Grant

by Terra Wolf

  I kicked the door closed behind me as we made our way to the couch. I helped ease Grant down onto the cushions, being careful not to jostle his shoulder. I leaned my forehead against him, taking in the way his breath pulsed against my lips.

  Fuck, if this man weren’t so drugged up he would be in so much trouble.

  I lifted myself off the couch to head to the kitchen, but a hand came down around my wrist. I whipped my head around and looked, seeing Grant’s hand clamping down on my skin. My eyes scanned his body, taking in the healthy flush of his skin. But when I saw his pants tenting with his rising cock, I shook my head.

  “You’re in no condition for something like that right now,” I said. “You need some water so you can take your antibiotic.”

  “That can wait,” he said as he tugged at me.

  “No, it can’t, Grant. You can’t get an infection. Let me get you some-”

  He pulled me harshly to him and our lips collided. The heat of his tongue and the sweet taste of his lips dragged me into his gravitational pull. I felt myself growing weak for him. I felt my body rising to the occasion for him. My nipples puckered to painful peaks behind my bra as I straddled Grant’s lap, grinding down on his growing cock.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you are to me,” he said.

  “And you have no idea how perfect you are to me,” I said breathlessly.

  I pulled my shirt over my head and quickly undid my bra. Grant watched as my breats swung free, his face falling forward into them. I wrapped my arms around his head, feeling him kissing and nipping and licking at my skin. His cock was pulsing painfully against his jeans as I grew wet in my panties, and soon I was up and wiggling my way out of the rest of my clothes.

  Soon, we were clad in nothing but our own skin. Grant’s dick was thick with need and dripping with want to be inside me. I straddled his lap, feeling his cock jumping at the ready as I grabbed him and seated him at my entrance.

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  He answered me with a thrust, impaling me on his cock as I moaned out into his home.

  His good around wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him as his hips sent a relentless pace. He was pounding into me, the couch jostling with his movements as I clung to him. I raked my hands down his chiseled chest and felt his rippling thighs working for my pleasure. I placed sloppy kisses against his lips, moaning and gasping as his cock grew thicker and thicker. I could feel my pussy fluttering. I could feel my clit growing. I slid my fingertips between my folds and found that swollen little nub, flicking it and pressing it as my need for Grant grew.

  “Shit. You feel so good. I was so scared… so scared you were… you were…”

  “I’m not,” Grant said as he captured my lips. “I’m right here, Violet. With you.”

  I dipped my face into the crook of his neck and allowed my tears of pleasure and fear to blend together. It was the truth. I had been petrified of Grant dying. A man I’d really known for a few days and a boy I’d known my entire life, and I thought I was going to watch him bleed out on the cement. I peppered his neck with kisses as I jolted in his lap. I could feel my climax coming as my juices spilled down his balls. I rolled my hips into his, my pussy swallowing his cock deep into my body.

  “Fuck, Violet. So good. So great.”

  I pressed my hands into his chest as I came around his girth. I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my moaning mouth into his neck. I bit down into his skin, clenching my eyes shut as he pressed his hand into the small of my back. I felt him release into me, coating my body with his hot cum as his legs trembled underneath my body.

  Our juices were dripping onto the couch as we both panted for air.

  Grant’s hand slid up my back and tangled in the red curls of my hair. Soft kisses were pressed into my shoulder as we sank deeper into the couch cushions. It felt so good to have him against me. To feel his heart pumping and his limbs shaking. It felt wonderful to feel his skin against mine and know that he was alive.

  I couldn’t let him get away. Not after the fear I experienced when I thought I was going to lose him.

  “Grant?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Can I tell you something?”

  “Of course you can,” he said sleepily.

  “When you were on that pavement-”

  I sighed, my jaw beginning to tremble as tears crested my eyes.

  “It’s okay,” he said into my ear. “I’m right here.”

  “When you were bleeding,” I said, “I thought I was going to watch you die. Right there. Just… you wouldn’t open your eyes, and I didn’t know if you could hear me and-”

  Grant lifted my face to his and encompassed his lips with mine. I melted into him, my hands pressing into his hewed muscles. His cock slid from my pussy, allowing our intermingled juices to drip from my body as it soaked the couch beneath us. Our tongues collided and electricity shot through my body, raising goosebumps on my skin.

