Chapter 41
41
Grady
I’m on my couch, Sue passed out with his snout in my lap, watching the Fireballs play their first home game in a week and a half and nodding off over an empty bowl of Lucky Charms topped with chocolate milk when I hear the sound of tires crunching over the gravel behind my house.
I don’t think anything of it, because the athlete’s foot spray commercial between innings is blending into the dream I’m drifting into about Sue trying out to be the new Fireballs mascot, which entails him shooting flaming boogers out his nose.
I snort-laugh in my sleep and wake myself, but something’s not right.
There’s a weird tapping coming from the back door.
Sue grunts.
I figure it’s just the flowers, realize they don’t actually have fingers and mouths, and can’t tap dance across the sidewalk, much less tap on the back door, and I bolt upright just as the back door clicks open.
“’Lo?” I call.
“You found me a baker,” Annika whispers behind me, and I’m suddenly fully awake.
I leap up.
Sue falls off the couch and gives us both an earful until he sees Annika slipping in from the kitchen, and then he charges.
She laughs and scratches him all over the head while he tries to leap on her. “Aww, who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
“You’re here,” I say, stating the obvious like a dumbass.
“ You sent me a baker ,” she repeats.
“I know one or two. Sometimes they’re looking for changes.”
The bags are heavy under her eyes, but everything else about her is sparkling. She straightens, and her loose hair falls to land at nipple level. Her shoulders are relaxed, her spine straight, her joy shining.
Instead of her normal leggings, she’s in short jean shorts topped with a peach tank top that hugs her breasts and shows off her slender but strong arms.
And she’s in sandals.
With pink-tipped toes.
Pink.
Annika.
But it’s the giant smile curving her lush lips that sends me over the edge.
I did that.
I made her happy.
She gives Sue a final pat before closing the distance between us to wrap her arms around my neck. Our bodies line up, thigh to thigh, my suddenly aching cock against her soft belly, her round breasts pressed to my ribs.
“Hi,” she whispers while Sue prances around us.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“You are deliciously sexy when you’re tired.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Thank you for saving my bacon.”
I slide my hands around her waist to sink my fingers into her ass. “I like your bacon.”
Sue bleats in glee and prances in a circle around the living room.
Annika’s lips cover mine, and I just keep falling.
She snuck into enemy territory to come kiss me. To share her happiness.
To bury her fingers in my hair and stroke her tongue into my mouth and press her pelvis into my pirate mast.
I’m gonna marry this woman.
Swear I am.
And that’s before she pulls out of the kiss to lick her way down my jaw, her fingers trailing down my body to push my shorts down over my hips, freeing my erection.
“Annika—”
“Sshh.”
She drops to her knees, licks me from balls to tip, and my eyes cross.
“ Maaa! ” Sue cries.
“Bedroom,” Annika orders, and fuck me.
The goat dashes around the corner like he doesn’t want to watch.
“You—” I start, but she licks me again, and I forget how to use words.
“Somebody’s been a very good boy,” she whispers just before taking me into her mouth.
It’s bliss.
It’s bliss frosted on a cupcake of euphoria. A strangled moan catches in my throat. She hums on my cock, the vibrations making my hips jerk, and goosebumps break out over my entire body.
Her mouth is hot and wet, and she’s sucking me deeper, until I hit the back of her throat, and fuck , it’s heaven.
No barriers.
Her tongue rubs the underside of my dick. I fist my hands in her thick hair while she works me over, bobbing up and down, and it takes every ounce of control to not pump into her mouth.
My balls are tight. My cock is hard as steel.
Her fingers skim my ass and trail down my hamstrings, she hums again, and I grip her hair tighter in warning. “Annika—I’m gonna?—”
Instead of letting me go, she sucks harder, and white-hot lightning streaks through me as I come down her throat.
She licks and sucks until I’ve spent everything I have in me, and doesn’t let go until my legs are wobbling. Her smile and sparkling eyes as she carefully tucks me back into my shorts are everything.
Everything .
“Sit,” she whispers.
My knees give out, and I tumble back onto the couch.
“ Maaa? ” Sue asks from the bedroom.
Annika swings a leg over my lap and settles on me, peppering soft kisses on my jaw while my tongue tries to remember how to form words.
My arms though—they’re doing good with remembering how to hold her.
“Thank you,” she whispers again.
“Thank you ,” I manage.
“I can’t stay long. Bailey’s at volleyball try-outs and I have to pick her up in thirty minutes. But I wanted to see you.”
Her pussy is pressing into my crotch, and I’m getting hard again. “You’re welcome anytime.”
“I miss you.”
My grip around her tightens. “Right here, Annika.”
She doesn’t answer.
She doesn’t have to.
I know what she means.
She has to leave. I have to stay. And neither of us know when she’ll get her next break so we can sneak off together.
“ Maaa? ” Sue asks.
Annika laughs into my neck as the goat hops up onto the couch and tries to squeeze between us.
“Back, you crazy animal,” I tell him.
He licks my ear and sticks a hoof way too close to the goods.
“Sit,” Annika orders.
And the fucking goat sits.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask him.
He licks his nose, then snorts on me.
Annika laughs, right there in my arms, and yeah, I’d let my goat snort on me every day if that’s what it took to hear that music.
I’d find her a new baker every day too.
Anything to make her happy.
Anything .
She’s everything that’s been missing from my life the last ten years.
All of her. Her drive. Her dedication.
Her family.
Her chaos.
She’s my happiness.
And I’m going to do my damnedest to be her happiness too.