Chapter 8
8
Greer
Grant and I slip away, with no one noticing. In the elevator, Grant pulls me into his embrace, looking down at me.
“I’m sorry for what I said on the plane. We both know the Brotherhood is watching us, and if they know we were together, they’re going to start meddling in our lives.”
“I’m not na?ve, Grant. I know how they work.”
“I know you do, and it’s sexy as hell.”
He cups my face with his hands before brushing his lips against mine. I kiss him back for a moment before pulling away.
“What are we doing, Grant?”
“We’re going back to our room where I’m going to worship your body.”
Heat slowly spreads through me.
But I ask, “Is that wise?”
“No.” His lips lift in a small smile. “But that’s not going to stop me. Will it stop you?”
“No.”
“Good girl.”
He holds my hand as we exit the elevator and make our way outside. The car is waiting and takes us back to our hotel. There’s a voice in the back of my mind that warns the driver will let Charles know that we left the baby shower early, but I don’t care. Not right now, at least.
Neither of us speaks as we make our way to the room. Grant unlocks the door using his phone and holds it open so I can walk in first. He’s right behind me.
When the door closes, I turn to face him, only to be pulled into his embrace, his lips smashing against mine. His kiss is ravenous, but I understand the urgency as I kiss him back.
I reach for his suit jacket, tugging it from his shoulders. He breaks the kiss, shrugging out of it. Together, we unbutton his shirt. As he finishes the last few buttons, I reach for his pants.
“Oh, no, Little Fae. We need to get you undressed first.”
My lips lift in a smile. “Is that so?”
He nods, reaching for the skirt of my dress. Slowly, he lifts the dress over my head. My pantyhose are next. When he lowers to his knees, I have to bite back a moan. There’s something so incredibly sexy about seeing Grant Carter on his knees for me. I’m left in my bra and panties, looking down at him.
Grant asks, “Lace? Did you wear this for me or for Moretti?”
Hand on hip, I say, “I wore it for me .”
He’s silent for a moment before standing.
“I never understood why you and Moretti dated.”
“You know why we dated, Grant. You said it yourself earlier. The Brotherhood thought it might be a good match. Well, Charles thought it might be a good match.” I roll my bottom lip between my teeth, deciding how truthful I want to be. “Alessandro and I would have never worked, Grant. Not when I was always comparing him to you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.” I smile. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Grant’s own smile is cocky. His mouth opens to speak, so I press my finger against his lips.
“Don’t ruin it.”
“I won’t, but I’ll be thinking about it for the rest of the night.”
“Just tonight?” At his look, I clarify, “You said on the plane that this was just the beginning. I was just wondering what you’re expecting out of this.”
He smiles. “Are you asking me what my intentions are?”
“I guess I am.”
“Let me be clear, then. This isn’t a one-time thing, Greer. Not two-times, either. I want this to continue for as long as we’re both craving each other.”
“And when we tire of each other?”
His finger brushes my shoulder. “We’ll take it from there.”
“You’re saying everything I want to hear.”
“But?”
“But what about the Brotherhood? Like you said, they’re always watching.”
“They won’t find out about this.”
I snort. “We both know they probably already know we left the baby shower early.”
He groans. “Let’s not talk about them right now. Not when I’m aching to be inside of you.”
His words send a hot rush of desire through me.
“I can do that.”
“Because you want this, too?”
“Are you searching for compliments, Grant?”
He gives me a cheeky smile that has me laughing.
“Fine. Yes, Grant, I want this too. So much. So, so much.” I press my lips against his. “Was that convincing enough?”
“Very. Now, let’s get you in bed.”
“I like the way you think.” I give him a sweet smile. “But we need to lose a few pieces of clothing first.”
Reaching behind my back, I unclasp my bra, pulling it off. Grant catches it when I toss it at him.
“You have the most beautiful breasts, Greer.” He moves closer, palming one. “More than a fucking handful. I can’t wait to see these bouncing as you ride me.”
“I get to ride you? How progressive, Mr. Carter.”
He’s smiling as he hooks his fingers in the band of my thong. “Purely selfish, Ms. Blanc. Purely selfish.”
Slowly, he pulls my thong down my legs. When I step out of it, he brings the lace to his nose, inhaling.
“Fuck. You smell so sweet, Little Fae.”
My cheeks are heated. I love that he’s not embarrassed to show me how much I affect him. It’s sexy as hell. So sexy that I reach for him, pulling him in for a kiss. This kiss is different. Slow. Sweet. Full of promises.
