Chapter 19 #2
That was all he needed. Hooking his arms under my thighs, he dove back in.
He nipped in all the right places, then kissed and licked my clit, making me writhe in his hold as heat built inside me.
I fell back on the bed and moaned, letting myself have what he was giving as I reached down to fist his hair.
He groaned as I did, picking up his pace and thrusting his fingers inside me.
The world ceased to exist as my forehead grew damp and my leg quaked under his palm.
“Grant—I-I can’t, you can’t keep goin’ or I’m gonna be done.”
I felt the break in his breaths against my soaked pussy like he was laughing. “Good.”
“Oh, fuck.” He reached deeper inside me, curling his fingers up. “You’re so good at this.”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, then sucked on my clit. I bucked up, grinding my pussy against his mouth as I scraped my nails along his scalp. His groan was deeper this time. Rougher. And it spurred me on.
“Yes. Oh. My. Fuck.” His fingers pumped harder while his other hand pressed down on my abdomen, keeping me from moving as he kept devouring me.
“Grant!” I chanted his name as I came, wetness spreading beneath me and between my thighs.
I thought he’d stop, but felt his tongue on my skin, continuing to lick and kiss before dipping into my center.
He moaned as he did so, while I tried to catch my breath, unsure if I wanted to look down.
Something felt off and weird, but so fucking right that I was too lost in the feeling to do a thing about it.
Grant
It didn’t take long for Sophia to fall asleep.
Exhaustion hit her like it was starting to hit me, but my mind was too wired.
That silly little fixation issue of mine was deadset on her, there was no turnin’ back from it, not that I’d ever fuckin’ want to.
But something she’d said to me in the bed of my truck was putting it into overdrive, making me restless.
Sophia said she felt something with someone when she was eighteen, but also said she never felt that way about Walton.
Didn’t even kiss him anymore. I couldn’t help but notice whenever she talked about Walton, she sounded more annoyed than afraid.
But the person who put marks on her? That was someone she let get close to her.
Someone that wouldn’t spur annoyance. They’d be someone she feared.
Someone I was starting to think was not her fiancé.
I pulled a weighted throw blanket from the chair in the corner of the room and covered Sophia as she breathed steadily with a soft smile on her lips.
Having lost all restraint when it came to her, I bent down and grazed my lips over hers.
She let out a soft sigh before I turned to leave, closing the bedroom and front doors gently as I headed out to my truck.
I’d told Sophia her phone was in a safe place, and nothing was safer than my girl Betsy.
I ran my hand along the underbody, stopping when I hit the metal lockbox.
Bingo. Pulling it out and opening it up, I took her phone from inside.
I’d made sure to turn off wifi, cellular data…
all the stuff I knew could be tracked before finally turning the whole thing off and storing it in the box.
It would help that where we were hardly had any signal as it was.
The mountains blocked a lot of things, and I preferred it that way.
I mindlessly walked around to the back of the cabin, skirting the edge of the woods while scrolling through Sophia’s call log.
There were only a few numbers, but one had called just as often as her father, only it wasn’t saved like Daddy Warbucks was.
And gauging by the message she received about being home, I knew which one of the unsaved numbers was Walton’s.
With my phone in my other hand, I recorded each number, storing them each with a gun emoji.
Maybe Walton wasn’t the one leaving marks, but he was a piece of shit.
That much was obvious. A part of me wished I hadn’t deleted that app so I could verify which number had been receiving her data.
I also should’ve bought a couple burner phones to test each number out without worrying about being tracked down.
Luckily, one of those could be fixed. I knew the convenience store up the road sold burners, and a diner was right next to it.
I could take Sophia there in the morning, then tell her I had to grab something real quick when we were done.
Something hard pressed to my back, and when I heard the familiar sound of a gun cocking, I stiffened. But then, a woman’s voice said, “Somewhere safe, huh?”
I smirked to myself and slowly raised both hands beside my head. “Reckon it’s still pretty safe, Peach.”
