Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Grant
Igrab her hand and guide her over to the couch. I sit down first and pull her into my lap, settling her sideways so she’s tucked against my chest. She fits there like she was made for it.
I’ve been thinking about this since I woke up with her in my arms.
“I’ve been thinking,” I say, my hand resting on her thigh. “You’re on summer break for the next couple of months. Why don’t you stay here… with me.”
She looks up at me, surprised. “Here, like in your house?”
I nod, my arm tightening around her a little. “Yeah. Here. With me.”
She’s quiet for a second, then asks softly, “What about what people will say?”
“Fuck what they say,” I growl, my voice low and rough.
“I’ve spent my whole life putting everyone else first,” I growl, cupping her face.
“I’m fifty-two years old and I’m done with that shit.
You’re mine now, Chloe. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about the age difference. You belong to this old man.”
I cup her face with one hand, my thumb stroking her cheek as I look into her eyes, my grip firm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful and sweet,” I mutter. “I want to know every single thing about you. I want to bury myself so deep inside you that you feel me for days. I want to keep you right here, where I can protect you and fill you up every night.”
I kiss her forehead, then rest my chin on top of her head, holding her close like I’m afraid she’ll disappear.
“Stay with me, Chloe.”
I stare down at her, waiting for her answer, my heart pounding harder than it has in years.
She bites her lip, her fingers curling into my shirt. “I… I don’t want to go anywhere,” she whispers. “I like being here with you. I like how you make me feel… safe and wanted.” Her voice gets even quieter. “I’ve never had someone look at me the way you do.”
She leans in and presses her forehead to mine, her hand resting on my chest. “I’m scared, Grant,” she admits.
“This is all so fast. But… I don’t want it to stop either.
” She kisses me softly, then pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.
“So yeah… I’ll stay. For now. As long as you want me here. ”
Something inside my chest settles hard. I wrap both arms around her and hold her tighter against me, my hand stroking up and down her back.
“Good,” I murmur against her hair. “Because I do want you here. I want you in my bed. In my house. In my life.” I tilt her chin up and kiss her slow and deep, like I’m sealing a promise.
“You’re mine now, Chloe. And I take care of what’s mine. ”
She pulls back just enough to look at me, a small, playful spark in her eyes. “Oh, is that right?” she asks, her voice soft but teasing.
I grin, my hand sliding down to grip her ass possessively. “Yeah,” I growl, squeezing her. “That’s right. You’re mine, sweetheart. And I don’t plan on letting you forget it.”
I kiss her again, harder this time, my other hand sliding under her shirt to palm her breast. “Mine to hold. Mine to fuck. Mine to keep full of my cum every night.”
She moans into my mouth, and I know I’ve got her. I’m never letting this woman go.