I pull back, looking up at him. “Okay.”
“What was the question again?”
“Okay to all of it. Okay to seeing each other until this ends. Okay to riding you. Okay to being here, in the moment.”
“Okay,” he says back with a smile that makes him look devilish.
Our next kiss is full of heat. Heat that has me pulling him closer. Heat that has goosebumps lifting on my skin as his big hands roam across my body. Heat that I might get addicted to…
“Grant,” I pant. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Please fuck me.”
The words have barely left my lips when he walks me backward until my legs hit the bed. He breaks our skin-to-skin contact long enough to finish undressing and then we move onto the bed together. There was a time not too long ago when I’d be embarrassed that the lights were still on, but not today. Not when his hands and mouth are all over me, kissing and touching until I feel like I’m spinning into a whirlwind of desire.
My back arches off the bed when he sucks on my nipple.
“That feels so good, sir,” I groan.
“I love it when you call me sir,” he says, moving to my other breast. “It reminds me of that night at Unfortunate Souls .”
More heat rushes to my core and my clit throbs. I’m not sure if it’s because he mentioned the sex club where we first hooked up or because he likes it when I call him sir. Either way, I’m not mad about it.
He moves lower, his kissing a trail down my stomach. I groan when he nips my skin.
“Your curves turn me on so fucking much,” he says as he pushes my legs apart. “But not as much as this perfect pussy.”
I’d laugh, but he licks my seam, making me groan. He doesn’t stop licking and sucking until I cry out his name and I come on his tongue.
“Fuck. I’ve wanted to do that for years,” he says as he moves over me. “And you tasted as sweet as I knew you would.”
“Such a poet,” I tease.
His lips brush against mine. “I mean it. I’ve fantasized about you since that night at Unfortunate Souls . Imagined what would have happened if things had been different.”
“I have, too,” I admit. “Often.”
The shocked expression on his face has me laughing.
“What? Is it that hard to believe?”
“I just assumed you hated me. Despised me, if we’re being honest.”
“Love and hate are two sides of the same coin.”
He groans. “Please don’t quote your grandfather when I’m about to fuck you.”
This has me laughing.
“I have to admit that I kind of love that you know Grandfather used to say that. Not many people seem to remember his little sayings.”
“I remember,” Grant says as he softly kisses me.
Those two words hold so much power.
“Thank you.”
I’m the one kissing him this time. My fingers thread through his hair, pulling him close. There’s something so intimate about kissing. It’s not my favorite act to do, but it feels natural with Grant. I find myself rushing toward another orgasm and end the kiss.
“I need you inside of me.”
“I can do that.”
He holds himself up with one arm, making the muscles stand out. God. That’s so sexy.
“I like the look in your eyes, Little Fae.”
“Just appreciating how sexy you are, sir.”
His smile is devilish as he positions his cock at my opening. Slowly, he slides in. We both exhale when he’s fully inside of me. His pace is different than on the plane. It’s slow and consuming. Heat builds deep inside of me until I feel like I’m close to burning up.
“Please,” I beg. “I need to come.”
Another torturously slow thrust has me moaning.
“Grant. Please.”
He’s watching himself slide into me. The look in his eyes is heated. Possessive, even.
“It gets me so hard knowing how much you want me, Little Fae.”
“Does it make you hot knowing I want you to fill me with your cum?”
I clench my inner muscles, earning a groan out of him.
“Dirty girl,” he says as he thrusts. This one is harder and has me holding onto his shoulders.
“Only for you, Mr. President.” His gaze snaps to mine and I smile. “What? We both know you’re going to win. The public loves you and that has nothing to do with the Brotherhood.”
“Fuck. That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I gasp as he thrusts into me again. His pace has me rushing toward an orgasm and I cry out his name as I come. He’s right behind me, groaning as he shatters. When he’s done, he presses his forehead against mine.
“That was…” He shakes his head. “Amazing.”
“Agreed.” I wiggle beneath him. “You gonna move off me?”
“Nope. I like knowing you’re full of my cum.”
Heat licks my skin. “Do you have a breeding kink?”
“And if I did?”
I say, “I’m not complaining. In fact, you’re the only man I’d let come inside of me.”
“Good to know.”
“This is where you say it back…”
He grins. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever gone bare in, Little Fae, and I plan to keep it that way.”
He rolls us so we’re on our sides, and he’s still deep inside of me.
“Do you want kids one day?” he asks.
My gaze goes to his. “I haven’t thought about it much.”
