Chapter Twenty-Two
Grant
I think she’s running again, but I want to give her the benefit of the doubt….
The wedding went better than I anticipated.
Daisy practically glowed in her cream satin mermaid gown, and Nori appeared regal and elegant in her suit.
The suit was a source of contention in the Powell household.
Simone wanted Nori to opt for an extravagant gown, but Nori was firm that she didn’t want to outshine her bride on her special day, and I could respect that.
The two shared heartfelt vows, which I believed were written by AI because they were too perfect—like a Hallmark movie.
But hey. That’s none of my business.
They kissed—sealing their lifelong commitment to each other, and my sister was officially Mrs. Daisy Baker-Powell.
The reception went surprisingly well. The food was delicious, the wine and champagne flowed, and the speeches were short and sweet. We were shocked when Dad wrapped up his speech in less than five minutes. He was known to be heartfelt but long-winded.
“Daisy and Nori, there were times I was skeptical that we’d be here today.
You two became frenemies when you first met at the jump place.
Nori, Daisy shoved you to the ground; there were tears, forced apologies, and eventually, revenge that resulted in Daisy walking around with a fat lip for a few days.
I thought the two of you would be enemies for life, but my viewpoint changed when Nori fell ill from chicken pox.
We were afraid we would lose her, and Daisy was devastated.
As Nori fought for her life in the hospital, the light in Daisy continued to dim and dim.
We didn’t want Daisy at the hospital in case Nori passed—we didn’t want her witnessing that, but Daisy would not be deterred.
So what did she do? She called her grandfather.
He picked her up from the house and said he was taking her for ice cream since she’d been feeling down.
I received a call from Anthony, who said he and Simone had stepped out of the room to speak with the doctors and take a quick coffee break.
When they returned, Daisy was in bed with Nori, wearing gloves and a face mask.
Earlier, the doctors had told Anthony and Simone to make arrangements, and a few hours after Daisy’s arrival, her condition began to improve.
The word ‘miracle’ started being thrown around, but a miracle isn’t what saved Nori; it was love.
Nori had lost her hearing, and Daisy looked up at me and said, ‘Daddy, I’ll be her ears.
’ And now we’re here. I hope the two of you continue to be there for each other and that you remember that all you need is love. ”
There wasn’t a fucking dry eye in the room once Dad took his seat.
The family and the girls’ closest friends said their speeches.
And after fielding off the many women who were vying for my attention and polite conversation, I ate cake with my wife in the corner of the reception hall.
At some point, Kieran recovered from his bad trip and was pestering me for an explanation.
I promised we’d talk later, but he wouldn’t accept no for an answer until I discreetly slipped him a $100. 00 bill.
My phone vibrated.
It was my phone alerting me that it was officially midnight, and Kiyah wasn’t there.
How tragic.
There were no text messages or missed calls, but out of curiosity, I checked her location.
“I should’ve known,” I mumbled, grabbing my wallet and keys.
12:37 AM
I nodded at the night nurse before entering my grandfather’s private quarters.
A deep pang seized my chest from the sight of him.
Guilt and shame swallowed me up like quicksand—tugging me down faster and faster with each desperate plea for more time until I could no longer see the surface.
I stared down at his willowy form and the deep wrinkles on his face and thought back to all the times I had taken him for granted.
God, what I’d give if I could just have more time.
I circled the bed to where Kiyah sat. She scooted the chair as close as possible to the bed and rested her upper body on the mattress. In one hand, she held Granddad’s hand, and in the other, she tightly grasped the motel room key.
My fingers gently caressed her shoulder, rousing her from her sleep. She popped up and frantically looked around the room as she tried to orient herself.
“Grant? What are you—what time is it?” She checked her watch and gasped. “Baby, I’m—”
“Shhh. It’s okay. I know.”
“I wanted to see Granddad, bring him a piece of cake, and show him photos and videos from the wedding.”
“He can’t eat cake, sweetheart.”
Her bottom lip trembled, and her eyes glazed over. “I know he can’t eat cake. I ate the cake, but it’s the thought that counts. I swear to God I would’ve been there, but I fell asleep.”
I could hear the desperate pleading in her voice—begging for me to give her another chance, but she never had to beg me. For as long as I had breath, I belonged to her, and she belonged to me.
“Kiyah, we’re good.”
