Chapter 27
twenty-seven
. . .
Sophia
I'm not sure what is happening, but I am here for it.
His eyes are dark with promise, burning into me with an intensity that steals my breath.
He's gripping the door handle like it's the only thing keeping him anchored to reality, and his knuckles are white with restraint.
His chest rises and falls with deep, controlled breaths that tell me just how close he is to losing that iron control he's famous for.
When his eyes rake over me, there's something primal there, something that makes my heart race and my skin tingle with anticipation.
He's going to devour me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
His command to strip comes out as a growl, rough and unhinged, so different from his usual measured tones.
It bypasses all thought, shooting straight to my core, and suddenly, I'm putty in his hands, my body lighting up from the inside with need.
Every cell in me yearns to obey, to please him.
I can't strip fast enough, and my fingers tremble with urgency.
I pull my shorts and panties off, and as I'm reaching for my tank top, he's there, grabbing my legs and pulling me to the edge of the bed with a possessiveness that makes me dizzy with want.
When he lifts my foot in his hand, the tender press of his lips against my ankle is an exquisite contrast to his earlier intensity.
Each kiss as he moves up to my calf, then knee, then thigh, sends waves of sensation through me.
My skin erupts in goosebumps; each touch is both soothing and electric, making me arch toward him, seeking more.
"I should've asked if you were ok with this—"
"Yes. More than ok. Keep going. Enthusiastic consent all the way." I cut him off before he can change his mind or question what he's doing to me. I need to see where this is going. I like demanding Grant.
His hand traces the curve of my hip, and when he speaks, his voice fills the quiet pool house, low and intense.
"Turn over," he commands, each word deliberate and weighted with promise.
"Get on your hands and knees." The authority in his tone makes my breath catch, and heat floods my cheeks.
His fingers trail along my skin, raising goosebumps in their wake, before delivering a gentle pat that makes my pulse jump.
I flip over for him, suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed I am in this position.
It's both thrilling and vulnerable. I've never felt more awkward yet more desperately wanted.
The silence in the pool house makes everything feel amplified—my rapid breathing, the rustle of sheets, his appreciative hum.
The cool air against my skin reminds me just how bare I am to his gaze, but the way his breath catches tells me he likes what he sees.
Before I can have another thought, I feel his tongue swipe through my heat, and it takes my breath away.
"You taste so fucking delicious, Sophia. I've thought about this sweet cunt all day long."
His mouth is so dirty—and I like it. He feels so good. He's got the tongue of a superhero.
He pulls back, slides his hand through my wetness, finds that magic button, and rubs against it, making my head drop, and a moan escapes from me.
"You like that, Sophia?"
"I do. I like it a lot."
He slides his fingers down my center and inserts one inside me. I groan again and lean back into it.
"Look at you grinding against my fingers. You want more?"
"Yes, give me more." I'm already close. He makes me feel like he's got the map of my body. I've had sex before, but not like this. This feels incredible, and I don't want him to stop; I want more.
He inserts another finger and slides his hand from my hip across my bottom, squeezing and rubbing it like it will bring him good luck.
"This ass almost killed me tonight. When I saw you in that bikini, I wanted to spank you for torturing me like that."
Oh. That just caused a little rush of hot liquid through me. I wonder if he could tell.
"You're clenching around me. You like the idea of being spanked?"
"Maybe."
"Ok, Sophia. But first, I want you to come for me."
His lips replace his hands on my ass, and they take a slow trail up my spine.
He's gently kissing over my body as he's curling his fingers inside of me, and I feel a build-up I've never felt before.
His hand glides up my side, and he places his warm palm over my chest, rubs my breasts, and pinches my nipples.
It sets off a trail of sparks that erupt down my spine and into my belly, twisting the grip I have on his fingers until I'm clenching so hard I'm afraid I'm going to break them.
"Oh, Grant, don't stop. I'm going to come. Please keep touching me. Keep fucking me with your fingers. Don't. Stop." And that does it. The minute the expletive comes out of my mouth, so do I.
I rarely cuss, but I've never had an orgasm like that, either.
Before I have time to recover, I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, and I'm flat on my back.
He sits up on his knees and pulls me up so I'm balanced over him, almost like I'm sitting in his lap.
His hands slide under my bottom as he braces and balances me, but it's also his leverage as he slams up into me.
I look down between us, and his cock looks incredible sliding in and out of me.
I have to look up, or I'm going to come again right this second, and I don't want this to end.
"Look at me, Sophia."
