by Rye Hart
“Good,” I said.
Her eyes widened as I closed my mouth around her breast. I sucked on her pebbled nipple, watching as goosebumps trailed up her skin. She writhed underneath me as her head fell back to the pillow, her hair sprawling out over the bed. I licked over to her other nipple and clamped my teeth down onto it, tugging at it lightly and watched as her body arched into mine. My hand slid down her side. memorizing every curves. I trailed my hand down her body until I found her knee, then I allowed my lips to follow the trail I’d left behind.
A trail that led me right to her glistening pussy.
I lapped at the river of juices and watched her jump. She moaned in absolute pleasure, and it sent shivers down my spine. I slid my tongue between her thick thighs and went to work, feeling her fight against my hands. I pressed her knees open and exposed the whole of her to me as my tongue ran up and down her crevices. I sucked, and I flicked. I pressed into her entrance and felt her roll down onto my face. She coated my skin, cheek to cheek, and I couldn't get enough of her.
“Grant. Yes. Oh my—oh, my gosh. Don’t stop. Right there. Don’t move. It’s right there, Grant. It’s right there. Please! Oh, please!”
I growled into her pussy as she begged me not to stop. I licked from her asshole to her clit and pressed deeply into her, feeling her shiver as her teeth began to chatter. Her entire body shook beneath me as her pussy began to pulse, pushing more juices onto my tongue as I opened up for her offering. Her hands were fisting in the sheets, and her body was folded in half for me, and I could hear her gasping for breath as I swallowed all her juices down.
But if she thought I was going to give her a chance to breathe, she was wrong.
I rushed up her body and collided our lips together. Her hands wrapped around my neck as my cock pressed against her entrance. I pushed into her, fighting the way her pussy was throbbing and swelling as I buried myself between her legs. Her body was out of control. Her hands were raking through my hair, and her tongue was licking her taste off my skin. I reached down and tossed her leg over my shoulder, watching as her eyes widened.
I grinned down into her face as I reared up, my hands falling to her hips.
“Hang on,” I said.
I grabbed tightly onto her and fucked her with abandon. Her tits were jumping, and her mouth was puckered as mindless syllables fell from her lips. Fuck, Theresa felt amazing. Her pussy throbbing around me and my balls dripping with her juices. She was a river of sensation for me. She lay there like the beautiful princess she was and allowed my hands full rein of her form. I thrust deeply into her over and over again as she played with her tits.
Fuck. The scene was delightful.
I pulled out from between her legs and flipped her over. Her hips rose to me in the air, and she playfully jiggled her ass around. I growled as I grabbed her ass cheeks, massaging them and digging into them as I kicked her knees out farther. I slid between her legs and buried my dick into her, watching as her entire body shivered.
Watching as my hips bottomed out against her ass.
“You like that?” I asked. “You like giving in to me?”
“Always,” Theresa said breathlessly. “I’ll always like it.”
Her words shot me into an animalistic rage. I pounded into her body as my cock throbbed against her walls. She was moaning and whimpering as her hands pushed her body up from the bed. She reached for the headboard as I fucked her closer to it. She pressed her hands in and bucked back into me, meeting each thrust I dealt her body. My balls were slapping against her clit, and I could feel her body jumping. I saw goosebumps flood her back and a beautiful flush tinted her skin as her pussy clamped down on me.
“Grant. Grant. Yes. Oh. Shit. I’m going to come. It’s so fucking hot. I can’t—”
“Yes, you can baby, hold on for me,” I said.
I knew she had one more for me.
And I was going to pull it from her.
I reached down and wrapped my hand in the tendrils of her hair. I pulled her upright into my body, and we crashed back to the bed. Her back was pressed into me as I held her tightly, my heels planted into the bed. My cock plunged into her body from behind as we both stared at the ceiling, and I could feel her arousal running down my thighs, coating the bed below me as she met her end.
“Yes, Grant. I’m coming. Oh fuck, I’m coming! Don’t stop!”
The sounds of my cock diving in and out of her depths filled the room as her pussy exploded. I fucked her through her orgasm before I buried myself into her to my hilt. My teeth sank into her shoulder, and my hands massaged her tits, running my thumbs over their beautiful peaks as I unloaded. Pump after pump of cum coated her walls as she collapsed into me. Her head fell into the crook of my neck as the throbbing of her pussy pushed my cock from between her legs.
I rolled off to the side and carried her with me, then held her close as she shivered against my body.
She was panting. Gasping. Her hands found mine, and she threaded our fingers together. She slid her leg between my thighs and I trapped her between them, my body unable to let her go.
But as my breathing began to slow and my thoughts became more coherent, a thought came over me that nearly stole my breath.
Was I just leading her on?
I didn’t live here. My life wasn’t here. It had been years ago, but not any longer. And her life was nowhere else but here. Not to mention my best friend was her brother, and if Hollis ever found out he would kill me. Her father, too. Fuck, her father would probably slaughter me and hang my body from some flagpole as a sign of victory.
