Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
SEVEN
“Can I get you anything to drink, sir?”
I stare at Grace sleeping in her plane seat, her head pressed against the window, resting on my balled-up suit jacket. She’s so beautiful, so amazingly perfect. What I wouldn’t give to shove my cock past her lips…
“Sir?”
I try and fail to pull my attention from Grace so I can address the flight attendant. “Vodka, please.”
“Anything for the missus?”
A grin spreads across my lips at his words. The missus. My wife. My gaze flicks to Grace’s ring finger, imagining a large shiny diamond sitting there—or maybe something more permanent, like a tattoo or a scar. We could have matching ones.
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Sorry.” I finally turn to face the nice attendant. “She’ll have a cup of tea, please. Green, with cream if you have it.”
“Of course. I’ll be right back with that.”
I turn my attention back to Grace, enamored by her serene expression. She looks so peaceful, so happy. I wonder if she’s dreaming, if she’s thinking about me. Or better, if she’s fantasizing about Seven.
I can still taste her on my tongue from earlier, and it’s driving me mad.
I’ve had an erection for most of the flight, and no matter what I try, I can’t get myself to calm down.
Every time I get close, I’ll catch a whiff of Grace’s shampoo, or accidentally brush my knee against hers, and I’m set off once more.
A few minutes later, the flight attendant comes back with our beverages, and I do my best to shift discreetly in my seat so they don’t see the state I’m in. After the man leaves, I take a sip of my beverage, settling back into my seat so I can continue to watch Grace in peace.
As soon as the vodka hits my tongue, Grace begins to stir. Her eyes crack open, and her lips part in the cutest little yawn.
“How long was I out?” Her voice is hoarse, deeper than normal. Adorable.
I reach over, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, loving how her skin heats at my touch. “A couple of hours. We should be landing soon.” I gesture toward the cup of tea on her tray. “That’s for you. If you want something else, just say the word.”
Her eyes light up at the sight of the beverage. “This is perfect! Thank you so much!” She brings it to her lips, taking a large sip. Though instead of the happy expression I expect, her mouth twists in disappointment.
“Something wrong?”
“No, not at all.” She frowns at the surface of the milky tea. “I’ve just been thinking… What herbs do you put in your tea at the office?”
I blink slowly, putting all my effort into keeping my expression cool. “Herbs?”
“Yes. The ones you make me always taste better. I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out what it is.”
I can’t keep the smile off my face this time.
“It’s a secret. I’d be more than happy to make you a cup when we get to the hotel. I brought some of my… special brew with me on the trip.”
“Oh! That would be great!” She beams, and my balls tighten painfully. Dirty little Grace loves the taste of my cum, and I’m going to make sure to give her all she could ever want and more.
I just have to make it through the rest of this damn flight.
“Wow. It’s so… bright.” Grace’s voice comes out a hushed whisper, her nose pressed against the glass as she stares out the passenger window.
After picking up our luggage, I rented a car so we could drive to the hotel alone. Grace is still very worried about the other employees discovering we’re dating, so I’ve done my best to make sure we’re as inconspicuous as possible this weekend.
I would love to tell the world I’m seeing Grace, scream it from the rooftops—but what she wants is all that matters. So, for the time being, we’ll keep pretending in public. When the doors are closed, though, she belongs to me.
“Oh look, Archer! The beach!”
At her excited cry, I move my gaze from where it’s locked on her profile to look out the window, seeing Neon City for the first time since we arrived.
I’ve been so laser-focused on Grace, I haven’t been paying attention to my surroundings—but she’s right.
It is beautiful. Not anywhere nearly as stunning as my angel, but I can appreciate the view all the same.
“It’s nice.” I flick my gaze to her profile. “Beautiful.”
“It really is.” Her lips tip into a hopeful smile. “Do you think we’ll have any time to go to the beach?”
“If you want, I’ll make sure you get to the beach,” I say without hesitation. “We can go every single day if you want.”
She laughs. “We still have to get work done, Archer! We can’t live on the water, as much as I’d like that…”
“Hmm.” If she says the word, I’d move us to Neon Valley in a heartbeat. Anywhere Grace wants to go, I’ll take her. As long as I get to follow and be by her side, I’ll go anywhere, do anything she wants.
We drive the rest of the way to the hotel in comfortable silence, my hand resting on Grace’s thigh as she gazes out the window, taking in the sights and crystal blue waves along the shore.
We arrive at the hotel, but as soon as we get out of the car, Grace is filled with nervous energy. She keeps looking around, paranoid, searching for someone who would recognize her. Maybe I should have booked us at a different hotel…
There’s nothing I can do about it now, though. Sighing, I walk over to the desk and check us in. We have separate rooms, but I was able to get our rooms next to each other on a separate floor from the other employees for added privacy.
Once everything is settled, I turn to face Grace, placing two room keys into her outstretched palm. “This one is for your room, and this one is mine. You can come over any time you want.”
“Thanks.” Her cheeks heat with a blush. “I, um… should probably take a shower and get changed before we meet the others for dinner.”
I tilt my head, confused at her complete change in demeanor. I knew she was nervous, but it really seems like she’s icing me out. “Okay. Want to walk down together?”
She bites her lip. “We should probably head down separately. Don’t want to look suspicious, you know?”
I nod, gritting my teeth so I don’t accidentally say something I’ll regret. “Of course. I’ll see you at dinner, then.”
I try to lean in to kiss her, but she sidesteps me, giving me a shaky smile before turning and hurrying to the elevator. “See you later, Mr. Graves!”
