Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
It summed up what Pippa thought about me, that was for damn sure.
Just a piece of meat for her brother. Not important enough to even protect from him literally watching me change.
When I got back outside, the wind had picked up but the Sirens were still playing, their notes getting almost instantly swallowed up in the furious, howling wind. The waves pounded the beach with heavy, foaming spray.
“You all need to stop!” I cried out. “Just leave, because this insane family won’t ever call of the performance.”
The Hollingsworth security was starting to mutter to each other, but if it got the Sirens to leave, it was worth it. I started to stomp off back to my guesthouse, when Granger grabbed my arm.
“Come in here,” he said, gesturing across the lawn to the luxury pool house.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I hissed back. “Right in the middle of everything? And what if someone comes in and finds us?”
But Granger was already pulling me inside.
“What if—" I squealed as he gathered me into his arms, and Granger grinned at me.
With the gleeful expression on his face he looked otherworldly, fae, like a changeling from a different world.
“Good.”
“And besides, I’m soaking wet,” I protested as he bent to kiss me. “Chamberlain is going to get everyone killed if he doesn’t call off this performance. I swear the old man really thinks he can survive a hurricane.”
“Well, he’s not gonna get you killed. I don’t care who else gets killed. Now kiss me.”
I could feel his heart pounding.
Something different was in him, a wild, reckless excitement. That was Granger all over. A risky devil.
“You love me, don’t you, songbird?” he asked, his big hand resting on my belly now, cradling the tiny bean inside.
“Yes,” I said, not knowing if I hated myself for doing so. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Sosie.”
“Even though you’ve been having sex with your wife this whole time?” I asked jealously.
“Yeah, and you’re welcome, because it’s going to make it possible for us to buy the biggest houseboat you’ve ever seen.”
“Who said I want to live on a houseboat?” I gasped, as his hands, his lips, were all over me.
My wet fingers curled into the antique leather couch, heat pulsing between my thighs.
“You did. You always said it was your dream to live on the water and play music, and I’m gonna make it happen.”
“What does that mean?”
“Do you trust me?”
“No!” I cried. “Not at all. I might love you, but I sure as hell don’t trust you.”
He threw his head back then and laughed, pulling me tight and close to kiss me again.
“What if someone’s watching?” I whispered. “These windows aren’t closed.”
“Then we’ll give them a real show. Now, come on. Panties down.”
“No, way, Granger! We’re going to be spotted.”
“You think because you’re pregnant I won’t tan this ass? I assure you I will.”
“All right.”
“You know you’re the only one I love. After this—”
“After what?”
“After this, go to the guesthouse and wait for me. Your bags are already packed.”
“But—”
“No backtalk.”
My panties were on the floor now and Granger ran his hands over my ass, spreading my cheeks to bury his face between them, sucking at my asshole with an enthusiasm that had me squealing.
“What if someone sees?”
“I don’t care anymore. I’ve got it now. I just want to leave a little destruction in our wake.”
He gave my ass a smack, and then stood up, giving me no warning before notching his cock at my entrance and thrusting forward, filling my narrow channel.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“I don’t know, how many pussies are you claiming?”
He laughed, giving my ass another smack that shook my whole body.
“I love you so much.”
His hands reached forward, slipping under the soaked fabric to tweak my sensitive nipples, and I writhed under his touch.
“I can’t wait until these are full of milk. Oh, I’m going to put so many babies in you.”
I closed my eyes.
He was a devil, he was a tempter. . .
But the dirty way his cock was filling me. I looked down to see my thighs spread around his heavy bulge, the way each thrust lifted me from the ground, my cunt swollen and pink, the lips spread wide as he split me open.
There were voices outside, coming closer.
I gripped the back of the chair and prayed they weren’t coming inside.
“But who could blame me for taking my dirty little mistress whenever and wherever I wanted?”
Oh god. I had forgotten everything except the peak that Granger was dragging me toward, at exactly his own pace.
Sweat was dripping into my eyes, blurring my vision, and I didn’t care anymore. . .
Dimly, I realized that someone was calling Granger’s name, over and over, but I was too close to care.
