Mister Diamond

by Chance Carter

  “Did you miss me, girly?” he said, leaning back. Speechless, Joss just nodded, still amazed he was actually there.

  “Come on,” he said, leading her up the path, “let’s crack open the bubbly. We have a lot to celebrate.

  Chapter 33

  They celebrated for hours, eating, drinking, laughing and loving one another. Aside from their new, fancy digs, it was like they’d never even left.

  “So what do you say, gents. Do you think I could steal Joss away for a bit?” Grant asked, directing his question to Charlie. It was becoming apparent to Joss that Charlie was, once again, falling into the role alpha. It wasn’t surprising really, out of all the men, Charlie was the calmest, the most rational, always looking out for everyone’s best interests. Especially hers.

  Charlie looked at Joss thoughtfully, gauging her reaction. She did want some time alone with Grant. He’d left her with the most questions.

  “I was just going to bed anyway,” Charlie agreed, satisfied with her smile. She was expecting an awkward silence but the others just grinned and nodded their approvals, easily working through what could have been a potentially uncomfortable request.

  “Why don’t you take the dinghy back to the yacht,” Charlie suggested, tossing Joss a wink.

  “And bring the corkscrew when you come back,” Ryan smirked, knowing full well they wouldn’t be back.

  “Don’t wait up,” Grant chuckled, offering Joss his hand. She giggled softly, hoping her blush wasn’t too obvious. “What do you say, girly. Shall we?”

  She glanced at the others, looking for any signs of discomfort, but they just smiled at her and said goodnight, teasing in the familiar way they used to. Satisfied, she took Grant’s hand, allowing him to lead her outside.

  In spite of the darkness they safely arrived without issue, the lights from the yacht acting as a beacon. Once on board, Grant found the liquor cabinet and poured them each a glass of cognac before settling down on the sofa.

  “Now this is one thing I missed while we were stranded,” he admitted, swirling the amber liquid inside the expensive crystal. “At least this time we’re doing it in style. Look at this freaking place.”

  “It’s pretty spectacular,” Joss agreed, sipping her cognac. It burned her throat, deliciously adding to her arousal. Admittedly, being around the boys had worked her up nicely, flirting and teasing with her the whole night, but she couldn’t get her mind off of Grant. She’d wanted him since that night in the jungle, when they finally let down their guard.

  “I guess you might be wondering why I came back?” he asked, regarding her curiously. She shrugged her shoulders, playfully feigning indifference.

  “Not at all...”

  “Is that right?” he chuckled, tickling her under the ribs, making her squirm.

  “Of course not,” she laughed, slapping his hand away. She hated that she was so ticklish but loved the flirting.

  “I honestly wasn’t sure I’d be back,” he offered, a little more seriously. “When I got Grant’s message I had such mixed feelings about it.”

  “How so?” Joss asked, matching his sincerity.

  “I’ve been miserable since we parted ways...”

  Joss raised her brows, wordlessly doubting him.

  “No, it’s true,” he continued. “I’ve always been a loner, you know that. Never really bothered me, I liked being alone, but after we left the island, everything changed. My house seemed too fucking quiet, you know? I guess I got used to the constant chatter, the bantering, the nagging...” he teased, his eyes challenging her playfully.

  “I never nagged!” Joss laughed, shoving him playfully.

  “I meant in general, but funny how you thought I meant you,” he said. He loved getting a rise from her.

  “You’re such a dick...”

  “You love me,” he groaned, accepting her playful punch. Joss cocked her head and smiled, her expression turning serious.

  “I do love you,” she whispered, her eyes taking him in. She desperately wanted him to kiss her, once and for all, like he did in her dream that rainy night. He stared back at her, as though he wanted the kiss her too, as if he wanted more.

  “I know. That’s why I came back. I was afraid, Joss. I came up with dozens of excuses not to come, but every single one of them meant I’d never see you again and that seemed to frighten me more. The longer we were apart the more I realized that I couldn’t live without you, even if it meant that I had to share you,” he confessed, reaching for her hand. “I finally realized I could live with that part.

  “Really?” Her insides oozed like warm liquid, melting from the words she’d been longing to hear.

  He nodded, caressing her finger tips seductively, “I lost my first love, Joss and it nearly killed me. I don’t want to lose my last love too.”

  Grant leaned in and kissed her, tentatively exploring her mouth as though waiting to see if their chemistry matched his feelings. She leaned into him, parting her mouth for his tongue, inviting him to be vulnerable with her, to trust that he made the right decision. He moaned softly, knitting his fingers into her hair and pressed himself against her. His kiss was everything she’d imagined it would be, hot, passionate, perfect, just like in her dream.

