Chapter 42 – Grant
FORTY-TWO
GRANT
He wasn’t above lying to get what he wanted. And he felt a little guilty about that.
I leaned in the doorway of her bedroom while I watched her prepare for bed. My parents flew back to Florida earlier that afternoon with promises or threats to return soon. I wasn’t exactly sure which one.
Their three-day stay with us had been illuminating, however. They made it clear they expected me to make an honest woman of Flowers.
I made it clear that I would marry her tomorrow if she would have me.
Flowers made it clear if I wanted her to agree to marriage, I had to prove that I was capable of moving forward.
This was a conundrum.
But I’d always been pretty good at solving puzzles.
Because I was pretty sure Flowers wanted to believe I could love again. Which meant I only had to appear that I could.
That I did.
Love her.
How hard could it be? I cared for Flowers. I liked Flowers. Fucking Flowers had been one of my favorite activities in possibly a decade and I wanted to do more of it and very soon.
If I could convince her it was close enough to love, maybe I could get her to marry me.
In that regard, I believed I was leaving a very important weapon in this battle on the shelf.
“I think we need to be having sex,” I said.
That stopped her in her tracks. She had a toothbrush in her mouth, her hair was up in one of those messy buns. She wore her traditional leggings and tank top, but now I could see the outline of my child against her stomach. Small, but noticeable.
“What was that?”
“Sex. I want to have sex with you. I know you took it off the table, but I think we should put it back on it. Because, if I’m ever going to be healed, really healed, I think sex has to be a part of that.”
“Wait here,” she mumbled around her toothbrush and went back into her bathroom, probably to rinse her mouth. A moment later she came back with fresh breath and a suspicious attitude.
“Are you telling me you want me to heal you with sex?”
“I’m told men can be healed with the power of a good blow job.”
“E.G.,” she growled.
“I think it would help, is all I’m saying. Sex is a very intimate activity, obviously. It allows us to be closer and connected in ways that just living together can’t accomplish.”
“Why do we have to accomplish anything? I agreed to stay here until the baby is born. We can work out whatever co-parenting deal your lawyers come up with. Why even bother trying to heal?”
Excellent point. I didn’t really need or want Flowers. Not if she was going to allow me to be a father to the baby.
I’d had Allison. I’d loved Allison. I’d lost Allison. I’d committed myself to dedicating the rest of my life to her because she deserved nothing less.
But the reality was, Flowers had come along and now she was pregnant with my child.
And I did like her.
“I’m traditional in that regard, I guess. You were with my parents these last few days. You see what they want and expect. A child raised by both parents in the same household would be better for the child.”
“And you think we can get there with sex?”
“Lots and lots of sex,” I clarified. “Like all the sex we can possibly have while you’re still comfortable. But yes, I do.”
Her lips twisted in a way that told me her brain was working double time.
“And this is an example of you wooing me? Just showing up at my bedroom door and asking me for a blow job.”
“The wooing comes after,” I explained. “I wouldn’t want to make any overtures if you were dead set against it. But if you agreed with the plan, then I could set about seducing you.”
That made her eyebrows practically lift off her head.
“Seduce me? I wouldn’t call either time a seduction. The first time I basically had to ask you and the second time we just crashed into each other.”
“No, they weren’t, were they?” I considered her words. “I haven’t exactly been very fair to you, Flowers. Hardly romantic at all.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and it drew my attention to her breasts. It wasn’t my imagination, they were larger than they had been.
I wanted my mouth on them.
“Yeah. I’ve definitely gotten the short end of the wooing stick, for sure.”
Focusing on her face again, it took me a second to process what she said.
“Well, you were working for me,” I said reasonably. “My primary objective was not romance.”
“Hmm. I don’t know,” she mused. “I want to see what kind of game you’ve got.”
“How about we start with a date, then?”
She seemed to be considering that. “Okay. Like candles and stuff?”
“You wear something nice and I’ll compliment you. Maybe even hold your hand.”
“Works for me.”
“Tomorrow?”
She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. I stretched out my hand and watched her eye it warily.
Eventually, she walked over to me and shook it. We had a deal.
I used the opportunity to pull her body into mine and then I dipped my head and kissed her on the lips. They were soft and open and she smelled like mint and Flowers. I brushed my tongue against her bottom lip, but then quickly pulled back.
Seduction was about steps and this was just the first one.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night,” I said.
“Dude, we live together. You’ll see me tomorrow at breakfast.”
“Night, Flowers. Sleep tight. Dream about what it’s going to feel like when I get my mouth between your thighs again. And should the idea occur to you, I also would like your mouth on my dick please.”
She squirmed a little bit and my satisfaction was intense.
I left her door and went back to my room. I stripped and realized I was rock hard. Taking myself in hand, I considered a hot shower and a good hard tug, but then I thought about waiting for Flowers to be there with me.
Then I began to form a mental list of dirty things I wanted to do to her body.
Shower sex not even making the top ten, but it was still up there.