Chapter 34
“Hey.” Grant’s voice jostles me from my dozing. After spilling my secrets and all my tears, I’m emotionally spent.
“Let’s go lie down. I didn’t sleep well last night, and it seems like you didn’t either.” He continues stroking my leg and presses a kiss to my temple.
I give him the best side eye I can manage at the moment. “Are you saying I look bad?”
“You could never look bad to me.”
“A nap sounds great.” I run my fingers through his messy hair.
“Hold tight.”
“Wha—” My words are cut off as he stands swiftly from the couch with me in his arms, my arms instinctively winding around his neck.
He effortlessly carries me to his bedroom at the end of the hall.
Instead of setting me down, he moves to his side of the bed, pulls the covers back with one hand, and then lays me in the bed, climbing in behind me.
I roll over to face him and tug at his white T-shirt. “Can you take your shirt off?”
“Tay, I just want to hold you.” He smooths a hand down my cheek.
“I need to feel you.” Running my palm under the hem of his shirt, I push it up and relish in the warmth of his skin on mine.
When he sits up and pulls the fabric over his head, I feel his abs engage and holy shit this man’s body is still ripped. I take in the ridges of his muscles and his broad chest with a smattering of dark hair, and there, glowing against his tanned skin sits his wedding band on the gold chain.
“Better?” He winks at me and settles back on the pillow, lifting an arm for me to burrow into his side.
“Yes.” I snuggle closer to him, draping my leg over his and my head on his chest, looping a finger into the ring while tugging the chain lightly. “I’m sorry I don’t wear mine.”
He hooks a finger under my chin, tilting it up so I meet his eyes. “No more apologies. There’s nothing to be sorry for. From now on, we’re on the same team, moving forward together and letting go of what has haunted our past. All that matters now is this moment where I get to hold you in my arms.”
His lips meet mine and all my worries melt away at the feel of him surrounding me.
“I love you,” I say, dropping my head back to his chest.
“I love you too. Get some rest,” he soothes, holding me tightly as his steady breaths and his woodsy scent lull me to sleep.
Grant’s hand gripping my ass wakes me up and I find myself almost fully on top of him as he rocks his hard cock into my thigh.
Glancing up, I take in the way his lashes fan against his cheek, the way his lips pout, and the rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps soundly.
His cock twitches again and I barely suppress a moan at how good it feels so close to my core.
My skin heats as a fervent need takes over.
I slide a hand down his stomach to his waistband. He shifts but doesn’t wake up, so I keep going, dipping my fingers under the elastic to run along his Adonis belt until I feel his velvety smooth tip.
As slowly as possible, I untangle myself from his arms and shimmy down his body until I’m between his legs and eye-level with his impressive cock. Even under the fabric, I can see how big he is, and I can’t wait to take him in my mouth again for the first time. My mouth waters at the thought.
Tucking my fingers into his joggers, I tug gently, freeing his cock. It twitches again as I run my thumb up the underside of his shaft to the tattooed star emblazoned for me.
Mine.
The word reverberates inside me and the passion and love I have for this man catapults me forward. I run my tongue up the same path, flicking it against the star just below the tip and playing with the metal bar pierced there.
Grant whimpers above me, so I do it again and again, driving him higher as I pump a hand softly over his shaft. His hips buck and his eyes screw shut, but when I lightly suck his tip into my mouth, those chocolate depths pierce mine, the gold flecks sparkling.
His hand tangles in my hair, holding me still but also pulling me back like he can’t decide if he wants me to take him deeper in my throat or to let him go altogether.
“Taylor, fuck. Is this a dream?”
I roll his balls with my other hand as I slide his length deeper into my mouth, muttering “nuh-uh.” The vibration against his cock makes him shiver. I continue to tease him, swirling my tongue and hollowing my cheeks as I pull back, licking the pearl of cum at his tip.
Grant moans again and repositions himself, spreading his thighs wider and tucking an arm behind his head. The view of him sprawled out in front of me has me squeezing my thighs together because holy mother of the baseball gods, my husband is fine as fuck.
“What’s the matter, Tay baby? Sucking my cock got you hot and needy? Is that pretty little cunt dripping for me?”
