20
Grace
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"I am now." I smile, flipping him onto his back. "Just watch the tattoo," I warn.
"Done." He grins, moving his hands up my thighs carefully avoiding the bandage and moving my nightshirt up higher. I remove it and see the heat in his gaze as he watches me push his shirt up, revealing his hard body.
His warm hands grasp my waist as he sits up so I'm not knocked to the floor. Christian pulls his shirt off and I take in his glorious body.
Fuck me. This man is cut and his tattoos are just as exquisite as his body. A collection of black and grey movie monsters cover his right arm and shoulder with the Bianchi crest over his heart. He removes his glasses as I start kissing up his neck.
"Grace." He moans before flipping me onto my back.
He kisses down my neck over my breasts. Taking a pierced nipple into his mouth as he rolls the other between his thick fingers.
I moan as I watch his journey down my body.
He continues down my tattooed and scarred stomach and down further.
He lays a soft kiss against my seam before kissing off down the inside of my thigh. Teasing me. God, I want him.
I let out a desperate whimper and he lazily kisses his way back to my centre. I look down to see him slide my blackpanties to the side and dive his tongue straight in.
"Fuck!" I gasp. He licks and sucks at me making me shake and arch on the bed. I come hard as he slowly slides a long finger deep inside me. He pumps into me as I come down. God damn.
I pull him up to my mouth tasting myself on his tongue making him groan still fingering me. I palm at him through his jeans somehow managing to free him for me.
He backs up to put a condom on from who knows where and then he's back on me. I lick and nip at his lips as he slowly enters me.
"So fucking perfect for me."
I let out a low moan thrusting up to meet him. He throws his head back with a deep hum that has me clenching around him. I wrap my legs around him tightly and start moving as he pushes and pulls against me. We moan and gasp as we move to our rhythm, losing ourselves to each other.
"Grace." He groans, wrapping me in his arms and lifting me off the bed so I'm riding his lap. God, he's so deep.
"Oh fuck." I gasp.
"Ride me, Perfect Girl," he commands gripping my waist and pulling me slowly down his length then back up just as agonizingly. Just as I start to adjust, he goes faster, harder until I'm pushed over the edge, falling into my climax again as he pumps into me through his.
We stay connected for a bit to catch our breath before he slides out of me with a kiss and leads me to the shower.
He sets me on top of the countertop and I peel the bandage off my tattoo.
It's so pretty but the man in front of me has my whole attention again as I watch him bend over to turn on the shower.
Good lord, this man is fine. I admire the lines and planes of his body as he moves. I want him again already.
I hop down off the counter and pin him to the wall kissing down his chest until I'm on my knees before him. I look up at him and see the heat in his eyes as I bring him into my mouth.
A hushed moan makes its way from his lips as I lick down his shaft and back off. The taste of the lube from the condom still present. He's still a bit soft but I'm a hard worker. I lick and suck and swirl my tongue until he's hard again and clutching the hair at the back of my head.
"Grace, I need you again." He groans. I pop off him and smile.
"Then take me." And he does. Lifting me into his arms and pressing my back against the cool wallpaper. He drives into me hard over and over until I can't think straight. I bounce up and down on him while he grips my ass thrusting into me as I cry out.
"God, you're so perfect." He grinds out before gripping me harder.
I feel my legs start to shake as I grip his back.
He crashes his lips to mine catching my scream as I come again.
Fuck, yes! He stiffens and growls into my mouth as he finishes the warmth of his spend filling me up.
His kisses turn soft and reverent and I am putty in his hands.
He doesn't set me down or even pull out as he walks us into the shower.
He pushes me up against the cold tiles kissing down my neck as he finally pulls out and his spend slips out of me too.
"Oh shit. I came in you. I didn't have a condom on that time. I'm so sorry." He says looking down at me in panic.
"It's okay. I'm on birth control and I just got a clean bill of health last week." I smile as he relaxes. "However, we may want to disinfect the scratches on your back after we get clean." I wince.
"I'm not too worried. It means I did a good job." He smirks placing me under the hot spray of water. I wet my hair as he washes my body. I am now the proud owner of some very clean tits.
We trade spots and I clean him paying more attention to some areas than others myself. I can't help it, he has some gorgeous moans.
"I love that you always smell like apples and cinnamon." He smiles as we head to bed.
"Well, now you smell delicious too." I chuckle cuddling into his arms. He wraps me up protectively in his warmth.
"I'm putting your knife on the bedside table, babe." Making my heart melt.
"Thank you," I say softly drifting off to sleep as he lays a soft kiss against my hair.
***
I wake up to an empty bed. Then it hits me. I'm in a bed! I slept in a bed! I didn't have any nightmares either. Witchcraft. I find a watermelon sticky note on my knife on the bedside table.
Good morning, Perfect Girl.
I figured it was best if no one found me beside you naked.
Text me when you wake up.
Xoxo.
Awe, what a sap! I smile as I hurry to grab my phone and send him a text like a lovesick schoolgirl. Maybe I'm a sap too.
Me: good morning.
