He talks a good talk, but I never would have thought he'd actually show up like he has. I should have assumed it. I mean, who the fuck in their right mind shoves metal barbells through their dick?
God, I fucking love his dick.
My ass is on fire and somehow it turns me on more than I think it should. I've never gotten off on pure pain before, but if he kept that up I probably could have come again. He didn't, though. He rubbed it out and his hands are gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks and I'm too far gone to care what he's doing. I just want to feel.
"Fuck me, Grant," I beg. I don't beg! Who the fuck is this girl?
"I plan on it." His cock slides up my pussy to my ass, over and over.
I just need him to push it in me. He spits and uses his cock to spread it, teasing my ass then teasing my pussy. I moan, rocking back toward him. I've never been a fan of spitting in the bedroom. Never. And I always thought if a guy spit at me during sex I'd rip his dick off, but Grant? He can fucking spit on me all he wants. I'm not sure I've ever been so turned on. What the hell is wrong with me?!
"You my whore?" His deep voice is deeper than usual and it sounds like he's trying to remain calm during this but he's on the same edge I am. His dick pushes inside me just an inch before he pulls out again. "Are you?"
"Fuck, yes I am," I moan, not even recognizing my own voice.
He's teasing me with that one inch and it's taking every ounce of control I have not to push back on him as hard as I can. But he needs the control and I, surprisingly, enjoy giving it to him.
Gathering my hair, he yanks my head back. With a forceful pull he turns my head. "Look at me." Leaning over my back, he slowly slides inside of me.
"Oh my god," I manage to huff out. Holy fuck. I hate that he fucks this good. I hate that every stroke of his dick inside me sends me teetering further and further over that edge. An edge that I seem to be sitting at permanently ever since I met the man. His thrusts speed up, hitting so deep it's almost painful, then he slows down and teases me knowing I need more. "Grant, please," I whimper, gripping the sheets tight. "Harder."
He grunts and lets go of my hair, standing, thrusting his hips faster and harder. His hand lands on my ass, opposite the side he slapped before and the burn radiates straight between my legs.
Fuck!
"I'm close," I pant, gripping the sheets tighter only to stop myself from reaching between my legs and finishing this out of sheer habit. I've never been with a man who could make me come without it, but Grant's about to earn that title and I'm not sure how I feel about that. "Oh fuck!" I don't give a fuck who can hear me. "Don't stop," I whimper. "Fuck, Grant, don't stop."
With a groan he slaps my ass again, grabbing a tight handful and doesn't stop pushing hard and deep. "You going to come on my cock, good girl?" His hand squeezes the burn harder and he moans, close to his own release.
"God, yes," I groan. The edge I've been on for what feels like forever gives out under me and I let out a scream as he fucks me straight to one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. My pussy clenches around him, my knees go weak and my entire body tingles. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck!" I moan through it, his hips hitting my ass hard. "Holy fuck," I pant, completely weak and satisfied. For the time being, at least.
Pulling out, he steps back. "On your knees," he says quickly, stroking his dick. I don't want to move, but I do it. Practically melting to the floor, I lock eyes with him.
"Open, baby." He reaches for my jaw, stepping closer, the tip of his cock on my chin. I open my mouth for him, bringing my hands to the back of his thighs.
With a loud grunt he comes on me. My chin, my mouth, then uses the tip of his dick to smear it around with his free hand wrapped tight in my hair. I glance up at him while licking my lips and smirk.
When he's done, he drops to his knees in front of me, still holding a tight grip on my hair while he smiles, leaning in to kiss me and not giving a damn about his come covering my face.
"Wow," I whisper, pulling back to take a breath. I let a stupid fucking giggle escape and the hold he's got on my hair loosens, but not all the way.
"I'd like to capture this face and set it to your picture in my phone." He's got a devilish grin like he's actually going to do it.
"That's twisted," I say, laughing. "Smeared makeup and come all over?" I swipe my finger over my cheek and lick it off. "Classy."
"My come on my whore." He chuckles into a kiss then gets to his feet. "Come on, baby." Putting his hand out, he waits for mine. "Let's get you cleaned up."
I slowly stand, recognizing all the deliciously sore spots that haven't been this sore...well...ever. Thank god my shower's attached to my room or going out in the hall right now to find a bathroom would be an absolute no-go.
I don't expect him to follow me to the bathroom but he does. I don't expect him to step in the shower behind me...but he does.
"What are you doing?" I whisper. This is all so intimate for the great Grant Matthews.
"I'm covered in come too." He wipes at his chin, grinning at me and I laugh, taking my soapy palm and scrubbing his face.
"You probably smell like my pussy too." I scrunch my nose and scrub extra hard for him.
"Only reason I don't want to shower." His soapy hands gently reach for my face and I flinch back, thinking he's about to attack my eyeballs with soap. He pauses, making eye contact before slowly moving his hands toward me again and gently massages it into my cheeks, probably to get the running makeup.
"I need to wash my hair," I finally whisper, even though I'm enjoying his hands on me however I can get them. He smirks and as I arch back to get my hair wet, he drags his soapy hands to my tits and 'washes' them for me. "Really?" I chuckle.
"You're naked and wet. Really." He opens his mouth under the stream before squirting it out at my face.
I slap him in the chest then let my hand stay there, soaping him up. Slowly. "Can I wash your back?" I whisper, enjoying the view and the company. And really freaking enjoying how the bright white suds mix over the dark ink of his tattoos.
"How are you at massages?" He turns around and smirks at me over his shoulder.
"Only the best you'll ever have." I wink at him and squeeze more soap in my hands before letting them trail all over his back. I lied. I'm probably horrible at massages but I give it my best shot because I get to touch him. And I like touching him. A lot. My fingers dig into his muscles, my knuckles work out the knots. I still don't even know if I'm doing this right until he lets a moan escape. "Feel okay?"
His head drops. "Yes. Fuck, Carter, don't stop," he moans.
So I don't. I don't stop until the water's running cool and I still have to finish rinsing out my hair. The freedom of being able to touch him like that felt...special. He doesn't seem like the type of guy who would let just any girl do that.
"You feel better?" I manage to ask through the thoughts racing in my head as we dry off and I wrap a towel around me. Thank god for Affton not buying tiny ass towels.