And I came, thighs shaking as I clenched around his cock, the release reverberating through my body and soaking his length as I cried out.
And suddenly I heard the door open with a snap.
“Nooo!” Pippa shrieked, and I opened my lust-swollen eyes to see her in the entrance, face cratering in shock.
Hayden was behind her, his eyes narrowed with anger.
“What the hell are you doing?” her voice was raising in pitch to a diabolical shriek.
“It should be obvious,” Granger said, fisting his dick out of my pussy, as a stream of cum ran down the back of my thighs right under Pippa’s eyes. “Don’t you know to knock before you enter a room?”
“Is this some joke?”
“What’s a joke is you two barging in here when I’m clearly busy.”
“Did you—impregnate her?”
Granger grinned, and suddenly he looked like such a devil.
Then he slipped an arm around my waist and laid a kiss on my head.
“You got her pregnant, didn’t you? That was her pregnancy test in there, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was. I lied to you, Pippa. Sosie is the one I want.”
Her face had crumpled so fast and hard that she was almost unrecognizable, and she was beating her hands against the wall like a madwoman.
“No. No. NO! It can’t be true. It isn’t true! Hayden, you have to make hm stay!”
And Granger took off his gold wedding band and laid it down on the table next to us.
Pippa lunged at me, grabbing handfuls of my hair, but before she could tug, Granger had come between us.
His hand shot out to keep her away but Pippa was so incensed she rammed her forehead right into his palm, over and over again.
“Sosie, you fucking slut!” she screeched. “I should’ve known the first thing you’d do back in town was try to steal my husband. Some best friend you are. How could you do this to me?”
Maybe something was wrong with me, because I didn’t feel guilty anymore.
“Your husband manipulated you into hiring me and trapped me in the guesthouse so he could eat my ass out whenever he wants and you’re calling me a slut?”
“What? Granger, please—it’s not true—”
But he was laughing, his head thrown back like the psychopath he was, the long strong beautiful column of his throat and that unbearably sexy tanned skin against the white of his wet shirt.
“Sosie, you’re such a brat. Of course it’s all true. I’ve wanted her all along. And now I’m going to take her. Goodbye.”
“You’ll pay for this,” Hayden seethed as Granger took my hand.
“We were never friends,” I said. “You used me because you thought you looked good next to me. And you knew exactly how I felt about Granger the night we first met. You just thought how fun it would be to rub the fact that he married you in my face.”
Some of the guests were starting to turn around now, heads crane to see what the fuss was over.
One of the deck chairs around the pool snapped shut and skittered along the concrete.
“If you were smart, you would’ve taken Hayden,” Pippa screamed. “I am going to ruin you!”
“Sorry you weren’t able to pimp me out to your creepy brother, like you wanted.”
“How could you do this to me?” Pippa was wailing brokenly, and now people were getting up out of their chairs and the big-name journalists had begun to turn on their recorders.
Granger shrugged. “It was easy.”
“How you could get her pregnant but not me? The doctor said there was nothing wrong with me!”
“Who knows?”
But his shit-eating grin told a different story.
“You did something, didn’t you?” she raged.
“You are fucked, you absolute fucker,” Hayden said, and he took a swing at Granger.
Granger dodged the swing but he didn’t move, letting Hayden barrel him right into the wall.
Like Granger had predicted, the wall crumbled instantly, the glass panel imploding in a million different shards.
“Call the police!” Pippa said shrilly, but Chamberlain was there, his tall, upright body stiff and disapproving.
“No,” their Grandfather said, his face white with fury. “You have ten minutes to get your things and get out. Both of you. I don’t want to see your faces around here ever again.”
“All right,” Granger said cheerfully. And he was looking so filthy and disreputable that only a fool would’ve gone with him.
“And take her with you.”
“Let’s go,” Granger said, one hand on my arm, and I felt the cool slide of what he had been searching for in my palm.
I could have stopped. I could have said this was wrong. That I wasn’t going to be a party to this. An accomplice to a crime. A thief’s mistress.
But instead I slipped it between my tits.
“Wait,” Chamberlain said. “Search him.”