Chapter three #2
Our eyes are locked on each other’s. All I can hear is the sound of crickets chirping in the distance and the beat of my heart in my ears. I just had my mouth between this woman’s legs, but for some reason, this feels more intimate.
“I’d love nothing more than to kiss you, Scottie. And I plan on doing it all night long until we pass out.”
Wasting no time, I dip my mouth to hers and savor the taste of her once more, but without feeling rushed, without feeling like she might evaporate from my arms. Our tongues meet in a slow swirl, blood rushes right down between my legs again, and I reach down to grab Scottie’s leg, curling it around my hip while I press her against the tree.
I bury one hand in her hair and pull her closer to me with the other as I angle her head to the side and deepen our kiss.
Scottie pulls away, breathing heavily, and says, “Fuck me, Grady.”
And my body jolts back to life with desperation, pulling her toward the house.
The second we’re inside, I spin her around, push her against the door, and dive my tongue into her mouth again. Both of us just came but I know my dick is eager for more.
“Take everything off, Scottie. Now.”
“So bossy.” She giggles as clothes go flying. And when her bra falls to the floor, my mouth waters at the sight of her breasts.
“I want these in my mouth,” I say as I cup both of her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.
“Yes,” she mewls, pulling my face down to her chest, making me bend over to reach her pebbled peaks.
So instead, I hoist her up, wrap her legs around my waist, and push her back against the door, sucking on her nipples as she rubs her pussy against my stomach.
I can feel how wet she is still, more than ready for me.
But I want her in my bed. I want my sheets to smell like her.
I already know that one night with her isn’t going to be enough, but I can’t think about that right now.
Right now, the only thing I need to focus on is making her come on my cock this time.
Her arms tighten around my neck as I lift her from the door and start walking down the hallway, locating my room in the dark with ease. We fall to the bed with her beneath me, her legs still wrapped around my waist.
Our lips continue to move, exploring and drawing pleasure from each other as she rubs her pussy against me again.
I settle in the cradle of her hips and all it would take is one thrust to bury myself inside her.
But I have to be level-headed in some respect.
The whiskey is already clouding my judgment.
“I need to get a condom,” I say between kisses, forcing myself to pull away as I head for my nightstand and take out a rubber.
I’ve had these condoms for so long that I almost forgot they were there, but thank God I have something.
I tear the wrapper, cover myself, and walk back over to the sight of Scottie splayed out on my bed. “Jesus, you look perfect like this.”
She opens her legs to me, giving me the perfect view of her glistening, pink pussy. “Like how?”
“Ready for my cock. Willing to let me own you.” I crawl over her and bracket her head with my forearms as I stare right into her eyes. “Like this was how you were always supposed to be—mine.”
Her lips part on a gasp. “Grady…”
Dragging my nose up the side of her throat, I line my lips up to her ear and whisper, “Tell me this isn’t a dream.”
I can feel her shake her head against me. “It’s not.”
“Tell me you want this just as badly as I do.”
“God, yes. Please…please fuck me, Grady.”
I don’t say another word before lining up my cock to her entrance and sliding home.
Ecstasy races through my veins as her tight heat surrounds me, pulling me in deeper.
Her heel slides up the back of my thigh, pulling me closer until my pelvis hits her clit, and we grind together, moaning at how good it feels.
How fucking right it feels.
“So good. You’re so fucking tight, Scottie. Squeezing me so hard.”
“More, Grady. God, don’t stop.”
I search for her nipple with my mouth, sucking and nibbling on her as our bodies writhe, our hips collide, and my dick grows impossibly harder.
Her moans and trembles are cues I listen to as I find a pace that feels so fucking natural.
I can feel Scottie dig her nails into my back, marking me, claiming me the same way I’m claiming her.
With each thrust, I let my hands explore her body—brushing my knuckles along her soft skin, kissing and licking her neck, squeezing her thigh tighter around my hips as I work us higher and higher, chasing that release that I know is going to be fucking mind-blowing.
Her pussy spasms around me, signaling that she’s close. “Come on my cock, Scottie. Fucking milk me, baby.”
She moans loudly as I reach between us and apply pressure to her clit while circling my hips, thrusting in long strokes that make her moan with each pass of my dick inside her.
“I’m coming,” she moans against my lips before I cover her mouth with mine and swallow her cries. She tightens even more around my dick, and then I let myself join her as numbness crawls down my legs and it feels like my soul leaves my body.
Collapsing against Scottie’s chest, I fight to catch my breath as she pants beneath me. That was over much quicker than I wanted, but I’ll be damned if she leaves my bed without me having her again.