He nods and mumbles a response, only sparing me a glance before toweling off his hair. Before wrapping it around his waist, he puts it around the ends of my hair and squeezes.
"I gotta get going," he mutters on his way out of the bathroom.
What the hell?
"Hey, I don't get my massage?" I walk into the room, hand on my hip. "It's only fair."
His teeth scrape over his bottom lip as he looks me over twice. "Only fair." Snatching up his watch, he sets it on my side table before looking at my bed.
"You're not actually going to wear that, are you?" I lay down on the pillow and stretch out.
"It's a thirteen hundred dollar watch. Yeah, I'm going to enjoy my watch and think of your pussy every time I check the time." He moves slowly to kneel on the bed. "You got lotion or something?"
I stretch to the side table and grab my coconut oil. "This is better for your skin." I smirk back at him then lay my head down again. "Don't be a pansy either. It's been a long time since I've gotten a massage but I can't have dainty hands."
"Shut up, woman." After a minute, he straddles my thighs, his hands landing on my ass. "Fuck," he whispers and when I look back, he looks at me. "You've got a bruise." His thumb rubs over a tender spot on my ass and I furrow my brows.
It's not like anyone else is going to see it. "Doesn't hurt," I lie. It kind of hurts. Like when he touches it. But I'm sure sitting will be fine. Or it'll remind me of tonight and just get me wet all over again.
Fuck, I'm just as fucking twisted as he is!
He doesn't respond, but his hands start slowly working out every tight muscle in my body. If someone were to walk near my door right now they'd think we're in here fucking, but his hands are like goddamn magic. I feel like butter. Smooth. Creamy. Done.
"Your hands feel amazing," I murmur into my pillow. "I think they're going to put me to sleep."
He quietly chuckles. I'm not sure where Grant went, but this man's not him.
"Hey," I blurt, twisting to look back at him. "You want to play a game?"
"A game?" He gets off me and looks at his oily hands. After only a second of thought, he reaches for my boobs and begins to rub the oil onto them. "What kind of game?"
"Not one like that." I laugh, shoving his hands off. "Though we can do that again later if you want. Give my pussy a rest for a hot minute."
"So what's this game?" He's trying to rub the oil off his hands onto his stomach and arms before he lays on my pillow.
"Two truths and a lie." I smirk. "You played before?"
His eyebrow cocks. "No. I usually just lie."
"Great!" I chirp, pulling the sheet up to just above my tits. Lying naked in bed while fucking is one thing. Lying naked in bed while talking is a whole different level of 'please don't look at my rolls'.
"I'm not playing any games with you like that." He yanks the sheet down after propping onto his elbow. "Let's make some rules. First rule, I'm still in charge. Second rule, I like you naked. Third rule, I want to be in charge while you're naked. Don't get shy on me." Leaning toward me, he kisses my cheek before laying back down. "Commence with the game." He rolls his hand like those are agreed upon rules.
"The second one isn't really a rule though," I whisper. "But I'll let you have them." I clear my throat and try to get comfortable and not think about the fact that there's a sex god lying in front of me. "I'll go first so you get the gist of it. So I say three things. One thing's a lie and the other two are truths. And you have to guess which the lie is."
"Easy."
"Good. So." I grin. "I was once caught in High School sucking a guy's dick in the science lab. I got my first speeding ticket at fourteen. And..." I tap my chin. "My cat's name was pussy and I loved her." I grin at him. "Which one's the truth?"
"Well I can tell you which is the lie. You didn't get a speeding ticket at fourteen. You would have gotten a misdemeanor. Plenty of run ins with the law to know that. I was going to say the cat, you don't strike me as a cat type of girl. Was probably your brother's or something." He smirks up at me.
"It was a dare. My brothers told me our dad wouldn't let me name her that, so I did. And I was in detention for a week after that stint in the Science lab," I groan, laughing. "I made it easy for the first round," I tell him then poke his side. "Your turn!"
He slides his hands behind his head and stares at the ceiling with a smirk for a minute before his green eyes land on me and he's grinning. "I've joined the mile high club. I've sucked Tommy's dick. I've fucked a cop in a cop car."
"You never sucked Tommy's dick," I blurt. "No way in hell would you put your mouth on his dick." I can't stop my cheeks from heating up at the thought. "I'd watch it though," I mumble.
"Am I supposed to tell you if you're right or not?"
"Yes!" I slap him in the chest then snake my way over to him, resting my head on him. "That's the point of this game. It's to get to know each other."
"Okay then." His hand slides through my damp hair and keeps going down my back. "I've never joined the mile high club."
"Stop," I bark, laughing way too loud as I shoot up to a sitting position. "You've sucked Tommy's dick?!" I shriek.
"It started as an accident." He laughs and covers his face with his hand and I think he's actually blushing. "He was fucking this chick while she was in his lap, facing out and I was going down on her. He slipped out and...uh..." He chuckles pulling his hand down his face with a groan. "This doesn't leave this room." He pokes my side, cocking his head to see my face for agreement.
"Scouts honor," I laugh, holding up three fingers and have to squeeze my thighs together to try and stop the pulse between my legs. Fuck, how does he do that?! "Oh my god," I laugh. "Do you think Affton knows?"
"Do you want the rest of the story or not?" He puts his hand over my mouth. "He slipped out and we were disoriented and he was in my mouth and he was coming at the same time and I couldn't leave the guy hanging. So I sucked him off."
"Oh my fuck!" I scream out in laughter and fall back to my pillow, trying to muffle the giggles. "Grant! You've sucked another guy off!" I laugh harder. "Holy shit that's hot," I blurt then start laughing again.
"Jonathan and Drake would let you watch them go at it. Those two like public sex more than I do." He chuckles and rolls to his side, his hands tuck under his cheek while he grins over at me.
"It's different watching straight...ish...men doing it." I grin at him then mimic his position, facing him. "Okay, okay, my turn." I pause and try to find something to stump him but his life has seen more action than mine has. "Okay so..." I grin. "I was cast in my grade school play as the Christmas tree because I was too fat for the other costumes. I landed my first modeling job eating a greasy ass cheeseburger on the sidewalk. My social media account exploded when I posted a picture of myself in a bikini on the beach which is what led Affton to find me."
