8. Grace
If you told me a month ago I’d be lying in bed on the verge of getting myself off while Matt stands beside me, stroking himself, I would have laughed you all the way into the new year, but here I am. This gorgeous specimen of a man and that cock are perfect for me. Yet he’s made it clear that I can only have it once I tell him what I feel for him. Because he knows it’s not just a one-sided attraction. And with how wet I am right now, I know it’s not.
“Fuck me, Matt. Make me come so hard that I’ll walk differently tomorrow,” I say, staring at his cock as another moan comes from me. The vibrator’s getting me so close to my release that I pull away, not wanting this connection to be over just yet.
He inches closer to me, his cock lining up with my mouth as I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. He strokes himself a few more times, then just as I think he might do as I ask, he stops, drops his hand from that beautiful cock, and reaches down for his pants.
Sitting up abruptly on the bed, I glare at him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, biting back at him.
“I told you, Red, I’m not fucking you until you admit you want this as badly as I do. And that includes your amazing lips wrapped around me,” he says just as he turns and walks from my room, closing the door behind him.
Watching him close the door, I am left beyond unsatisfied. I know my vibrator isn’t going to do it tonight. Damn this man and his fucking body. Why the hell did it have to be him that I was stupid enough to play house with? The one man my heart and head have been at war with for the last week. Granted, if I’m honest with myself, who I’ve wanted since our time in his hauler all those months ago.
I lie there for a few more minutes, letting the day run rampant in my head. Coming home from a long day at work to find this beautiful Adonis of a man cooking supper for us, to having easy conversation, then seeing him stroke himself in front of me. Ugh, this day. Maybe if I soak in the tub for a little bit, I’ll be able to calm down and reach the release I so desperately need.
As the water turns cold, I pull myself out of the tub and dry off. I’m still on edge when I slather my lavender lotion on. I will not give Matt the satisfaction of knowing that the only way I’m getting off is with him either in my head or in my body for that matter. With a huff, I snuggle under my comforter to try to sleep, but it’s going to be a long freaking night of tossing and turning.
I wake up in a shitty mood, which was not how I expected my morning to go when I had that Greek god of a man standing in front of me last night. Getting dressed a little too aggressively this morning, my new bottle of perfume goes flying from my hand and onto the floor, breaking as it hits the tiles. I can’t fucking concentrate on anything besides images of Matt’s dick in front of my face last night. Grabbing towels to try to get the mess cleaned up, I’m on my hands and knees when my phone buzzes. Looking up, I see that I have a text from Tinley.
Tinley:
Hi, lady. How was your dinner last night?
I finish cleaning up the perfume bottle before I reach for my phone to reply to the message.
Me:
The food was great; the afters could have been better.
Tinley:
What did he do?
Me:
It’s what he didn’t do.
Tinley:
Wow, I didn”t see that coming.
Me:
Well, I didn’t get to come at all. Now I’m pissed off and have just dropped my bottle of perfume all over the bathroom floor.
Tinley:
Did he do anything?
Me:
Oh yes, he did just enough to edge me, then backed up and left me wanting him. Freaking asshole.
Tinley:
Ha ha, sorry, girl, but that sounds like a you move. You may have met your match.
Me:
You aren’t helping, Tin.
Tinley:
Sorry. So what’s your next move?
Me:
I’ve got some ideas, but I may just save them for the track this weekend. (Winking emoji)
Tinley:
I can’t wait to see what you come up with.
Putting my phone on the bed, I finish getting ready. I only have one more workday before we head to the racetrack for our first official event as a couple.
Boarding the Mac Motorsports plane the following morning is tense, at least for me it is. I avoided Matt most of yesterday, but I know that’s going to be a lost cause now that we’re meant to be playing the part of a loving couple. Only our close friends and management know the truth, so the next three days in Miami are going to be interesting.
“Grace!” I hear Tinley shout as I make my way to her.
“Hey, Tin. Hey, Ryan. Fancy seeing you here,” I say, trying to make light of this entire situation.
“Hey, Grace, how are you?” Ryan asks.
“I’m fine, thank you for asking.”
“Hello, wife,” Matt says with that slow Southern drawl, pinning my back to his front as he slowly moves his hands down my waist, directing me to our seats across the aisle from Tinley and Ryan.
Turning to face Matt, I see the slight smirk on his face. He knows that I’ve been avoiding him, and this weekend is going to be a game of cat and mouse.
Slowly, I look up at him, running my hand up his hard planes and around his neck. I pull him close so that only he can hear. To anyone looking on, you’d think we’re getting ready to kiss, but what I want to do is chop his beautiful dick right off for what he did to me the other night.
“Hello, dear husband. Is that right hand sore today? Do you need more Vaseline? Because from the way you left me the other night, you’ll be needing lots of it for a while. I hope you have a great memory,” I say before kissing him so hard that a moan comes from his mouth, and he’s hard within an instant. I pull away and make sure to wipe the red lipstick off his beautiful lips and then sit down in my seat for the flight to Miami.