  Something no man’s kiss had ever done to me before.

  “I’m falling for you,” I said in a whisper.

  I felt Grant pull back as our eyes connected.

  “What did you say?” he asked.

  “I said… that I’m… falling for you. I’m falling for you, Grant.”

  I expected him to toss me off his lap. To tell me it was too short of a time and that I was crazy. I expected him to throw me out. To call Ford and have him come over and watch him for the next couple of days. But instead, he rose his good hand and cupped my cheek, allowing his thumb to stroke along my skin.

  “I’m falling for you too, Violet,” he said. “I think you are my true mate.”

  “Seriously?” I asked.

  “Yep.”

  “You’re not just pulling my leg?”

  “Nope.”

  “So… you don’t think I’m crazy?”

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” he said with a grin.

  I playfully swatted at his arm before he wrapped his hand around my wrist. He brought my knuckles to his lips to kiss, his eyes never leaving mine. I blushed underneath his gaze as I laid my head back on his shoulder, his hand holding mine up against his heart.

  “You really need to take your antibiotic,” I said.

  “Let me hold you for just a few more minutes. You weren’t the only one who thought you were gonna lose someone today.”

  I pressed a kiss onto his shoulder, taking in all of him as we sat there on his couch. It had been a whirlwind of a day, and things weren’t going to get easier, but I knew we would be able to do it. Even though I had only really known Grant a few days, I felt like I had known him my entire life. I nuzzled deeply into him, taking great pains to make sure I didn’t jostle his bad arm. Then the two of us slipped off into a deep slumber as each of us cradled the other.

  Yep. Everything was going to be okay.

  Even if things weren’t perfect.

  Epilogue

  Grant

  Six Months Later

  “So, raise your beer for our new Beta!” Ford said.

  “Here, here!” the guys said.

  “May he subdue more men than he kills,” Jackson said.

  “Here, here!” the guys said.

  “May he never piss off Ford’s sister, lest we lose him to his ignorance,” Lincoln said.

  “Here, here!” the guys said with chuckles on their lips.

  “Well, I think that’s about as official as it gets,” Jackson said.

  “Want another soda?” I asked Violet. “I’m gonna go get one for myself.”

  “Nah. You’re the guest of honor tonight,” Lincoln said. “I got you guys. Be right back.”

  “I’m actually good for now, Lincoln. But I could use some water,” Violet said.

  “Pussy shit!” Tyler said.

  “That’s my fucking sister,” Ford said.

  “And that’s the mother of my child. Watch your tongue,” I said.

  “The two of you are relentless,” Violet said as she rolled her
eyes.

  “You’re pregnant. Expect it,” I said with a grin.

  “Speaking of, how’s the mother-to-be feeling?” Charlotte asked.

  “Like a damn whale. My boobs are bigger than any of the bras I have, I’m growing out of my second round of maternity clothes, and I can’t fucking bend over to pick up anything,” she said.

  “Sounds fucking terrible. I could never go through that shit,” Tyler said as he slid Violet a glass of water.

  “That’s why I’m the woman, and you’re the man,” she said. “I’m stronger than all of you combined.”

  “No that’s the truth,” Skylar said.

  I watched Violet chug her water as beads of sweat gathered on her brow. This pregnancy had been beautiful, but these last few weeks had been hard on her. When we found out she was pregnant six months ago, I was insistent that she move in with me. She was living in a dingy old apartment across town, and while my home wasn’t big, it had a room for us to convert into a nursery for the baby. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and fourteen hundred square feet of space to fill with things to make our family comfortable.

  And a fenced-in backyard for when the little guy started getting older.

  “You excited about having a boy?” Charlotte asked.

  “Depends. If he gets his personality from Grant, I’m gonna be up shit creek without a paddle,” Violet said.

  “I’m not that bad,” I said.

  “You’re stubborn as hell and huge. If he takes after you, I’m screwed.”

  “That sounds terrible. It’s a shame pregnant women can’t drink. They need it more than we do,” Tyler said.

  “Fucking right on the nose with that one,” Lincoln said.

  “You ever gonna make an honest woman out of my sister?” Ford asked.

  “All right, big brother. Get off it,” Violet said.