"The costume?" he asks, actually sounding stumped.
"No, that definitely happened. Try again!"
"You're not too fat for anything." His hand goes to my hip and he tugs me closer. "The cheeseburger? Which would be a bummer because seeing a hot girl eating a cheeseburger should automatically get her a modeling career."
I giggle and tap him on the nose. "Right on the money, sadly enough." I shrug. "Either way, I'm real fucking happy Affton did eventually find me. Your turn."
Yawning, he rolls to his back. "I have sixteen half siblings I barely know. I had a pet pig my mom had made into bacon when I was twelve. My first love was my tenth grade biology teacher."
"Well I almost called it at first love," I mumble, chuckling. "But then you added in your teacher and that actually sounds like something you'd do." I narrow my eyes at him waiting to see if I've narrowed my options down at all.
He tiredly chuckles. "Naw, it was the first love. I've never been in love but my tenth grade teacher was smokin' hot and she sucked my dick when I was a senior."
"Ew, stop." I laugh, wrapping my arm around his waist and resting my head on his chest. "She really did?"
"Huge fucking slut. I wasn't her youngest. She got fired two years after graduation when some kid blackmailed her."
I hum out my response as my hand starts tracing the ink on his chest. "It's my turn, give me a minute to think," I whisper, in a trance from the intricate design he wears. I have never had the urge to get a tattoo. Once when I was drunk we tried but got turned away, and ever since I've just shrugged it off. I never thought I was a fan of pain.
Tonight definitely set me straight on that one.
Before I can start with the next round, I realize Grant's gone pretty still and silent, so I pop my head up and can't help but smile as he's passed out.
"Grant?" I whisper, slowly bringing my hand to his cheek.
He doesn't wake, just turns into my hand and shifts his body so he's got his arms wrapped tight around me . I turn and shift next to him and even with all the movement he doesn't wake up. I take a deep breath and tell myself that this means nothing, then close my eyes and try to fall asleep.
It's not until the sun blinds me that I realize I must have been more tired than I thought. I had felt like I'd be up all night. I didn't want to wake up alone so I didn't want to fall asleep. But now I'm up, and I'm not alone.
"Morning," I whisper, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
He inhales a sharp breath and goes completely stiff. Releasing a groan, he rolls to his back and rubs at his face. "Mornin'," he says in a deep, groggy voice. I want to fuck that voice. How fucking weird is that?
"You passed out last night," I say, twisting in the covers and sighing. "I hope I didn't steal too many covers. I'm a cover whore."
He chuckles and slides out of the bed, standing and stretching with his erect dick just proudly pointing at me. "I didn't mean to pass out." He says after stretching then walks into my bathroom, not bothering to close the door while he pees.
I grab the sheet and stand up, heading to my drawers for some panties.
"It's all good. I'm going to go make some coffee. Maybe bacon. Then I've got a day full of phone calls and schedules to align with the new line launching. Then with the trip to Germany coming soon there's just a ton that needs to get done." I step into the bathroom while he washes his hands and I grab my toothbrush, nudging him to the side.
"Yeah, Germany." God that sleep voice. "That's cool. I need to get a fuckin' haircut." He looks at himself in the mirror and rubs his hand over his head. His eyes hit mine in the mirror before he yanks my toothbrush out of my mouth and starts brushing his teeth.
"Alright then," I say with a mouth full of toothpaste. I spit then wash off my face, making sure to take up the entire sink so he can't spit when he needs to.
Knowing what I'm doing, he laughs that deep, evil laugh before grabbing my arms and forcing me to face him. Dipping his head, his toothpaste filled mouth covers my nipple and I squeak. When he blows on the minty bubbles I let out a moan and close my eyes, letting the sensation take over.
"You play so dirty," I whisper.
He spits and wipes his mouth. "I want to play dirty." His finger circles my nipple. "But I gotta go." With an abrupt kiss, he walks out of the bathroom.
I wait until the bedroom door closes to let out a groan and sink against the counter. Dirty is right. The man doesn't play fair.
It takes everything I have in me to pull my thoughts away from Grant for the day but once I kick into work mode the only time I really think about him is every time I sit. Or walk. Or...well...okay so it's not as easy to forgot about last night as I thought it'd be.
"Hey, Bean, you don't know anyone that wants any pigs do you?" Tommy barges into the office covered in dirt, leaning against the desk like he's not about to cover all my work with whatever farm shit he's covered in.
"Pigs? Like baby pigs?" My ears perk up because as much as I've sworn off all things country, I fucking love baby pigs!
"Piglets, yes." He chuckles. "The Kenshaws have a litter of them ready to go and Brandt's only keeping a handful. You know, for bacon." He smirks and winks at me. My jaw drops.
"Bacon? They're going to kill their pets?" My eyes flash from Tommy to Affton then back to Tommy.
Affton laughs from the other side of the desk, then stands and walks over to Tommy. "You mean the greasy breakfast food you love to eat almost daily?"
"No. That comes from old ugly fat pigs that are ready to die," I blurt, shooting out of my chair. "I want one. I'll take one. Two? How many are there?" I can save those babies!
"There's eight." Tommy lets out a deep laugh. "You...want a piglet?"
I glance to Affton whose eyebrows are high.
"Yes." I nod, crossing my arms in front of me. "I do. And I'm going to need to move upstairs so we have more room. Thanks." I smirk at them.
Tommy glances at Affton, waiting for her to say something. Affton looks from Tommy to me six times before saying, "You want to bring a pig into my house?"
I blink at her, shrugging. "Y..." I really should think this through more. "Yes. Or I can put its pen outside by the goats. You know. In that zoo you have out there." I hold my ground. "You let goats run around downstairs."
"I...have bacon to make." She walks away, calling back, "You two can sort this out. I'm not a zookeeper!"
"Tommy?" I smile bright. "Goats and pigs get along, right?"
He rubs the back of his neck, shaking his head. "Uh...yeah. They can." He chuckles. "I'll call Brandt and let him know to keep one for ya. You can bring it home in a couple days," he grumbles as he walks out the door.
I squeak out a victory noise and run after him. "Oh my god, thank you!" I feel like a kid at Christmas!
