Chapter 29
Grant
Dinner was delicious, or he assumed so anyway. Everything seemed to pale in comparison to the vision across the table from him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her long enough to actually pay attention to the food. Or the wine. Or the music.
There was only Edie.
Only Edie, and the way the soft lights in the barn brought out the warmer tones in her hair. The way her eyes sparkled when she laughed at some funny story about Jesse or his work. The look on her face when she took her first bite of steak, a look that reminded him rather violently of how she’d looked with their babygirl’s face between her thighs.
“That was wonderful,” she said with a dreamy little sigh as they exited the barn nearly three hours later. Humming with satisfaction, she dropped her head to his shoulder as he guided her back to the car.
“It was. I’m glad you had a good time, little pixie.”
“Still not sure how I feel about that name,” she grumbled, lifting her head to scowl playfully up at him.
“I think it suits you.” They’d reached the car by then, and he used it to his advantage, swinging her around so she was pinned between him and the passenger side door. “Tiny. Mischievous. Unpredictable.”
Grinning now, she tilted her head back, inviting him to kiss her. “Well, when you put it that way…”
He took his time kissing her, drawing it out until she was whimpering into his mouth, her hips grinding against his. When he pulled back, she had that dazed look in her eyes again, the one that made him want to claim her so completely she forgot all about her doubts and worries.
“Grant…” She trailed off on a sigh when he leaned in to brush his lips down the side of her neck.
“Hmmm?”
“Take me home.”
Disappointment flashed through him, but when he lifted his head, there was a hunger in her gaze that matched the need pumping through his veins.
Gripping her short locks, he pulled her head back, inwardly cheering when she gasped and arched up as if offering herself to him. “Tell me what you want, little pixie. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us.”
“Take me home,” she repeated, her voice rough with need. “Make me yours… Daddy.”
Edie
The ride back to her house seemed like it might never end. Especially with Grant’s hand on her bare thigh, his thumb tracing little patterns over the skin designed to drive her crazy.
It was working.
Especially since she was still on edge from the orgasm he’d denied her in the car earlier, an edge that hadn’t faded the least during dinner. Now, it was knife sharp, and she felt it with every beat of her heart as they raced toward home.
“Daddy…” God, she hadn’t expected to enjoy calling him that so much. “Maybe we should find somewhere to pull over. It’s plenty dark.”
“Not a chance, little pixie. When I finally get my hands on you, I plan on taking my time.”
“Then you better drive faster.” Spreading her legs, she grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to where she burned for him. “I need you.”
“Yeah?” When he glanced over, there was a wicked smile curving his lips, and alarm bells immediately rang in her mind. “You want Daddy to make you feel good, baby?”
As he spoke in those low, almost patronizing tones, his fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties, dipping between her soaked lips with such agonizing slowness she nearly whimpered.
“So wet. Is this all for Daddy, little pixie?”
Fuck, that should not be so hot. But there was a hint of awe in his tone as he pulled his fingers free and brought them to his mouth. She watched, fascinated as he sucked her juices from his fingers with a moan.
“You taste so fucking good, baby. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
Thankfully, he turned onto her driveway a few seconds later because she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
“Jesse’s car isn’t here,” she said, frowning at the spot where her car had been when they’d left.
“She texted me. She’s at her sister’s. Stay there.”
It was tempting to defy him, especially when every inch of her body felt like it had been lit on fire. But he’d already denied her once tonight when she’d tested him, and she thought she might actually die if he didn’t let her come soon.
So she unbuckled her seatbelt and waited for him to open the door. The second he did, she launched herself up out of the car and into his arms. It thrilled her on some deep, primal level that he didn’t stumble back even a step but simply caught her and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
“Inside. Hurry,” she urged, tugging at his tie. The tie that matched her dress perfectly, because her man and her woman paid attention to little details like that.
She loved that about them. Hell, there wasn’t much she could think of she didn’t fucking adore about them. Separately, together, it didn’t matter to her.
All that mattered was them.
“Fuck,” he swore, stumbling a bit now as she sank her teeth into the bit of bare skin she’d managed to expose on his shoulder. “You’re killing me, pixie.”
“Good.” Her laugh was deeper, throatier, and she barely recognized it. “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?”
“Brat.” He growled the word, and she swore she could feel the vibrations of it in her bones as he stumbled his way up the front porch steps to the door. “I said I wanted to take my time with you.”
“You can. Next time.” By now she’d gotten nearly all his buttons undone, exposing the smooth, hard chest beneath. “Jesus. You must live at the gym.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
Somehow, he managed to get the doors open. And then they were inside, with her pinned against the wall in her living room as he kissed the sense right out of her. There was a tugging sensation at her hips, then the sound of fabric tearing, and a moment later his hand was between them, fumbling with his belt.
