Chapter 27 – Orgasm Purgatory
Maya –
The last week has been surreal. But it’s been surreal because it’s been normal.
I haven’t had normal in a long time.
When I get right down to it, I’m not sure I’ve ever had normal. I know I didn’t grow up normal, and running away from the mob and my ex-fiancé was anything but. And being engaged so quickly to a man I creeped on is definitely not normal.
No one is after me because they’re all in jail. Grady spoke to our new undercover FBI friend a couple of times since last week. Eli assured us they have enough charges on the MacLachlans and the rest of the higher ups, they’ll all remain in jail while awaiting trial. He also added they have enough charges stacked up against them that I should be safe roaming the countryside until I’m at least eighty.
I’m free to come and go, work, and even socialize without having to look over my shoulder. It’s seriously been a strange sensation.
It took a whole week, but Grady finally convinced me to give notice at Whitetail. I knew in my heart I’d have to give up that job eventually, but actually telling Addy I would only be able to work for two more weeks was hard. I know they’ll be shorthanded until she can hire someone else but, as always, Addy was gracious and didn’t make me feel bad.
She grabbed my hands and smiled big. “I wondered what was taking you so long. You have a houseful of furniture being delivered later today and you’re getting married—you have no business working seven days a week anymore. I’m happy for you, and I’m super happy we’ll still be neighbors. You’ll be here drinking wine all the time anyway, I won’t even know you’re gone.”
She then proceeded to make sure Grady and I were still coming to her farmhouse for Christmas dinner.
Well, that’s done.
Addy’s right. We do have furniture being delivered today. Grady dragged me out every free hour we’ve had over the last week to shop. It might seem like a houseful of furniture is being delivered, but it’s really not. That’s because the house that Grady bought across the street from Whitetail is pretty big. Don’t get me wrong, it’s no mansion, and this makes me happy. I love it so much I can’t ever imagine wanting to live anywhere else. So today, furniture is coming for the family room and master bedroom. That took long enough to pick out, the rest will have to wait.
The property is beautiful and goes on forever. However, I have no idea what we’ll do with the barns. The previous owners bred horses, so they’re quite fancy as far as barns go. Grady keeps teasing me that he’s going to buy me some cows. I hope he’s not serious.
I just got off early from my shift at Whitetail and I’m on my way to pick up Grady at Crew’s house. Winter has officially arrived in Virginia, and the recent snow will give us a white Christmas.
As I pull onto Crew’s property, it’s still hard to believe what they do here. Grady has answered all my questions, and doesn’t pretend he’s not relieved I didn’t freak out and leave him after he told me. I explained it just needed to sink in, but over the last week, I’ve come to find what he did fascinating. Now I have a million questions about what they do to train their up-and-coming replacements.
Grady felt guilty for being away from Crew’s operation for so long and wants to dive in to make up for his long absence. He explained how some of their recruits are ready to start working on their own.
I park outside the barn where I dropped him off this morning and decide I want to see it firsthand. When I get out of the car and walk to the door of the barn, I pull it open, but I’m stopped in my tracks.
Holy shit, I cannot believe the sight in front of me.
“Grady!”
Crew’s standing there with his arms crossed, grinning, not at all surprised to see me. He says nothing, but he does look up to Grady. “Man, I told you she was here.”
I step into the warm barn, slamming the door behind me and exclaim, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Grady doesn’t answer and I can’t see his face. He’s got his back to me, with no shirt on, every muscle in his back and arms are taut. He’s doing pull-up after pull-up, but not just that, his legs are bent at the knees where he’s holding a barbell steady with enormous plates on each end. Who knows how much weight he’s lifting besides his own. All I know is any pull-up is bad for his shoulder and these are worse.
“Grady, stop!”
He listens this time and drops enough to hang from the bar, but doesn’t let go. Crew steps forward and lifts the barbell before Grady drops his legs the rest of the way and falls to his feet. All he has on is a pair of loose athletic shorts hanging low on his hips and a pair of tennis shoes. It’s clear to see he’s been working out well beyond what I just witnessed.
But looking at him here, mostly bare, with his muscles taut, and skin glistening with sweat—I struggle to hang on to my irritation. If possible, he’s more beautiful than ever, and this makes my panties wet.
He’s breathing heavy from the workout he should not be doing and grins. “You ready to go?”
I shift in my snow boots and cross my arms, trying to pretend I’m not affected by … all of him. I toss my hand out between us. “You shouldn’t be doing any of that. You’ll reinjure your joint.”