***
Last week I got my pig. My Tink. And I love her.
I've never wanted kids or anything to take care of, but this tiny pig has stolen my heart. Almost all of it. I don't want to leave her alone out here with the goats, but when I get a message from Grant that he's on his way to pick me up I know I need to shower. I've been playing outside with her all morning and I'm sure I smell like pig.
I hop out of the shower and check my phone, biting my lip at the text he sent.
GRANT: I haven't tasted that pussy in 3 days. You owe me.
I let out a moan and end it with internally screaming at myself for caring this much about a man that's very indifferent about me. At least he puts on a good show that he doesn't care, but I saw a side of him the last time we were together that told me he's a lot less indifferent than he says he is.
CARTER: It's ready for you.
I snap him a picture of my tits in this bra and shove my phone in my purse to finish getting ready or else I'd just sit here and text him the whole time. I don't know where we're going or what we're doing but it's hot as hell, so I pick out a summer dress and grab my sandals before I head downstairs.
"Hey, Grant's coming to pick me up. Don't wait up," I tell Affton and Tommy as I walk into the living room. They freeze from fighting over the remote and both of their eyes land on me.
"He's not staying to hang out?" Tommy asks, his eye narrowing.
I shrug. "I don't think so. He just said he's on his way over to pick me up." I sit on the chair and nod toward the two of them. "Remote battles?"
"No." Affton yanks it from his hand. "What're you two doing?" She's trying not to sound suspicious, but she can't even make eye contact right now.
"No clue. But it should be a fun time. I haven't been out in a while." I wiggle my eyebrows and Tommy shakes his head, hopping up from the couch.
"I'm getting a beer." He heads for the kitchen and Affton's gaze finally hits me.
"Carter..." She sighs and stands, moving closer to me. "Are you two screwing?"
"Does it matter?" I sound like I'm immediately on the defensive but honestly, she fucks him. Why can't I?
"Only because he's not anything like the guys you're used to. Grant's not...human. There are no human emotions inside that man that I know a girl like you would one day hope to see. He's going to break your heart. But." She plops back onto the couch and folds her arms over her chest, staring at the black screen on the TV. "It's your heart." Glancing at me she blurts, "Stay away from Grant. Far, far away. But it's your choice. Make a good choice. Like avoiding him. But whatever." She picks up her banana from the table.
"I'm the best choice she'll ever make," Grant chuckles from the hall as he walks into the living room. "She's not wrong though." He grabs Affton's banana she was about to peel and opens it, taking a bite. "You should probably avoid me."
I roll my eyes and stand up, then freeze in my spot. "Grant, what did you do?" A mullet! He...he got his hair cut into a mullet! I have to hold back the laughter but when Tommy's laugh rings from behind Grant I cover my mouth to try and stop it.
"Holy fuck, Billy Ray Cyrus called and wants his mullet back!" Tommy's rolling in laughter and he walks past Grant, patting him on the shoulder. "Holy hell, that's a good one, dude."
Affton sighs and stands. "Babe, can I have a hundred dollars?" Her eyes roll as she holds out her hand toward Tommy.
"Nah." He chuckles. "I think I'm about to use the last of the money in my wallet to go get a matching cut." He cackles, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Like hell you are. Give the idiot a hundred bucks." Pushing past Grant she grumbles, "I didn't think you had the balls to do it."
"I've got plenty balls, Affy." He grabs his crotch and jiggles.
"You bet him for this?" I shriek, my eyes flashing between the three of them. "That's horrible!" I can't help but laugh now, especially because Tommy is still snickering and Grant looks proud as hell.
"I've gotten more numbers in the past four hours I've been rocking this than I've gotten in the past week. Ladies love it." He winks at me, sliding his hand smoothly over the shaved side of his head.
"Oh my god," I groan and watch Tommy pull money from his wallet.
"Well played, man." He hands it to Affton and Affton shoves it at Grant with an eye roll.
"We're not going out in public like that." I cross my arms in front of me and shake my head.
"This girl." He snickers, pointing at me. "She's embarrassed of me but still wants me to make her come. Chicks." Throwing his hands up, he heads for the door. "Guess I'm going out alone." He looks back at me.
I let out a low growl and snag my purse. Not uptight. Not uptight.
"I'll be back later," I blurt to Affton and Tommy who have fallen silent and are watching me.
"Be careful," Tommy mumbles, rubbing his head as I storm out of the room.
I don't bother waiting for Affton's reply. She's probably just pissed that I'm not taking her warning. I probably should...but god, the sex is amazing.
I make it outside and look at Grant, standing next to his truck and smiling smugly at me.
"I still can't believe you did that," I say, shaking my head. "How long does it have to stay?"
"It doesn't have to stay. But it's gonna. Admit it. I look good, even with a mullet. Bet if I shoved two fingers in your pussy you'd be dripping to my palm."
He's not ever at a loss for ways to make me wet, that's for damn fucking sure, and I want to hate it.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I pop open the truck door and glance down. This thing's huge, and there is no foot rail to help me up into it. No thanks. I'd rather not flash everyone in sight when I attempt to climb into this beast. Maybe a dress was a bad idea today. "Can we just take my car? I'll let you drive."
He puts his hand out, waiting for the keys. When I hand them over, he snatches my hand and tugs me against him. "You'd still fuck me with this mullet, wouldn't you, good girl?"
"Mmm." I shrug. "Maybe if you played your cards right." He's got me tight against him and his hand pushes its way down to my ass, making me gasp. Yes, he would absolutely find me soaked right now, but not because of the mullet. But because any time I'm around this man, mullet or not, my body reacts in ways I'm not used to it reacting. My mind as well.
He takes me with him to pick out his new motorcycle, which is strangely perfect. I don't even think he knows he's doing it when he takes my hand as he's walking through the showroom but it makes me smile. He's more than just sex, and I'm starting to feel like maybe...hopefully...he feels the same way.
After he picks his bike out, after three hours looking at hundreds of bikes, he's so revved up that he fucks me hard before sneaking out my bedroom door in the middle of the night. Like we're fucking teenagers. And yet again, when I should be pissed I'm not. Because he fucked me until I couldn't think straight then held me in his arms until I fell asleep.
