Chapter 35 #2
“Walked around the rest of the day with his chest puffed up with pride. You would think he’d invented fishing.”
“Sounds like he was a problem solver even back then.” She winks at me.
I huff out a quick laugh. “Or just an impatient kid who really wanted to catch a fish.”
Granddad chuckles. “Maybe a bit of both.”
“This was amazing,” Beck gushes, picking up the linen napkin from her lap and bringing it to the side of her mouth. “I can’t believe that you made it yourself. Beef Wellington, the garlic mashed potatoes, this dessert—all of it. You’re an excellent cook.”
“I’ve always enjoyed cooking. I don’t do it as much as I would like anymore.” He takes a drink of tea and stares wistfully out the window facing the water. “There’s not much sense in cooking a large meal when I’m the only one here to enjoy it.”
The room falls quiet for a moment, the weight of his admission settling over the table.
I think about him here alone in this house with only memories of my grandmother to keep him company.
He has help that comes in regularly, but it’s not the same as having family.
I asked him if he’d ever consider moving to Emerley, closer to me, but he says he’s not ready yet. Maybe someday.
She glances at me, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “So how come you didn’t inherit your grandfather’s ability to cook?”
“You’re one to talk.” I chuckle, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood. “We just learned how to make lasagna. Maybe the next time we come to visit, you can give us a cooking lesson.”
“I would love that.” His eyes brighten, melancholy washing away. “Let me know what you would like to learn to make and I’ll have everything we need brought in.” He stands to collect the dessert dishes.
“We can do it.” I rise, taking the plate from his hand. “You did all the cooking. The least we can do is clean up.”
“I may not be a great cook, but I excel at washing dishes.” Beck joins me in clearing the table.
“If you insist, I won’t say no.” His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles at us. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to head to my room and read a little before bed. I’m sure you will find something to do to amuse yourselves.”
“Thank you again for dinner. It was amazing.”
“Thank you for the company.” He squeezes her forearm as he passes. “I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Good night, Granddad.”
“Good night, son.”
It takes only a short time to clear the table and load everything into the dishwasher. Granddad cleans as he cooks, so there aren’t even any dishes to hand-wash. We definitely got the better end of the deal.
“Are you having a good time?” I ask Beck, throwing the tea towel I used to dry my hands on the counter, backing her up against the island.
“Yes, thanks for bringing me.” Her eyes sparkle as she places her hands on my waist. “I love your grandpa. He reminds me a lot of you, actually.”
“How so?” I ask, dipping my head to kiss the tender skin behind her ear.
Tilting her head, she exhales slowly. “He’s kind and has a great sense of humour.”
“You think I’m kind,” I hum against the column of her neck.
“Mm-hmm,” she moans. “You’re not always grumpy with me.”
“I’m only grumpy when you’re acting like a brat,” I say, nipping her earlobe.
“And when you haven’t had your morning coffee.” She leans back and winks at me.
“And you think I’m funny?” I dig my fingers into her hips and pull her against me.
“You can be funny.” She raises one shoulder.
Lifting her, I set her on the counter and step between her spread legs.
“He’s very handsome.” Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, she watches me.
“I can see where you get your good looks, Pretty Boy.” My eyes drift closed briefly as she runs both her hands along my jaw and up through the sides of my hair.
God, why does that feel so good? “I like his beard. You should think about growing one.”
Her eyes drop to my lips before she dips her head to kiss me softly on the side of my mouth. Humming, I capture her lips in a passionate kiss. When I hear her groan into my mouth, I know we need to move this somewhere more private. Pulling back, I meet her lust-filled eyes.
“Are you ready for bed, or do you want to find something to do to amuse ourselves?”
“What I would like to do shouldn’t happen in this kitchen where your grandpa could walk in at any moment.”
Scooping her off the counter, I carry her with her legs wrapped around my waist across the length of the main floor to the room I claimed as mine years ago. I’m very grateful that it’s at the complete opposite end of the house from my grandfather.
