Chapter 43 Grace
Grace
June
“This is Dr. Sinclair.”
“Well, hi, Dr. Sinclair. This is DT, Mustangs Wide Receiver.”
I beam at my empty office, wondering if he can feel my smile. It’s been one month since Danny moved to Ohio for the offseason, and we’ve spent almost all of our free time together. But I never tire of hearing his voice.
“Well, hello, DT. What a pleasant surprise! Do you have a pet that needs an appointment?”
“I didn’t tell you about the turtle I bought?” he jokes. “Nah, I knew you had a full day today and wouldn’t be on your cell.”
“Yeah, it’s been a doozy. Thank God it’s over now.”
“I figured. So, I know we usually hang out at your place, but I was wondering if you wanted to come by the ol’ neighborhood today. Mom is on location this week for a shoot, so we’d have the whole place to ourselves.”
I spin back and forth in my desk chair, swinging my legs a little with each movement. “I, uh, haven’t been back since Mae moved to the care facility.”
“Really, it’s been that long?”
I stop spinning and pause to think about it. “Yeah, it has. I guess I never had a reason to go back.”
“If you feel like it would be uncomfortable, I’ll come straight to you once you’re done for the day.”
“No, no. I just haven’t really considered it before. It’s not like I’m walking into my old house. Your place was a safe haven for me.”
Danny hums softly, but doesn’t push.
I make up my mind. “Let’s do it. I’d love to see your house again. Is your walkie-talkie still in your room?”
He laughs. “I don’t see why it wouldn’t be. Mom left that space exactly as it was when I left. It’s basically a museum at this point.”
“So many memories, I bet,” I muse, thinking back on a few of my favorites. Tessa’s drawings of us, the football lamp on his bedside table…the hopes and dreams we shared under his covers.
“Yeah…and I was thinking maybe we could make new memories, too.”
My ears perk up. “New memories?”
“Mhm, new memories on my couch, new memories on the floor, new memories on my bed…”
My body lights up with his words. Finally. We’ve been taking things slowly, not wanting to rush sex, but enough is enough.
I glare into the phone like he can see me. “Are you being serious? You better not be joking.”
“Oh, I’m being extremely serious.” His voice comes out low and gruff.
I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling his words in every fiber of my being. “Thank God. Don’t move. I’m leaving right now.”
His laugh booms so loudly over the line that I have to pull the phone away from my ear.
“Be mindful of traffic laws, please,” he warns through shallow breaths.
“I could literally break every single traffic law and still be a better driver than you.”
“Hey,” Danny pouts. “That’s not nice.”
“Then let’s just say that one of us passed our driver’s test the first time, and the other one of us took a quartet of tries.”
I hear Danny wheezing over the phone as I hang up and hustle to change into anything clean that I have on hand. I throw on a white, ribbed cotton top with bell sleeves and decide to forgo underwear—what’s the point—before pulling up my fitted gray jeans and booking it to his house.
As soon as he opens the door, I jump on him. He chuckles and catches me with an “oof!”
Leaning back, I rake my gaze over the Mustangs baseball cap, gray henley, and worn, faded light wash jeans he’s wearing. I’m still amazed at how much he’s grown from the last time we had sex. His eyes gleam with amusement at my obvious appraisal of his body.
The pull of longing for Danny, of longing for this moment, tugs at my chest. I’m past the point of holding back. “Take my clothes off, please. Right now.”
He dips his head to my neck and laughs into my skin. “Slow down, Gracie girl. We have time.”
“There’s been lots of ‘time’ over the last several weeks. Enough with all the time. Any longer and we’ll be in the year 3000. Take your pants off.”
Snickering, he mutters, “You’re something else.”
I squirm, antsy to be with him. But he pauses, bringing his eyes to mine. His gaze lingers for a moment on my right eye, and every edge of his face seems to soften.
“Fuck, Gracie,” he murmurs quietly. “The way I’ve wanted this so badly. The way I’ve wanted you for years…” He trails off, shaking his head. “I planned something special for our second ‘first time.’ Will you follow me somewhere?”
I nod and echo my youngest self. “I’d follow you anywhere, Danny.”
And just like when we were kids, I do. The sunset casts a burnt orange glow over us as he leads me into the woods behind his house.
When we arrive at our special spot, there’s a thick blanket covering the middle of our log and a red tent set up next to it.
Twinkle lights decorate the inside of the tent, which has a mattress and pillows inside.