I should hate the man, but I don't.
It's the Grant effect, and it's hitting me hard.
***
It's a week until Germany. Finally. I've traveled a lot in this industry, but Germany is somewhere I've never been and I can't wait to go! Tommy, Affton and I are sitting here planning the trip in more detail to make the best out of the time we have there and we're each a few beers in by now.
"I wish you could come with us," Affton says to Tommy, pouting her lip out.
"Someone's gotta make the bacon around here." He smirks and brings the bottle to his lips.
"Don't make bacon with Tink!" I bark, eyes wide. "No bacon. And don't feed it to her either. That's just weird." I shudder.
"No bacon." Tommy nods. "She's too small now anyway."
I slug him in the arm and he laughs.
"Hey, so who's the pilot for this trip?" I wish Grant would push to get back to work. This trip could be a lot more fun with him there. Fun, and infuriating but he's not been around a lot to show Tommy and Affton that he's got his shit together.
"We're headed to the airport," Affton mutters. "First class though." She shrugs like she's okay with that, but I can tell she's not. I wonder if Grant even stopped drinking.
"Grant will be back before you know it," Tommy says. "I think he's actually trying this time."
"Brandt says he's helping on the Ranch. Bo said he hasn't seen him take a drink in a few days too." She looks at Tommy for clarification.
"I haven't seen anything. And each time I've been around him he's seemed pretty level headed. I'm sure by the time you guys get back from this trip he'll be ready to fly again." Tommy finishes off his beer. "We need something harder. This week's been busy as hell." He stands and heads into the kitchen and I glance at Affton.
"For what it's worth, I think Grant really is trying pretty hard. He didn't like knowing how much he'd let you two down."
"Hey." Affton sits forward and grins when Tommy's out of earshot. "Eric, Jonathan's textile guy is going to be in Germany." She wiggles her eyebrows.
"Oh?' I let out a small laugh. "Very cool." I grin and remember the man from the party. "Grant was such a dick to him. He seemed nice."
"He's very nice. And Grant's a dick to everyone. But Eric is nice and really cute. Really cute. You two would be adorable together."
I smirk and spin my empty beer bottle. I don't know what the hell's going on between Grant and I, and I don't want to really talk about it with Affton either. Grant's said on many occasions that he doesn't care who I see...it's not like that between us. "We'll see what happens." I give her that small inking of hope and hopefully that'll be enough to throw her off the whole 'Carter's going to have her heart destroyed by Grant' train.
Tommy walks back in and the conversation drops and in its place comes shot after shot of tequila. I drink beer. Anything harder usually ends in bad decisions, but tonight I don't slow down when I feel the buzz. And when Tommy slaps the table, eyes glassy and slurring his words, I should know this is about to be one of those bad decisions, but I'm too far gone to stop it.
"He needs more support," Tommy blurts.
"Who?" Affton takes her shot.
"Grant!" Tommy boasts, then stands from his chair, letting it scrape loudly against the floor. "He needs to know we're here for him for the long haul, dammit. I'm his brother," Tommy says.
"Fuck brother," I snicker and Affton busts out laughing.
"I'm his brother," Tommy says again, clearing his throat. "We need something permanent. Let's show him we're here permanently. I..." He pauses and the two of us girls watch him, waiting for his grand idea. "I'm getting his name tattooed on me. And a plane. Yeah. A plane, because Grant likes planes." He nods then smiles like he's the smartest asshole in the room. "I'm doing it. Beany?"
"Uh..." She looks at the second bottle of tequila we cracked thirty minutes ago. "Yeah." Nodding, she reaches for her shot. "I'll get the same thing. What the hell. He needs support." Her eyes go to me.
"I don't have any tattoos!" I laugh.
"I only have one and it's not even Tommy's name but I'm about to tattoo Grant's." She laughs hard enough she slips to the ground. "He'll love this."
I groan then start to giggle. "What the hell?" I stand and start to lose my balance immediately so I use the table as a crutch. "Great. Let's go. Oh my god." I laugh. "He's going to love it!"
Tommy nods at both of us then pulls out his phone.
"Chase? You busy?" He looks at us then smiles. "Good. We're coming in!" He ends the call and I briefly wonder if Chase is going to turn us away. I hope not. Grant's going to love this show of support.
After Tommy's grand plan I'm not entirely certain what happened. I know we left the table at some point. I couldn't tell you anything after that. But now I'm waking up with a splitting headache and my arm feels like it's on fire.
"What the fuck?" I grumble, rolling over in bed and falling flat on my fucking face. "What the fuck!" I groan, realizing I was on a couch and not a bed. "Where..." I blink through the fuzzy room and as everything slowly comes into focus I realize the three of us must have passed out in the living room last night.
So maybe the master plan didn't go as planned?
Someone clears their throat and I look up from all fours, my eyes land on Grant sitting in the chair and he's staring at me with a beer in his hand. "Mornin'." He nods his head, he doesn't look too happy.
"You..." He wasn't here last night but I don't have it in me to talk. "Hi." I groan, sitting up straight and shoving the palms of my hands into my eye sockets. "Why do I hurt so much?" I mumble, letting my arms fall. God, my arm aches!
"Holy hell." Affton starts to cough. "I'm so thirsty." She heaves and I look over.
"So." Grant's hands clap loud enough we both flinch, looking at him. "You three fucking idiots are fucking idiots." His eyebrows are almost to his mullet hairline.
I can't help but laugh. He's got a fucking mullet! Oh god, laughing hurts my head.
"Shut the fuck up," Tommy grumbles from his spot firmly on the floor. "Get out of my house," he mumbles, his eyes not opening.
"Get my fucking name off y'alls bodies!" Grant shrieks back.
"Ow!" I wince then manage to look at him. "I don't have your name on my body," I mumble, reaching over to scratch my arm. When my fingers hit a bandage that I know wasn't there when we started drinking last night my eyes go wide. "No," I whisper, panic hitting me as my eyes fly to his then Affton. "Affton?"
"Oh...oh god," she whispers. "Oh my god!" Insane laughter starts to howl from her and she's rolling on the floor now. "Oh god, we love you, Grant."
"You dumb fucks!"