But did I really care? If I was being honest with myself, no. I didn’t. Hollis was my best friend, yes, but Theresa was more. She meant more to me than anyone else ever had. I couldn’t let her go. Not for anyone or anything. Hollis and Glen and everyone else be damned. I couldn’t let Theresa go. She felt like home, like the piece of me that had been missing for years. For the first time since I’d come into town, I no longer felt angry. As she nuzzled into my body, wiggling that beautiful ass of hers until I cradled her closer, I breathed in the scent of her. I felt my eyes drooping as my fingers danced along her beautiful breasts, pulling her tits to attention again as she giggled.
“If you’re not careful, we’ll get into trouble again,” Theresa said.
“There a problem with that?” I asked.
“Besides the fact that we aren’t at my place?”
I gave her breast one last squeeze before I placed a kiss on her shoulder.
“I have to go back to Boston for a few days.”
Theresa rolled over in my arms, and I already missed her leg between mine.
“Is that where you are now?” she asked.
“It is. My company is headquartered there.”
“Do you like it?”
“It suits me,” I said.
“When do you have to head out?”
“As soon as I can, honestly. I’ve put off a lot of work that needs to be done, and if I don’t get back and do it, I could be facing a serious disaster when I do decide to return.”
“Will you be back?” she asked.
I could see the fear in her eyes as she waited for my answer. I dipped down and pressed my lips to hers, feeling her sigh against me. She relaxed into me as my arm threaded around her waist, and I pulled her as close as I could get her.
“I’ll be back in a few days,” I said.
“You promise?” Theresa asked.
“I do. It’s just a few days. Plus, Hollis has been working way too much during my stay here. He owes me a couple of free days.”
I traced my fingertip along the edge of her forehead before I brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes. Eyes which showed hesitancy to believe me. I leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“I promise you, Theresa, I will be back. I will always be back for you,” I said.
She looked deeply into my eyes and studied me for a moment before nodding her head.
“Oka
y then. I’ll be waiting.”
CHAPTER 17
THERESA
I was excited to finally get some time with Jane. Grant had left for Boston, and I was on pins and needles for his return. I wanted to trust his promise. Despite being disappointed by the men in my life over and over again, I knew Grant would be different.
I found myself anxiously waiting for him to come back.
“So, what’s the big news?” Jane asked.
I embraced my best friend outside of our regular doughnut shop.
“Why does there have to be big news?” I asked.
“Because we always come to this place to get doughnuts when there is.”
“Correction. You always bring me to this place when there is.”
“Still, the precedent has been set. So, whatever it is, I want all the details.”
“You want the punchline or the whole story?” I asked.
“You know how I work. Punchline, let me stew, then story.”
“Great. Ready?” I asked.
“Hit me with it.”
“Grant and I hooked up twice, and now he’s promised to come back from Boston in a few days to see me.”
The look on her face was priceless.
Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped to the pavement. An earth-shattering squeal erupted from her throat as she threw her arms around me. She twirled me around in a circle before she backed up, then she raised her hands and started clapping for me.
“Thank you. Thank you. I’m here all night,” I said with a grin.
“You fucked Grant? Twice?” she asked.
“Come on. Doughnuts and coffee, then stories.”
The two of us placed our order, then went to sit in a corner booth. My family was well-known in the area, and the last thing I needed was someone overhearing Jane and I talking. If things got back around to my father—or worse, Hollis—it would not be good.
And I wanted things to stay good. I knew they would have to find out about us sooner or later, but I wasn’t quite ready for that fight just yet.
“Okay, start with the first encounter,” Jane said.
“You remember that first night we went drinking? When Ike and I broke things off and Hollis surprised us with Grant coming?”
“You did not. I told that man to take you home because you were drunk!”
“Don’t worry, I sobered up in his car. He even asked if I was sober enough to be making the decision. And then—it just happened.”
“It never just happens, Theresa. Details, girl. Details.”
“It was wonderful. And commanding. Jane, he picked me up and placed me into the wall. Like I weighed nothing.”
“Have you seen the muscles on that man’s body? That’s a stupid question. Never mind.”
I grinned as I took a bite of my food.
“So, what was it like? That first time?”
“Mesmerizing. Fantastic. Ike never made me feel that way. Ever. I had no control over the situation, and yet I inherently trusted him with everything. I knew Grant wouldn’t hurt me,” I said.
“What happened afterward?” she asked. “Did he stay?”
“We fell asleep on the floor together, yeah. And guess who showed up the next morning?”
“Holy shit. Does Hollis know?”
“I wouldn’t be living if Hollis knew. No, it was Ike.”
“Wait, you mean that tirade he went on about wanting you back?”
“Yeah. That argument. It was the morning after. Grant opened the door and everything. It was really bad, Jane.”
“Oh shit,” she said, giggling. “That’s a nasty mess.”
“It was. At first, Grant wanted to intervene, but I told him to go and that I would handle it. He didn’t want to leave at first, but I got him out of there and then I handled Ike once and for all.”
“Well, a good fuck will give you all kinds of confidence,” she grinned.
“I suppose that was part of it. But I think the fact that Grant treated me the way I wanted and deserved to be treated was what pushed me. I finally realized my strength was there all along, I just had to use it.”
