Saving Grace (Loving Meadows Book 1)

by Mignon Mykel

  The head of my cock caught against Grace’s wet middle and I damn near came from that alone. The anticipation had me ready and raring to go. I reached down to hook one of her knees in my hand and as soon as I did, she wrapped her other leg around my hip.

  Next time, I’d play with her.

  Next time, I’d go down on her and take my time.

  Next time, I’d tease us both until we were nearly panting in need, her pussy begging for my cock to do more than sweep up and through her slits, but right now… Right now, I just needed to be in her wet heat.

  In an easy motion, as if this was something we did daily and didn’t have years between the events, I angled my hips and the head of my cock notched. With a sure thrust, I found home.

  Grace

  I didn’t have time to think about it. One moment, our bodies were simply aligned by way of their own, and the next, he was fully seated in me.

  I hadn’t completely realized it before, but I’d missed the fullness he brought me. Not just with him inside me, but him all over. I was surrounded by Sawyer and my body and mind were simply full.

  My hands travelled over the tight muscles of his stomach and chest, my fingers catching in the grooves. Sawyer’s hips stilled for a moment, but only so he could go down on a forearm, his body still incredibly close to mine. His hips started moving once again and he pressed soft open-mouthed kisses to my lips, one hand playing gently in my hair by my ear.

  Sex with Sawyer before had been more and this time was no different. Five years later, and it was as if our bodies remembered the other. There was no fumbling, no misaligned thrust met by a wayward pull. Our bodies moved in sync with one another in a sweet, slow rhythm.

  My hands traveled over his shoulders now, winding down the corded strength of his triceps, dipping into his elbows and sliding around, grasping the boney protrusion and hanging on. Sawyer pulled up just slightly, just enough that his chest wasn’t pushing down into mine anymore and instead allowing our chests to create a mind-numbing friction. The roughness of his sparse chest hair over my sensitive nipples, paired with his lips at my neck again, had me fighting to stay back from my orgasm.

  I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.

  But Sawyer had other ideas apparently. His hand found its way to my nipple and he squeezed gently, rolling the hardened peak between two fingers. He kept his chest close though, and with the gentle tightness with the friction at the top, I found it hard to stay back.

  “I’m gon—I’m gonna come, Soy,” I stuttered out. I needed to be closer to him.

  Letting go of his elbows, I wound my arms around his neck as his hips flexed and he drove into me, his hand trapped between our bodies and not letting up on the pressure he placed on my nipple. His grunts in my ear were heavy but my goodness, I loved them. He rolled his hips, eliciting a gasp to fall from my lips. He was thick and full in me, and when he pulled nearly all the way out, the bulbous head of his cock hit just the right nerve ending.

  I was close. So, so close.

  He pushed back into me, still holding me near. With his sweat dampened forehead now resting on me, his eyes peered into mine.

  “Come for me, sweetness. Come on, Gracie,” he said with his thrusts, now pulsing his fingers around my nipple in time with his hips. Again and again, he drove me higher and higher. I squeezed my eyes shut as I nearly reached the top.

  I love you.

  I love you, I love you, I love you.

  And when his mouth took mine, his tongue moving over mine in mimicking motions, finally I flew.

  Sawyer

  This time, when her body clenched and released around me, there was no holding back.

  With her arms wrapped around my neck and keeping my body pressed close, I whispered in her ear as my hips began their own ruthless rhythm. Hell, there was no rhythm. It was simply a race to the end.

  I had to get there. I had to get to the end.

  I wanted to get to the end. The end of this race had a prize and it was Grace.

  But shit. I had Grace.

  I wanted to drag this out. I wanted this to last all night and well into the morning. I didn’t want the afternoon to come knocking on the door.

  But the sooner I finished, the sooner we could begin again, and I had so many plans for this woman.