When I finally feel stable enough to stand, I pull out of her, press a quick kiss to her lips, and head for my bathroom to deal with the condom.
Scottie lets out a yawn as I walk back into my room.
“None of that,” I say as I crawl back into the bed, positioning her across my chest.
“Sorry. It’s just way past my bedtime.” Her hair tickles my nose, and I brush it out of the way so I can stare down at her. The heat of her body warms me all over, and holding her in my arms makes me realize how long it’s been since I’ve had someone else in my bed.
But nothing compares to having her here.
“Then close your eyes. Rest for a while. You don’t have to leave yet.”
“I don’t want to leave at all,” she whispers, before we both drift off to sleep.
***
“Ride me, Scottie.” I smack her ass again, urging her to move faster and fuck me until she comes. “Make yourself come. Make me break with you.”
“Grady!” she cries, rubbing her pelvis over me, working herself closer to her climax. “I’m there!” And then I feel her tighten before she screams and takes me over the edge with her.
When we come down from the high, she turns to her side to face me. “So good.”
I huff out a laugh. “Fucking amazing.”
“I definitely didn’t anticipate my night ending like this when my mom told me to go out with her.”
It’s three in the morning. Scottie and I drifted off for about an hour before I woke her up with my head between her legs again. And then she climbed on top of me and rode me until we both saw stars.
“It’s not over yet.”
“No, but at least it was memorable. I mean, you ate me out on the hood of a car for crying out loud.”
My lips tip up like they have a mind of their own. And the memory of Scottie splayed out on my Nova like that will live on in my brain for all eternity. “I can do it again if you want.”
She shakes her head at me. “Are you ever going to rebuild that car? Does it even run?”
I blow out a breath and turn to face the ceiling as she rests her head on my chest again. “I want to. I just…”
“I get it. But maybe it would help to have something to focus on, Grady.” She draws circles through my chest hair. “I know I said I wouldn’t bring up baseball again, but…”
“You’re going to anyway.”
She nods against my chest. “Have you ever thought about coaching?”
Just the mention of the word has my entire upper body tightening. “Why do you ask?”
She’s silent for a moment before she speaks again.
“Well, after I found out I was pregnant, I wasn’t ready to give up the game entirely.
I asked my coach if I could still practice with the girls, but as an observer.
It sucked not being able to play, I’m not going to lie.
But watching and being able to help the girls improve, especially the girl that replaced me, made it a little bit easier to let go.
” I trail my fingers up and down her spine.
“I still loved the game, I just got to appreciate it on a different level.”
My jaw is tight, but I manage to say, “I’ll think about it.
” And that’s not a lie. I have been thinking about it, especially after Dallas called me out at lunch last week and the new coach at the high school is still pursuing me.
He even showed up at the garage a few days ago.
I just don’t know if it will make things better or worse for me.
But it might help you feel unstuck.
Scottie glances at the clock on my nightstand. “I need to get home soon. It’s late, or early, however you want to look at it.”
Reaching for her hand between us, I intertwine our fingers. “It’s still dark. Get some more sleep first.”
She lets out another yawn, and then snuggles in deeper to my body. “Just a little bit of sleep and then I’ll go.”
I don’t argue with her. I just savor the feeling of her in my arms. But I do know one thing for certain—before she leaves, I’m going to get her number.
This isn’t going to be the last time I see Scottie or feel her wrapped around me.
It can’t be, not when my soul feels like a piece of my past and present just snapped into place.
Unfortunately, Scottie didn’t feel the same way, as evidenced by her stealth departure after I fell asleep.
She didn’t leave a note. Hell, not even a scrap of paper with her number scribbled on it.
And when I drive to her mom’s house the next afternoon, eager to confront her on the matter, her mother can’t look me in the eye when she says, “She’s gone, Grady.”
“What?”
“She went back home. Something about an emergency.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she eyes me up and down, but there’s a hint of something behind her eyes I can’t read.
“What kind of emergency?”
She arches a brow at me. “The kind that doesn’t exist.”
“Lisa,” I start, but she cuts me off.
“I know my daughter, honey. And if she left, there was a reason, one she didn’t want you or me to know.” She shrugs, but I can tell she’s not happy with her daughter either.
I push a hand through my hair and blow out a breath. “Well, can I get her number then? Please?”
Shaking her head, she looks down at the ground. “If she didn’t give it to you herself, then I can’t help you.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m sorry, Grady.” She moves to shut the door. “This is what Scottie wanted, and I have to honor that. As her friend, I hope you understand.”
The sound of the door clicking shut is like a nail being driven into a coffin, and with it I bury my feelings back where they belong—six feet under, where all my dreams have gone to die anyway.