Chapter 19
Zephyr
”You know we won”t be able to see each other in public in a week or so,” Grace reminded me.
We were in her living room on the couch. I”d insisted on a glass of wine. She needed it, and God knew I did as well. The fires had made me restive. It wasn”t that I didn”t understand the gravity of what had been going on at BBH, but now that I was involved so deeply, it was hitting me harder.
Since Grandpère died and his will was read, our lives had been upended in the best and worst ways possible. But for Lucien Doucet leaving his share of the BBH to Rome; he and Gaia wouldn”t have gotten together. And for the fact that someone was trying to kill Rome and Gaia, Blaze would not have come back and claimed Nick. And I wouldn”t be sitting on a couch, drinking a good Napa Valley Cab with the beautiful Grace.
”I know. But I”m hoping I can still sneak into small and big corners with you to cop a feel,” I joked, even though I didn”t feel the humor.
She was leaning on the side of the couch, her dainty feet close to my lap. I shifted so her feet would rest on my thighs. I began to massage them gently. I liked touching her and especially loved hearing her breath shorten whenever I did. It was potent, this ability to shake the calm of this courageous and fabulous woman.
I was also pissed off because of what I now knew about her marriage. Her words had been like an acid, corroding and burning my insides. She”d been alone. She”d had to take care of herself because no one else would. I wish I”d known her then. I wish I could”ve eased her burden. I wish I could kill Liam Carta.
I wasn”t a violent guy. I wasn”t like Blaze, who talked with his fists, or even Rome, who would hire a hitman in a heartbeat to end someone. I didn”t engage emotionally like they did. I kept my cool, except when it had to do with Gaia, Blaze, Rome, and Angela…and in that order. But now Grace had, in a short period of time, insinuated herself into my life. In the beginning, I”d thought it was because I wanted to fuck her. Now, I knew I would fuck her, but I didn”t feel the need to run right after. I wanted to take care of her.
”I told you a lot of stuff last week,” she began, ”I…how do you…how do you feel about me now?”
I pressed my thumb into her arches, and she moaned. I wanted to hear that sound when I was inside her, I decided.
”What the hell kind of question is that, Grace?”
She swallowed. ”Just…I….” She shook her head. ”Never mind.”
”Grace?” I ordered, getting seriously pissed off with her push-and-pull routine. I didn”t dance worth a damn. I took what I wanted if it was available, and if it wasn”t, I whistled a tune and found something or someone who was.
She closed her eyes, and I felt her uncertainty. She opened her eyes and nervously licked her lips. ”Do you…you still like me?”
God! There was such pain in that question. Such vulnerability.
Like you? Hell, Grace, I think I”m falling in love with you.
Fucking hell. When the hell had that happened?
I held out my hand, and she took it. I maneuvered her into sitting on my lap. ”I like you very much, Grace. I am in awe of you. I respect the hell out of you. I think you have such courage that it”s…well, it”s inspiring. And you”re so Goddamn beautiful that I look at you, and my big cock wants to be inside you.”
Her eyes were bright, and I wondered how many people in Grace”s life had praised her, validated her, told her she was awesome—because she fucking was.
”You don”t think I”m a manipulative money-hungry bitch?”
”You use that word about you again, and I swear to God, Grace, I”m gonna edge you for hours until you”re screaming your head off.”
Her body all but sighed at that comment, like she could imagine what that would feel like.
I nuzzled her cheek and whispered close to her ear. ”Do you like the idea of being edged? How many times do you think you can go before you lose your mind?”
She looked at me with innocent eyes. ”I”ve never…never.”
”Never what?”
”Never had an orgasm during sex,” she said honestly.
”Ah, fuck, Grace. Now, you make me want to show you how wonderful sex can be. How many partners have you had, darlin”?”
She shrugged and made a face.
”No,” I groaned. ”Not just the dickhead.”
”Yeah. I…wanted to, but…God, I”m such a loser.”
I kissed her cheek. ”No, baby, you”re with me now, and I promise before the night is over you”re gonna feel like a winner.”
She rolled her eyes. ”Because of your big cock?”
I grinned. ”Yeah, and my very talented hands and a tongue that can fuck you six ways to Sunday.”
Her breathing changed, and my erection, which was rock-hard to start with, managed to swell some more. Soon, I”d be in fucking pain.
”Are you wet, Grace?”
She waited a long moment to reply, but when she did, she spoke clearly. ”Why don”t you find out, Zephyr?”
She was still in one of those sexy dresses of hers. I slid my hand up her thighs and cupped her through her panties.
”Oh, baby.” I slid a finger past the crotch of her underwear and slid inside her, listening to the sloshing sound it made. ”So, wet. You”re turned on for me?”
”Hmm.” Her hips moved, as did my finger.