Entering the bedroom, I kick the heavy wooden door closed behind us and lock it. Setting her down on her feet beside the bed, I take a small step back. I don’t know what I did to deserve her in my life, but I’m so glad she is here.
She reaches for me and slowly undoes every button on my shirt.
Slipping it over my broad shoulders, she pulls it down the length of my arms and allows it to drift to the floor.
Her soft hands slip under my T-shirt, fingers dancing over the waistband of my jeans before pulling it over my head and dropping it on the floor.
Leaning in, she places gentle kisses along my jaw and neck.
“Undo your pants and take your cock out,” she whispers into my skin.
I do as she asks. It’s cute that she thinks she has all the control here. After freeing my hard shaft, I take her instructions one step further by removing my jeans completely and kicking them away.
“Good boy. Sit down.” She pushes me back with her palm on my chest until I’m sitting on the plush bench at the end of the bed.
Good boy? I like that more than one would think.
Sitting, I spread my legs and wrap my hand around my dick, stroking it base to tip as she undresses for me.
She bites her lip as she lets each piece slowly fall away as I watch.
I want to touch her, but hold myself still, tracking every movement, every breath.
“You are so beautiful,” I say, finally giving in—one hand sliding up her thigh and over the curve of her hip while the other keeps a steady pace.
Wordlessly, she lowers herself to her knees and replaces my hand with her own. I tip my head back and groan as she tightens her grip and pulls my throbbing cock up and down. Leaning in, she takes me in her mouth and swirls her hot tongue around the head.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I growl, brushing my hands over her shoulders as she takes as much as she can to the back of her throat. She hums as she begins to bob and stroke in perfect rhythm.
“Just like that,” I groan, raising my hips to meet her mouth.
Her bright blue eyes smoulder as she peeks up at me from under her long bangs.
“Do you like that, Baby? Do you like sucking my big dick?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Fuck me,” I groan. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
She hums again, knowing the vibration drives me wild.
“Brat,” I say, reaching down and lifting her up onto my lap.
She giggles, then groans as she lines herself up and lowers her wet pussy down my throbbing cock.
“As much as I love your red lips wrapped around my dick, right now I need to feel your tight cunt choke it.”
Whimpering, she rises and falls, hips rolling in a steady rhythm. My fingertips dig into her ass cheeks as I help lift and drop her down faster and harder with each thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, grabbing my shoulders for support.
“Does it feel good, swallowing my hard cock with your greedy pussy?” I ask, dipping my head to her breast to pull her rosy nipple into my mouth.
“Yes,” she stutters, as our bodies clap together with every thrust. “You feel so good.”
With one last tug, I release her nipple and find her mouth for a kiss.
“I need to come,” she moans between kisses.
“Tell me what you want. Use your words.”
“I’m so close,” she pants as I thrust up into her.
“Open.” I tap her swollen lips with two fingers. Her eyes are hooded and her breathing is heavy as she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. I place them in her mouth, and she licks and sucks them, coating them with her own saliva.
Our rhythm changes as my finger drops to circle her clit in small, deliberate circles. “Oh my God, Ryan,” she cries out. “Just like that. Please don’t stop.”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I can’t get enough of you. Look at you taking my cock so well,” I growl as she continues to ride. “Hear how wet you are for me. Listen to us. I can feel how close you are to coming all over my cock.”
“So close,” she mumbles. “So. Fucking. Close.”
I feel her pussy flutter, then spasm around my shaft. Her orgasm sets off my own.
I groan loudly as I pull her down one last time, filling her deep with my cum.
She rests her forehead on my shoulder, and I move my hands to her waist as we both try to slow our breathing.
“You’re amazing,” I murmur into her hair as my thumbs stroke her smooth skin.
Raising her head, she takes mine in her hands and places a firm kiss on my lips.
Pulling away, she says, “Be careful with your words, Pretty Boy. I really like you, and I may want to keep you.”
“I would love that.”
Nipping her lip, I stand and carry her into the bathroom for a shower.