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
“Why don’t you choke on my cock and see if that helps quell the ache between those pretty thighs?”
I had planned to be sweet and gentle, waking him up with his cock in my mouth, and showing him how much I love him, but his filthy words spark the challenger in me, so I make a show of spitting on his cock, the way he likes and pumping his shaft until it’s coated in my saliva, then I dive in and give him what he wants.
Taking him to the back of my throat, I tug his balls at the same time as I open my throat to take him deeper, thanking the heavens for no gag reflex.
“Holy fucking shit, yes, take it all. So good baby, so fucking good,” Grant chants, thrusting up into my mouth.
Saliva dribbles out of the corners of my mouth and runs down my chin. I repeat the move until his grip in my hair turns painful as he surges forward.
“Are you going to swallow everything I give you like the perfect wife?”
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble around him as he swells in my mouth.
“Fuck, do that again.” I press my finger against his secret spot behind his balls and seal my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks again. “God fucking damnit.” His entire body tenses as he holds me down and shoots his cum down my throat.
True to my word, I stay with him, swallowing it all down until he spasms and releases his grasp on my head.
“You missed a drop,” Grant says, swiping the corner of my mouth and pushing his thumb between my lips.
I lick it clean watching his eyes flare.
“Come here,” he whispers, dragging me up his body for a soul scorching kiss.
As the rightness of this moment falls over me, I get lost in the taste of him, the feel of his tongue on mine, his hands that rove over my body, making me desperate to feel him everywhere.
Grant’s hands wind under my sweatshirt, running over my back leaving a wave of pebbled flesh in their wake. “This needs to come off,” he mutters against my lips.
I sit back and lift my arms above my head for him to continue the path with his hands until he frees me of the offending material. Wordlessly, I tug at his joggers, pulling them off one leg at a time.
“My husband is hot.” I smirk at him.
He bites his lip and rakes his eyes over my face down to my neck, collarbone, and breasts, lighting me with the fire of a thousand suns. “So is my wife, but those shorts need to go. I want to see all of you.”
“Yes, sir,” I purr and stand on the bed, widening my stance so my feet are on either side of his hips.
He smiles up at me full of love and pride at the way I put on a show for him as I pop my hips side to side and lift my hands above my head for extra flair.
“Strip for me, gorgeous.”
“Why don’t you do it for me?”
“With pleasure,” he rasps, ghosting his hands up my legs slowly, making me impossibly wetter, finally reaching the band of my biker shorts and torturously dragging them down.
When they reach my knees, I lift my left leg for him.
He anchors my other leg so I don’t fall, and we’re a tangle of limbs as he strips me bare and I settle onto my knees over his lap.
Running my fingers through his hair, I lean forward and pepper kisses over his face, using my touch to show him I’m fully present with him in this moment, that it’s not just another quick fuck to me. “Let me show you how much I love you,” I say softly, kissing his lips.
“I can feel it, Tay.” He assures me, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me flush against his chest.
“Show me I’m yours, Grant, and I’ll show you you’re mine.” Lifting to my knees, I wait for him to line himself up at my entrance then sink down, holding his eyes as he fills me.
“That’s it, Tay baby. Take what’s yours.”
“Who do I belong to?” I gasp when he rocks my hips, and his piercing hits the spot deep inside.
“Me,” he growls, moving me up and down his cock as he claims me. “You belong to me.”
“Yes, I’m yours. You feel so good, baby.”
His lips lock over mine as he owns my mouth in rhythm with the way he’s fucking my pussy in long deep strokes. It doesn’t take long before I’m cresting the wave of pleasure, digging my fingers into his shoulder to mark him in the way he’s marking me from the inside out.
“I can feel you on the edge. Let go, come with me.” He groans when I grind against him.
“Call me by my name,” I beg.
“Wife. You’re my wife. Now, come for me and scream my name when you do it.” Grant pinches my clit and that’s all it takes to send me over.
“Grant, fuck, oh my god, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t let up, surging into me over and over as he comes. We stay wrapped in each other, his hand lazily trailing up and down my back as we make out. And just like that all the pieces click back into place, a healing of sorts made only right by the melding of our bodies together.
This feels like a fresh start, and for the first time in a long time, it feels a lot like forever is possible with my love.