The elevator doors close, leaving me standing there frozen, my chest squeezing with a foreign emotion. I don't like it. Instead of going to my room, I head straight to the bar, needing a drink to take away this terrible feeling making my eyes burn.
I sit at the table with all the other employees, glowering at the blond man sitting across from me. Corey Pembrook is sitting right next to Grace, leaning in to whisper something in her ear, and it’s driving me mad.
She’s uncomfortable. I can tell. Even though she smiles politely, she doesn’t appreciate his attention—and I don’t know why she’s playing along. Is it to make me jealous? Is it because Corey makes her nervous, and she doesn’t want to rock the boat?
I grip my fork tight, fighting the urge to lunge across the table and shove it through Corey’s eye. How dare he make Grace uncomfortable? My Grace. My angel. How dare he?
I narrow my eyes, making a promise then and there. Corey will die. I will make sure it is as painful as possible.
But not now. Not while there are witnesses. Certainly not somewhere Grace could be called into question, or put in the middle of it.
I manage to calm myself, and a few minutes later, Grace excuses herself from the table, her heels clacking against the floor as she makes her way to the restroom. I watch her go, wait a minute, then excuse myself as well. Only, I don't go to the men’s side—I enter the same door Grace went through.
After making sure there’s no one else inside, I lock the door behind me, then walk over to where Grace is washing her hands.
Her eyes widen in shock as she gazes at me through the mirror, her lips parting in a silent gasp. “Archer! What are you doing?”
“I had to see you.” I step up behind her and fold my arms around her middle. “I had to touch you. It was killing me, looking at you and knowing I couldn’t. Knowing what he was thinking while he was looking at you.”
“Who? Corey?”
I let out an animalistic snarl, my hand reaching up to grip the hair at the back of her head. “Don’t fucking say his name. The only one that should be on your tongue is mine.”
I turn her head and crash my mouth to hers, and she melts in my arms. A small moan pushes past her lips, and my balls tighten with an unrelenting need for her. To taste, to touch, to fuck.
“I need to be inside you,” I groan, yanking the hem of her dress up her hip. “I need to feel you, angel.”
I move from her mouth, kissing down her jaw and neck, stopping at her pulse point to give her a gentle nip. She gasps, arching her back and pressing her glorious breasts into my palms.
She tilts her head back with a moan, exposing her throat as I slide my hand up and wrap it around her slender neck. My thumb and middle finger press lightly on her pulse points, and Grace lets out a small gasp, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Flipping her around to face me, I grab her thigh, hoisting it up and around my hip. To my utter surprise and glee, I discover Grace isn’t wearing any panties under her sundress.
I jerk forward, rubbing my hard length against her center, with nothing but a thin layer of fabric separating us. “Fuck.” I lower my mouth to her ear. “I need you, angel.”
“Then take me.” Her face is flushed, eyes unfocused. “Fuck me, Archer.”
I groan, my body shuddering as I work my cock out of my pants, dragging the head up her slicked center. Still fisting my cock, I slide my free arm under her ass, hoisting her off the floor and wrapping her thighs around my waist, centering her right above my cock.
Grace gasps, her eyes wide as I lower her onto me, sliding into her dripping cunt slowly, torturously. Her head tips back in a shattered moan as I hit the back of her walls, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to come right here and now.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, her eyes rolling. “Fuck, you’re huge.”
“You’re perfect,” I groan, moving inside her. Her muscles spasm, clenching around my cock, and my abdomen ripples as I try to control myself. “God, you take me so well. This pussy was made for me.”
I lower my head to her shoulder, biting her and prompting her to cry out. I use the wall for leverage as I increase my pace, fucking her without abandon. My thrusts come faster and harder, and Grace has to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from alerting the entire restaurant.
“Come for me.”
I slam into the deepest part of her, pressing my finger against the tight ring of muscle of her back hole, and she comes with a muffled scream.Her walls clench around my cock, and I come undone, following Grace into oblivion.
I pump my release inside her, filling her womb, my muscles shuddering as wave after wave of cum flows from my cock.
After a few minutes, I slump forward, wrapping myself around Grace’s limp body. Still hard, I hold Grace to me, peppering her neck and face with tiny, spark-filled kisses.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper through labored breaths. “So fucking perfect.”
Grace clings to me for support, her eyes hooded and unfocused as she slowly comes down from her high. “Feel better?”
She nods, her lips stretching into a drunken grin. “So much, yes.”
I kiss the corner of her mouth, sliding my hands over her luscious curves as she turns to deepen the kiss. Eventually, we break away, both of us flushed and breathless. Neither of us wants to stop, but we know we’ll get caught if we stay in here much longer.
Personally, I’d love everyone to know, but I’m trying to be good for Grace.
“We should… probably go back to the table separately,” she says, her face bright red. “So everyone doesn’t… you know.”
My chest clenches with jealousy, but I nod, agreeable as ever. “You go first. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
She smiles, and some of that awful feeling in my chest fades. But not all of it.
“Okay.” She presses up on her tiptoes, kissing me briefly—but not nearly enough to satisfy the beast living beneath my skin.
My eyes stay locked on her as she turns to the mirror, smoothing her dress and reapplying her lip gloss. My balls tighten when she blows me a kiss in the mirror, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m reaching up to catch the phantom kiss, clutching it in my palm and bringing it to my heart.
Grace’s face heats at the sight, but she doesn’t say anything more before she hurries out of the bathroom, leaving me cold and alone without her.
I wait a few minutes as promised, then head back to the table, taking my seat and trying to act normal despite the sight of Corey leaning in toward Grace. I remind myself that there are witnesses—that people would frown upon me reaching across the table and squeezing the life out of him.
This trip is going to be a lot more difficult than I thought.