Chapter 25 - Grant
It wasn’t until I was drifting off to sleep with Taylor in my arms later that night that I realized we didn’t use a condom. Kids have been the furthest thing from my mind since she wasn’t in the picture anymore, and suddenly, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the possibility in the future.
All that matters is her.
I want more. I want this.
It’s all I can think as I prop my head on my forearm and watch Taylor sleep beside me. She’s been in my bed the past two nights and I’m going to miss the feel of her when I leave for New York tomorrow after Bark in the Park. I’ve put off my visit to Stella as long as I can.
It’s also my mother’s birthday this week, and though we may be estranged most of the time, I still plan to show up at her birthday dinner and play the role of dutiful son.
“Hi.” Taylor rubs her eyes.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing?”
“Watching you sleep.” I run a thumb over her cheek and lift her chin. “Good morning.” I press a quick kiss to her lips and feel her smile against mine.
“Morning.”
“What do you want to do today?”
“I need to go to the stadium and help Mary. We’re doing a final walkthrough before tomorrow.”
“What time do you need to be there?”
She looks over at the clock and my gaze follows hers, landing on the numbers telling me it’s just after eight. “A couple hours.”
“Plenty of time for me to eat my breakfast then.” Trailing my hand down her body, I reach the waistband of her sleep shorts.
“Wait.” Her hand clamps down on my forearm, and she stops me before I can reach what I’m searching for.
“What is it?” My brows furrow in confusion.
“I was hoping we could talk about something.”
“Okay.” I flatten my palm on her stomach, not wanting to lose the contact.
She traces a pattern on my arm, laser focused on the movement and says, “I heard something when I went over to Ivory’s last week and it’s been on my mind. I’ve been too afraid to ask you about it, but I think I need to.”
The meekness in her voice worries me. I prop my head on my hand to really look at her and use my other hand to bring her eyes to mine, hoping she can see the openness there. “You can ask me anything.”
“They were talking about how involved you are as a team owner and Ivory mentioned it was one of the conditions Mike had before he took the job as your manager.”
I rest my arm over her midsection and pull her closer. I knew it was only a matter of time before this conversation came back around. “Ask me again.”
“Huh?”
“You asked me before why I left New York, and I wasn’t completely honest with you. Ask me again.”
“Why did you move to Nashville?”
“You.”
I don’t just hear her sharp intake of breath, I feel it too in the way her abdomen tightens and she freezes beneath my arm.
“It was one of Mike’s conditions. He refused to coach for me if I stayed in New York. Really, he just wanted me here to fight for you. I knew it was only a matter of time before you came here with Ivory and Gabby both living here. He was the final push I needed to come after you.”
“So the only reason we’re here right now is because Mike was a meddling father figure?” She tries to wiggle away, but I clamp my hand down on her hip to keep her still while leaning over her.
“No. No, that’s not it. I was coming for you anyways.
After you called in 2020, it felt like a sign from the universe.
That you were finally coming back to me.
I started making moves then. I traded for Fields and Miller when the opportunity arose and was biding my time.
Then Mike dealt me with the hard truth—if I was going to force a reunion, I couldn’t do it from New York.
Hell, how many years have we been living there and not run into each other. ”
“I purposely stayed away from anywhere you could be,” she confesses and relaxes back onto the mattress.
“When I saw you at the wedding, I thought ‘this is finally it.’ It just took longer than I expected to get here.”
“In your bed?” she sasses me.
“In my arms.” I hover over her, and she meets me halfway, kissing me deeply.
Pushing on my shoulder, she pulls back and raises her eyebrows. “Weren’t you saying something about breakfast?”
I guess we’re done with this conversation.
“Starving.” I let her push me down her body. She spreads her legs wide to accommodate me. Lifting her shirt, I pepper kisses along her stomach and up to her boobs. “Take that off for me. Let me see you.”
Discarding her shirt, she settles back against the pillows. Her golden hair fans out across the sheets and I commit the view to memory. “Gorgeous.”
I trail my tongue from her belly button to the valley of her cleavage and relish in the way she trembles under me. She bucks her hips when I circle her nipple with my tongue and tease the other with my fingers.
“Oh,” she whimpers, tangling her fingers in my hair.
