Chapter 16 – I Want You
Grady –
Maya unlocks the door and turns to look up at me. She threads her fingers through mine, giving me a small, almost shy smile, as she turns to walk into her house. I need no encouragement. I’d gladly follow her anywhere.
After sleeping with her the last couple nights, she’ll have to kick me out if she doesn’t want me. My obsession has reached a new level. I’m not sure what to think about this, so I’m choosing to ignore it.
Because really, I don’t give a fuck.
I want her.
She makes her way straight to her bedroom, and as much as I want to follow, I let her be. After a couple minutes, she calls, “Can I get you anything?”
“I’m good.” I open her fridge and grab a bottle of water. When I turn back, she’s standing in her doorway. Tonight, she’s wearing a pair of loose short shorts with another tank so small and thin, I have to force myself to focus on her light blue eyes, however, I can’t suppress my slow smile that creeps across my face. “You look comfortable.”
She bites her lip again, damn it, and that makes me lose my smile instantly, wanting nothing more than those lips on mine. And eventually, around my cock.
“Are you,” she pauses, “staying?”
I don’t say anything, and set my water on the counter before I go to her. After closing the distance, I reach for her hip, pulling her to me, and do exactly what I wanted. When my lips touch hers, I don’t waste a second before tasting her. Backing her into the door jamb, I deepen my kiss, pulling her bottom lip between mine. She arches, pressing her tits into my chest.
Shit, my resolve practically evaporates into thin air.
I pull away, seeing nothing but her flushed face, her eyes telling me she wants me when I point out, “Spent my morning doing Gentle Yoga while sitting in a chair, and the only reason I did it was so I could watch you move and stretch. After that, you electrocuted me again, and I drank coffee while the old ladies knitted, asking me every question under the sun. While you finished your work, I ate a low sodium lunch with nothing for dessert but Jell-O. If you think I’m leaving you now, you’re crazy.”
She smiles and it lights up her whole face. Sliding her hands up my arms, she ignores my rant about my new volunteer position and changes the subject. “Thank you for coming with me tonight. I really like everyone here, they’re different than anyone I’ve ever known. Did you have fun?”
Looking down at her eager face, I try to remember the last time I’ve done anything for fun, but don’t share that. “Not as much fun as I had watching you lead yoga, but yeah, I guess I had fun. Though, their Christmas tree sucks compared to yours.”
“Ours,” she corrects me, grinning and pushing me away to walk into her bedroom before she goes on sarcastically. “I agree. I think our tree rivals Rockefeller Center’s. It doesn’t remind me of Charlie Brown’s whatsoever.”
I follow as I start to unbutton my shirt while watching her put a knee to the bed, tagging a bottle off the bedside table on her way. She shifts and turns to sit, popping open the bottle and spreading lotion on her hands and arms. Dropping my shirt to the floor, I go to the button on my pants, wasting no time to get to her.
“If you say so.” I step out of my pants and watch her watching me.
When I flip the covers back, she crawls to the other side, and repeats what she’s said countless times over the last couple days. “I’ll pay you back for the airfare—both your ticket and mine. I really thought we could drive, but you’re saving me from missing another day of work.”
I shake my head, because if she has trouble making her rent, she’ll never be able to pay me back. “I told you it’s no big deal.”
“We’ll see,” she says, as I pull her into my arms. I dip my head into her neck to kiss her as she wraps herself around me, whispering, “Grady?”
“Hmm?”
Her hand comes to my head, fingering through my hair as I let my tongue slide down her collarbone. “I’m nervous about tomorrow. I mean, I want to see my brother and spend time with him, see that he’s okay, but I can’t stress enough how unpleasant my mother is to be around.”
I roll so I’m on top of her, but support most of my weight on my forearm above her head. “I’ve dealt with some really scary people in my day. I’m pretty sure I can handle your mom.”
