Glorious Disaster

by Piper Kay

  Just as the sun begins to set I think about our relationship, if you can call it that and love the fact that the word is even a part of my vocabulary now. Is that what this is? Is it something we could be working toward, I just don’t know. I’m still in shock that I haven’t disastered it yet, that is truly a first for me. I always find a way but haven’t managed it yet. How do I know? Because Griffin is still here with me, which is the most awesome thing happening on the planet right now.

  Griff leans back on his elbows and I tilt back into him, but he seems to be somewhere else. I hope it’s not second doubts about us, but I don’t dare speak a word. As the waves roll up and down with the tide, it’s mesmerizing. Relaxing and calming, but something has a hold of him and hard.

  “Last time I was here Calen, is when I came to throw my mother’s ashes into the water.” A tear leaks down his cheek.

  “Oh baby I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. Um… what happened?” I pause. “Never mind that is none of my business; I shouldn’t have asked you that and I apologize.” I feel stupid now.

  “You have every right to ask, I brought it up first. She passed away two years ago, just about six months before I came to work for you. I had a decent job but couldn’t cope, yet you gave me a chance not knowing me from Adam and sort of took me in. My mom had cancer and we knew it was going to happen eventually, just no matter how much you think you prepare in advance and in your head, it’s not ever enough. It’s heartbreaking.”

  I wipe the tears from his cheeks with the base of my thumb. “I’m so sorry for you, baby.”

  “Thank you.” He leans to his side and kisses me. “But it’s not your concern or worry.”

  “If it hurts you, it hurts me too. I know this has been a short-lived couple of days, but I can’t help the feelings I have for you. They’re deep and committed to you. You feel good, so do I… you hurt, so do I. Come here to me.” I wave my hands for him to lower against me and all I can do is hug him while he cries.

  Once he’s cried it out, darkness has settled over us and he pops his head up.

  “I’m so sorry Calen, to have a mini meltdown on you.” He pulls up and away, wiping his nose. “We need to get back to Spring for work tomorrow.”

  “I don’t want this weekend to end.” I caress his cheek with the back of my hand.

  “Me either, but you have a business to run and I have a job to keep.”

  I laugh. “Yeah, that would be true, but damn…”

  “Let’s go before both of us are a no show.” He stands up and starts to clean up after us.

  He drives me to the hotel with the promise to come by my place tomorrow to pick up his things and then pulls away. I go back into the hotel gathering our belongings.

  Chapter 9

  The drive home was tiring since it was after midnight by the time we could finally part from each other. I ran in and grabbed our stuff then hauled ass out towards home, or the temporary home I have. I live in a cheapy apartment which is a place to call home for the time being. I’ve wanted more for a long time and maybe I’ll start looking into that soon. After being on the beach and near the ocean this weekend, that would be an ideal spot to be on the water again, but so out of my reach from work, so I don’t know. I just know my lease runs out soon and I need to find a place, I hate moving and don’t know how to make time for it.

  I arrive home and crash, what an exhausting weekend. Not in the physical way, but emotionally. I didn’t fuck it all up into a train wreck like I normally do. This gives me a lot of hope in my heart, something I never let myself be a part of.

  I wake at four o’clock in the morning and miss Griffin. For the last couple of morning’s he’s been there and it bothers me that he’s not, but today it’s back to business. I decide to text him.

  “God, I’m missing you right now.” I hit send.

  “Me too, I want to wake with you every day.” My heart starts racing. His comment gives me chills and I begin stroking my cock.

  “What are you doing right now, did I wake you? Sorry, I wake early. It’s a work thing. LOL. And a you thing too.”

  “I was but not now, I’m gliding my hand across my dick.” I hear the gasp in his breath. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

  “Call me. Now! Pleeeease!”

  I hit enter and within five seconds my phone vibrates.

  “Morning.”

  “Morning to you too.” He yawns and tries to talk at the same time.