“We are?” she asked hesitantly.
“We are. We have nearly ten more hours left in the room. Do you want to say anything else to Granddad before we leave?” I asked softly as I massaged the back of her neck.
She shrugged as tears delicately cascaded down her cheeks.
“I remember when Granddad found out that you broke your collarbone from the accident. He was so pissed off when Dad broke the news to him. He said, ‘God dammit! That’s her shooting arm!’” We snickered quietly, mindful of any nearby residents.
“He used to enter you two into clay shooting tournaments at the country club.”
“I remember. You had to fill in for me,” Kiyah commented as she squeezed his hand.
“We lost by one clay, and I didn’t hear the fucking end of it. Granddad drove like a bat out of Hell, like he couldn’t dump me back home fast enough. I decided to fuck with him when I got out of the car.”
“What did you do?”
“I asked him if he wanted to go duck hunting.”
She laughed and urged me to continue. “And what did he have to say about that?”
“He told me to go to Hell,” I confessed, chuckling and wiping away tears. “God, he was such a hard ass.”
“You two are so alike that it’s scary,” she said with a sigh.
“I pray that I get to see the day our children call me a hard ass. I’ll wear it like a badge of honor.”
“You’d make an amazing father, Grant,” Kiyah said, rising from the chair.
“Well… there’s only one way to find out,” I said, taking her hand.
Her mouth gaped in disbelief. “Are you serious, G?”
“I think ten hours is sufficient time to make a baby. Toss the pills, Mrs. Baker.”
“If you say so, Mr. Baker.”
Kiyah
My back settled against the door at the same time Grant’s lips landed at that special spot at the base of my throat.
I wanted to touch him—run my fingers through the strands of his hair that loosened from the gel.
I wanted to pull his hair until he winced and threatened me with payback that I would come to enjoy.
His hands grasped my wrists by my side like a set of iron manacles; the more I tried to squirm out of his hold, the tighter he squeezed.
My breasts heaved when his tongue trailed up my neck and chin. My head swam in frustration and confusion when he avoided my lips.
“Grant,” I whispered, hoping I conveyed irritation.
“You were late.”
“I went to visit Granddad,” I protested.
“That was noble of you, but you still missed the deadline. I know you’re not used to facing consequences for your actions, but that changes now.” He leaned in and whispered, “Get on the bed.”
I pushed myself off the door when he released me and attempted to school my face to hide my attitude. The painful slap on my ass I received when I passed him indicated I wasn’t successful.
I eased onto the bed and held back a laugh. The mattress was as uninviting as I remembered. Sometimes, we’d completely forgo the mattress and settle for a good old-fashioned wall-banger instead, and once, a painful round on the floor that left our knees screaming.
I reached for the strap around my ankle when Grant stopped me. “Don’t…I’ll take care of them,” he said, pulling his dress shirt out of his pants. The action drew my eyes to the magnificent bulge in his dress pants. “Eyes up here.”
I dragged my eyes up obediently but took my time to appreciate his masculine beauty as he disrobed—a happy trail dusting taut abs, well-defined forearms with sinewy muscles that flexed when he moved, an expansive chest no longer confined, and green eyes that felt like I was staring at rare precious gemstones.
His hands moved below, but his mesmerizing eyes remained on mine. My head dropped when I heard the clank of his belt buckle. He caught my chin and lifted it. “Eyes… up… here.”
A rampant fever washed over me, suddenly raising the room temperature to 100 degrees and climbing, and it wouldn’t stop unless Grant extinguished it.
But I wasn’t banking on that happening any time soon.
My husband enjoyed the thrill, like an arsonist with a match and a container of accelerant.
He wanted to watch me burn—feast his eyes on me as the flames flicked and consumed me until I was decimated.
I licked my lips when he trailed a finger down the side of my jaw where my accident scar was hidden beneath the makeup. The scarring was faint—barely noticeable, but that didn’t stop Grant from calling it my “perfect imperfection.”
He took his time removing my jewelry, starting with my earrings and then my necklace and bracelet. He left briefly to discard the jewelry on the dresser and returned with his keys.
“From this day forward, you’ll never take this off again. Do you understand?” he asked, working our wedding bands off his key ring.
“I understand.”
“No more hiding,” he declared, slipping my ring onto my finger.
“No more hiding,” I confirmed.
