Chapter Five
Grace
The house is quiet, and I’ve been in bed for over an hour, but sleep is a million miles away. I just keep tossing and turning, replaying every single moment of the day over and over in my mind.
After that tense introduction, the day with Brennan and my dad had.
.. gone well. Surprisingly well, actually.
My dad had been quiet and reserved at lunch, but Brennan, with his calm and steady presence, had slowly won him over.
He’d talked about his life, about the Marines, about being a truck driver.
He’d been respectful, and he’d answered all of my dad’s questions with a kind of honesty that seemed to earn him a grudging sort of approval.
Then Brennan had stayed. He’d spent the entire afternoon with us, just sitting in the living room and talking. And when the evening came, he’d eaten the dinner I’d cooked for them both. He’d looked so big sitting at our small kitchen table, but he’d also looked... right. Like he belonged there.
The house has no spare rooms. So Brennan is sleeping in his truck.
He’s parked right outside, just a few feet from my window.
He’s so close, and yet it feels like he’s a world away.
The thought that he’s going to have to get back on the road tomorrow makes a lump form in my throat, even though he promised to call me every day and to come back to me as soon as he could.
But I might not see him for days. Maybe weeks.
My body aches for him. My skin tingles with the memory of his hands on me, and my breasts feel heavy again.
I couldn’t bring myself to use the pump this evening.
Not after finding out how much better it feels when Brennan relieves the pressure with his mouth.
The thought alone sends a tingling warmth straight down to my core, creating a needy ache between my thighs.
I want him. I want his hands on my body, I want his mouth on my breasts, and I want to be close to him.
I want to make the most of this one night that we have before he has to go back on the road, because then maybe it won’t feel so hard to be separated from him for a while.
I throw back the covers and slip out of bed, the floorboards creaking slightly beneath my bare feet.
I wince at the sound, but the house remains silent and still.
I’m only wearing a satin nightdress and a pair of cotton panties, and the cool night air raises goosebumps on my skin as I tiptoe out of my room and down the hall.
I’m so nervous that my heart is pounding against my ribs.
I don’t know what he’ll think about me showing up at his truck in the middle of the night.
What if he’s asleep? What if he thinks I’m being too forward?
What if... what if he doesn’t want me to come to him?
But I push those thoughts aside and quietly let myself out the back door, the soft click of the latch echoing in the quiet night.
The moon is full and bright, casting a silvery glow over everything.
The grass is cool and damp beneath my feet as I creep across the lawn towards the big truck.
As I get closer, I can see the dim glow of a small light on in the sleeper cab. He’s awake.
My heart skips a beat. I tap lightly on the passenger door, the sound barely audible.
A moment later, the door clicks open, and Brennan is looking down at me, his dark eyes full of surprise, then a smile spreads across his face. “Grace,” he says, his voice so deep and gruff that it sends a shiver of desire through me. “What are you doing out here, babygirl?”
“I... I couldn’t sleep,” I whisper, my cheeks flushing. “I was thinking about you.”
His smile widens, and he reaches out and helps me into the truck, his hands warm and strong on my waist. “I was thinking about you too,” he admits. “Couldn’t sleep either. Just lying here missing you.”
He guides me straight to the back, into the sleeper cab, and the small space feels so much warmer and cozier than my big, empty bed. He pulls me into his arms, and the second I’m pressed against his chest, I feel a sense of rightness, of coming home.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he growls, and then his lips are on mine, kissing me like a starving man who has finally found a feast. His tongue pushes past my lips, claiming my mouth, and I moan, my fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
He tastes so good, so masculine, and I can’t get enough of him.
His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves of my hips, my waist, and then he’s cupping my breasts through the thin satin of my nightdress. I can feel the fabric growing damp as my milk lets down in response to his touch. He groans deep in his throat, and it’s a sound of pure need.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs against my lips, his thumbs brushing over my aching nipples. “Thinking about how much I missed the taste of you.”
He pulls the nightdress over my head in one smooth motion, leaving me in just my panties. The cool air makes my pebbled nipples tighten even more, and I watch as his dark eyes fill with a fierce hunger. He lowers his head, and I gasp as his hot, wet mouth closes over one of my breasts.
He doesn’t waste any time, latching on and sucking hard. A stream of warm milk flows into his mouth, and the relief is so intense that my head falls back. A soft, breathy moan escapes my lips as he swallows, and the tingling sensation between my legs becomes an urgent, throbbing need.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he murmurs, switching to my other breast and giving it the same attention. “Let me take care of you. Give me everything.”
I love the feeling of him drinking from me, the gentle pull of his mouth, the way he groans as he tastes me.
My body comes alive under his touch, and I’m arching against him, silently begging for more.
When he’s had his fill, he lays me down on the small bed in the sleeper cab, and I watch as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs.
I’m completely naked now, completely exposed to him, but I don’t feel shy or embarrassed. I feel cherished. Wanted.
He spreads my legs and settles between them, his hot breath ghosting over my most sensitive place. “I’ve been thinking about this too,” he growls, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue stroking over my slick folds. I cry out, my hands tangling in his hair while I buck my hips against his face.
“Fuck, your pretty little pussy tastes just as good as your milk,” he groans against my skin, and the dirty words send a thrill through me.
He licks and sucks, his tongue delving inside me, tasting every inch of me.
I’m so wet, so turned on, and when he closes his lips around my clit and sucks hard, I cry out, surprised by the intensity of it all.
While his mouth works its magic, he slides a finger inside me, then another, stretching me, preparing me.
I’m so close, my body trembling with anticipation.
He can feel it too, and he lifts his head to look at me.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he growls. “Come for me. I want you to make a mess all over my face.”
The last thing I see is the fire in his dark eyes before he buries his face between my legs again, and this time, he doesn’t hold back. He sucks voraciously at my clit while he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
My orgasm crashes through me, a blinding, intense wave of pleasure that leaves me gasping for breath.
My entire body convulses, my inner walls clenching around his fingers as a gush of my arousal coats his face.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed, and he doesn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working me through every last pulse of my release.
He laps up my juices like a man dying of thirst, and when I’m finally spent, he crawls up my body and kisses me, letting me taste my milk and my own arousal on his lips.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “I want to please you too,” I whisper against his lips.
He pulls back, his brow furrowed with concern. “You don’t have to, babygirl,” he says, his voice soft. “I’m more than happy to take care of you until you’re ready.”
“I am ready,” I insist, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and desire. “I want to give my virginity to you, Brennan. Please.”
A groan rips from somewhere deep in his chest. “Grace...” he breathes, and then he’s kissing me again, a wild, desperate kiss that steals my breath and makes my head spin.
He stands up quickly, and I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as he peels off his clothes.
His shirt goes first, revealing a broad, muscular chest covered in dark tattoos.
I can’t help but stare at the raw power in his body.
He’s so big, so strong, and the sight of him without his shirt on makes my mouth water.
Then he kicks off his boots and shucks his jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion.
And my eyes go wide. He’s... huge. Thick and long and already hard, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair.
I’ve never seen a naked man before, and the sight of him, so powerful and masculine, makes my pussy pulse with a desperate, hungry need.
I can feel myself getting wetter, my body preparing itself for him.
He kneels on the bed, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that makes my skin feel tight and hot. “Grace,” he says, his voice a low, rough growl. “I don’t have any protection. If we do this... if I take you... you might end up pregnant. I need you to understand that.”