“That feel good?”
“Mmm.” She nods and drags my head to her other nipple for some of the same attention. I suck it into my mouth and grind into the bed at the incoherent murmuring coming from her pretty mouth.
Releasing her tit with a pop, I slide down between her legs and sit back on my heels. “Up. I need to see my wife’s pussy.”
“Fuck,” she pants, and lifts her hips to shimmy out of the silky shorts. Pulling them off and tossing them behind me, I settle between her toned thighs and hook a leg over my shoulder.
“No panties?” I swipe my thumbs up the outside of her pussy.
“Don’t like sleeping in them.” She bites her lip and rolls her hips, seeking my touch.
“Grab my hair, you’re going to want something to hold onto.” I part her with my fingers and dive in. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and my eyes roll back at the same time as she tugs on my hair. I moan and she shakes from the vibration.
“Oh, holy fuck, yes,” she shouts and tweaks a nipple with her free hand. Her eyes meet mine, and I suck her clit into my mouth. She pushes her pussy deeper into my face, searching for her pleasure.
Swiping a finger through her center, I taunt her. “Your greedy little pussy is drenched for me, begging for my fingers.” She opens her mouth to respond but I plunge two fingers in deep, quirking them against the spot I know will have her coming for me in no time.
Sure enough, her legs clamp around my head, holding me in place as I lap at her clit and work her over with my fingers.
“I’m so close.” Her legs start to shake and her chest heaves.
I lose myself in her. The taste of her on my tongue. The sight of her flushed and needy. The feel of her pussy clamping down on my fingers. The way her heel digs into my shoulder blade.
“Come for me,” I mumble and she shakes even harder.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants as her orgasm takes her under. Fucking her with my fingers, I hit that spot over and over until she screams and squirts.
“Grant.” My name from her lips makes me feral, lapping up her release hungrily until the aftershocks subside.
Unable to hold back, I sit abruptly, shove my shorts down and with her release coating my hand, I pump my rock-hard cock, once, twice, three times and come all over her stomach.
And like the slutty wife, she is, Taylor slides a finger through my cum, brings it to her lips and sucks it clean.
She’s going to be the death of me.
“You did great today,” I tell Taylor as we stand outside the owner’s box and watch the people milling about in the stadium below, enjoying Bark in the Park and feeling a swell of pride for Taylor and her hard work.
She shrugs, downplaying the compliment. “The event staff did most of the work.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t sell yourself short. They couldn’t have done this without you.”
“It was fun. I enjoy this kind of thing.” She hooks her pinky with mine.
“I need to head out soon.” My flight to New York is in a couple hours. I packed this morning and will head to the private airstrip directly from the stadium. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?”
When I mentioned going to New York originally, I hadn’t thought of taking Taylor with me, but now that it’s time to leave, I don’t want to leave her.
Not right now when things are still so fresh.
My fears that this was a momentary lapse in judgment and that she’ll change her mind with some distance are hard to overcome.
She looks away and down to where her friends are gathered in a circle by the lunch station. “I need to stay here. Help the team break down and spend time with the girls this week.”
“Okay.”
“How long will you be gone?”
“A week. I have some meetings to attend and a family thing.”
I watch in real time as she tenses and shuts down at the mention of my family.
“Hopefully it goes okay.” She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Walk me to the office so we can say goodbye?” I ask hopefully.
“I should really get back down there and relieve Mary for lunch. I’ll see you when you get home though.
Safe travels.” Taylor presses a kiss to my cheek then she’s gone.
Weaving through the crowd inside playing with kittens and back out to the hallway that will take her downstairs to the stadium entrance.
Sighing, I follow her path, but instead of going back to the event, I take the elevator down to the tunnel connecting the clubhouse with the office building. When I get to the car, there’s a text waiting for me.
My Wife
Sorry for how I reacted. I hope you have a good time in New York.
ME
Will you be here when I get back
Please don’t run from me, baby.
My Wife
I’ll be here.
ME
Good. I’ll check in, but feel free to use my office while I’m gone.
My Wife
Safe travels.
I love you.
It’s getting harder and harder to not give her the words, but I’ve already broken my rules and given her my body. I don’t know that I’d survive telling her those three little words and her not saying them back.