Chapter 14
Fourteen
Grady
“What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.”
Richard Wilbur
I’ve been hard all night. Every pin she struck was accompanied by a celebratory shimmy, her arms in the air, breasts bouncing.
It alone would have driven me wild. But that, compared with her smile and that god damned addicting honey scent, had me wanting to strip her naked and lick her clean for hours.
When I spun her around after her spare, I craved her long legs to lock around my waist. I want to be over her, under her, inside. So deep that I’ll never forget the feel of her. I want to fuck her so thoroughly she’ll only ever crave me.
As much as I hate that sociopathic asshole she lived with before, I understand wanting to possess her. It’s a primal instinct deep down to claim her as mine.
The difference is, I’d want her to lay claim to me in return. Balanced scales, an equal partnership. One where I could hear that laughter every day. The one that she does when she experiences something new.
I want to witness every new thing with her. Every time she grows another petal on her bloom, I want to be on the sidelines taking it all in.
It’s too soon to be as into her as I am, but I can’t help it. She pulls me in with her magnetic smile, her timid braveness, that quiet strength she’s finding within herself. When she forgets what her life has been like, she’s easygoing, up for anything. Free.
A song came on while we were bowling, something old that I wasn’t familiar with.
She refused to roll another ball until the song was over, opting to, instead, dance and sing along.
Half of the other bowlers stopped to watch, a few other women even joined in at their own lanes, pulled in by that natural charisma she hides away so often.
“Kiss me,” she finally says, trembling in my arms. I bury my head in her hair, finding the nape of her neck and dotting it with my lips. She moans softly. “That’s not how I meant.”
Spinning in my arms, she faces me, her head tipped up. Without hesitation, I drop my mouth to hers.
Honey. Sweet, woody with a hint of spice. She gasps, my tongue plunges in, sliding against hers as I pull her closer with an arm wrapped around her back. Her hands that were settled on my hips, glide down to my ass, holding me just as tight as I hold her.
Louisa isn’t timid, now. She takes, and I give. Another minute or two of this and I’d give her anything.
The door to the bowling alley opens. People exiting in a cloud of chatter, stunning us both back into the here and now, where we’re making out in a bowling alley parking lot.
“Hop in, climb over,” I say. “I’ll drive us somewhere more private.”
She drops her head to my chest for a few seconds, catching her breath before she climbs in, digging out her fob to start up the rig.
“Where are you taking me?”
“There’s a spot off the highway. A lookout.”
“Your teenage make-out spot?”
“Yes, actually,” I say with a smirk.
“Is it where you lost your virginity?”
“Yes, actually,” I say, laughing harder in my embarrassment. I was seventeen, and between me and Dana Larson, our parents were home too often to have any privacy in a bed. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I think it’s cute you want to fuck me in a memorable spot.”
Holy shit.
“Who said anything about fucking?” I ask.
“Juliet, I guess.” She grins. “But I don’t think I could agree to a second date if you beat me miserably at bowling and didn’t at least give me an orgasm afterward.”
This is a new piece of Lou. Another layer has been shed, exposing another protected layer to her. Like every other piece, I like this one a lot.
“Just one?”
“Ooh, are you an overachiever, Grady?”
“With sex? Yes, Lou. Give me about three more minutes and I’ll show you just how much of one I am.” She toes her boots off, leaving them to lie haphazardly on the floorboards. Then, she unbuttons and unzips her jeans. “If I wreck your pretty new truck, it will be your fault.”
“Drive safely,” she says. “You already owe me an orgasm. Let’s not add a truck to your bill.”
She shoves her hand down her pants, and we both groan as I take the last turn into the small strip of vacant land that leads to a parking area above the bluff. As soon as the truck is shut off, we’re unbuckling our seat belts and colliding over the center console.
Mouths crash, our tongues dueling for dominance. Neither of us giving in, just giving. Her fingers grasp at either side of my head as if I’m the only thing anchoring this unearthly woman to this world. Clumsily, I unbutton her blouse, finding the thinnest lace below, hard nipples poking through.
“Back seat,” I say, pulling away a half inch. Lou releases my hair, brushing her own out of her face. I watch every move, looking for any sign of distress. There’s nothing there but desire. “Back seat.”
