51. Dani #3
“No, it’s…” Graham’s eyes flit back and forth. “Dani’s name.”
“So, a tramp stamp.”
“Fair warning.” He grimaces. “The tattoo artist misspelled it, and I was trying to get it fixed, but I think it’s made it worse.”
There are screams as he undoes his belt. My mom’s friends fall to their knees.
He lowers the waistband of his pants.
“It was supposed to be in your handwriting.” He pulls up his shirttail to reveal the smooth stripe of skin with Daneile written in cursive.
“Oh my God, that’s so hot,” Piper squeals.
“It is kind of hot in a trashy Lana Del Rey way,” I agree.
“You cannot be with a man who has a tattoo above his…” My mom grasps for words.
“Ding-a-ling,” Gran says. “Now, Linda, don’t you ruin my chance at great-grandchildren. It’s been well established by multiple witnesses that his is the only sperm Dani’s got in the chamber at this point. You don’t want her buying sperm online, do you?”
“Well, we need to get rid of that before they start trying for a baby.” My mom is insistent.
“Don’t you see how close it is to his junk!” Gran shouts. “Does no one prioritize grandbabies?”
“Oww,” Graham groans as I help him collapse on the bed later that evening. “Your mom wasn’t kidding about that tattoo removal.”
“She threatened when we were kids that if we ever got a tattoo, she was going to heat up a fork and burn it off, so you got lucky.” I run my hands down his bare chest.
There’s gauze over the spot, right at the V of muscle down to his stomach. I fold his pants—which I’ve taken off—and drape them over the chair in the master suite. While I’m over by the wet bar, I pour him a shot of vodka, and he downs it.
“Gran also gave me Vicodin.”
“I’d rather have something else.” He pulls me in for a kiss.
“You’re injured!” I gasp as he makes me straddle him.
He grabs the bottle and takes a big slug.
“There,” he rasps. “All better.”
His kiss burns for a moment then mellows out, and I sink into the feel of his arms around me.
“I want to ask you to marry me,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up my skirt. “But I think your mom would be upset if I proposed to you like this.”
“She wants nice photos to post in the building’s monthly newsletter.”
“So a picture of you with a diamond ring on your finger isn’t going to do it?”
My dress is up to my waist, and his fingers are in my panties, stroking me. I grind against him, trying not to do it too hard. I don’t want to hurt him.
But with the way he’s stroking my clit, it’s hard not to thumb his cock.
He rolls on a condom then enters me slowly.
“Oh my God,” I moan as the huge length fills me.
I have to sit there straddling him, that huge length stretching my pussy, while he slowly unbuttons my dress, pulling me forward to suck on my tits as he slowly rocks me on his cock. His fingers rub my clit until I’m coming on his cock.
“You really did miss me,” he purrs.
“If you don’t make me come again, I’m tying you up in the closet.” I nip his lip.
“Is that joke too soon?”
“You tell me.”
“You tell me. As soon as I put a ring on your finger, I’m tying you up in there and coming up your pussy until the carpet under you is soaked.”
“Fuck,” I groan as he slams up into me.
I take his cock over and over until he has me close.
“Please, Graham, please.”
“You know what to say,” he hisses as he slams that huge cock into me again.
“Please, Daddy,” I practically sob. “Make me come. I’m a good girl.”
“Damn, I love you,” he snarls as I feel him explode in me, then I’m coming on his cock as he fucks me until I’m spent.
“Do you need me to bring you some soup? Crackers? Put on Netflix for you? Tea or painkillers?” I kiss him after each word.
“Don’t leave.” He grabs my hands. He looks soft and sleepy.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I can’t sleep without you.”
I snuggle back next to him. He pets my hair.
“I don’t want to move.” I press a kiss to his chest. “But my mom wants me to come set up for the wedding.”
“Say no.” He kisses my head then looks at me. “Also, why? Who’s getting married?”
“Jeremy and Colette. Well, obviously not really—but we’re just having the reception, and my cousin’s daughter wants to do her dance recital in the chapel.”
“Stay,” he whispers.
And who can say no to that?
I grab my phone, steel myself, then text my mom.
Dani: Actually, I’m busy taking care of Graham.
Dani: I’ll be there early tomorrow.
“Aah!” I scream then throw the phone. “She’s going to kill me.”
“No, she’s not.”
“You don’t know my mom.”
“I’m proud of you for standing up for what you want.”
I run my fingers along his arm.
“For that”—he grabs my hips—“I think you get a reward.”
I have to hold onto the headboard as he licks my pussy, his tongue everywhere, in my pussy, on my clit, while I bounce over his face and his hands dig into my thighs until I’m coming, gushing all over his face.
“Damn, you’re really good at that.” I slap his chest.
His arms circle me.
“We don’t have to go to the ‘wedding’ either.” He kisses me softly. “Don’t you want to run away to the mountain house instead?”
“Lexi texted me a picture of the giant possum that’s been living in the attic, so no thanks.”