Chapter 43 Grant
I’m distracted from watching my wife drink her coffee by the pinging sounds coming from our cell phones on the table.
After the Troubadours won our last regular season game last night and celebrated getting to play October baseball, Taylor and I came back home and celebrated on our own over and over and over again.
I’m well and truly exhausted in the best way, but hearing her tell me how proud she was of me and watching her show me exactly how much was worth it.
Grimacing when the chime sounds again, I look at her and ask, “Who is texting both of us so much?”
She laughs and pecks a kiss to my lips before leaning forward and grabbing both our phones. Chucking mine onto my lap, she unlocks her phone and starts reading the texts.
“It’s the group chat.”
“Why am I still in this group chat?” I groan. Miller had added me last week after Gabby’s biopsy. I was glad to know how she was doing, but I didn’t need to be in the family group chat. I wasn’t part of the family, and Miller’s stupid texts were the worst.
“You love it. Stop lying to yourself.” Taylor rolls her eyes and begins typing on her phone. Begrudgingly, I open the text chat and read what I’ve missed.
IVORY
End of season BBQ at our house.
MILLER
End of season? Whose season is over?
CHASE
Not ours!
PRESTON
The regular season is over, Hollywood. We’re still playing this to the end.
MIKE
Glad to see you are all still dedicated.
IVORY
Whatever, you know what I meant. End of regular season BBQ
MY WIFE
When?
PRESTON
She’s already cooking so the sooner you get here to eat all this food the better.
GABBY
We’ll be there soon!
CHASE
Are we working out today?
MILLER
ughhh do we have to?
MIKE
Yes
PRESTON
YES
ME
Yes
MILLER
Oh hey, boss man. didn’t know you were still here.
ME
You added me to this damn chat. I’d love to leave.
IVORY
No can do. We’d love for you to join us today.
GABBY
Come celebrate with us.
“Yeah, we’d love for you to come hang out with us,” Taylor goads me from her end of the couch.
Diving for her, careful to avoid spilling her coffee, I tickle her sides. “Would you? You’d love for me to come?”
“Grant, stop, I’m going to make a mess.” She puts down the cup and turns back to me.
“Let’s make a mess then.” I pull her down, crawl over her and pin her to the couch beneath me, latching onto the spot on her neck that I know will have her begging for more.
“We can’t,” she protests weakly, already reaching for my waistband.
“Does your body know we can’t? Because she seems pretty willing.” I whisper against her lips as I palm her over her pajama shorts. “I can feel how wet you are.”
“We don’t have much time. If I don’t get over there, Ivory will call and ask where I am.” She moans when I tug her bottoms over and slide a finger inside.
“Then you better be fast because I want to fuck my wife before I have to go pretend she’s not something to me.” Slamming my mouth over hers, I swallow her pleasure, adding another finger and rubbing the spot I know will have her coming in minutes.
Her nails scratch down my forearm, both pulling me closer and pushing me away.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good taking my fingers.
Does keeping your husband a secret turn you on?
I should stop right now, leave you on the edge for me all day.
Wet and needy for my thick cock while you try to hold a conversation with your friends.
Should we put that little vibrator back in your pussy and see how long you make it through lunch with your greedy cunt begging for release? ”
“No please don’t. Oh my god, I’m so close,” she begs, closing her eyes.
I slow my motion, drawing it out. “Eyes on me. Be a good girl and watch me make you come and then maybe I’ll let you sit on my cock before we leave.”
I’ll let her ride me regardless because I’m powerless to stop when it comes to her. I need her as desperately as she needs me right now.
“Make me come so I can fuck you and remind you just how good a wife I can be,” she challenges and my cock jumps.
“On second thought, you’re not coming without me.
” The desperate whimper that leaves her mouth when I remove my fingers from her heat has me smirking.
Licking my fingers clean slowly and deliberately, I quirk an eyebrow at her.
She makes quick work of pushing down my shorts and wraps her hands around my shaft, pumping firmly.
“Enough,” I growl, ripping her shorts off and twisting to sit on the couch. Her legs fall on either side of my hips as she positions herself at the tip of my cock. “Ride my cock, wife. Take us both over.”
She drops down over me. My eyes lock on the sight of my cock disappearing into her pussy.
It’s erotic and beautiful at the same time.
We were made for each other. Coming back together like this has been more than I ever dreamed possible.
We’ve always fit. Our bodies remembered even before our hearts gave in.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, gripping her hip in one hand and her throat in the other.
She tips my chin up so I’m looking her in the eyes when she breathes into my mouth, “And you’re mine.”
I kiss her then, pouring all the love I can into it as my hips meet hers at a rapid pace. Her movements get sloppy as her orgasm starts to build. I can feel it in the way she grips me and her hips stutter. Taking control, I bring us both to climax, never parting my lips from hers.
As we come down there’s only one thing I can think about. “Should we tell them today?”
