check to make sure both videos are recording. “Okay, you’re good.” I stand out of his way and wait. He doesn’t do anything. “Dean. Shave and use the beard oil.”
His hand trembles when he reaches for the razor .
Oh my god, is he nervous? No way. This man makes the greatest sexy videos all the time, why would he be nervous now? “What’s wrong?”
“This is too staged. I don’t feel right.”
“How would you do it?”
His cheeks blaze red, and that color goes straight down his neck to disappear under his flannel. “Umm. I guess I just wing it.”
“Then wing it.”
“You’re watching.”
I hop out of the tub and shimmy past him to stand in the doorway. “There, better?”
He shakes his head.
“Ugh!” I shut the door. “How about now?”
The faucet turns on and I press my ear to the door to listen. He doesn’t say a word. No, Are you ready to get dirty, baby? or anything. Damnit. “Hey, you gotta say something like—” I shove the door open to see him peeling his shirt off. He freezes, abs on full display.
“Damnit, Grace!” Dean playfully shoves me back out and shuts the door. “Stay out there!”
Okay then. Biting back my giggle, I return to the dining table and get my surprise ready.
What on earth is he doing in there? I’m about to interrupt again when the door flies open and Dean steps out looking harried. “That was awful.”
“I’m sure it’s great,” I say from the kitchen.
“I was awkward as fuck. I don’t think I’m cut out for—” He stops talking and I look over my shoulder at him. “What are you wearing?”
“Isn’t it cute?” I cock my hip and rest my hand on the accessory. “I’m in love with it.”
Dean’s mouth parts slightly and he slowly comes closer, his eyes eating me alive.
“I stopped at the hardware shop in town. Someone named Conner told me to tell you hi. Oh, and that he can’t wait for tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow…” Whatever plans he must have forgotten about dawns on him. Dean swipes a hand down his face. “Fucking hell. It’s already going to be Friday.”
“All day long.” I adjust my new tool belt, so it doesn’t dig my hip too much. “You got stuff I can shove in here? I bought a pink hammer, but I’m at a loss on where it goes.” I attempt to shove my only tool into one of the loops, but it sits wrong on me.
“Here.” Dean pulls it out and slides it into another part of my belt. “That’s where it goes.” His other hand rests on my waist, and he runs his fingers over the fabric of my new shirt. “You get this there, too?”
I let him play with the buttons of my navy-blue flannel shirt. “They didn’t have my size, so it’s a bit big. Super comfy though.”
Did I mention I’m not wearing pants anymore? Too hellbent on playing with the belt, I didn’t bother to get fully dressed when I’d stripped out of my designer clothes to put on this stuff.
“Hmm.” Dean tilts his head to the side, eyeing me up. “I wonder if the belt trick works on girls, too. ”
“What’s the belt trick? Because if there’s a secret place for my lip balm sewed into this thing, I wanna know where it is.”
His laugh is deep and fucking delicious. “No, sugar. It’s nothing like that.”
“Then what is the belt trick?”
“This.” He grips the font of my tool belt and yanks me forward with it.
“Ooof!” My hips thrust towards him and I almost stumble. Getting a little manhandled like that makes my pussy cheer. “Again.”
He pulls on me a second time and I’m wet. “Does the uhhh… belt trick make you want to fuck?”
“When a woman tugs us like this…” He does it again. “Yeah. Definitely.”
“Then I’d say yes. The belt trick works on girls, too.”
It’s getting too hot in here. That fire needs to die down, or I have to open a window. This belt trick thing is making me melt into a puddle of lust.
Dean tugs me again, making me yip, and I brace my hands on his pecs to keep from crashing into him. Then he backs up and pulls me by the belt, maneuvering me all over the cabin and straight to the bedroom.
“I’ve never seen anything hotter in my fucking life.” He presses me back on the bed. “Damn, I’m in so much trouble.”
Crawling on top of me, he kisses my mouth, and I feel him pulling the hammer away from my hip. It hits the floor with a loud thud. His warm breath tickles my skin a second before he bites and kisses his way down my body, alternating between hard and soft until my mind is frenzied. Then he flips me over onto my belly.
I prop up on all fours and wiggle my ass.
“God help me, woman.” The bed dips as he moves. The sound of his buckle clanking makes me giddy. The man teases me like torture is his favorite thing. Licking my ass. Biting my skin. Fingering my pussy. He pushes all my buttons, one-by-one, until I’m practically begging him to fuck me.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want you,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him. “Badly.”
His hand slides up my ass in a graceful sweep and then he grips the tool belt. “Tell me to stop if I’m too hard on you.”