The scene presses against my ribs, the rush of nostalgia so strong it nearly hurts. My heart stutters as tears prick my eyes. First love, last love. “You set this all up for me?”
“I’d do anything for you, Gracie.” Danny presses a soft kiss to my cheek. “But don’t think for one second it’s not for me, too. Fucking you in our secret spot is maybe my longest-running fantasy.”
My jaw drops slightly, his words knocking the air right out of me. When I look up at him, his lips are curved in a boyish smirk. He knows just how to unravel me. Our surroundings melt away as he strips my top and bra off.
“First, I want to eat you out while you lay back on our log. Then I’m going to bring you in there,” he points to the tent, “and love on you the way I’ve wanted to for the past ten years.”
With that promise, I hastily peel off my jeans, and he groans at the missing underwear.
Danny nods toward the covered log. “Go ahead, Gracie.”
He trails me as I walk over to our log completely naked. The padded blanket is soft beneath me when I sit down. Danny strips off his shirt, leaving him in only his jeans.
He swallows. “Lean back a little so I can see your tits better.”
My breathing picks up as I plant my hands behind me.
“There you go, just like that. You’re making such good choices today, Gracie. You deserve a reward.” He kneels down, eye level with my center. “Soaking wet for me, dripping all over our log. Want some attention, hm?”
I nod eagerly. “Yes. I need it.”
Danny grins. “So sweet to let me lick your pussy again, when I just ate you out yesterday.”
His words drive me absolutely crazy as I wait for him to devour me. I was already hot from the sun, but now I feel a bead of sweat dripping down my brow.
After a few moments, my impatience gets the better of me. “Do you want me to beg?”
The corners of his mouth tick up as a glimmer of mischief flickers in his eyes. “Great idea. Beg.”
As freeing as it is for me to give him control during sex, it’s his playfulness that I love most.
“I’ll do anything,” I plead.
“You’ll do anything for what, Gracie?” His eyes flicker to my breasts before traveling back down between my legs.
“For your tongue on me.”
Danny lifts my legs over his shoulders with a wide smile. “After all these years, hearing you beg for my tongue might just be my favorite sound. Think you’ll get louder when I do this?”
He licks a long strip straight up my core.
“Yes, just like that. More,” I demand, louder now.
Danny chuckles against my center, his hot breath raising my body temperature even more. “Let me cool you down a little first.” He softly blows on me, and I shiver, already close to the edge.
He starts giving my clit small, short flicks of his tongue over and over again. I moan, grabbing his hair and pushing his face closer to me.
“Keep going, please,” I whimper.
Danny lightly rubs the wisps of reddish hair on top of my pussy that he still can’t seem to get enough of as he continues to lick me. He pulls back only for a moment. “Are you going to be good for me when we get in the tent?”
“Yes, yes. I’ll be so good for you,” I breathe.
Satisfied with my response, he fucks me with his tongue and brings up two of his fingers to massage my clit.
I can’t hold off any longer. The tingling sensation is tactile, entirely overwhelming me.
It resembles the sparks I used to feel when I was with him years ago, but it’s so much more intense now, like a wildfire.
“Danny,” I moan loudly.
“I love it when you say my name. I want more of that when I’m inside you,” he replies hoarsely, licking me through my orgasm.
Both of us breathing heavily, he carefully picks me up and brings me inside the tent. Danny gently lowers me on my back and places a pillow between my hips and the air mattress. After swiftly removing his jeans and boxers, he kneels in between my legs.
“You’re so pretty, Gracie. I have such a good view of you like this.” Danny rubs me up and down my sides, from my hips all the way to the sides of my breasts. “Perfect hips. Perfect stomach. Perfect thighs.” He continues to praise nearly every part of my body.
“Danny, I want you now. Bare."
His eyes go wide with desire, but I catch a glimmer of wonder in them. Years of longing and love have led us here. We both seem to realize it at the same time, because the urgent pace we’ve set settles for a moment.
Gratitude is too inconsequential of a word to describe the feeling of being here with him. There are so many feelings fighting for my attention right now, but most of all, I just want him to know…
“I’ve missed you, Danny.”
Even though I’m naked, his gentle stare somehow undresses me even more.
“I’ve counted every breath since you’ve been gone, Gracie. Every single one. And after ten years, I can’t wait any longer.”
