Chapter fifteen Grady #3
“Um, why is there only one bed?” Scottie glances around the room as I bring in the last of our bags. The hotel room is a mix of rustic and modern with finished wood details and iron accents.
And yes, there’s only one bed.
“This was all they had left. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”
Scottie huffs out a laugh. “Ha. Um, you’re a liar because I’ve been a victim of your biting.”
I glance at her over my shoulder as I hoist her suitcase onto the stand in the corner. “Eager victim, or enthusiastic participant?” Her cheeks flush, confirming what we both already know. “We’re adults, Scottie. We can handle this, right?”
Grumbling, she walks to the bathroom, shutting herself inside as I fight the pleased grin on my face. I take a moment to unpack a few things while Scottie uses the restroom and when she emerges, she stares back at the bed like it’s a volcano preparing to erupt. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
“Okay.” Gesturing to the bed, I say, “I’m gonna see if there’s a movie or show on that we can watch before we call it a night.”
She nods, grabbing a change of clothes from her suitcase and her toiletry bag before heading back to the bathroom.
I hear the water turn on and instantly, all I can think about is her naked, covered in soap suds as water cascades down her changing body, wishing I was in there to appreciate it—a body I can’t stop fucking thinking about worshiping and owning again.
“Jesus, Grady,” I mutter to myself, contemplating how the rest of the night is going to play out.
After Scottie’s confession in the restaurant, I feel like I’m on high alert.
I know her ex has no idea where we’re at right now, but the idea that the man could show up at any time and cause more strife in her life makes me want to take matters into my own hands—not only for Scottie but also for Chase.
That kid has become as much a part of my life as Scottie has in the past month, and when we get back home, I have to do something to make sure I don’t lose them too.
Any man that would let either of them go is a fucking idiot as far as I’m concerned.
They’re mine now though, and that’s all that matters.
I turn on the television, flipping through the channels, hoping there’s something for us to watch that could help Scottie feel more at ease.
A rerun of Friends catches my eye, so I stop there, loving that no matter how many times I watch this show, it never gets old.
Ironically, the episode on the TV is the one with Rachel’s baby shower, which just seems fitting given our circumstances.
“Just so you know, I know what a Diaper Genie is,” Scottie says, coming out of the bathroom, drying her hair in her towel. “This episode always makes me laugh.”
Fuck, she looks so sexy—no makeup, oversized t-shirt and small shorts that barely peek out from the hem of her shirt. And her nipples—they’re standing at fucking attention, enticing me.
“I’m glad one of us does,” I say, trying to conceal my growing erection as I adjust myself on the bed. But hell, I’m always fucking hard around this woman, so it’s not like I can hide it completely.
“Did I tell you that Astrid offered to throw me a baby shower?”
“No, but that doesn’t surprise me.”
Scottie removes the towel from her head, hanging it on the hook on the bathroom door, and then moves closer to the bed, reaching for a bottle of lotion she set on the nightstand earlier.
She pumps the bottle a few times, places her foot on the edge of the mattress, and then begins rubbing lotion into her smooth skin, all the way up and down those silky legs of hers I just want wrapped around my fucking hips again.
Jesus Christ, this is torture. And it was all my idea. What the fuck was I thinking?
“It almost made me cry, but then again, most things do right now.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I decide I should probably shower so I can jack off before I have to sleep next to this woman all night.
If I had it my way, I’d be buried inside of her when I come, and even though I hoped we’d get to that point again eventually, I am not expecting our night to end that way.
“I’m gonna get in the shower,” I announce, standing from the bed and walking over to my suitcase, trying to conceal the bulge in my shorts.
“Okay.”
Taking my change of clothes into the bathroom with me, I turn on the water and wait for it to warm up. I reach for my dick the second I’m under the warm spray.
It’s easy to forget what you’re missing when you haven’t had sex for a long time.
And even though Scottie and I slept together almost five months ago now, I still remember every detail of that night.
I know what she sounds like, feels like, smells like, and tastes like.
And knowing all of those things makes being a gentleman that much fucking harder.
