Chapter 13 Grayson
THIRTEEN
GRAYSON
A deer.
A fucking deer killed in a hunt?
She couldn’t be more perfect if she tried! All of my Halloween plans for her are coming together, and to top it off, she’s dressing up to play the perfect part.
Jesus fucking Christ, I hope she’s on birth control.
Not that the idea of her belly swelling with my child freaks me out. One day, she absolutely will. But for now, I want her all to myself.
It took all my self-control not to kiss her perfect lips, not to take my hard cock out and plunge it deep into her deliciously wet hole. I’m saving all that for the moment she finally knows it’s me. The real me.
Walking away when I did with the taste of her on my tongue was blue-ball-inducing!
I’m a weak man when it comes to her.
Danny and I hang around the market, having lunch together.
“Mr. Everett, you shock me. I didn’t peg you for being interested in the grave rave thing,” he mocks as he devours a pizza.
I swallow a bite of my Philly cheesesteak. “I wasn’t. But she’s going, so am I. Don’t worry, though; we won’t be there long...just enough to warm her up.”
“Oh? Taking her on a hunt?”
My grin says it all. He guffaws, slapping me over the shoulder.
“I’m gonna need your boat,” I inform him.
“Are you taking her out to the Bluff?”
Bluff Point is my family’s land out in the forest near a recreation reserve. The point itself is forty-two acres of dense pine woodland. While still connected to the mainland, entry is via a very narrow bridge and is closed off to hikers. One way in, one way out.
Unless by boat.
“Yeah, figured I could take her out there on the scenic route, you know? What do you think?” I can’t contain the fiendish smile of my true plans.
Danny catches on.
He pauses for a moment, waiting for some people to pass by before resuming. “Are you going to tell her about…?”
Shit, I hadn’t even considered that. I’d warned her when we first met —I’m not good company. I know what I am and what I’m not. But from the moment I saw her, I knew she was different. Special. Unlike any other fish in the pond.
But could she still see me that way if she knew the truth? If she knew what my obsessive tendencies could lead to? What I’ve done? Even before Tanner. Before her.
I should tell her. I should be transparent. But when?