  “I’m sorry I woke you up.” I apologize.

  “I’m not, I’m grateful for it. I miss you terribly.” He whispers.

  “Me too. You realize we won’t be on the same job for the next two months right.”

  “I know, but don’t feel bad. The job comes first, and I work for you.” He admits.

  “We can meet via phone and maybe have a sleepover from here or there. Do me a favor.” My voice softens.

  What’s that Calen?”

  “Slip your pants down.”

  “They already are. I sleep naked.” I can imagine his face blushing like it does when he admits something about himself.

  “Then take that cock in your hand.” I order.

  “I have it there already. Your voice does that to me.”

  “Is it hard?” I take mine in my hand too. “Mine is.”

  “Not yet, why?” he asks.

  “Wrap your hands around it, tighten your fingers, you know how you like it and pretend it’s my hand touching you.”

  “Mmmm… God Calen, what are you doing to me?”

  “Playing, do you like it when I play? I tighten my own hand and begin stroking up and down my cock. “Stroke yourself gently.”

  “I don’t know how to do it gently. When by myself, I get down to business and just go in strong.”

  “Pretend it’s me. Like this.” I pant. “Slick up slowly, do it now… now breathe and slide down, nice and slow, again, Slick up with me, and down again. Release and glide one finger along the left side then take that pre-come and gloss it around the tip and curl your fingers around the sides again and stroke up with me. Pretend it’s me, close your eyes. Let me taste you.”

  “Ooooh fuck, that feels so good. You feel good.” He purrs like a kitten and I want to devour him.

  “Stroke me a little harder but still slow. Oh yeah, just like that, feels so good, feel how swollen I am?”

  “Yessss, so thick and so full, Calen.”

  “I know, this is just for you, it’s what you do to me, make me hard and want to melt in your mouth and you melt in mine at the same time. Oh yeah just like that, thrust up to me, pleeeease and don’t stop.”

  “Oh fuck yeah…shit Calen, you’re not even here.”

  “I am there with you, fuck my hand, jut into me and just relax, give me that big cock of yours.” I growl.

  “Oh God, yesss, I’m about to come.” Griff blurts out.

  “Me too. I shift on my bed. “Let’s come together. I want to come with you now.”

  “Oh shit, oh dear God Calen.” His gasps come out in a stuttered whimper. I love that his mattress is squeaky.

  “Griffin, holy fuck, I’m coming… coming …right …now.”

  I spew ribbons of come into the air, which land back on me and try to catch my breath while listening to him come at the same time. This was perfect and quite the release.

  “You still there?” I ask him listening to his shortness of air whistle though the phone.

  “Barely. Holy fuck Calen, that was amazing.”

  I gasp. “Yes it was, I can hardly breathe right now.”

  “Should I come give you mouth to mouth?” Griffin laughs and snorts when he does it. How adorable.

  “I would love to taste your mouth right now, but we have work to do today and if you came around me, we’d never leave my place.”

  “Very true.” He takes the normal tone in his voice, deep, sexy and raspy.

  “Look, I don’t want you to take this personal, but I’ll be working seven days a week for the next thr
ee weeks and as much as I want to see you…”

  “I might distract you? I totally get it, business is business and you need your sleep to focus. I understand.”

  The man is a mind reader. “How did you know that?”

  “Because I know you.”

  “Are you mad at me?”

  “Not at all Calen, not even a bit. Just wake me up a couple times a week like you did this morning and we’re all good.”

  “You know what, I can’t get over you knowing this about me or me not train wrecking us so far. You are the kindest and most compassionate man I have ever known. So special to me.”

  “Thanks and I think the same about you too. You are amazing Calen, I just hope you keep me around long enough to prove that to you.”