Lies. I’ve thought about it often. Not with him, per se, but in general. Okay, maybe with him, but those were more of daydreams of what my life could look like if things were different.
He says, “I imagine it’s complicated for you.”
“How so?”
“If you have a son, he’ll be expected to join the Brotherhood. You’ve seen firsthand that the Brotherhood isn’t always good for a person. If you have a daughter, she’ll have the same burden as you. Her spouse will gain membership to the Brotherhood, which means she’ll have to be careful in who she chooses.”
He's the first person who’s ever voiced my fears about having children. My chest is tight as I try to gain control of my emotions.
“I wish there was a way to change it, you know?”
He rubs my arm. “I do know. I’ve had the same debate.”
“To answer your question, yes, I want kids one day. What about you?”
“I would be open to kids with the right partner.”
“Well, now you have to elaborate.”
He says, “My partner would have to be someone who understands not only the Brotherhood but my political aspirations.”
“That makes sense. They’re similar beasts that demand a lot of your time.”
“It’s more than that. I need a partner who can handle herself in the public. Look at you.”
“Me?”
My heart pounds in my chest as I wait to hear what he has to say.
“You handle yourself with grace and poise even when fuckers throw paint at you. Did you see the photos from the rally?”
I shake my head.
“My team sent them to me. They’re fucking wonderful, Greer. You look like a warrior. And my numbers dropped. When polled, the people said your speech made them reconsider their standpoint on who they should vote for. That’s the kind of partner I need.”
The fear I felt moments ago vanishes and is replaced with something I can’t name. Something that makes my insides feel all warm and gooey.
“I hope you find her.”
Grant leans forward, brushing his lips against mine.
“Me, too, Little Fae. Me, too.”
The next morning, I wake up in Grant’s arms. Being here, with him, feels so right. I can honestly say I’ve never felt like this before waking up with someone. Nerves make my insides quiver. What happens when this is over? How will I ever be the same?
Grant smiles down at me when he notices that I’m awake.
He says, “Morning.”
“Morning. How long have you been awake?”
“An hour or so.”
I groan. “You should have woken me.”
“And miss hearing your soft snores? I think not.”
I playfully slap his bare chest.
“I do not snore.”
“Heavy breathing then,” he says with a grin.
“Jerk.” But I’m grinning, too.
“How are you feeling?”
“You mean because you screwed my brains out all night?” I snort. “I’m feeling pretty good.”
“Enough for round three?”
“Three? Try six. And, no, you’re not getting anywhere near my lady bits today. They need time to recover.”
He’s laughing as he sits. I look him over. God, he’s so handsome.
“Well, then I guess I should shower and get dressed. My flight leaves at three. What about you?”
I sit, pulling the sheet to my chest. “Same. Where are you off to?”
“Maine. You?”
“Washington state.”
“Damn. Guess that means no bathroom quickie.”
He easily dodges the pillow that I throw at him, going into the bathroom. The water turns on and a moment later I hear him humming to himself as he showers.
Again, this feels right.
It’s something I could get used to.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, so I reach for it. When I see the notifications, I bite back a groan. Both Isa and Hannah texted multiple times, wanting to see if I was okay after I left the baby shower. It’s Hannah’s text that worries me.
Hannah
Just making sure you’re okay. You left the shower kind of suddenly.
Brooks pointed out that Grant Carter was with you when you left…
I’m not judging you, Greer. I just want you to be careful.
Why do you think I should be careful?
Brooks told me that Charles Blanc has mentioned that he wants you to marry Grant Carter. If that’s true, then leaving an event with so many Brotherhood members in attendance is risky.
But you’re an adult and know what you’re doing.
I appreciate your concern. And I’m going to be careful. Promise.
Dropping my phone, I look at the closed bathroom door. Hannah is right. Grant and I were careless when we left the baby shower. While I don’t think Alessandro or even Brooks would say anything, the same can’t be said for some of the newer members who were in attendance. In fact, there’s a good possibility that Charles knows I left with Grant.
Unease makes my stomach tight.
I need to be smart about this. I’ve worked so hard to have a life that the Brotherhood doesn’t control. As much as I like Grant, being with him is out of the question. So, for the second time in my life, I’m going to have to walk away from Grant Carter and try to forget him. Try being the keyword.
He exits the bathroom, steam surrounding him. I stand, letting the sheet fall. If this is the last time I’m going to be with him, then I’m not going to waste a second.
“I changed my mind,” I say, reaching for his towel.
His eyes are dark with desire. “Is that so?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Well, Little Fae, show me what you had in mind.”
And that’s exactly what I do.