  He was right. A lot of things had happened between his sister and I over the past year. We fell in love and fought for my life. She took care of me and kept my head in the game while I was recuperating and unable to help out with jobs. She kept me warm at night and always made sure I had food to eat in the house. She was carrying my child while still trying to look out for me. She had been strong for me in ways I never thought a woman would ever want to do for me. She had given me everything. Her life. Her future. Her body to enjoy and her motherly instincts to raise my child.

  I looked over at Violet, her eyes filling with rage as her and her brother continued to argue.

  “What? It’s a fair question,” Ford said. “You’re living together. You’re pregnant. When’s he gonna pop the question? We all know you love one another.”

  “Marriage isn’t something you can force onto someone, Ford,” Violet said. “And I’m not gonna have you intimidating him into doing something like that.”

  “So, you want to marry him,” Ford said.

  “Get off the damn subject. I’m hot, I’m hungry, and I have to piss. Grant? Move.”

  I whipped my eyes up to her and could see beads of sweat dripping down her brow. I slid from the booth and helped her stand to her feet, holding onto her hands until her center of gravity was stable. Her hand pressed into her lower back as she waddled off to the bathroom, trying her best to get away from the scenario as I sighed.

  Even with her swollen ankles and her rounded stomach, she still tugged at me in a way that was indescribable.

  “You shouldn’t have done that,” I said as I looked at Ford.

  “Not my fault you’re dragging your feet. You bought that ring two months ago, man. When the hell are you gonna grow the balls?” he asked.

  I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled out the diamond ring. I felt the room grow silent as everyone turned their heads toward me, taking in the canary diamond surrounded by rubies. Violet’s two favorite colors, all wrapped up in the perfect ring that caught my eye in the jewelry store after one of her doctor’s appointments.

  I heard the bathroom door slam open as a smile crossed my cheeks.

  “No better time than now, I suppose,” I said with a grin.

  I sank to my knee as Violet rounded the corner. The guys parted a path, connecting my body with hers. I watched the shock roll over her face as tears welled in her eyes, smiles peeling across all the guys’ faces in the bar. She slowly waddled towards me, her thick legs carrying the weight of our child as I smiled up at her. I could hear Charlotte and Skylar squealing in the background.

  “Violet, you have been the single most powerful force in my life for the past year. This club reminded me of what it meant to have a family, but you reminded me what it meant to be loved. To give love unconditionally and to feel equal to a whole person again. You took care of me when I was sick, and you nursed me back to health without so much as a complaint. You’ve turned my world upside down and helped me to see the fullness of life in a way I couldn’t see after I’d lost my leg. You made me a whole man again, Violet, and I don’t ever want to let that go.”

  I watched as tears rumbled down her cheeks.

  “I love you, Violet. And I can’t imagine ever spending my life with anyone else other than you and our child. Will you marry me?”

  Violet reached down for my shirt and fisted it in her grasp. She ripped me off my knee, our lips colliding as our teeth clattered together. The entire bar erupted into applause and cheers as I smiled into her lips, feeling her nodding against my face as her stomach started to bounce against mine.

  “Guess our little boy’s happy about it, too,” she said with a grin.

  I smoothed my hand over her stomach, feeling our son kick against her body. I dipped back down to my knees, pressing kiss after kiss into her stomach as she plucked the ring from my finger. I looked up and watched her slide it onto her hand, the ring fitting her perfectly even with the swelling that had taken place in her hands.

  “I love you,” I said as I stood to my feet.

  “I love you, too,” Violet said as she smiled up at me. “So much.”

  “Drinks for everyone!” Lincoln called out.

  “And keep ‘em coming!” Ford exclaimed.

  “You wanna get out of here?” I asked.

  I saw Violet’s eyes darken as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “Do I ever,” she said with a groan.

  I took her hand and led her from the bar as the crew continued to celebrate. I gripped her hand tightly as we took off for her car. I helped her into the passenger’s seat as she sat down, the car rocking with her weight as she rolled her eyes.

  I dipped down to kiss her lips, my tongue sliding into her warmth as she moaned.

  “Just wait until I get you home,” I said in a whisper. “You’re not gonna know what to do with yourself.”

  “Then get behind the wheel of the car and drive,” she said.

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