“My mom is best friends with Weston’s mom. My dad is okay, but he’s distant and wrapped up in the world he’s created. Not to mention, Weston will be close. After the last week, that worries me.”
“Baby.” I lean down to kiss her softly before finishing. “This is why I’m coming with you. I don’t want you there by yourself, but you’ll be fine with me. I think I’ve already proven it with the Gentle Yoga, but I won’t leave you on your own until he’s taken down.”
“Speaking of.” She pauses and bites that damn lip again. “How come you won’t leave my side at the Ranch, but when I’m working in the tasting room, you don’t seem to care?”
I look down at her and sigh. I might as well tell her. Maybe it’ll make her feel better. “You know Crew owns the property next door and runs his business there, right?”
“Yeah.”
“His property is heavily secured. When Addy had her drama, Crew extended that security to her property. When you’re here, both at home and at work, you’re covered.”
“Covered?”
“Yeah. Covered.”
“Grady, I’ve lived in a heavily-secured property my entire life. I’m familiar with security systems and I don’t have one. What do you mean by covered?”
“Cameras, surveillance, motion detectors. It’s a good system. You’re safe.”
“And you’re still here?” She gives me a squeeze to reiterate her words.
I can’t help my voice from coming out rough. “I am. I’m here because I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
Her face relaxes and she finally whispers, “I’ve never wanted anyone to be here as much as I do you.”
Fuck, she’s killing me. I lean down to kiss her and roll us to our sides. Her hands land in my hair again and I can’t help but to run my own down her side, brushing her tit with my thumb on the way. When she gasps against my mouth, I move to her nipple, sweeping it back and forth across her tip, creating a deeper exhale this time. She pulls her head back to look at me, and her eyelids are heavy, but underneath, those light blue eyes are telling me what she wants.
When I palm her tit and lightly squeeze, I lose her eyes as a small moan sounds from low in her throat. I thought that moan was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard until I roll her nipple, making her arch her back, pressing her chest into my hand.
There’s no point fighting my dick getting hard, it’s already there, but tonight’s still not the night. Not for me anyway, but for her?
Absolutely.
There’s nothing I want more than to watch her fall apart by my touch.
Sliding my hand up her tank and touching her for the first time, her soft skin is more than I imagined. Her nipple is hard and when I give it a gentle twist, her arms convulse around me.
But I can’t drag my eyes away from her face. When I keep at her, massaging and teasing, she finally drags her eyes open and I say against her lips, “Don’t worry about the trip. I’ll be with you every second.”
She says nothing, but nods slightly.
“I need to touch you. I can’t wait another day.” I let go of her tit and run my hand down the side of her body.
“Holy shit,” she says on a quick exhale.
I don’t ask, but I’ll take that as a yes.
I run my hand down her spine and immediately slide my hand into the back of her shorts to only find skin. More soft, smooth skin.
“Maya,” I kiss her as I squeeze her bare ass, “have you been sleeping next to me commando?”
“Maybe.” Her voice is breathy as her hands grip my neck. When the next words come out of her mouth, I swear I hear a smile. “I guess you’ll never know.”
I yank my hand out of her pants to pull her knee over my hip. “Open up for me, baby.”
When I bring my hand up the back of her thigh to finally touch her, something I’ve been itching to do, her hand slides down my chest and lands on my dick.
I thought having her touch on my bare skin was incredible before, but her small hand grasping my raging hard-on is something else altogether.
Just when she slides her hand down to go for my balls, I catch her wrist to stop her. “Not tonight.”
“But,” she pulls her head back enough to look at me. “I want to touch you.”
“Maya,” I start as I direct her hand back up to my chest before returning mine to her thigh. “Your experience is limited, am I wrong?”
A small frown comes over her face and she doesn’t answer, but her silence is answer enough.
“I thought so.” I trail my hand up the back of her thigh, my touch so light, I feel the effect on her skin. “For tonight, I don’t want you stressed—I want you relaxed and rested. Tonight, I want to focus on you.”