Christian: morning beautiful. How was sleeping in a bed?
Me: 10/10 would recommend.
Christian: lol good. I got a strange call this morning from Andras.
Me: Did he hear us?
Christian: God, I hope not. No, I was told it's your birthday.
Me: oh, that.
Christian: yes, that. Happy birthday. Expect messages from the others .
Me: thank you.
Christian: see you after lunch.
Now that my insides are all warm and fuzzy I head to my dresser. Climbing into my thigh-rig and a pretty black eyelet dress. I put on my tattoo lotion and my boots and make my way down to the kitchen trying not to focus on that pleasant soreness between my legs.
I find Ruby, Richard, and Andras all in the kitchen. They turn to me and grin.
"Happy birthday!" They all shout making me laugh.
I've never been a big fan of birthdays. They weren't exactly celebrated when I was growing up.
I think I snuck out to one of my friends birthdays when I was younger and the difference between her life and mine was so stark it hurt.
Her mom and dad had thrown her a unicorn themed party with a cake, balloons, streamers and presents.
The whole thing, where as, I was lucky if I wasn't bleeding.
I don't think I made it to the end of that party. I sure as hell didn’t go to another one.
Now here I am, trying not to cry as I have people who actually seem to care about me celebrating another year of survival. Life sure is crazy.
Ruby runs forward curly hair bouncing around her as she brings me into a tight hug.
"Happy birthday, my sweet girl." She says before whispering. "I saw Christian this morning. I covered for you. Good work, I like him. I'm glad you figured it out."
"Thanks," I mutter trying to fight the blush creeping up my face. I think Richard is in on it too because he's looking a bit pink.
"Alright! Let's go! Your grandparents are meeting us at the restaurant!" Andras cries pulling me away from Ruby and out the door. "Pick a car." He smiles. Oh Jesus! Did I actually die last night? Hot sex and a wicked car? Sounds like heaven to me!
"Stingray, please." I beam heading to the passenger side, but he stops me and hands me the keys.
Yep, I died. I am positive I am in heaven. I don't know who is in charge of the paperwork up here, but I'm glad they are shit at their job. God knows I should not be going to heaven. So I will be enjoying it while I can.
I let out an excited squeal as I get into the car. I feel like Ray will get a kick out of this so I snap a selfie and send it to him with a "dude's insane" caption. I decide to send it to the guys too at the last moment before putting it in my jacket pocket.
Andras is chuckling at my excitement as we pull through the gates and onto the road. He directs me down to a pancake house. Oooh, baby. I love pancakes! This is the best birthday ever. Like, by a landslide.
We see Grandma and Grandpa sitting at a table and head towards them. They stand up when they see us and I'm immediately brought into a group hug.
"Happy birthday, sweetie! We were at your fight last night! You were amazing!" Grandma gushes.
"Thank you. Those girls were good." I smile.
"They were." Grandpa grins looking at the light bruising on my face. "But you still won." He beams as we sit down.
"So how did your tattoo go?" Grandma asks. I pull out my phone to show her a picture so I don't flash the restaurant but my phone has been flooded with happy birthdays from the guys.
"Oh, I know that look. You have a sweetie?" Grandma says with knowing eyes. I'm not sure how to bring up my fournew sweeties so I just shut up and blush as I bring up the picture of my new tattoo. I show her and she looks pleasantly surprised but there are shadows behind her eyes.
"That's beautiful, Grace." She whispers.
"What are those scars from?" Grandpa demands. Oops .
"Not here, Dad." Andras scolds. I give him a thankful smile as the waitress takes our order.
"So what are you up to for your birthday?" Grandpa grouses still on the scars.
"A few friends are coming over to go swimming before we hit up a party." I smile at his effort.
"That sounds like fun." Grandma smiles.
"It should be." I smile.
"Is that Christian boy coming over?" She asks and I don't know how I should handle this.
"Yeah, he is," Andras says not looking up from his coffee. Oh boy. He totally knows! "Calm down, Grace. I already discussed it with him. I was rooting for him." Well, that's news. I wonder how he will react to the others.
"Uh... okay," I say awkwardly as our breakfasts arrive. Yum, pancakes!
We chat pleasantly for the rest of the morning and I learn about what mom was like before the drugs.
Turns out she and Andras were always a bit wild, not unlike myself but where Andras and I take out our feelings with action mom internalized it and when it all became too much she tried to drown it with a high.
I wish I knew her back then. I know it's a useless wish but I can't help it.
Other people got parents that loved them.
I got parents who only thought of me as a paycheck or something to be used to trade for drugs.
When I wasn't just a nuisance anyway. Nothing kills a buzz like a kid who's crying because she's hungry.
Luckily, the conversation outside of my mind is cheerful and nostalgic. It's nice to hear that she wasn't always like how I knew her.
"Is there a funeral?" I ask suddenly.
"Um... yes, it's tomorrow," Andras says. "There is no pressure to go or not to." He adds.
"Thank you. I'll think about it." I admit. They all nod and there's a moment of silence before we get up to leave.