Taylor tenses above me for the briefest second. If I weren’t still buried deep inside her or stroking her back, I might not have felt it, but I did.
“Did I miss something? I thought we were going to tell them now.” Last week she was ready to tell them, and I’m hoping she hasn’t changed her mind.
“Let’s just feel it out, okay? I haven’t said anything because I wanted to make sure all the attention was on Gabby and her results. Now, I guess I’m just worried about what another secret may do to our group.”
“Everyone has secrets. Besides, I think you all proved to Gabby there wasn’t a secret too big that would tear you apart, right?”
“Yeah, well, she wasn’t hiding a ten-year marriage.”
“Technically, we only lived together as a married couple for under a year.” I laugh when she pinches my side. “What are you going to tell them when we show up together?”
“Hopefully they’ll all be too preoccupied to notice, but if they do, they know I’ve been staying in a corporate apartment, so I’ll just say you offered me a ride or something.”
“I will try to be patient and wait on your timetable.”
“Thank you.” She kisses me quickly and climbs off the couch, holding out her hand. “Now, let’s go shower so we’re not too late.”
An hour later, I’m pulling up to a two-story white house on a quiet street outside of the Nashville city limits.
“Oh yay, Daddy Mike is here,” Taylor grins devilishly from the passenger seat as I park behind his truck.
“Can you stop calling him that?” I’ll never get over the jealousy I feel when I hear the nickname fall from her lips. It makes no sense because I know they’d never go there, but the nickname grates on my nerves.
“Why? That’s his name.” She’s barely holding back a laugh at my grumbling as I level her with a glare.
“Call him that today and see what happens.”
“What are you going to do about it . . .” She leans into my space, hovering over the center console. Her eyes flick between my mouth and my eyes and then she utters the words I never thought would make my dick hard. “Daddy?”
Before I can recover, Taylor opens the door and bounces out of the car and up to the house. I hurry behind her. As I reach the front door, I hear her shout, “Daddy Mike!”
She will be the death of me. I swear it.
Mike’s eyes lock on me over her shoulder and I don’t miss the teasing glint in his eye as he pulls her in for a hug. “There’s my girl!” He shakes her back and forth, clearly putting on a show.
I flip him off, walking deeper into the kitchen.
“Grant, I’m so glad you could make it!” Ivory beams and rushes over to give me a hug.
We’re friendly when we see each other at the stadium, but this may be the first time she’s ever hugged me.
The Hollywood starlet looks completely at ease in her home in jean shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows.
Her hair is up in a messy bun, like Taylor wears when she’s had a long day and is sipping wine on the couch.
“Thank you for having me. Is there anything I can help with?”
“You cook?” Ivory asks as she walks back around the island and goes back to mixing what looks like pasta salad.
“He’s a great cook,” Taylor says absentmindedly, popping a cheese cube in her mouth from the charcuterie board in front of her on the counter. She swallows roughly and her shocked eyes meet mine.
Ivory looks at us suspiciously but thankfully, she doesn’t have a chance to question her because Miller comes inside.
“Taytie Tot,” he shouts when he sees her standing beside Mike. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Avoiding you.” She jabs back.
“You’re telling me you’re avoiding all this?” Miller waves his hand over his body and shimmies.
“Well when you put it like that . . . yes.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing. I could rock your world, girlfriend.” He wraps an arm around her neck and pulls her into his side. She pokes him and they tussle while Ivory and Mike shake their heads.
The whole time, I’m biting my tongue as he hits on my wife. I know it’s harmless but it still sucks not being able to claim her in front of everyone.
“If you want to head out back, Preston’s at the grill. Can I get you something to drink?” Ivory directs the conversation away from Taylor and Miller’s teasing.
“He’ll have a beer.” Mike slaps me on the shoulder. “Come on.” He leads me out the back door and passes me a bottle of beer from the metal tin on the patio before grabbing one for himself.
“Cheers,” I say, tapping my bottle to his and taking a long pull. I’ll need it if I’m expected to sit here without touching Taylor all afternoon.
“You showed up together—that has to be a good sign.”
Looking around, I make sure no one is within earshot. Gabby and Chase sit on the couch in front of a fireplace with a mounted TV over it. Preston stands behind the couch with his arms crossed, watching the replay of a football game from this weekend.
“Things are good. I asked if we could tell people today, but she’s still not sure.”
“I’m really happy for you, Grant.” Mike slaps a hand down on my shoulder.
“Thanks.” I nod then pin him with a glare. “And stop with the stupid nickname, would ya?”
“Why? You not okay with me being a daddy?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and then frowns. “That sounded better in my head, but thinking about my daughter’s best friend like that ruins it.”
Taylor walks out the back door with Ivory and Miller on her heels before I can say anything else. All carrying food and placing it on the table to be served.
“Tay, you can sit beside me, but don’t get handsy with me under the table this time.” Miller jokes and the words are out before I can stop them.
“Can you please stop hitting on my wife?”
“Your wife?!” everyone shouts at once.