“Goddammit,” he swore with another of those low growls.
Delighted by him, by the effect she was having on him, she clung to him with one arm and used the other to help free his almost obscenely thick cock from his pants.
Her cry of shocked pleasure echoed through the empty house as he pinned her to the wall with more than just his body. She could only cling to him as he pounded into her with short, frantic thrusts, fucking her so hard she saw stars.
Pleasure, molten hot, erupted inside her, rushing down her veins and ripping a scream from her throat as he took her. Claimed her, because she couldn’t see it as anything but a claiming of the most primal, erotic kind.
A moment later, he thrust into her one final time, his cock swelling as he filled her. For a long while, the only sound in the house was that of their ragged breaths.
“Jesus,” she said when she could finally breathe somewhat normally again. “That was…”
“That was not exactly how I’d meant for this to go,” he said with a rumbling laugh, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You rushed me, naughty little pixie. Daddy’s going to have to teach you who’s in charge.”
“Mmm. I’m looking forward to it.”
Jesse
“Wait, wait, wait.” Holding up one finger, Courtney closed her eyes and shook her head. “You’re marrying Grant. But also… dating Edie? How the hell does that work?”
They’d finished dinner nearly an hour ago, and the sisters had retreated to the couch in the living room while Aaron, Courtney’s adorably nerdy husband, took care of bedtime.
Aaron had come home from work before Jesse had really been able to give Courtney all the details of her reunion with Edie, and they’d tabled the discussion during dinner. Sweet Aaron had been a little starstruck, so Jesse had spent dinner regaling them with stories about some of his favorite actors and actresses. Then she’d really made his night by video calling Mitch James, his all-time favorite actor.
She was pretty sure she’d won her brother-in-law over. His wife, however, was a much tougher nut to crack. Though the story of how she’d come home to tell Edie about her engagement and the odd turn all of that had taken certainly seemed to be loosening her up.
The bottle of wine they’d already shared between the two of them was probably helping a bit, as well.
“So far, it’s working pretty well,” Jesse said with a shrug as she sipped at her third—or was it fourth?—glass of wine, this one from the new bottle Aaron had opened for them before he’d shooed them off into the living room to talk.
She thought she might be a little in love with him.
“They’re actually off on a date right now,” she added.
“And you’re okay with that?” Courtney’s tone clearly conveyed her disbelief that anyone could be happy with their fiancé going off for a romantic evening with another woman.
“More than okay. It was my idea. They need to get to know each other without me getting in the middle.”
“What do you mean?”
Jesse took another drink, mostly to give herself a moment to think. It was difficult to explain their dynamic without explaining their dynamic, and she didn’t want to risk the already shaky reconciliation she had going with her sister by outing herself as a Little. “Grant and Edie are both… very tuned in to me. When I’m with them, all the focus tends to be on me, my feelings, things like that.”
“Starting to see why you’re so okay with this,” Courtney teased. “You always did enjoy being the center of attention.”
Because it was true, even if it stung, Jesse didn’t bother to argue. “I do enjoy it. But it also means they haven’t had much of a chance to get to know each other. And I want them to have a relationship that doesn’t center around me all the time. It’s a lot of pressure to feel like you’re the person holding a family together.”
“Now that I can certainly empathize with. Being the lynchpin is exhausting.”
“Exactly. And it doesn’t feel fair to them for me to be the focus all the time. I want to know that they’re getting what they need out of this relationship, too, you know?”
“That’s very mature of you.” Courtney’s smile was a little sad at the edges. “When did my baby sister get so grown up?”
“You don’t really have much of a choice in Hollywood. It’s a cutthroat business, and you have to grow up fast.” Which was part of why she’d clung so tightly to her Little side. When she was working, she had no choice but to be a shrewd, and sometimes ruthless businesswoman. But she’d refused to let the industry steal her soul, and escaping into her Little space on a regular basis let her keep that balance better than most.
“That makes sense. You’re good at it, though. It suits you.”
Jesse’s eyebrows flew up in surprise. “You’ve seen my movies?”
“Mmhmm. All of them. Twice, at least, and there’s a few I’ve seen so many times I can recite them from heart.”
Emotion caught in Jesse’s throat. “I had no idea. You never said…”
“Figured you had enough people out in California stroking your ego,” Courtney said with a grin. “And I know I’ve never said it, but I’m so freaking proud of you, Jess. You knew exactly what you wanted out of life, and you went for it. You did something most people only ever dream of, and you did it better than anyone else. That’s not nothing. Me, mom, dad, we’re all so proud of you we could just scream whenever someone starts talking about you.”
The tears she’d been trying to hold back all evening finally broke free. Setting her wine glass aside, Jesse threw herself into her big sister’s arms. And wept.