  “I love you, Joss,” he choked, his hands fumbling with her blouse. “I’ve wanted you so long.”

  “Me too,” she confessed, pulling his t-shirt over his head, “I dreamt you kissed me in the jungle...that night.”

  “I did,” he confessed, pulling her in for another kiss.

  He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, tossing her playfully on the bed. He pulled off her blouse and threw it aside, nearly knocking the small lamp off the bedside table. He kissed her again, smothering her giggles.

  “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he moaned, his hard cock pressing against her. She spread her legs, inviting him to feel the heat between her thighs, her desperate need.

  “What do you say we get rid of these clothes?” he suggested, pulling at the button of her shorts. She smiled up at him and nodded, raising her ass so he could peel them down.

  He kissed her stomach, gently tonguing her belly button, trailing his wetness towards her pussy. She was completely lost in the moment, her body submitting to the seduction, his touch setting off a series of silent little quivers, a teaser of the quake to come. He spread her legs wider, exposing her beautiful folds, blowing his breath on her clit. The cool air felt like feathers, gently stroking her tender flesh. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and she was certain that sexy little maneuver alone could make her cum. He plunged his tongue inside her, playing her like an instrument, every flick, every nibble, making her sing like a siren, encouraging delightful notes of pleasure from her.

  Her sensual moans ignited him, stimulating his senses, compelling him to uncover every pleasure point he could find. He’d never been with a woman that made him feel that way. He spread her lips apart with two shaking fingers, exposing her sex; pink, engorged, glistening with need, and kissed her, sucking gently on her swollen button. With every whimper, every sigh, she was teaching him how to please her, and he was so eager to learn. Joss pressed herself against his lips, writhing with every pass of his tongue.

  “Oh God,” she cried, blindly clutching the sheets with her fingers, balling the fabric between her fists. Her body bucked under his tongue, the stubble on his unshaven face fiery against the wings of her shaved labia. Her orgasm burned in her centre, aching for release. Grant easily slipped his fingers into her pussy, meticulously searching for her little almond g-spot. She sucked in her breath, her eyes opening wide, as pleasure swept through her body, intensifying as his fingers ruthlessly milked her.

  “Touch yourself, my love,” he commanded, thrusting his fingers in and out of her. “Rub your clit for me.”

  Joss hesitated for a moment, curiously turned on by the request. “Do it,” he panted, his fingers not letting up their sensual assault. She rested her hand on the curve of her stomach, t
racing her fingers to her mound, until she felt the wetness of her pussy.

  “Oh yes, that’s it. I love a dirty girl,” he panted, both of them working in unison to make her cum. She could feel the pressure of his fingers, pushing against her hand from the inside. It was a sensation like no other. She threw her head back and called out his name, shaking as a climax ripped through her body, her hot juices pooling beneath her.

  Smiling, he raised himself on his two strong arms, quite pleased with himself. She grinned back, draping the heavy limb of her arm over her eyes, trying to catch her breath. He crawled up her body, kissing her curves on the way up to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on the perky bud, strictly for his own enjoyment. His moan vibrated through her, sending shivers up her spine. She raised her arm, peeking at him through the gap. His boyish eagerness made her giggle and he glanced up at her and tossed her that charming, Aussie grin she had come to love.

  “How was that, girly?” He asked, pressing himself against her, his hard cock resting between her legs.

  “It wasn’t bad,” she teased, drawing a raised brow from him.

  “Is that so?” he growled, using one strong hand to force her arms over her head. Her eyes flew open, excited by his sudden, sexy aggression.

  “I’m sure with a little practice you’ll get much better,” she giggled. He used his free hand to tickle her armpit, laughing while she squealed beneath him.

  “God, you’re a cheeky wench. I might have to use that sassy mouth of yours for something else.”

  “Hmm, that could be fun,” she purred, licking his chin with her tongue.

  Grant rolled off and kneeled beside her, lacing his fingers through her blond locks. He raised her up on her knees, gently pulling her by the hair. She fell into his kiss, enjoying their aggressive little game. She sucked on his tongue, tormenting him, tasting the spicy remnants of her earlier pleasure. As appetizing as it was, she fancied something meatier.

  She rolled off the bed, encouraging him to sit on the edge of the mattress, and crouched at his feet. Her eyes raised to meet his, and she smiled wickedly at him before taking him in her mouth, digging her nails into his thighs.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, pulling his breath in sharply. His cock jerked eagerly in her mouth, hinting at his penchant for pain.