  Her body was still quaking below me, her thighs quivering around my hips. I wanted to watch her body shake next time. But first…

  I gently released my hold on her nipple which earned me another beautiful, breathy moan from my sweet Grace. I continued to whisper in her ear—words of how much I liked her body, how much I loved this moment, how badly I needed her—and quickly, I was at the finish line. I wanted to pull back, pull up and watch my cock disappear into her welcoming body as I found my release, but Grace wasn’t letting up.

  There was time for all that later.

  I wrapped my arms around her back, rolling us to our sides as I pounded my hips up into her two, three more times, the telltale tingle at my spine telling me I was just about there, until finally all that was left was the grunting breaths that came with my release. One completely involuntary thrust up into her and my own body was shaking and quaking and just like I held on to Grace tightly, she wasn’t letting go of me either.

  After a reflex thrust, the last of my cum left me but I didn’t want to leave the warmth of her body, the circle of her arms, quite yet. I buried my head into her shoulder and focused on breathing, both to catch my breath but to breathe her in. I couldn’t get enough of Grace and I needed her to fill all my senses.

  We lay in silence for who knew how long, when I started to worry that maybe Grace’s silence was her mind on overdrive again.

  Shit, my mind was on overdrive.

  I pulled away from her, reaching between our bodies to hold the condom in place as I reluctantly pulled out of her, and moved to stand beside the bed. Grace rolled onto her back and had her eyes closed, but she looked like a woman basking in afterglow, not worrying about could haves and should haves.

  “Shower?” I asked, needing to know this wasn’t over now that we’d both found release.

  She peeked open one eye, then the other, giving me the smile I needed right now. “Ok.”

  For the record, I had every intention of us simply saving water and getting cleaned up, but apparently I wasn’t the only one who remembered our one night five years ago and wanted a repeat performance—and then some.

  A sixty minute shower later, after the water chilled, I found myself back in Grace’s bed, between her legs, and my mouth on heaven.

  We lay in the quiet, the green digits on Grace’s alarm clock showing it was nearing midnight.

  I didn’t want this day to end.

  I was flying home tomorrow and who the hell knew how long it would be until I could see Grace again.

  I looked down at her, lying at my side. Her head was on her own pillow, but she had a hand on my chest and a leg draped over my knees while my arm was around her shoulders and keeping her near. I wanted this more than my next breath.

  “You’re thinking loudly,” Grace said, startling me. My quick jump had her opening her eyes and laughing up at me. “Didn’t mean to spook you.” She pushed against my chest to bring her lips to mine, kissing me lightly.

  “You didn’t.”

  “You jumped.” Her eyes were teasing and on mine, and I couldn’t help but smile at her.

  “Normal reflex.”

  “Sure, sure.” She got comfortable on her side again, taking a sleepy breath and letting it out slowly. I squeezed her to me once and let the pressure reside.

  “We’re gonna make this work,” I told her quietly. When she didn’t respond, I looked down at her once again. “We will.”

  Grace propped her chin on my chest and simply stared at me in the dark.

  Was she having doubts about us? Surely we worked past them all.

  “Ok,” she finally whispered into the dark.

  “Ok,” I repeated with a slight nod. Th
ere was nothing that could stop me from keeping Grace in my life, keeping her as mine.

  But then I recalled my earlier thoughts.

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  She nodded against my chest, her eyes still locked on mine.

  “Does Jeremy give you problems? With you breaking up with him?”

  She made a face and shook her head. “No. I haven’t heard from him.”

  “He seriously just let you go that easily?” I asked in disbelief, to which she shrugged.

  “I guess?”

  “No…weird voice mails or anything that struck you as odd?”

  I watched as she pondered that before she shook her head again. “No, not really.”

  Not really, she said. “What does that mean, ‘not really’?”

  “I’ve had a couple blocked number calls come in to Sweet Grace but I always have gotten those. Just figured they were telemarketers.”

  “Did the amount of calls go up since you broke up with him?”

  Again, she shrugged. “Maybe? What’s with the questions, Soy?”

  This time, it was me who shrugged. “Jeremy has never sat right with me. In my gut, I feel that something is off. I just want to be sure you’re going to be safe when I go back home.”

