Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Grayson
We finish baling the rest of the field together, and once it’s done, I pull the tractor into a spot in the back, facing west toward the setting sun. I shut the engine off, wrapping both arms around her as we watch the sun start to fade behind the trees.
“How’s Lukas?”
With my chin propped on the side of her head, I let out a ragged breath. “He’s okay, I guess. He’s quiet, which isn’t like him.”
“I’m sure he has a lot on his mind.”
I nod at that. “Harper, Theo, and I went to his place the other day. It was worse than I thought.” There wasn’t much in his apartment to begin with, mostly a bed, kitchen table and chairs, and a sparse living room set up, but it was all broken.
Torn apart. Standing in the center of his one-room apartment, you could see the remnants of his breakdown.
The fridge was empty with the exception of beer and lunch meat.
We all knew he was drinking, but either pretended we didn’t know how much or subconsciously ignored it.
“We’re working on cleaning it up, and Theo plans to plaster some of the holes in the walls once we’re done.
We’ll have to call to replace the window. ”
“I’ll go tomorrow and help out, since you all likely have to work.”
I squeeze my arms around her. “You’d do that?”
“Of course I would. I care about you, and that means I care about your family.”
I press a kiss to the side of her head, so thankful she was at my house that night.
When I pulled my baby brother off the floor, she knelt at his side, and her hand fell to his back to reassure him.
She slipped immediately into doctor mode, and I think Lukas needed that moment of professionalism to ground him.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“Would you come to this stupid fundraiser with me, if I decide to give the speech?”
“Of course, baby,” I murmur against her hair. “You wouldn’t even have to ask something like that, you know I’ll support you however I can.”
She pulls my arms tighter around her before she stands, spinning to position herself between my spread legs. “You’re incredible, you know that? I’ve never met anyone quite like you before.”
I scoff a little. Incredible isn’t quite the world I’d use to describe myself. I’m not a smart man, never claimed to be. Everything I’ve been good at is because I’m big and strong. I work hard, but there aren’t too many things in this world I’ll have the opportunity to do.
“I mean it,” she says again, leaving her arm around my neck and using her other hand to press a palm to my cheek.
“I admire you. You sacrifice so much for the farm. You take care of the animals, the land.” She places a soft kiss against my lips.
“You take care of your family, your neighbors, me…” She kisses me once more before pulling back, and I’m so drunk on her taste that it takes me a second longer to open my eyes.
“You spread yourself thin for those you love.”
“I do,” I agree, my voice hoarse. “And I’ll keep doing it for everyone that I love.” And I hope she knows that she’s included in that. I haven’t really thought much about it. But fuck, if what I feel for her isn’t love, then I guess I don’t know what love is.
Her eyes dart back and forth across my face.
“But who takes care of you? Who takes care of the man that makes sure everyone in his orbit is safe? Taken care of?” She brings our faces closer, her forehead resting against mine.
“I want it to be me,” she says, tongue darting out to lick her lips.
“I want to be the one who takes care of the man that cares for everyone.” She lets her soft exhales meet my ragged breaths, and I run my palm up her back.
“Let it be me,” she says, and fuck, if that’s not what I want the most, out of everything.
I hadn’t realized it, not until I met her, how much I’ve held back.
I’ve spent years, my entire life, maybe, putting myself last because I wanted my family to come first. I sure as hell don’t regret it, and for all I know, I might have kept going like that for an eternity if I hadn’t met Holly.
But she makes me want more for myself, for us.
Hearing a woman like her say that she wants to be the one to take care of me? I don’t deserve it.
I press my lips to hers, running a palm up the outside of her thigh, feeling her creamy, soft skin under my calloused hands.
I let my palm linger for a moment, relishing the feeling of her kiss, before I move it up, up further, underneath her dress, curving my fingertips and expecting to graze the edge of her underwear.
To my surprise, all I feel is smooth skin.
I break the kiss, confusion twisting my brows, and when I look up, my angel has her lips twisted, trying not to smile. I curl my hand under the hem of her cotton dress, and lift it up, higher and higher until it's past her waist, and my cock twitches when I realize she isn’t wearing any underwear.
“Where are your panties, Holly?” I ask, my voice scratched and ragged.