I look at Grant, and his lips crash against mine as one of his hands moves to hold and guide my head so he can kiss me within an inch of my life while the other holds on to my hip so he can fuck me within an inch of my life.
I've never had lips that were so talented pressed against mine.
His tongue licks inside my mouth like he's painting a masterpiece.
I smile against his lips, and he pulls back for the briefest moment and gives me a smile I've never seen from him—his real smile.
He's happy in this moment. Really happy.
He lays me back down on the bed and lifts my knee so it's resting on his hip, giving him a better angle, and he uses his other hand to play with my clit. I bat it away because I'm already close and it will be too intense with the extra help.
"Come for me, Sophia. I want to feel you come all over my cock."
And that's all it takes.
I'm releasing sounds I've never heard come from my mouth, and he's grunting profanities, and it's pure bliss.
He stills after we've both finished and looks down at me as I catch my breath and stare back at him.
It's just for a moment, but it's full of meaning and understanding.
It's not like this with other people. He knows it, and I know it.
Now I just have no idea what we're going to do about it.
He pulls out of me and heads to the bathroom—I assume to take care of the condom and get sorted—and I sit up in bed, looking around in shock but unable to get this goofy grin off my face.
"Holy shit," I whisper to myself.
Grant walks back out with a washcloth in his hand and offers it to me. I grab it but run into the bathroom to clean up in a less-public space. Besides, I need to pee.
I splash cool water on my face and can't help but grin at my reflection.
My hair is a disaster, my lips are swollen, and marks are blooming along my collarbone that will require strategic wardrobe choices tomorrow.
But my eyes are bright and alive with satisfaction and lingering pleasure.
My muscles have that delicious ache that only comes from really good sex.
Grant in bed is exactly what I'd imagined—commanding, intense, thorough.
And while part of me wants to bask in the afterglow and imagine what this could mean, I know better.
It's fine. I won't mistake great sex for something more, no matter how electric it felt when he touched me and no matter how my body lit up every time he growled my name.
Grant's made it crystal clear he doesn't do relationships.
He's all about his daughter and work. I respect that kind of honesty.
I run my fingers through my tangled hair, making it somewhat presentable, and reach for my robe. When I open the bathroom door, I'm already rehearsing casual ways to say goodnight, assuming he's dressed and halfway out the door.
But he's still here, sprawled across my bed like he owns it, with the sheet draped low across his hips, scrolling through his phone. The sight stops me in my tracks. Now this…this, I wasn't expecting.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I know you have to get back to Hazel."
"I do. She's a heavy sleeper, but I don't like to leave her alone." He pats the bed beside him. "Come here."
I crawl onto the bed, and he groans and leans his head back against the headboard.
"Jesus, Sophia, you're killing me."
I look down at his lap and see what he's talking about.
He's already growing again. I'm stunned and thrilled when he turns to kiss me.
This is way more than I bargained for. He's being sweet and attentive after all that action.
I know I shouldn't be surprised, but I admit that it's more than I expected.
"I didn't plan to come over here tonight and fuck your brains out, but here we are."
"Here we are." I nod and smile back at him.
"We should talk."
His smile drops, and his expression becomes serious. He brushes my hair back from my forehead, and he places a gentle kiss on my forehead. It's sweet. I think that's what drives me to say what I say next. Nothing to lose.
"I like what we just did, Grant, and I know you don't do relationships. I'm not ready for one right now, either, but I think it's obvious there's an attraction here."
He's quiet. His eyes are shifting back and forth between mine, waiting for me to continue.
"My house should be ready in a few more weeks. About the same amount of time we have left to shoot Survivor. While I'm here, we do whatever this was. No expectations."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. I just have one rule. While we're doing whatever this is, we don't sleep with other people."
"Of course," Grant says. "I may not date, but if I'm sleeping with someone, it's only them."
"We should keep this between us."
"And no sleepovers. I don't want Hazel to get confused or too attached."
"I agree."
He pulls me on top of him, with my legs straddling his hips, and then he reaches over to the nightstand, pulls out another condom, and slides it on, already hard and ready to go again.
He guides my hips so I'm lifted over him, and when I slide down, I feel the buzz of exhilaration spiral up my spine, down my legs, and through my arms as I wrap them around his neck.
"You're mine for the next month, Sophia."
"You're mine for the next month, Grant."
Then he drives into me until we're both gasping, twisting, and moaning with pure joy.
Afterward, he heads back to his house, leaving me to pass out with a smile pasted across my lips for the rest of the night.