  Chapter 10

  It’s been almost a month and a half since I’ve seen Griffin and I fear he’s lost total interest to point. I mean we do three times a week on the phone, but everyone needs that personal touch which I miss and crave a lot, but work has been so hectic and demanding all I do is it and go home and crash, hardly even having time to eat. Griff’s job I put him on the lead for ends tomorrow and I wrap mine up the day after, then we’ll finally have time for each other again. I give my crew two weeks off which means, besides paperwork, I have time off. We needed it, it’s coming up on Thanksgiving and all the guys need a family time break since I’ve been running them seven days a week, so that is my gift to them in appreciation for all they do, with pay so they can catch some Black Friday sales for Christmas for their kids. I owe these guys a ton. To work a crew this hard deserves appreciation, which is while I’ll also do it at Christmas so they can have New Years also.

  I’ve been up over thirty-six hours straight trying to work and finalize all the paperwork to get that last draw and close out the jobs. I finally finish out the final bill and leave it on my desk to the side and put my head down dosing off. Griff is supposed to be coming by to get it, so I just leave the front door unlocked and am out cold.

  Suddenly I’m woken by his touch across my back.

  “Calen, I’m here. I have the final contract, but I’m worried sick about you. You haven’t shaved and are worn the fuck out, let me help you get to the bed, okay?”

  “Mmm…hmmm.” I mumble out still groggy.

  I know he’s here, and I love that, but I have no idea what he just said except bed which sounds perfect right about now.

  My alarm sounds off at five a.m. and I crawl out of bed ready to shower and shave. I run my hand through the semi-beard I’ve been growing and find nothing is there. I look over to the vanity and see the shaving cream lathered and the razor in a different spot than I normally keep it and jump up to walk over. A few hairs have stuck to the side of the sink and realize I’m way to out of it.

  How did I shave? Wait… Griffin came over last night, did he grab the contract? I run downstairs and it’s gone. He obviously did. I check my locks on the front door and they are locked. I turn on the coffee and head upstairs to call him.

  “Hey baby, you came by?”

  “I told you I would.”

  “Thanks for locking up, any clue on how I got shaved?”

  “It was your face and you don’t know? You were spent, so I figured I’d save you fifteen minutes of time. You were looking pretty scruff and rough.”

  “How did you manage to do that without me knowing or waking up?”

  “I just put a towel around your neck and got to it, you seem to sleep soundly, do you remember me putting you to bed at all?” He laughs.

  “No, not at all.” How could I not remember him being so near without feeling him so closely. I must be exhausted beyond all fuck.

  “So, we have a little time off now, can we finally get together?” he asks.

  “Absolutely I just need to take a couple days to go look at some property and homes if you don’t mind.’

  “I don’t mind, Calen, but why and can I come with?”

  “Lease is expiring, and yeah, I’d love for you to come. Heading to Lake Conroe, I just miss the water to much. I wanted to go South down to Galveston but it’s to far from home base and my business. Conroe isn’t far from me now and has water. Not quite the same as the ocean but I know I could grow to love it.”

  “Well if you have anything you need to do, then I can go scope out some places for you. I’m familiar with the area, used to go fishing with my pops there every weekend.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Sure, I could swing by your place to find out what exactly your looking for then go check it out.” He sounds so enthusiastic.

  “Tonight?”

  “Unless you have a better time?”

  This would be perfect. I need a mental break from the eighteen-hour days I’ve been pulling, plus I miss him so much and would love to see him again.

  “Tonight is perfect, I can grab some take out but would you rather something familiar from home, like chicken fried steak and homemade mashed potatoes, maybe some beans and rolls.” I mumble as my stomach growls in the same moment.

  “Only if you let me cook. I’ll run by the grocery store before I get there and get everything we need.”

  “Deal, that saves me a trip, so I’ll just go shower. The door will be open. I should really get you a key before I get jacked or something one night.” I laugh and hang up.

  Running upstairs, I hurry and turn the water on to warm up. Do not want another night like our first when I damn near froze my nut sack to the size of a peanuts.

  The urge comes over me to jack myself off, but I’d rather wait and see where tonight leads with Griff.