As I pull on my length, I think back to the image of her on my Nova, legs spread, pussy wet, moans leaving her plump lips. That familiar tingle races down my spine as I tighten my grip and move faster over my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan on a whisper as the first spurt of cum hits the shower wall, leaving my body in ribbons that I wish I could see painted on Scottie’s skin instead. When I’m spent, I finish washing my body and then get dressed, feeling a little more at ease before reentering the room.
But as soon as I see Scottie sitting up against the headboard with her shirt rolled up, staring down at her bare stomach, rubbing her bump in soft circles, my dick grows hard again instantly.
Fucking hell.
“Whatcha doing?” I say as I run the towel through my hair, hanging it on top of Scottie’s on the back of the door.
She darts her eyes over to me and they immediately darken when she realizes that I don’t have a shirt on.
Yeah, I might have made that choice on purpose.
“The baby is moving.” She pats the bed, indicating I should join her.
When I settle in next to her, she grabs my hand and places it on her stomach where our kid is doing somersaults.
“Can you feel it?” A tiny push hits my hand, and I swear, I feel my heart crack open in my chest. “Did you feel that?”
I chuckle as my lips spread into a grin so big it hurts my fucking cheeks. “A little.”
She moves my hand to another spot, and the movement I feel there is more pronounced. “That was a big one,” Scottie says through a laugh.
“Yeah, I felt that one more, for sure.”
Scottie and I sit there for a few minutes, soaking up the miracle growing in her stomach before she says, “You know, I haven’t said thank you to you.”
“Yeah, you have.”
She shakes her head. “No. Not just for bringing me food I’m craving or rubbing my feet when they hurt…but for this.” She presses my hand into her stomach. “For this child, Grady.”
Fuck. This woman is killing me. “I know it wasn’t planned, Scottie, but I wouldn’t want to have a child with anyone else.”
Our eyes lock on one another as my pulse hammers in my neck. For one second, I contemplate moving closer to her, seeing what she would do if I tried to kiss her, but then she yawns, breaking the moment. “Sorry.”
Clearing my throat, I move my hand from her skin and stand from my spot. “No problem. It’s definitely getting late. We should probably head to bed so we can get on the road early in the morning, right?”
She nods, moving from her spot in the bed, swinging her legs over the side, preparing to stand. “Yeah. I’m tired.”
I give her privacy to do her nighttime routine, and then I enter the bathroom to do the same. The entire room smells like her, imprinting her scent on my brain, making me long to have this smell around for the rest of my life.
When I go back to the main room, Scottie is turned on her side in the bed, facing away from me.
I take my spot closest to the door, the side I insisted on having.
Scottie didn’t understand my reasoning until I explained that I want to be the first person an intruder encounters, rather than putting her or the baby at risk.
She rolled her eyes but went along with it and, honestly, I would have slept on the floor next to her if she hadn’t.
I settle into the bed, lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling as the noises from outside filter through the room, along with Scottie’s light breathing. “Good night, Scottie.”
“Good night, Grady.”
Silence stretches between us for so long, I think she’s fallen asleep. But then she surprises me when she whispers, “Grady?”
My voice cracks when I answer. “Yeah?”
“Do you mind massaging my lower back, please?” She groans. “I’m in a lot of pain from sitting all day, I think.”
“Fuck, Scottie. I’m sorry.” Rolling over, I scoot closer to her and grip her hips, pulling her toward me.
“It’s not your fault. It’s part of growing a human. My hips always hurt because they’re opening up for the baby.”
Pressing my thumb into her lower back, I start to work out the tightness in her muscles, all the while feeling my dick grow harder in my shorts. But instead of trying to keep Scottie from feeling what she does to me, I move closer, pushing myself into her ass.
“Grady…”
“I’m not going to apologize for what you do to me, Scottie.”
She lets out a long sigh. “Keep touching me.”
“I didn’t plan on stopping.”
Her groans of relief fill the room as I rub and push into her hips and back, relieving the pressure. But when she speaks next, I nearly choke on my saliva.
“Did that offer to help with anything I need still stand?”
My hands freeze. “Anything.”
She rolls onto her back as I pull my hand away from her, staring up at me from the bed. I can barely remember to take in a breath as she bites her bottom lip and says, “I’m so horny, Grady.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Don’t ask for something you’re not one-hundred percent positive that you want, Scottie.”