He looks unapologetic when he keeps on grinning. “I’m fine. It feels good, thanks to my physical therapist.”
“Speaking of,” Crew butts in, grinning almost as big as Grady. “You never billed me.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Honestly.”
Grady bends and tags his shirt off the floor and starts for me. When he gets close, he puts his hand to my lower back and pulls me in for a kiss. “Let’s go. I’m anxious for furniture, and since all we own are clothes, moving in will take less than fifteen minutes.”
“See you tomorrow,” Crew calls, as we walk out through the snow to Grady’s Escalade.
Truth be told, I’m looking forward to furniture, too, but I’m really looking forward to starting a life with Grady.
*****
Grady takes my hand and pulls me out of the kitchen. “We can finish this tomorrow.”
After the furniture was delivered, Grady was on a mission. He loaded me up again and we headed for Target. When we got there, he pushed a cart my way and told me we were to divide and conquer.
I was told my mission was simple—buy “shit to sleep on and shit to eat off of.”
I grinned and asked if he was serious. The look on his face told me how serious he was, right before he told me to hurry.
But I didn’t hurry. I reached up and gave him a kiss before turning to Starbucks. I needed a coffee and he, of course, headed for the food.
Since we got home, we’ve been washing new sheets and towels in our new washer and dryer, setting up our bedroom, putting dishes away, and eating. Grady even bought me four bags of the Flamin’ Hot Fritos.
Now it seems he’s tired of setting up house. He leads me through the family room to our new bedroom.
“I was almost done,” I say as we round the corner where our new bed, mattress, and other furniture fill the room. Even with the room full, it still feels empty and I make a mental note that we need stuff to hang on the walls.
Grady moves to the side of the bed and turns. There, he pulls me to him and his hands instantly come to the hem of my shirt. After he lifts it up and over my head, his eyes are heated. “Time to break in our new bed.”
Even if I feel that between my legs, it reminds me of earlier when I walked in on him working out in the barn. I run my hands over his arms and shoulders. “I’m still upset about the pull-ups no matter how hot it was.”
He smirks. “You liked that?”
I bite my lip and my eyes go big. “There was a lot to like. But you still shouldn’t put that much strain on your joint yet. You could’ve at least started with normal pull-ups, not the super-uber-strongman kind.”
His fingers start to work the button and zipper on my jeans, making quick work of taking them off. “I have been doing the normal ones. I had to work up to the weights, it’s been a while.”
I step out of my jeans and kick them to the side at the same time I give him a little push, only it was just for effect. It didn’t move him an inch. “How long have you been working out like that?”
Reaching around my back, he efficiently pops my bra. “Long enough. But trust me, I’m fine. I know my body.”
“I’m the physical therapist. I think I know better than you what your body is ready for.”
Grady pushes my panties down until they’re lying on the rest of my discarded clothes on our brand-new area rug. He’s just undressed me in record time.
“If you know my body better than me, then I’m determined to know yours better than you.” He leans down to kiss me as he twists my nipples, creating sensations in my lower belly that shoot straight between my legs. I rub my thighs together, because if I thought I was wet before, now I’m soaked.
When he releases my lips, I open my eyes and ask about his state of dress compared to my state of nakedness, “Are you not joining me?”
His hand runs down my tummy and his fingers slide easily between my legs, making my eyes heavy. “See? I knew you’d be wet. I’m getting to know your body better every day.”
I exhale and am forced to find my voice to point out, “If you told me to do something in my best interest, I’d listen to you.”
“You about done talking, baby? I’m in the mood to play with you. Trust me, it’ll be in your best interest.”
I shake my head at him, giving in, and he sees it. He grins as he takes a step back and sits on the side of our new bed, holding his hand out. “Come here.”
I put my hand in his and step toward him where he pulls me between his legs. His hands go straight to my ass and his lips straight to my nipple. I press myself into him as I moan and feel him squeeze me in his big hands.
He rolls his tongue around my nipple right before he pulls it between his teeth, biting down just enough for me to feel it everywhere.
I close my eyes and let my head fall back to enjoy every second of it, because I know with every ounce of my being that Grady would never hurt me. I feel it every time his eyes land on me, every time he touches me, and every time he tells me he loves me.
Every. Single. Time.
He sucks me into his mouth one more time before releasing me with a pop. His hands make their way up and down my ass and thighs when he looks up to me. His expression is heated, his eyes warm, and his voice heavy when he asks, “You gonna let me play?”
Oh.
I’ve lost my voice. Instead, I nod.
“Turn around, Maya.”
I close my eyes, but I turn.