"Shut. Up!" Tommy bellows again from the floor then rolls over and groans.
"I..." I look down at my arm then rip the bandage off and let out a scream. "No! Fuck, no!" I look at Affton who's crying she's laughing so hard and then look at Grant. "This is a joke. Get this shit off. What the fuck did you do?"
"Me! You crazy bitch! Not me! I was at work and picked you three asses up stumbling your way home on the dirt road past Wicker Lane! What the fuck did you do!"
I let out a groan and let my entire body fall back down against the hardwood. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I mumble. "I don't remember."
"Too much tequila," Tommy grumbles again and I watch him slowly sit up then chuckle. "Shit, we actually did it!" He laughs hard then winces. "Fuck, I need some aspirin."
"This isn't funny! I can't have his name tattooed on me!" I yell at the two of them who are currently dying in laughter.
When Tommy stumbles around Grant, Grant slaps his ass then kisses his cheek. "I like your tattoo, cupcake." He winks at Tommy.
"You two need a moment again?" I whisper, trying to shove off the floor. Coffee. I need coffee. Then I need to figure out how much it's going to cost to remove this.
"Don't be pissed, man," Tommy mumbles. "All I remember is thinking we love you, and we needed a better way to support you. I guess these were my master plan." He chuckles.
"Tequila," Grant says and looks from me to Affton before shaking his head and following Tommy to the kitchen.
I start the coffee pot to brew extra strong and lean against the counter when Grant walks up next to me to pull a mug out of the cabinet.
"This is starting to grow on me," I say, giggling as I twist his mullet between my fingers. It's not. But I really want to make fun of him for it again.
"I'm kind of over it. Need a haircut. Tried to get Jo Kenshaw to cut it for me but she refused. Said it serves me right for getting a mullet." He grabs the coffee pot. "I'm gonna need to drive into the city and pay sixty bucks to fix this shit."
"I'll do it!" I chirp then wince again, holding out my mug for him to fill for me. "I used to cut my brother's hair all the time. I'm pretty talented." I wiggle my eyebrows at him.
His eyes narrow then he glances around the kitchen and leans closer. "I'll let you cut my hair if you play another one of my games."
I let out a sigh and melt against the counter, slowly sipping my coffee and watching him carefully. I did like the last game he played eventually. It drove me insane and pissed me off, but it was worth it in the end.
"Will you tell me what it is before I agree?" I ask over my coffee cup.
"Not a chance." He grabs one of the small bottles of liquor Affton stocks her planes with then leans against the counter, playing with it. I watch him with raised brows, wondering if he's going to drink that. That'd be disappointing. I thought he was getting his shit together.
"What are you doing with that?" My eyes flash from the alcohol in his hands then to the smug look on his face and it all clicks. "Oh." He wants to put that... "Okay," I hear myself saying before I can even register what he wants to do. And how much it turns me on.
"Good girl." He chuckles and turns on the water, washing the bottle off. Stepping behind me, his knee nudges my thighs apart. "Open, good girl." I wasn't expecting it right here but the man's got a way of controlling me even when I don't want to be controlled. I slowly slide my feet apart, my eyes darting around the kitchen to make sure Affton and Tommy aren't in eye or ear shot of this. His hand moves between my legs, hiking up the skirt I never took off from yesterday, and he chuckles deep when he finds my pussy as wet as it is for him. "God, you're a good whore." He kisses over my jaw and I flinch when he pushes the bottle against my pussy. "Relax, baby," he quietly says. "Relax that tight little pussy for me." Rocking the bottle gently, he pushes it inside me and his mouth latches to my neck. I breathe deep and try to get used to having to hold this in. The watch was a fuck ton smaller than this! After a bite to my neck, he kisses the spot then steps away. "Let's cut this mullet."
I blink at him a few times, my muscles contracting, trying to keep everything in place where it should be, then I shake my head. "I don't know if I can walk," I whisper, feeling the flush come over my cheeks.
"Yeah you can." He takes my hand, pulling me to the bathroom off the hallway, leaving me with no options.
I wince when I realize that I really have to focus on this not slipping out, then laugh at myself for this being my biggest problem today. Honestly, the tattoo on my arm should be worrying me more than a tequila bottle in my pussy is. But I don't want to let him down.
God, that thought's terrifying.
I manage to trim the mullet without completely ruining the style of his hair, though I had to take off more than I think he was expecting just to even everything out. All in all, I'd say I didn't do too bad. Sure, my hands were trembling the whole time. And my panties are soaked all the way through and this bottle is about to be the death of me, but I did it!
"Look okay?" I ask, watching him look in the mirror after I finish.
"Fuck, I'm good looking." He turns his head side to side. "Hair looks good too. A little short but what're ya gonna do." Turning to me, that wolfish grin's on his face. "I'm getting kind of thirsty." His eyes slide down to my skirt. "Have anything to drink?"
"Lots," I say, stepping closer to him. This game wasn't nearly as long as the first one, but I'm soaked and I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be able to keep this inside me.
His hand reaches to my side and he starts unzipping my zipper. "I'm looking for something stiff." He pushes his hard dick against my hip and I moan.
"Looks like you've already got that taken care of," I murmur, reaching to stroke him through his jeans.
His teeth clamp to my lip as he growls and pulls. A gasp escapes me and he lets a low chuckle out, lifting the bottle in front of me. I pant in need, because somehow this man's turned me into a nympho.
***
"First class is nice," I say to Affton as the plane starts its descent to Munich airport. She's been quiet this whole flight.
"Yeah. I guess. I've been spoiled with a personal pilot for the past year though. And someone I trust a hell of a lot more than a huge airline. Even if he is a drunk."
"Yeah," I agree easily.
I don't want to talk about Grant to Affton and not because I'm not close to her. I feel like I can tell Affton anything...but this. She loves Grant, and she loves me, but she hates the thought of the two of us together because she's sure I'm going to end up with a broken heart. I almost feel stupid for keeping this thing going with him because she's so sure of it, but there's something that keeps pulling me back to him and she won't understand.
"But we've almost made it safe." I smile at her. The stewardess does her final rounds, pushing a cart this time with those tiny alcohol bottles on them and I snort when she offers us some. "No thank you," I blurt, trying not to laugh.