Wiggling my ass again, enticing him to take what he clearly is desperate to have, I rock back into him the instant he presses the head of his cock against my pussy. Slowly impaling myself on him, we both groan once he’s completely in. I’m so full and stretched, it stings a little.
I love it.
Dean’s thrusts are slow. Deliberate.
“More.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Grace. We didn’t work up to this.”
“Tell that to my soaked cunt.”
“Damn, you got a mouth on you.”
“You should fuck that next, big boy.”
He growls, the rumble shooting more heat through my body as his pace quickens. Holding me by the tool belt, Dean rails me until I’m sliding halfway up the mattress. I end up holding onto the headboard as it slams against the wall .
Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!
Oscar trots in to see what we’re up to.
“Go, girl,” we both say at the same time.
She turns and leaves while I’m gasping for air. Before long, I’m sweating and my heart’s galloping hard in my chest. He’s fucking me like if he can break me, he’ll win a prize. It’s incredible.
“I’m close.”
He reaches around and pinches my clit. “You’re not coming yet.”
Why is he torturing me? “I hate you.”
“No, you fucking don’t.”
Our bodies slap together. I’m seeing stars.
Dean smacks my ass. I cry out. He smacks me again. My pussy clenches on his dick. Every action has a response. It’s addicting. This is like a vicious, warp-speed way of learning how to please each other.
“Fuuuck. Your pussy grip is gonna kill me, Grace.” He hauls me onto my knees, just to wrap his hand around my throat. Hands down, it’s the best necklace I’ve ever worn. The headboard keeps smashing into the wall and the bed is squeaking something fierce.
I’m in ecstasy.
When Dean applies pressure to my neck, my orgasm rises out of me like a volcanic eruption. I scream his name as my climax hits and my vision winks out for a second. He doesn’t relent even after I’m gasping for relief. My whole body is a live wire, zapping and buzzing with adrenaline.
“Where do you want it?” he asks, his voice a deep rasp from exertion.
“All over my ass. ”
Grunting, he pounds into me a few more times, then pulls out. I land back on all fours as he jerks himself. Hot cum splatters all over my ass cheeks. He’s made a beautiful mess out of me. My pussy is soaked and swollen, his cum is all over my backside, and I’m drenched in sweat.
I will be wearing my tool belt until it falls apart if it’ll get me fucked like this every day.
Once he’s done, he climbs off the bed. “Stay still.” A moment later, he’s back with a wet washcloth, cleaning me up.
I roll over, still trying to catch my breath. How I’m winded when I didn’t even do anything but take great dick is beyond me. Shew. What a workout.
Dean’s already getting dressed again.
“You don’t linger, do you?”
“Daylight doesn’t linger either, sugar.” Meaning, he’s got work to do and I can’t distract him any longer.
When I try to get up, my legs give out on me and Dean catches my arm before I hit the floor like my hammer. “I’m good.” Wobbling on shaky legs suggests otherwise.
“I was too rough, wasn’t I?”
“Not at all.” Bracing myself on the corner of the bed, I wish he’d ease up on his attention to my well-being. I’m a big girl. I can handle getting fucked within an inch of my life. “Let go. I just need a minute.” Dean backs away, but that look on his face confuses me. I’m not sure if he’s furious or frightened. “Seriously, I’m fine.”
He doesn’t believe me .
Closing my eyes, I manage to stand up straight and adjust my tool belt. “My clit won’t stop twitching.”
“Then I didn’t do my job good enough.”
On the contrary, I’d say he did his job too well. I probably have nerve damage.
“Lay back, baby.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Do what I say.” He gently presses me down on the corner of the bed and lifts my legs, hooking them on his shoulders. “That’s my good girl.” He drags his tongue across my cunt. “Does that hurt?”
Clearly not, considering my hips just kicked up and my thighs tightened around his head. “I can’t come again.”
“Yes, you can. I’m betting you need to.” He gently sucks on my clit, his face rubbing all my sensitive parts between my legs until another orgasm coils up like a rattlesnake inside me.
“Dean,” I whimper. This release isn’t a volcanic explosion. It’s a hot river flowing out of me so easily, that I barely move. I hold Dean’s head in place between my legs long after the ride is over. He doesn’t seem to mind. When I finally let him go, he kisses my clit, my thighs, my belly… and rides up my exhausted body until he reaches my lips. When he latches onto my mouth, I wrap my heavy, boneless arms around his neck and hold him tight.
We kiss like it’s the only thing we have to do today. Like we’ve done this a million times before. When he pulls away, we smile at each other as peace settles into my bones.
“Is that better?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Thank you. ”
“I always take care of what’s mine,” he says with dark eyes. “And you, Grace Finch, are mine until the snow melts.”