Danny pins me with his gaze as he guides his cock inside me. Rolling my hips, I adjust to him for a moment. “I’m so full,” I murmur, still disbelieving that we’re finally us again. I rock my hips against him slowly, fighting the urge to let go out of fear it’ll be over too soon.
Pumping in and out now, he angles his pelvis, and the friction feels incredible. His thrusts get deeper as he loses some control.
“Can I put my hand around your throat? Light pressure?”
“Yes, please,” I moan as he gently circles my neck. I imagine how I look to him, with his hand wrapped around me like a necklace. I wish I had a mirror to watch us.
A small groan escapes him. “You look so beautiful like this. One hand around your throat while my cock stays warm inside of you. How’d I get so lucky?”
His gaze travels down my body, and I can tell from his heavy swallow exactly what he wants from me next. Danny has always loved watching me touch myself. He’d beg me to show him what felt good to me as I learned more about what I liked when we were younger.
Before he can ask, I move two fingers to my clit and start rubbing myself. Danny takes a labored breath and a pink flush blooms across his neck. A gentle moan escapes me, but I need more.
“Give it a pinch,” Danny instructs.
When I do, pleasure unfurls low in my stomach. My eyes roll back as a reflex, unable to maintain focus.
“Fuck, Grace,” he says hoarsely. “You’re doing so well.”
His praise runs over my body like a warm current, and I feel his cock twitch inside me.
“Another pinch, now. Yes, like that,” he encourages, his voice strained. “I’m so proud of you.”
Impatience sits heavy in my chest. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“I know, I know,” he soothes, pulling up on his knees. “There’s just so much I want to do with you before I leave for camp.”
“Let me have you,” I demand in between shallow breaths.
He stares at me for a moment, his gaze tracing the slope of my neck. “You do have me. You’ve always had me.”
A soft smile brushes my lips. “You’ve had me, too. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now, put your hands in your hair and keep them there while I fuck you.”
“God.” I run my hands through my curls, which are splayed out on the mattress behind me.
His eyes move over me, like he doesn’t know which part of me to appreciate first. “I love your hair, Gracie. I’ve waited forever to see you like this. This is everything to me.”
Danny reaches for my hips and starts thrusting again, maintaining a steady pace. I surrender myself to him, arching my body to meet his movements.
“There is no one.” Thrust. “Else.” Thrust. “For me.” Thrust. “But you.” He gives a final thrust and then comes deep inside me. I can’t hold off any longer either, and lose myself to the irrepressible orgasm coursing through my body.
Danny looks down and stares like he wants to commit the visual to memory. For a few moments, all we do is grin at each other, just like our first time. When he pulls back, I feel some of his release leaking out of me.
He groans. “It’s so much better than my fantasies.”
“What is?” I ask breathlessly.
“Watching my cum run down your thighs.”
Well, that’s not like our first time.
Danny starts pushing it back in with his softening cock. “Soon enough,” he mutters under his breath, and somehow that is what finally gets a blush out of me.
Collapsing next to me on the mattress, Danny catches his breath. I love that I wore him out. I turn onto my side and prop my head up with my hand. “Let’s do that again.”
He chuckles. “We need to get cleaned up. And I think I need an electrolyte drink, a shower, and maybe a nap before we go again.”
Danny gets up and pulls his boxers back on.
Then, eyeing me like I’m made of porcelain, he gently wraps me in a blanket before carrying me into the house bridal-style, where he deposits me on the bathroom countertop.
When he walks to the other side of the large bathroom and starts running a bath, I cross my fingers that he’ll get in with me.
This time, he does. Danny helps me into the water first so I don’t slip, and then lowers himself in behind me. I lean back against him. We soak in comfortable silence while he washes my hair and trails kisses down my neck.
Staring in wonder and a little disbelief as we get out of the bath, we dry off and climb into bed.
He turns toward me and strokes the crown of my head. “Hey, Gracie?”
Yawning sleepily, I roll on my side to face him. “Yeah?”
His forehead touches mine as he leans in closer. “Do you want to be my girlfriend? Like the kind where I kiss you?”
I reach up to cup his cheek with my right hand. “Are we not already together?”
“I didn’t want to assume anything,” he says solemnly.
I grin. “Yes, Danny. I want to be your girlfriend.”
“I knew it.”
He turns off the lights and grabs my hand. Danny lightly rubs my ring finger in a circular motion with his thumb. Feeling safe, warm, and happy, I blissfully fall asleep.