She exits the passenger door, standing outside the truck, and while looking in, she pulls her shirt off, tossing it inside.
Her jeans follow, revealing that her panties are the same pale lace as her fragile bra.
She bends over to pull her socks off and does a little dance while claiming the ground is cold, before she rushes to the back door.
I don’t realize I haven’t moved until the door shuts behind her.
“Shit,” I say, coming out of my daze. I strip down and move from the front to the back. When I do, I find her lounging with one knee propped up, like she’s been waiting for me for hours rather than minutes.
“Kiss me,” she demands again. Lunging in, I press my lips to hers, but she pushes me away with a wide smile. “That’s not how I meant.”
My eyes narrow at her mischievousness.
“Anything I should know before we do this?”
“You mean, like how I’m ridiculously flexible or do I have triggers and limits?”
“Both,” I say, ignoring her playfulness, though storing that information for later. Right now, I need to know if there was something he did to her that I need to be sensitive to.
“I’ve yet to find a limit,” she says, dropping her gaze. When she looks up at me, shame washes over her. “I like things I probably shouldn’t.”
“Things like what, Lou?” I rub my thumb up and down her calf, trying to keep her settled enough to explain. “I won’t judge.”
“Rough.” She says the single word with roughness of its own.
Raspy and a little afraid. “I like to be fucked, Grady. Like you hate me. Like you want it to hurt.” A single tear spills from her eye as she pulls my hand up to her throat.
A shiver rocks through her, and I want to pull it away, but I don’t.
I can’t.
Though, I don’t know if I can give her exactly that, either.
Not after what he did to her. I won’t be the replacement image of him, not in that way.
I want to replace his pleasure with mine.
I want to replace his pain with my pleasure.
I don’t think I can give her exactly what she wants, but I’ll do my best to give her what she needs.
“Noted,” I say. Then, I reach for the lace that covers her cunt and rip it off her.
She gasps but spreads her legs wider, allowing me the room needed for my head to settle between them.
Honey. Even at her core, she smells of it.
I inhale heavily, peering up at her, making sure she’s watching.
“Do you taste as beautiful as you look and smell?”
“I…I don’t, oh fuck,” she says, her body sagging back as I lick deep.
Not adding my fingers, I do what I can with my mouth, driving her to the point of neediness so badly that her hands come back to my head.
Her hips begin a rhythmic motion as she holds my face where she wants it.
I nip her clit, and her excitement is tangible in her wetness.
She gushes, she whimpers, she tries to get her pussy closer to my mouth.
I’d have to climb inside to be any nearer. I would if I could.
I’d bathe in her honey. Wear it like a cologne.
Like a fucking badge of honor. She’s fucking gorgeous, still thin, but she hasn’t lost all her curves.
Her skin is a blank canvas of glistening silk except that one small word newly inked.
I want to mark her. Not with scars, not anything that she would wear on her body. I want to be a talisman on the inside.
“Grady.”
My fingers find her mouth. I shove two in, sliding between her lips, but massaging her tongue with them. A kind dominance, if such a thing exists.
“Come on my tongue, then, you can suck my cock,” I tell her, using my other hand to press on that tender bundle of nerves.
She bites down on my fingers and writhes on my mouth.
Before another minute passes, she’s coming.
Her body tenses, fingers pulling my hair with a burn I don’t hate, and the most delicious combination of foul words flows from her lips. “Gorgeous.”
Lou pushes me over to my back, hurrying to help me pull my boxer briefs down. She stills and licks her lips before raising an appreciative eyebrow at me.
“Let’s see how you take it,” I say and watch her playfulness turn back to arousal. I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been when she takes me in her mouth. Slowly, inch by inch. It’s torture to not drive into her. She probably expects that, but I don’t want to be what she expects.
So, I hold still for the first couple of minutes, tenderly playing with the hair at her temple as she bobs up and down.
It wouldn’t pain me any to stay like this longer, or forever.
It’s hot as fuck watching her take me fully into her mouth, never breaking eye contact with me.
Except this isn’t really what I want. I suspect it isn’t what she wants either.
I fist her hair, pulling until I see the widening of her gaze. The thrill. Only then do I pump my hips up, making her gag. Still, she doesn’t break eye contact. Still, she shows me that she likes what’s happening. Not what’s happening to her, but what’s happening between us.