Chapter Eighteen
Emily
I hadn’t expected to do anything more than kiss that night. But after Terra put the thought in my head, it was hard to think of anything else. Still, even as we were walking into the house together, I thought that I wouldn’t do anything. It was only our second date, after all. And I wanted to first get to know him more. But that was the thing about our second date; I actually had gotten to know him. Grant had been as open with me as I had been with him. I’d told him things that I hadn’t told people before, and spoken about things that I hadn’t thought about in a very long time. And as he was walking around the house, I suddenly wanted nothing more than to be with him.
Without thinking, I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer. Kissing him again was even better than I remembered from the last time. He was much taller than me, so I pulled him down to the sofa, and as we fell, I landed on his lap. We laughed a little, but I didn’t get off. Instead, I just moved in closer. Sitting on his lap, I was now slightly taller than him, and I bent down to kiss him while running my hands through his jet black hair. I could feel him stirring beneath me, and the feel of his body against mine made me want more.
I pulled off my dress so that I was sitting in just my underwear, and then silently congratulated myself for wearing something pretty that night. Not that it would have mattered, because within seconds he had reached over and unclipped my bra. My small breasts were in line with his mouth, and I groaned as he licked each of my nipples. He pulled me in closer and sucked on my breast, then reached around and put his hands down my panties. I thought I was going to explode from the way he was making me feel. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I stood up and pulled down my panties. I was aware of his eyes on my body and wondered what he thought of my tattoos, which were now clearly visible to him. He licked his lips in an indication that he liked them, which gave me the confidence to instruct him to take his clothes off. He did so while I stood there and watched. I held my breath as his clothes fell off. I’d always known he would be lean and muscular, but I hadn’t realized how perfect he would look. I wanted to tell him, but I was too speechless to talk. He sat down, and I kneeled down in front of him.
I put him into my mouth and sucked. I could feel him shivering with pleasure. I waited until he was at the edge of coming before pulling away. Then I stood up and smiled down at him, waiting for his breathing to subside. If I let him inside me right then, the entire thing would be over. So I stood above him, and took his hand and placed it on my leg. His hand trailed up my leg until he reached between them. I opened up a little and let him touch me. Then I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel the pleasure rising up through my body. I liked that he was under me and that he was watching me. I liked the way he made me feel. I let him feel me until I could take it no more.
“Condom?” I asked breathlessly.
He nodded and fished one out of his wallet. He put it on, and I climbed back on top of him. I was so wet that he entered inside me quickly and easily. I gasped. Then I leaned in and kissed him. He held onto my waist as I moved up and down. The feeling of him inside me was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and when we came, we came together. He bit into my neck and cried out in pleasure. And when it was over, I looked at him and smiled, kissed him gently on the mouth, and climbed off of him.
I went to sit beside him, pulling a blanket up around us, and grinned at him.
“Wow,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen.”
“Neither was I.”
“So, you had no idea about Terra giving you the place for the night?” he asked.
“I had no idea. Didn’t you see how embarrassed I was?”
He chuckled. “Actually, yeah. I did. It was cute. You’re exceptionally cute when you’re shy. She’s a good friend.”
“Oh yes, she is,” I said, and the two of us laughed.
“You know, for someone that’s usually so sweet in shy, you really aren’t shy in the bedroom. Not that we’re in a bedroom,” he said as he looked around the living room. “But you know what I mean.”
“I guess not. I can’t help myself. I get very swept up in the moment. I mean, we didn’t even make it into the bedroom.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining. Trust me. You’re beautiful, Emily.”
I blushed. “Uh, thank you.”
He chuckled. “I love how you’re nervous now when earlier you were not shy at all. So, tattoos, huh? That was unexpected.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I was wondering what you would think of them. Not everyone likes tattoos. You’re probably someone who would have one more than me. I assume if someone had to guess between the two of us, they’d assume you had ink and I didn’t. And yet you have none, and I have two.” I loved the fact that we both had a side of us nobody knew about. I liked that we weren’t just what people assumed that we would be.
“Tell me about them,” he said as he trailed his fingers along my ribs. My body shivered at this touch.
“Well, this one is for my mother. She made the most amazing cupcakes in the world. I used to call her The Cupcake Queen. So I got this one designed in honor of her,” I said.
I loved that tattoo. It was a cartoon rendering of a woman in an apron, holding a cupcake which was larger than usual. The woman was wearing a crown. It was bright and colorful and everything that reminded me of my mother. Every time I looked at it, it made me smile.
“That’s amazing. I love it. That must’ve hurt,” he said. “I know the ribs are supposed to be so painful. And that is not exactly a small tattoo.”
I shrugged. “Not as much as losing her. I could handle this sort of pain any day. It was totally worth it. I smile every time I see it. My mother was not a typical mother. She would’ve loved this on me. And then, on my back,” I said and turned around. He ran his fingers over that tattoo also, and I smiled at the way he made me feel. “That’s for my gran. It’s the words from a passage in her diary that I loved so much.”
“Oh wow. It’s exquisite. Just like you.”
“Thank you. You know, even though my house burned down, I’ll always have these on my body to remind me of them. I actually never thought about that until now.”
“That’s a nice way of looking at it. You’re amazing, Emily.”
We sat and spoke for a while. I made us coffee, and we drank it naked on the sofa. Every now and again we’d stop and kiss. He was just so easy to talk to. When I started yawning, we decided to call it a night. We both put our clothes back on, and I walked him to the door.
“Thanks for a beautiful night, Emily.”
“Thank you for checking on the house,” I said and chuckled. “Uh, so next Saturday I’m moving into my new house.”
“You are? Do you need help? I don’t need to be at the ranch on a Saturday, and I’d love to be there.”
I grinned. “With those muscles, I couldn’t say no! I’d love that, Grant. Or Patriot. Hmm, I’m not sure which name is sexier?”
He bit his lip. “You find me sexy?”
“Are you kidding me? More than you realize.”
He leaned in and kissed me.
“Goodnight, Tattoo Girl.”
“Goodnight, Patriot.”