  Her smile told me she didn’t think she had anything to worry about. Then again, maybe I really didn’t.

  “I’ll be fine,” she told me before kissing me again, then whispered against my lips, “I have something more fun to do than worrying about exes.”

  My lips curled up against hers. “Yeah?”

  “Mmhmm.” She moved on top of me, her small body blanketing over mine. She rubbed her chest against mine, the friction, paired with her body, causing me cock to go rock hard in seconds. “Love me, Sawyer.”

  I do.

  Grace

  “Soy!” I whispered, shaking him awake. It was four in the morning and we had finally drifted to sleep an hour or so ago. Sawyer may not have been able to do back to back to back performances, but he was certainly good about making sure I got mine again and again.

  My little cottage home was now thoroughly christened, not a room untouched. After our shower, and after Sawyer proved to me that not all oral was created equal because no man had ever gone down on me the way Sawyer did, we made our way to the kitchen for food. The table and pantry door all found some loving tonight.

  As did the couch and hallway floor.

  The man turned me on like no other.

  We had finally found sleep but something jarred me awake. I wasn’t sure what had done it—until I heard a noise.

  There was someone in my house.

  “Sawyer!” I whispered again, trying to get him to wake up. Apparently the man slept like the dead.

  On a sleepy groan, Sawyer rolled toward me, his eyes still closed. “Yeah, babe?”

  “Wake up. There’s someone in the house,” I whispered again, slowly growing more and more frantic. If I had to, I’d use Sawyer’s gun. I glanced over at it sitting so innocently on my nightstand. I didn’t know a damn thing about them, but I would do it.

  I would.

  His yellow eyes opened and he squinted at me in the dark of the room. “In the house?” he repeated. I watched as he completely came to, all while I nodded at him. Just like that, Sawyer went from sleepy and sated, to super cop mode.

  He rolled out of bed, pulling on his jeans in record time and sliding his gun into the back of his waistband, sans the holster. I started to get out of bed too but he tossed his t-shirt at me and pointed. “Stay put.”

  Hurriedly, I pulled the shirt over my head, tucking it down by my hips. I was torn.

  I knew this is what Sawyer did, go after bad guys.

  But what if the guy had a gun? What if he didn’t pay attention and he shot Sawyer in the, in the…in the chest or something? Or worse, what if the shot was intentional?

  My mind a flurry of what ifs, I didn’t notice Sawyer round the bed and lean into me, framing me with his strong forearms on either side of my hips. “Turn off your worry, sweetness,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back. Call 9-1-1.”

  He pressed his lips to mine quickly and when he pulled back, I reached for my cell, bringing up the dial pad. Before Sawyer could leave the room though, before I could even dial the first ‘one,’ my bedroom door burst open, the wood of the jam splintering and the door itself crashing against the wall.

  I squeaked in surprise, dropping the phone in my lap. Sawyer reached behind him, his hand wrapping around his gun but not it from his waistband.

  “I knew it,” Jeremy sneered from the door frame. “I knew you were fucking him.”

  Sawyer

  I could practically hear Grace’s nerves rattle around the room. Jeremy’s loud entrance certainly didn’t help any.

  I held up a hand, keeping my other behind my back and on my gun. A quick perusal of Grace’s ex told me he had a gun of his own at his side, and his hand was trembling. The full moon outside the window gave just enough light to take him in. His eyes appeared to be heavy, likely bloodshot, and his breathing was rapid.

  The guy was high as a fucking kite and chose now to confront Grace, at four in the fucking morning.

  “Jeremy. Put your gun on the ground,” I demanded, one hand out still, and my voice calm. I had been in worse situations; I could get through this, no problem.

  He didn’t pay any attention to me. His gaze stayed locked on Grace and without looking over my shoulder at her, I knew she was shaking—I could feel it in the air.