Affton's schedule gets ten times busier by the time we land that it feels like days before we actually have some down time. It probably is, but there's no time for jet lag on this trip. Jonathan's been up Affton's ass since we got off the plane and rightfully so. This new line she's launched is blowing up and I've never seen Jonathan and Drake so doting on Affton.
By the fourth day we can finally enjoy a meal without having to be in business mode. I'm just happy to be able to go out and not have to wear heels. I order a burger and beer and my eyes flash to the door when it opens out of instinct. When they hit Jonathan I sigh.
"Your lost puppy is here," I whisper to Affton who's sitting with her back to the door.
He's got someone else with him and if I'm correct it's that Eric guy from the party Affton had.
She quietly squeals. "He came! Perfect! He really likes you, Carter. Last time I talked to him, he brought you up three or four times. He actually wants you to meet his brother for a potential model shoot. I think you've shot with him before when you were modeling." Standing, she grins in his direction.
I look at him harder now. He's cute. Looks like he's a nice guy. I don't like how much Affton's pushing him on me, but there's no harm in getting to know the guy, I guess. They make it to the table and Affton immediately grabs Jonathan for a hug then plants him in the seat next to her, forcing Eric to sit next to me.
"Hi," I say, suddenly nervous and a ping of guilt hits me. "Nice to see you again." I bring out the sweetest smile I have for him.
"You too." His smile's bright and happy. Not like a wolf's. When he leans for a hug I'm not expecting it's awkward and we fumble for a second before he starts to laugh. "Sorry."
"Kind of crazy we're halfway across the world, huh?" I chuckle nervously and look at Affton who's watching us and ignoring every word Jonathan's saying. "You enjoying the trip so far?"
"Yeah. You been before? Certainly colder than home for me." He nervously laughs and plays with his water glass.
"Yeah, seriously. The humidity in the south kills my hair though. It's actually playing nice for once." I slide my fingers through it and try to relax. This guy's nice and Affton's right. He's probably got everything I'll eventually want in a partner.
"Your hair's nice. You look beautiful." He nods then quickly looks at Affton. "You do too, Affton." He clears his throat and looks at the table. Poor guy.
"Thank you," I say, resting my hand on his arm hoping to make him not so nervous. "You don't look so bad yourself." I smile at him when he glances at me and a small smile plays on his lips.
Dinner isn't as bad as I assumed it would be when I saw the two of them walking through the door. I didn't want Affton interfering in my love life, but I'm glad that Eric was here tonight. Affton and Jonathan ended up talking work the entire time so Eric and I actually were able to keep each other company. He's...sweet. I'm not used to sweet.
We end the night with him putting his number in my cellphone and I shoot him a text so he has mine.
"He's nice," I say as soon as Affton and I get back in our suite. I haven't thought about Grant at all tonight. Not one bit. Not at...all.
"Isn't he?" She lowers my arm as I stare at my tattoo. "You two are adorable. He couldn't keep his eyes off you!"
"He's a good guy, for sure." I shrug her hands off me and walk to the kitchen, staring at the liquor bottles. The tequila bottle taunts me. Nothing good happens when you drink tequila. My fingers move to my forearm and I sigh. "Hey, I'm heading to bed."
"I'm just going to step outside and call Tommy. He should be up for work by now. Night."
A hint of jealousy hits me that I don't have that comfort with Grant. If I called him right now he'd either answer with another girl in his bed or not answer at all. I toss my clothes in my dirty clothes pile and fall to the bed, pulling out my laptop to try and get ahead of some of the work for tomorrow. My phone dings and I pull it up, fully expecting it to be Eric. He seems like the type to text almost as soon as he has a girl's phone number. A go-getter. Like he actually knows what he wants.
GRANT: This your pig?
There's a picture of Tink and Grant and they're outside at Affton's. I squeal with laughter and lie back on the bed.
CARTER: Tink!! OMG don't you LOVE her!?
GRANT: She's cool. We ate breakfast together.
Another picture takes a minute to load but when it does, he has a plate of bacon in front of my pig's face.
CARTER: Grant Matthews, don't you DARE feed her that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think that's enough exclamation marks to make my point.
GRANT: Too late. She pigged out. Why the fuck do you have a pig? You don't strike me as the pet type. Especially not a pig.
CARTER: I take offense to that. I told you I had a cat! Plus, I saved that pig. I should get a gold medal or something.
I'm actually grinning stupidly lying here and that's when it hits me. I've been busy this trip. I'm in a foreign country with all the beauty I could see...but I haven't felt right. This feels right. Grant at my place, taking care of my pig without me even asking him to? This is...fuck this is what I want.
CARTER: How's life without Afton and I there? Pretty boring?
GRANT: Naw. Me and Tommy have had strippers, booze, and cocaine aplenty since you bitches been gone. My man gets wild when his fiance goes out of town
I belt out a laugh and send an eye-roll emoji.
CARTER: Sure. I don't believe that for a second.
A picture of him pushing his jeans and red boxer briefs down, hooked under his hard cock comes through and if I'm not mistaken, he's in a barn. That looks like a barn floor. Probably working on the Kenshaw Ranch. He would fucking send a dick pic from work.
GRANT: You miss this cock dirty girl?
I smirk and my thighs squeeze together to try and ebb the need. God, I hate that I love this reaction I have to him. I shouldn't love it.
Fuck, I shouldn't feel for him what I do. But I do.
CARTER: Eh. Germany has some decent options...
I bite my lip and chuckle, enjoying way too much making him mad. Before he can reply, I type out another one.
CARTER: Eric's here this week too. I've had some good company ; )
GRANT: But does he fuck you like this?
A video loads a second later, it's of him...fucking me from behind. My heart rate quickens and I immediately turn the sound down. As much as it should make me mad that he took that...it's really fucking hot.
CARTER: Grant! Delete that video! What if someone saw it?!
GRANT: Who said someone hasn't seen it?
I hit dial on my phone immediately, my hands trembling because he's crazy enough to actually do something with that video!
"You miss me, baby?" He chuckles.