Still standing between his legs, his hands start to move lightly on me. I lean back into him and melt.
“This is where it begins.”
I moan when he brushes a light finger over my clit, and I spread my legs just enough to let him know I want more.
“You saved me when we lived across the street, but this is a new start. From here on out, it’ll be nothing but good.” His fingers go from light on my clit to firmly cupping me between my legs, and his other hand squeezes my hip. “Sit.”
I do as he says and lower my ass into his lap. It’s easy to feel his hard, thick cock through his jeans, and knowing that’s all for me—forever mine—I sink back into his chest.
His face comes to the side of mine and when his lips touch my ear, he whispers, “I’ll make sure this is good.” His hand comes up to my lower belly, making my breath catch, and he presses in. “For us.”
I turn my face and put my lips on his. Once I made my decision, I have never doubted it. I know life with Grady is going to be good.
His hands slide down my body to my thighs. When they reach my knees, he pulls my legs apart to straddle his.
Then he spreads his legs—spreading me.
I exhale as my head falls back to his shoulder.
His voice is as smooth as his fingers running through the wet between my legs. “There you go.”
Not knowing where to put my hands, I grasp his thighs below me. The more he touches me, the firmer I grip. His hand roams—teasing, massaging, and even twisting my nipples. All the while, his other one never stops its constant torture on my clit.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he was in the mood to play.
When he spreads his legs even farther, really far, he whispers in my ear, “I just decided I’m a big supporter of yoga.”
I’d laugh if I could, but I can’t. Instead, I exhale loudly and arch my back for more of his touch.
“You like that.”
Oh, I do, but I don’t answer. It obviously wasn’t a question, I’m pretty sure he knows I like it. His fingers continue to tease, until finally, one fills me. Deliciously and divinely.
“Please,” I whisper, doing my best to press into his hand, but his other arm drops to my waist to hold me tight.
“You want more?” he asks.
“Yes.” I nod at the same time the word falls from my lips, trying to relay how much I want more. I really want more. Hell, I want more so much, I can’t even think straight.
Then perfectly, just like my Grady has been since the day I first worked on his shoulder, he gives me what I need.
He gives me another finger and more pressure on my clit. But he also holds me tighter, angling an arm up to cup my breast possessively.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
My body is humming from head to toe as he teases me, giving me more, then less, evilly delaying my imminent orgasm, leaving me hanging in the balance of the most beautiful purgatory ever.
Orgasm purgatory—it’s like walking a sexual tightrope that only Grady can balance.
One of my hands comes up to the side of his face when I beg, “Grady, baby, please.”
“Hmm,” he breathes in as he puts his lips to my neck. “Love you, Maya.”
Then he really finger fucks me while giving my clit more pressure. I gasp and arch and call out for him. All the while he holds me tight.
And finally, I’m consumed.
When I lose his hand between my legs, I feel myself going up. He turns and the next thing I know, he’s laying me face down on the bed. I’ve barely had a chance to catch my breath when I feel Grady pull my hips up until I’m on my knees, he instantly fills me from behind. “Oh, yes.”
He’s surrounding me from above, enveloping me where I feel him everywhere as he starts to move. He doesn’t take his time as he did when he was in the mood to play. I feel his need as he pounds into me.
“Never felt this,” he growls into my ear where he’s hovering. “Never get enough of you.”
“I hope you never do,” I breathe and arch my back. “Love you, too, baby.”
As if my words lit a fire in him, he moves, and I feel every muscle in his body as he makes me his. I’ll always be his.
When he finally comes, thrusting into me the last time, I feel his body tense over mine. Totally spent, I let my knees slide out from under me and he follows, staying connected.
After many moments, I feel his breath finally even, and turn my head. “Grady?”
He kisses my forehead. “Hmm?”
I exhale. I’m not sure now is the time, but if it’s not, I have no idea what will be. Today has been busy. But now, being connected as we are, it seems to be as good a time as any. “My period was due today.”
He freezes momentarily, but I doubt I would’ve even noticed had he not been touching me everywhere. Pressing his still hard cock into me, he gives me a squeeze.
When he doesn’t say anything, I go on. “I’m pretty regular, you know, give or take a day or two every once in a while.”
He leans up enough to reach my lips and kisses me. “I’m more than good with that.”
I open my eyes wider to look into his and smile small, whispering, “I am too.”
His face turns serious. “I’m gonna marry you.”
My face softens. “I know.”
“Soon, baby.”
“Okay,” I agree.
With that, it looks like we’ll be getting married in the very near future. And whatever that future looks like, I know it will be perfect.