  I jump out and toss on an old pair of comfy shorts and a concert t-shirt, then slip on my flip flops and head downstairs and crack open a beer from the bottle opener I have hanging on the wall next too the fridge. Speaking of beer, I should kick back and enjoy it before he gets here.

  I plop on the couch and click the remote to some reality show, then change it to the music channel, metal and pop station. I wish he was here, fuck I have missed him a lot. I remember his smell, his touch and everything about him, so he needs to hurry up because I’m getting another hard on.

  I crank the TV up and try to pick up, luckily, most of the mess is upstairs, I sprint up and toss everything on the ground in the laundry basket, then run it back downstairs to the washer and turn it on. I dart back up and give the room a quick once over, splash on some Axe cologne just as the doorbell rings. I pant my way back down again to answer totally out of breath.

  “Hi there.” I gasp for air.

  “Did I interrupt something?” Griff raises an eyebrow but smiles.

  “Laundry.” I’m still trying to gulp air.

  “Okay, alrighty then, can I come in or should I leave groceries here on the door step?” he laughs.

  “Get in here.”

  “I missed you too.” He replies and laughs, then tenses up

  As soon as he steps in he heads for the kitchen to put the groceries up and I walk in behind him after locking up the front door. He releases the last bag and I interlock my fingers in his and walk him up against the wall, hands over his head, and press my lips to his.

  “Fuck, I missed you so much.” And I delve my tongue into his mouth, winding it around his, then tracing it back out to his lips, drawing his bottom pouty one into my mouth with full intention of leaving a bruise to remember me by.

  “Holy fuck Calen, don’t do that you’ll leave marks on me.”

  “Oh, is that a no-no?”

  “Um no, not if you explain you didn’t punch me or something.”

  “Mmmm…anything you desire Griff, I can explain it away.” My heart races so hard it feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest. “God, did I miss you.”

  “Mmmm…me too.”

  I wind my hips into his, sliding out dicks against each other’s, fuck I want him again. So bad, so missed him and so grateful he’s still around.

  “Shit, I want you so bad.” I swirl my tongue around his then
pull back.

  “Ditto, but let’s eat first, I heard your stomach grumble and you look like you lost some weight.” He pinches at my gut.

  “Just a couple pounds, I haven’t had time to eat much.”

  Chapter 11

  God the things this man does to me, he riles me up.

  “You work too hard Calen, you seriously do.” He smiles, and we break apart from each other. “Just let me have a run of your kitchen and we’ll put those pounds back on you quick.”

  “Help yourself, you are welcome to anything I have to offer.”

  “Anything, yay.” He starts laughing, pulling out flour, spices, and eggs from a bag. “I’m going to hold you to that you know.”

  He pours the flour in a bowl, milk, eggs and spices in another. I’ve never been able to nail this, so I watch him. I love the way his muscles move as he mixes the ingredients as he whisks them around. His left side tightens as he stirs with his right, oh my gawd, so sexy as fuck him in his wife beater.

  “You look hott as you do that, I mean really hott.”

  “Do you have an apron?” He grins. “I need to wipe my hands but not on my shorts.”

  “Believe it or not, I think I have my grandmothers down in the bottom drawer with the towels and pot holders.”

  “Perfect, hey do me a favor, can you peel these potatoes for me. You do know how to peel a potato, right?”

  “Duh, born country dude.”

  “Then get on it already, you didn’t really think you were just gonna stand there and watch me did you?” I tie the apron at his back.

  “You’re a cocky fucker.” With that, I yank his pants down to his feet and start laughing but adoring the way his bubble butt peeks through the seams.

  “What are you doing??”

  “Enjoying the scenery, you look so damn sexy Griff, don’t pull them up.”

  He kicks his flip flops across the room and tosses his pants off to the side with one foot. God, I want to fuck him. To taste his delicious ass again, I can’t wait, but probably not a good idea with water boiling and hot grease on the stove.