  “I knew it. I knew it, I knew it, I fucking knew it!” he shouted, waving his gun around. If that went off and he shot Grace, I would go fucking ballistic on him.

  “Put. The gun. Down, Jeremy.”

  “Shut the fuck up!” He swung the gun in my direction and I could hear Grace stifle a sob behind me. “She was always so fucking cold and it was all your damn fault. The damn cop. The best friend’s brother. I knew it when I watched you staring at her. But Grace there was fucking oblivious to it. Oh, she wanted you, but she had no fucking clue you wanted her too.” He carelessly pointed the gun at me, then Grace, as he spoke of us. My hand tightened around my own gun, ready to pull it out if he so much as sneezed wrong. My reflexes were quick but fuck. Grace being here brought everything to a new height.

  I wasn’t going to fucking lose her the moment I finally got her. No way.

  “Jeremy, let’s talk about this. Put the gun down and let’s talk.” I wasn’t a hostage negotiator but even if I was, I didn’t think Jeremy would have any desire negotiating with me. Apparently what Grace thought was a clean break, really hadn’t been.

  “What brings you here, Jeremy?”

  “Don’t act like my fucking friend!” he yelled, the gun swinging in my direction again. “Grace brings me here. Grace does! And finding you here in her bed pisses me the fuck off.”

  “Jeremy—” Grace started from behind me. I wasn’t the praying type, but I prayed that whatever she said didn’t send Jeremy in a new rage.

  “Why him? Huh, Grace? Why the cop?” Jeremy asked her, his face falling as he regarded her. “What we had could’a been so, so good, sweetheart.”

  Hearing a version of what I called her, coming from another man’s lips? Yeah, didn’t do much for the ego. But I had to check that shit; right now, it was about keeping the situation under control until we could get help here to defuse the situation.

  “I know I haven’t always been the most supportive, but I was under a lot of pressure at work,” Jeremy went on.

  He wasn’t the most supportive? Did he not get the extent of what she went through, day after day, let alone during one of her more serious panic moments?

  Just like my first opinion of him, my opinion of him now wasn’t much higher than dirt level. The man put himself first and didn’t have much thought for those around him.

  He was still waving that damn gun around and I didn’t like it. I hoped Grace had at least gotten the call to 9-1-1 through; even
with keeping the line open, someone should come and check out the situation.

  I inched my gun out of the back of my pants, slowly lowering it to my side.

  “God, Grace,” Jeremy went on, his eyes pleading with her behind me. “When we met, you were so sweet and open. What happened, Grace? What happened to us?” Suddenly the sadness in his tone turned to a sneer. “You had to bring this fucker. And whatever he told you had you turning away. Well his opinion is shit.”

  And before I could register it happening, Jeremy’s gun went off.

  Grace

  There was blood. So much blood.

  “What did you do!” I yelled at Jeremy as I scrambled off the bed, running toward Sawyer’s crumpled form. I put my hands over the spreading redness, over the hole in Sawyer’s stomach, as tears I wasn’t aware I was crying fell down my cheeks.

  “It was an accident,” Jeremy said, his voice now an odd, confused tone as he dropped the gun to the ground. I flinched, expecting it to go off but it didn’t.

  He went from pissed, to kind, to malicious, to…this? What was wrong with him? He needed serious help but I didn’t give two shits. I could care less when the man I was in love with was bleeding out below me.

  I could see flashing blue and red lights outside my window. Apparently Jeremy saw them too, as he started to cry and apologize over and over again. I could hear as the police pushed through the front door, clearing the house as they made their way down to my room.

  I didn’t open my mouth though, in fear Jeremy might have another Jekyll and Hyde moment. Finally, the cops made it into the room. Under any other circumstance, I would be petrified at Sawyer and my state of undress but right now, I just needed him to be ok.

  God Sawyer, be ok.

  Jeremy went willingly with one of the cops and when another came over, he seemed to step back momentarily at the sight of Sawyer’s gun near his hand. I needed the man to move faster! Didn’t he realize Sawyer could be dying right now?