“Just like me, right?” Sophia circled around to face me, wearing one of my flannels, half buttoned. I groaned, eyefucking her with no shame, even as she kept the gun raised and pointed straight at my face. But, c’mon, that body, in my shirt? How’d I get so lucky?
“Yeah. Just like you. Anything under my watch is.”
“That what your mama’s man thought, too?”
“Well, darlin’, he was never under my watch. I was under his, and he chose to beat the shit out of me.” I lowered my hands slowly as her lips parted. “As far as I can see it, the world is better off without that fucker. My sister and my ma included.”
Her eyes scrutinized me, narrowing hard as she moved from my jeans to my lips. “Tell me who June is.”
My grin widened. She must’ve heard me askin’ Farrah to watch over her. “Well, you probably won’t believe me on this, but she’s my snake.” She glanced at my crotch and cocked her head. “Not that one, beautiful. My pet ball python.”
Her eyes flashed back up to mine, then slid to my lips again, like she couldn’t resist. I’m right there with you, darlin’. When she lingered there, I grinned. She sighed and lowered the gun to her side. “A snake?”
“Yep. My baby.” I slid a hand into my pocket. “You think I was someone else, or you just want your phone back that badly?”
“Neither. I just…” She raked her hand through her hair, pushing the curls back from her temples. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, and sure, when I saw you were gone and some shadow was lingerin’ around the back, I panicked. But I knew it was you when I got outside.”
“And you still pressed a gun to my back?” I tsked, pocketing the phones. “Don’t know whether to be turned on, or concerned I’m not growin’ on you like you are on me.”
She bit down on her lip, then crossed her arms over her chest and glanced away. “What were you doin’ with my phone out here, Grant?”
“Making sure an app wasn’t hidden that can track you down. I rather like my cabin.”
She rolled her eyes up to the night sky. “I know you’re lying, but I honestly don’t care.”
My brow arched. “You don’t?”
“Yeah, so I’m either still high, or you’re fuckin’ with my head.”
I shrugged, grinning. “Could be both.” Pointing to the cocked gun at her side, I asked, “You gonna take care of that thing, or”—she raised the gun, aiming for the trees beside us as she fired, keeping her eyes locked on mine—“do that.” The gun fell back to her side carelessly.
Fuck, the way she held that thing turned me on to high hell.
I narrowed my eyes to the tree she fired at.
“I’m willin’ to bet you hit that tree dead-center, just like those cans two months ago. Didn’t you?”
She barely glanced over her shoulder before shrugging. “Maybe. I don’t really care ’bout that, either.”
My brow rose. “You feelin’ okay there, darlin’?
” Her cheek dimpled like she was chewin’ on the inside, and when she looked up at the sky this time, she blinked several times as if clearin’ away tears.
I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her, and then she started shaking with the force of her cries.
I ran my hand down the back of her head.
“You’re safe with me. I’m here. Let it all out, baby. ”
I felt the gun drop between us to the grass before she buried her face into my chest. Wetness seeped in through my shirt as I pulled her closer to me, then picked her up.
I was surprised when she didn’t fight, instead melding into my body as I carried her back inside.
Laying her on the bed with me, I held her and stroked her soft curls, waiting for her to drift back off.
As much as I wanted to hear what was on her mind, I knew she needed her rest.
When I removed Tallulah from our shitty living situation and found Alliston Springs, she cried herself to sleep a lot.
She wished I didn’t notice, but how could I not notice my baby sister in pain?
I used to tell her that change like that, whether good or bad, was a real hard hit to the system, but I promised she’d never cry from anything again.
I knew what I did made us better off, and that my sister would finally be free to be the fierce, independent woman she was born to be.
Just like Sophia.
She wasn’t a woman that should be controlled, diminished, and made to feel bad for her actions.
Watching her break outside forced me to consider what other ways people had mistreated her to make it seem impossible to leave it all behind.
It made me want to put a bullet through each and every fucker that made her believe that.
I’d end them all.