“But what about you?” She presses herself into my hard cock.
“I’ll be fine. I have been since the day I laid eyes on you.” My finger trails up and it’s easy to find her with her shorts so loose. She’s spread wide, but I want more, and hitch my knee raising her leg higher.
When I touch her for the first time, the look on her face alone is worth the wait. Her lids close right before she presses her face into my neck. She’s turned on and wet, wanting my touch just as much as I want her. Sliding my fingers through her pussy, I tease her with barely a touch. “I like you opened wide for me, baby.”
She groans and I swear if her fingers could dig into my chest, they would.
I add more fingers, learning her body. She’s so wet for me, my touch glides through her easily. When she presses into my hand, I ask, “You gonna relax for me?”
I feel her exhale against my neck when she nods.
I slide a finger inside, doing my best to focus on her and not imagine the day I really get to make her mine, but it’s hard. Especially when she presses down on my hand wanting more. I add another finger and move slowly as I brush her clit with my thumb at the same time. I lift my knee farther, opening her more. With each slow slide of my fingers, it’s easy to feel her body heat as it’s pressed against mine.
When I add more pressure to her clit and move my fingers quicker, her body jerks, and I have to hold her tight to me with my other arm to keep her where I want her.
“Look at me.”
She drags her head up, her face flushed and her eyes heavy, but she manages. It’s at this moment, before she comes for me for the first time, that I decide.
I never want to look at another face again. I feel that in my gut and know it in my chest like I’ve never known anything else.
“I want you.” The words fall from my mouth before I can stop them.
She’s breathy, on the verge of coming in my arms when she says, “I told you I wanted to touch you, and I want—”
“No,” I stop her from speaking as I keep finger fucking her but take pressure off her clit. I’m not ready for her to come yet. “For my entire life, I’ve survived. Never have I stopped long enough to want anything, but I want you. More than anything else, I know this is right.”
“Grady,” she moans, pressing into my hand, wanting more, and I give it to her. I can’t wait another second.
It barely takes anything to push her over the edge, she falls, and she comes hard. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
When she slumps in my arms, trying to catch her breath, I run my hands up and down her back, and playing with the loose curls at the end of her hair. We lay like this, her body seeping into mine by the second, and just when I’m wondering when I can make this happen again just to see her face, she mumbles against my skin, “Triple chocolate.”
My hands stop. “What?”
She doesn’t move a muscle, but her words keep coming. “I’m gonna make you a triple chocolate cake with fudge icing and raspberry sauce—and not from a box. I’m gonna make you the good stuff, with two layers so you get extra icing.”
I smile into her hair. “Do I get cake every time I give you an orgasm? ‘Cause I can make that happen a lot.”
She lifts her head to give me her eyes—eyes that are sleepy, sated, and happy. Her face breaks into a small smile to match her eyes. “You’re sweet.”
I grin. “You’re just saying that ‘cause I let you feel me up.”
She barely pushes my shoulder. “Stop.”
“You stop,” I counter, pulling her body up mine so we’re face to face. “Don’t think you can bake me a cake just to get in my pants. I’m not that kind of guy.”
She starts laughing, her whole body shaking against mine.
“Now you’re not relaxed and I’m hungry for cake,” I say. “We have a trip tomorrow and I need to be on my game to deal with mobsters and your mother. I’m not sure which I’m most worried about.”
That seems to dampen her spirit, because she sighs and sinks into me again. “It’s a toss-up.”
“Go to sleep.”
We lay like this for a long time. So long, I think she must have dozed off when she shifts and whispers, “Grady?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I want you, too.”
That, I feel in my gut, my chest, and my cock.
I pull her up to face me and when I look into hers, I see it.
To confirm this, she nods with a hesitant smile. I kiss her, long and deep before we finally settle. After that, Maya really relaxes and falls into a deep sleep.
After fighting it for a few hours, I finally do, too.
Dreamless.