”I think I want you in a bed this time,” I murmured against her ear, loving the goosebumps that erupted on her skin in response.
”Okay.” I was about to move when she put a hand to my chest. ”I…I need to know something.”
”Ask me anything, darlin”.”
”Is this like a one-night stand?”
”I don”t think one night is going to cut it for me, Little Tempest.”
”So…two nights?”
A lifetime. Ah, hell! My brain needed to simmer its ass down and be quiet for a moment so I could think with my big fucking cock.
”Can we just see where this goes, Grace?”
”I”d like to, but…I know you have a lot of sex, and that”s fine. I don”t judge. I just want to know if you”ll be having sex with other people and what the—”
”When I”m with you, I”m with you. When I”m fucking you, I”m not having sex with anyone else.”
Also, you don”t want anyone else, my stupid brain reminded me.
”That”s good.” Her voice was tiny.
”And to be clear, I don”t share. So, if you”re fucking me…no one else gets here.” I cupped her pussy and squeezed.
”So, what do you want me to do with the line of men standing outside the house morning, noon, and night?” she deadpanned.
I bit the lobe of her ear. She squealed. ”You”re sassing me?”
”Maybe.”
”I adore you, Annalee Grace. Abso-fucking-lutely adore you.”
We walked to her bedroom, hand in hand, giving each other sloppy kisses as we did, so it took us longer to get into bed. I didn”t mind. I wanted time with Grace. I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to show her how her body could get what it wanted—how I could teach her to fuck like the goddess she was.
I unzipped her dress and groaned when I saw the frothy black lace bra and panties underneath. ”Since I saw your underwear that first time, every time I look at you, I wonder what”s beneath, and it makes me so fucking hard.”
I ran a hand over her, touching, feeling, squeezing. She was shaking throughout my exploration. I removed her bra and cupped her breasts. ”I”m going to fuck these beauties and come all over them.”
She swayed a little. I already knew she liked it when I talked dirty, and I was excited to push Miss Prim Proper”s boundaries to see how far and deep we could go.
I pulled down her panties, and as I did, I went on both knees in front of her. I kissed her pussy. ”Spread your legs, darlin”. I need to taste you.”
I helped her and, because I couldn”t resist it, slid my tongue over her slit.
”Now, there are some rules.” I slipped a finger inside her and licked her clitoris softly, not wanting to rush this. She was wet and swollen; she”d shoot off like a rocket any second.
”Rules?” she gasped because I now had two fingers inside her, massaging that spot that made her hips snap.
”If I do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, you tell me. Even if I”m dripping cum and all the way in, you say stop, we stop. Got it?”
”Okay.”
I kissed her clit. ”Good girl.”
I suckled her clitoris then and felt her thighs begin to ripple under my hands that held her in place.
”Second rule.” I nuzzled her, inhaling her scent. ”You want to try anything you haven”t before, you ask.”
”Like what?”
”Whatever it may be.”
”Like…anal?”
I chuckled and cupped her ass. ”Oh, you don”t have to ask for that. I”m an ass, man. I will fuck you here.” I circled her tight hole, and she whimpered. ”And you”ll like it.”
”But won”t it hurt?”
Anger flashed through me. Did she think I”d ever hurt her? Ever cause her any physical pain after what she”d gone through? I calmed myself. It was a legitimate question.
”I won”t let it hurt you,” I assured her. ”And that”s the third thing. If it hurts, even a little bit, you must tell me.”
”Will you stop then?”
”Depends upon how it hurts, baby. Some hurts are good. Like when I do this.” I bit her clitoris, and she screamed and began to pulse. Her cunt throbbed against my fingers. It was a fucking amazing thing to see Grace cum.
I led her to bed and laid her back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
”Was that good, baby?” I began to take my clothes off as I watched her.
Her eyes were hooded, and she had the look of a freshly fucked woman. I absolutely loved it. I wanted her to look like this every day, all day.
When I stood naked in front of her, she smiled. ”How come Blaze has so many tattoos, and you have none?”
”I”m scared of needles,” I confessed.
She chuckled. ”Really?”
”Yep.”
”Big bad Zephyr Doucet with the big cock is afraid of a little ink?”
”If you ever want us to get matching ink, I”ll persevere and get past my fear.” I tugged on my erection. ”You”re so fucking beautiful inside and out. I just…I feel so damn lucky, darlin”.”
Whenever I praised her or complimented her, she lit up like a Christmas tree.
”I think we”re both getting lucky,” she murmured.
I lifted her foot, leaned down and kissed it with a need I didn”t understand. This Little Tempest had come into my life and completely dismantled it. I should be annoyed or afraid—instead, I felt good, exhilarated that I”d be soon sinking into this fantastic woman.