Grant dropped to his knees before me and grasped one of my ankles. He placed a heeled foot on his thigh and undid the strap of my heel.
“Oh, my… that feels so fucking good,” I murmured as he massaged my foot. I leaned back on my elbows and closed my eyes. His strong hands traveled up my calves before switching to my other foot.
“Back up,” he demanded, standing to his feet. I scooted backward until I was in the middle of the worn mattress. My breath hitched when he straddled my thighs and hovered over me.
“Are you sure about this, Kiyah? Because there’s no turning back. I won’t run to the pharmacy to get you a Plan B in the morning.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows and took what I’d been wanting all night.
The chemistry between us was undeniable as he returned my affection.
His tongue dipped past my lips and explored my mouth.
I surrendered to his will, and he brought me nothing but unbridled pleasure.
His hands squeezed my breasts, and my thong dampened.
It wouldn’t be the first time I climaxed from nipple stimulation.
He knew how to tug and twist them just right to leave me writhing on the sheets with trembling legs.
I gasped when he ripped my dress down the middle. He tore through it so easily that the fabric might as well have been crepe paper.
I was about to chastise him when he tugged on my piercings.
“You can pretend to be mad about the dress all you want, Ki, but I know you love this shit,” he taunted against my lips. “Tell me you love it.”
“I-I love it,” I stammered.
“Tell me you love that shit.”
“I love that shit,” I moaned, gripping his thighs.
“You know what else you love?” I whipped my head back and forth. “My dick down your throat. Let me stretch it out, Ki,” he whispered.
Grant
I stood on the bed with my pants around my ankles and fucked my wife’s mouth. I had to stare up at the ceiling because I’d blow my fucking load if I caught sight of her again.
Never had she looked so sexy as she did at that moment.
She was on her knees in a Hero Pose, her hands gripping her ankles and her tattered dress clinging to her hips.
I tempted my resolve, glanced down at her, and immediately regretted it.
My balls tightened from the sight of saliva being dragged out of her mouth.
Stringy ropes of saliva whipped across her chin, neck, and breasts.
I jerked my hips back, giving us both a reprieve. We were both panting—she more than I, but I wasn’t done with her.
“Smile for me, baby.”
She displayed her pearly whites, and I slid my piercing along them, clinking the metal against her teeth.
“Take your thong off,” I ordered before dropping to my knees on the bed. She wiggled out of her underwear and tossed them at me. I caught them and smirked. “They’re soaked.”
“That’s what you do to me.”
“Fair,” I agreed, tossing them onto the floor before scooping her up and placing her on my shoulders.
Her shriek of surprise soon turned into pleasured moans as my tongue thrashed against her clit.
I shifted her a little higher to give me better access to the rest of her.
I lazily dragged my tongue from her taint, through her folds, and back to her clit again.
I enthusiastically sucked on it, praying she’d be gushing down my lips and chin soon.
Her fingers clutched my hair tighter as I spurred her closer to orgasm. I speared my tongue into her pussy hole and licked her essence off her slick walls.
“I’m… I’m… shit, I’m gonna fucking come, G,” she proclaimed, legs shaking around my head. My tongue punched in and out of her, and I didn’t stop until her screams could be heard several rooms over.
I eased her off my shoulders onto the bed while licking her arousal off my lips.
“Don’t be greedy, G. Save some for me.”
“Fuck that. It’s all mine, just like this pussy,” I said, tearing the remainder of the dress off, leaving her completely bare.
“Just one taste, G,” she begged. I rolled my eyes but ultimately relented as I wedged myself between her parted thighs.
She licked my lips and nipped at them before sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. She didn’t release me until my dick was plunging into her without warning.
“Ohhhhh, fuck. Don’t stop, G!”
I pounded into her harder. With each stroke, her body jolted. Her tits bounced, and her head was coming dangerously close to the headboard. I reached for a pillow and wedged it between her and the headboard.
I want to fuck her brains out, not bash them out.
I changed the rhythm when I realized it would all be over soon due to the grip Kiyah had on me.
I lowered onto my forearms until our noses touched and our short pants warmed each other’s faces.
I rocked in her sluggishly, feeding her every inch I was capable of before pulling out and doing it again.
A roll of my hips made her breath hitch, and I kept the pace until her nails were clawing down my back and my cum filled her womb.