  She had to admit, it secretly gave her a thrill and made her wonder what other naughty things she could do with him. She stared up at him while she sucked him off, instinctively knowing how much it excited him. He did his best not to choke her, but his cock was huge. She had barely swallowed half of him and still it hit the back of her throat. She pulled her mouth up the shaft, quickly swallowing him again, over and over, his salty pre-cum icing her tongue. She wanted to watch him cum, to feel his hot seed exploding down her throat. He was close, his body rocking to her rhythms, the muscles in his strong thighs tensing with pleasure.

  “No,” he breathed, reluctantly slipping out her mouth, “I want us to cum together.”

  He raised her to her feet, plunging his tongue into her mouth, kissing her like he wanted to consume her. She pressed her body against him, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. Grinning, he lifted her off her feet, and spun her around, dropping them both onto the disheveled sheets. She felt his muscles ripple above her as he positioned himself to take her.

  “Tell me what you want,” he panted, holding her wrist over her head. She shook her head saucily, egging him on. He kissed her, hard, pushing his cock against her folds.

  “Tell me,” he hissed, playfully sadistic.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered, holding her breath in anticipation. “Louder,” he teased, fucking her with his eyes, “beg me.”

  Joss sucked in air, certain she would cum just from listening his commanding words, her body trembling beneath the weight of him.

  “Please, please...” she begged, pushing her cunt against him.

  “Do you want me?”

  “God, yes,” she cried.

  He rewarded her honesty with his kiss, spreading her thighs with his own, then forced his cock inside her. She raised her hips for him, encouraging him deeper. He fucked her slowly, his beautiful cock tight inside her pussy. He released her wrists, preferring instead to cradle her head, loving her with his kisses. Joss wrapped her fingers around his hips and held him tightly against her, the glorious friction enticing out another orgasm.

  He sensed she was cumming and raised himself to his knees, lifting her onto his cock. Moaning her approval, Joss knit her fingers in his hair, their eyes drinking each other in. “I want you, Joss,” he growled, slipping his free hand between her legs. He stroked her pussy while she rode him, teasing out her pleasure with just the right amount of pressure.

  “You’re mine,” he promised, his accent hot against her ear, just as she came again. She pulled him closer, trembling on his cock, her orgasm savagely ripping through her. Grant kissed her again, as though trying to absorb every ounce of her essence, his cock pulsating inside her. She slid herself up and down his shaft until his body tensed beneath her. He buried his head in her neck, moaning her name, as he pumped his seed inside her.

  Chapter 34

  Joss and Grant walked hand in hand up the dock, stopping at the front door of the cottage. He placed his hand over hers just as it reached for the handle. Gently spinning her around, he gave her a kiss, his hands resting in the small of her back. Joss wasn’t much of a swooner, but Grant knew how to weaken her knees.

  “To hold you over until next time,” he said, slowly pulling out of their kiss. “I appreciate that,” she giggled, cupping her hand over his cock.

  “Keep that up and it might be sooner than you think. I’ll fuck you right here on this porch.”

  “That was to hold you over till next time,” she sassed, opening the front door.

  Everyone was awake, bustling about the kitchen, the smell of bacon permeating the air. Charlie was at the stove preparing their breakfast while the rest of the guys were busy setting the table and cleaning up. Joss walked over to Charlie and put an arm around him, resting her head against his shoulder. He looked down at her and smiled, reading her face.

  “You look happy,” he observed, popping a piece of bacon into her mouth.

  “I am,” she said, trying not to talk with her mouth full.

  “Good,” he answered warmly, kissing her on the forehead. “It looks like today is going to be a beautiful day.”

  “It does. I thought I’d go for a hike. Have you been up the embankment yet? Or seen the waterfall?”

  “I have not,” he admitted, raising a brow. “Maybe we could all go for a hike later, enjoy the nice weather.”

  “I’d like that,” Joss smiled, stealing another piece of bacon.

  “Did you bring the corkscrew back?” Ryan asked cheekily, directing his question to Grant.

  “Oh, sorry mate, I forgot,” Grant smirked, not sorry at all.

  “You had one job,” Ryan teased, throwing a tea towel at him.

  “Yeah I did, mate, and I did it well, didn’t I, Joss?”

  Joss sucked in her breath, unsure how his humor would land on them. But her worrying proved unnecessary. They just rolled their eyes and groaned at him, their good-natured laughter filling their home.

  She lovingly looked at each of them, gratitude filling her heart. She didn’t know what the future would hold, and in that moment she didn’t care. All was right in their world.

  She was a queen in her castle, surrounded by her kings.

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