“And use it you did. I still wish I could have been there when you physically threw that asshole out,” Jane said.
“It was pretty epic,” I agreed.
“Okay, so you said ‘a couple times’, when was the second time? Oh wait, was it when Hollis and he grabbed us at the bar that night?” she asked.
“No. He wouldn’t touch me that night because I was too drunk. I woke up the next morning pissed as hell and went to Hollis’ to give him a piece of my mind. That’s when it happened,’ I said.
“Wait, it happened at Hollis’ house? You fucked your brother’s best friend in his own house?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess I did,” I said, grinning. Jane’s jaw hit the floor, and I threw my head back in laughter.
“Who are you and what have you done with my Theresa?”
“I know, right? I mean, who the hell am I turning into?”
“Do you like it?” she asked. “This newfound rebellious streak?”
“I do,” I said. “I feel freer. Less restrained. More in control of my life.”
“That’s good. That’s a really good thing. But you know what I want.”
“Details. Yes. Well, he pulled me into Hollis’ house and carried me upstairs to the guest bedroom. I guess that’s where he was staying. And it was—”
I sighed as I took the last bite of my doughnut.
“That good, huh?”
“You have no idea. I can’t even explain it. I felt like I was on another planet.”
“Damn. That boy must have a big dick.”
“And a very skilled tongue,” I said, sighing.
Jane and I giggled as the two of us sipped on our coffee.
“I still can’t believe it sometimes,” I said.
“Believe what?” Jane asked.
“I’ve wanted to be with Grant since I was fifteen years old. And now? I’ve been with him twice, and he’s promising to come back and see me. It’s like a fairytale.”
“Then why do you look like you’re panicking?”
I felt my face fall as I looked down into my cup.
“What if he doesn’t come back?” I asked.
“He will, Theresa. He came back after all these years.”
“To see Hollis. Not me.”
“Don’t do this to yourself. You do it every time. Something good happens, and you find a way to doubt it. This is a good thing, Theresa. Where did new Theresa go?”
“But what if—?”
“No more what ifs. Embrace what’s going on in your life. Enjoy it. Ride it out. Even if this isn’t forever, has he given you any indication that he would lie about something like that?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“Then don’t doubt him now. Grant isn’t Ike.”
I sighed as I nodded my head. I knew she was right. I was holding Grant to Ike’s standard, and he was so much better than that. I smiled at Jane, and she relaxed in her chair before her eyes fell to her watch.
“Shit. We’re late.”
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Almost two.”
“Shit. I’m very late,” I said.
“Come on. I’ll give you a lift back to work.”
“Thanks, I almost forgot I walked over here,” I said.
Jane took me back to my father’s office before her hand fell to my wrist. My eyes whipped over to her, and I knew she could see right through me. I reached over and hugged her, knowing I was in for a good scolding by my father when I got inside.
“If he said he’d be back, he’ll be back.”
“Thanks,” I said, whispering.
I got out of the car with my coffee in hand and waved her off, then I drew in a deep breath and started for my desk. There was a line of people waiting to be checked in, and I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
My father was going to be livid.
He
’d had always run a very tight ship when it had come to his office. He didn’t like his patients waiting any longer than was absolutely necessary and he rode his office staff hard about that. Even though he’d softened a bit since Mom’s passing, that was one thing that had never changed. My ass didn’t even hit the seat before I heard his voice around the corner.
“Theresa? A word?”
I looked up at the line of people waiting to check in, and I slid a clipboard their way. They could jot down their information, and I’d sign them in for their appointments as soon as I got back. I apologized with my eyes then headed to see my father. He was sitting with his back to me in his office chair.
“Come in and shut the door.”
His voice was filled with disappointment and my stomach flipped in on itself.
“Why have you been acting out lately?”
I furrowed my brow at his question.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” I said.
“You do, so save the act because you’re late from lunch and you have work to do. I’ll ask you again. Why have you been acting out?”
He turned his chair around to me as his eyes connected with mine.
“Do you need examples?”
“To define what you mean by ‘acting out,’ yes,” I said.
“Getting drunk in public with Jane. Needing your brother to pry men off you in a bar. Coming back late from lunch. I know you know how all of this reflects on me and my business. So why are you doing it?”
I clenched my jaw as I clasped my hands behind my back.
“I’m a responsible adult,” I said.
“You’re not acting like one.”
“Because I’m not following your rules? I don’t live with you, Dad. You’re my boss. And a boss wouldn't have a say in what his employees were doing on their off-time.”
“Unless it reflected badly on his company. And your actions reflect badly on my business.”
“Because I’m your daughter. But if I were an employee who was unrelated to you, this wouldn’t be an issue. You wouldn’t even care.”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t. But I do care because you are my daughter, so I demand an answer. What the hell has gotten into you?”
“I pay my bills, and I never miss work. This is the first time I have ever been late in the four years I’ve worked for you. I don’t take an ounce of vacation unless it’s for the family vacation, and I don’t live with you. Haven’t for years. I’m not tethered to you financially other than an employee would be with a boss.”