"No!" I bark out the lie so easily I almost believe it. But I don't. Because when his low laugh comes through the line everything that I've been missing this week comes slamming back full force. "Grant, you have to delete that. Who did you show? That's not online anywhere is it?" I hiss out the words but I want to scream at him for being so stupid.
"Now, Carter Dawn, ask yourself. Would Grant Matthews do that to you?"
"I'm fucking serious!" I screech then walk over and slam my bedroom door. "Yes, Grant. Yes, it is something you would do." God, he infuriates me!
"You're learning, baby." He laughs. "I'm at work, sweating like a pig and..." There's silence for a minute. "Speaking of pig, I lost Bacon. She kinda blends in with the other pigs. Bacon!" He whistles. "Here girl."
"Bacon?" I blurt, wanting to get back to the subject of what the hell he did with that video. "Grant, focus. You didn't share that video anywhere did you?"
"Hey, baby. I gotta go. I lost your pig."
"What!" I shriek. "Grant!" Fuck! "Why the hell did you take my pig to work with you?"
"Bacon girl. You freaked me out. Found her. She was bored at home. Ginnie and Simon are at Tommy's dad's getting some surgery. Bacon was lonely."
I squeeze my eyes closed and suppress a grin. He took Tink to work with him so she'd have other pigs to play with? He...cares.
"I ha—" I start to say it because it used to flow so effortlessly, and maybe if I start saying it more it'll actually be true, but he cuts me off.
"Hate me?" He interrupts. "No you don't."
"I want to," I murmur, picking at my bedspread. He's right. I don't hate him. It's pretty fucking scary...but I think I love the asshole.
"You don't. And you love this dick. Hey, I heard you told your friends I'm not your type."
"I what now?" I let out a nervous chuckle. "I think it's been you this whole time telling me you're not my type. Or better yet, to find someone else that's more my type..." He's seriously going to start this when I'm halfway around the world?
He makes a noise. "Yeah, maybe. Hey, dirty girl, I really gotta get back to work and I think your pig's eating out another girl pig... Huh, I didn't think..."
"I'm hanging up, Grant." I end the call before he can go into detail about what my baby pig is doing. And I'm also trying to stop myself from stumbling over words when I'm not even sure what they mean yet.
I turn off my phone and swing open my door, storming out to the mini fridge and yank it open.
"Is there no fucking ice cream here?" I growl and slam the door closed.
Affton's standing there, watching me with her eyebrows high on her forehead. "You okay?"
"Grant took Tink to the ranch today. He's going to lose her." I fall to the couch and groan.
"Grant took your pig to the ranch? He removed her from our home and took her to the ranch? What the hell for?" she asks, glancing back from the kitchen area.
"Socialization. He said she was getting lonely without Ginnie and Simon there." I sigh heavy. "Affton, I think I have a problem."
"He's not going to lose your pig." She chuckles. "He used to have tons of pets when we were kids. He's surprisingly responsible with animals." She walks toward me holding out a wine glass. "Next best thing to ice cream, right?"
"Thank you." I take the glass and drink down a few large gulps before taking a deep breath and finding her gaze on me. "What? Why do you look like you're about to tell me my dad just died?"
"Oh god! Carter." She nudges me after sitting down. "Don't say that. You just said you have a problem and I'm worried. Tomorrow we have to present the line to Harvard Müller and I'm starting to sweat. Did you leave something important at home?" She's starting to talk breathily like she's about to have an anxiety attack.
I shake my head, taking another slow drink of wine and finishing off my glass. "I think I love him," I whisper, spinning my glass in my hand.
I don't think. I know. I know by the way a smile immediately comes to my face when I think about him. Or the way I can't stop thinking about him. Or the way this week's sucked because I've missed him so much. I think I fucked myself over on this one and the look she's giving me is just confirming my fear.
"Eric?" she blurts, almost spilling her wine.
"What?" I shake off the nerves of telling her. "No! Grant!"
"Grant?" she screams so loud it echoes.
"Yep," I pop my 'p' and nod, staring at the floor then hold out my glass. "Can I have a refill?"
"Oh, Carter. Oh my god. Honey, honey." Snatching my wine glass she marches toward the bottle. "How is this even possible? He's..." She cringes at me over my shoulder. "Grant. Hot...but not love material."
"He's got a side he hasn't shown you," I mutter. "He's...sweet. In his own weird way. He's infuriating but...not. It doesn't make sense to me either, but I know how I feel." I take the glass from her when she walks back over to me. "It's terrifying but I think I need to tell him. Affton, he's taking care of my pig this week without me even asking! He trusted me to cut his hair." I laugh. "God, I sound so stupid."
"No offense, but I know all sides of Grant. Literally." She shakes her head. "He's probably just." She abruptly stops and grabs my hand. "God this sounds mean, but he's probably just using you. You're attractive, he probably likes the sex, he knows you're not like the other skanks he's used to fucking, he's gotta work a little harder for the time being. Carter," she groans my name. "I told you not to do this!"
"I didn't mean to!" I belt out. "I'm sorry! You think I wanted to fuck all this up?" I shake my head and fall silent, trying to talk myself out of these feelings but the more the word dances around my head the more I know what I'm feeling is right. "What do I do?"
"Stop. Stop immediately. Give Eric a chance! It's not like you and Grant are actually dating, right? So you can give Eric a chance and fall in love with a man worth your time."
I nod silently. She's probably right. I need to stop all contact with the guy until I can stand to be in the same room as him and not want to claw anyone else's eyes out that approaches him. I know she's right...but I'm not sure I can do that.
"I can give Eric a chance," I finally say. "Maybe it'll be fine. Good for me. Show me that what I feel for Grant is just really good sex." It's not. I know it's not, but I'll try.
"Yes! Exactly. Good sex. He's good for that. And that's all he's good for." She rubs my leg. "Do you want me to tell you really horrible stories about him that'll make you hate him? Like how he fucked Chase's sister and told everyone in school she gave him chlamydia. I mean, she probably did. But he told everyone. The janitor even knew."
I laugh and shake my head. "Thank you for trying. But I think I'm just going to bed for real this time." I stand and after setting my glass in the sink, I pass by her again as she's just sitting on the couch. "I'm really sorry, Affton."
"Yeah." She nods, her eyes wide and she won't look at me. "Me too."