She adjusts herself so she can kneel on the seat, and when my hand grazes over her bare ass, she lets out a soft hmmm.
“I didn’t have any clean ones with me, and I surely wasn’t going to buy secondhand ones.
” She brushes her lips against mine, nipping my bottom one.
“I figured you wouldn’t mind me coming to visit not wearing any. ”
I groan, tugging her further on my lap. She follows the movement, and I adjust her legs, pulling her over me so she’s straddling my thigh.
She immediately leans in, kissing me, letting our tongues crash against one another.
She starts to rock against me, slowly at first as her body seemingly sways with the kiss.
But then she tightens her thighs and moves her hips, grinding herself against my thigh.
She lets out these little moans every time she bucks against my jeans and I smooth a hand down her back, curving it over her ass to grip her tightly.
“Grind that little cunt on me, baby. Get yourself off.”
She moans, her head tilted back, and I can see the start of a flush crawl up her chest. With one hand still holding her against me while she rocks her hips, I use the other to tug on the tie that rests atop her shoulder, and just as I had hoped, it loosens and the side of her dress falls low.
I quickly tear down the other, and her dress pools at her waist. Thank fuck, because she’s not wearing a bra, either.
Even with the excessive humidity, goosebumps pebble her exposed flesh. I lean her back, making sure she can still ride my thigh, but I’m desperate to taste her. I pull a nipple into my mouth, sucking and nipping, taking pleasure for myself as much as I want to give to her.
Her hands rake through the sides of my hair, knocking my hat off somewhere behind me. I tug harder on her nipple, urging her hips to move faster, and I can tell by her breathy moans that she’s close.
“That’s it, baby. Use me. Ride my thigh until you come. I want that pussy dripping for me when I finally fuck you.”
“Grayson,” she whines, a slight laugh to her voice. “This is crazy … I’ve never came like this before. Oh my gosh, I’m … I’m so close.”
“Good,” I grunt in between sucks, releasing one nipple with a loud pop as I move to suck on the other. And when I curve a hand behind her, rounding her ass to deliver a gentle, but firm slap, she squeals, shuddering on my lap as her orgasm hits.
My cock is straining in my jeans, desperate to join the party, but I let her ride it out, kissing and sucking every inch of skin I can reach. And when she lifts her head, coming back to reality, a satisfied and devilish look crosses her face.
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?
” I tease, kissing her lips. I break the kiss to quickly flip her around, and she squeals, grabbing onto my knees for balance.
She’s sitting on my lap, and with a hand pressed between her shoulder blades, I gently push, lowering her chest until it hits the steering wheel.
The act puts her perfect ass on display, and I tug up the hem of her dress, exposing her bare flesh to me.
Her dress sits high on her waist, giving me an unobstructed view of her back, of muscles that make up her shoulders and the notches of her spine.
I raise a hand, trailing a finger from the top of her spine down, skipping over her dress and letting it graze her round ass.
“Fucking hell, woman. This body could kill me, you know that?”
“Grayson,” she murmurs, wiggling her ass against me. "I need you." I deliver a playful slap and she moans, her head twisting to look at me over her shoulder. “Again.”
I pull my hand back a little further, bringing it down with a slap, this one harder.
The sound echoes through the otherwise silent field, followed by her little whimpers, and I bring my hand back for another one, and another.
Her body jerks slightly, and the side of her cheek blooms a beautiful pink.
“Is that all you got?” Her voice is low, sultry, and the last of my resolve splinters.
I quickly let go of her to loosen my belt, and with her bare ass still on display for me, she peers over her shoulder.
Holly watches every move—the tug on my zipper, the clink of my belt as I shove my pants and briefs to my knees.
Her eyes widen at my hard cock, as if she hasn’t seen it before, as if I haven’t shoved it in her perfect mouth.
I stroke myself a few times, letting her watch.
“Fuck, baby. Shit,” I hiss, realization dawning that I don’t have a condom. I reach down to grab my pants and briefs when she stops me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks as her eyes dart across my face.
I groan, leaning back in the seat. “I don’t have a condom on me. Nothing. I wasn’t … They’re all at the house. I wasn’t expecting anything like this.”