Tommy's eyes go wide and his mouth flaps open like a cartoon character that has no words. I have no words. This was supposed to be the safe way!
"Tommy!" I immediately move to try to cover myself but it's no use.
His eyes are locked on the words on my shirt and he lets out a laugh that pisses me off.
"Well that was fast," he says, taking a swig of his beer.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" I snap, trying to inch farther inside. I need to get to my room!
"I could probably ask you the same question but it seems I already know the answer." He nods at my legs. "Classic Grant, right?"
"Oh my god," I groan. "Please don't tell Affton. Please. She'll fire me, I'm sure of it. It... Tommy it was stupid and it's never happening again. Just please, please, please don't tell her." I realize after the fact that I'm gripping on to his shirt I'm begging him so hard.
He shakes his head and shrugs. "I like you, Carter. I think you're good for my girl, so I'll stay silent on this one." He takes a step back and nods to the door. "Just be careful."
"Thank you," I blurt, running to the hall as gracefully as I can with no pants, come stained underwear, and a shirt that says 'I Fuck Fat Chicks' on it. God, this is the worst walk of shame ever.
***
We leave tomorrow for a week in New York so tonight's being spent at the local bar. Apparently the only bar in town too, because everyone seems to be here. I tried staying home but Affton wasn't having it.
"I'm going to get another drink," I say over the noise then start to shove my way around people to head to the bar where Chase is working. "Hi," I say, smiling at him and tossing my card on the table. "Another beer please. And can you just start a tab?"
"Sure thing."
As I'm waiting for him to slide my beer over a set of hands grab my waist, making me yelp. "Hey, what the f—" I spin and my words fall as I stare into Grant's smug-ass face. "What are you doing?" I hiss, smacking him back a step.
"What do people do at a bar?" He nods to Chase and holds up three fingers.
"Not grab stranger's asses," I blurt, snagging my beer. "Thank you, Chase." I go to push around Grant but his hand on my elbow stops me. It pisses me off that my body reacts to his touch this way. Almost like there's this electrical connection anywhere our skin touches, sending jolts straight to my pussy. Fuck, I hate this. I hate him!
"Oh, baby." He laughs and I want to slap the cocky look off that face. "We're not strangers. Two of those fingers were deep inside that pussy of yours. I'm pretty sure we know each other better than most people in here."
"Wow." I snicker, glancing around to make sure no one else heard it. "You have no filter, do you?" I pat his cheek and cock my head. "That's almost adorable. But please don't say shit like that with my boss so close by. Got it?" I smirk at him and bat my eyelashes before bringing my beer to my lips.
He laughs hard. "If you think Affton won't figure out it's your come on the floor of my hangar, you're mistaken. And I have to say." He reaches around me but keeps his foot trapping me so I can't walk away. "I've never had a girl embarrassed of me. Those Cali girls always got hang-ups about real men." Holding three shot glasses, he drinks one right after the other.
"I'm not like most of those bimbos," I snap. "Real men also aren't as crude as you are." I cock an eyebrow at him.
"I only speak the truth, and you like it. Did you want a shot?" He holds up three fingers again, gesturing to Chase then puts them in my face and lowers his index finger. "Remember these?" He wiggles them.
I don't want the tingle that's starting. And I don't want my heart to be racing like it is. Because he's infuriating.
"I will seriously break them off," I growl, snatching them and bending backwards. "Knock that shit off, Grant." I don't hate it, he's right., but I don't want...whatever it is he can offer. Not with him.
"So not only is your pussy tight but your attitude's uptight. Got it." He nods then grabs the shots. "I think I need these more than you." He takes all three shots again and I glare at him. "I bet it's gonna be a long night unless you're sliding under the table on your knees."
I chuckle and finally step around him, trying to ignore the comment. Maybe I can just ignore him tonight. That would be wonderful.
I make it back to our table and sit back in my spot, spinning my glass in front of me and chancing a glance over to where Grant was standing. He's still there watching me from across the bar.
"Am I uptight?" I blurt to Affton.
"Uh, what?" She laughs with furrowed brows and glances at Tommy but he's distracted. "No. What's wrong?" She reaches across the table to squeeze my hand.
"So I'm not high maintenance and uptight? Maybe California ruined me." Maybe I should lay off the alcohol tonight.
"Hey, babe." She gets Tommy's attention. "Can you get us a couple shots please?" She smiles sweetly at him before he walks away. "Well... You're from California, so you think you were ruined from birth?" She laughs at me and lets go of my hand. "What's wrong? What brought this on? Someone fucking with you?"
My head shakes. "No." I finish off my beer and growl, standing up. "It's fine. I get emotional when I drink, it's fine." I'm not fucking uptight. "Hey, have you ever had a threesome? I haven't. Maybe I should. Get the stick out of my ass."
"Oh wow, darlin'." She laughs hard, throwing her head back. "I need some shots for this. Carter, spill it. What's got you so worked up?" She looks around like she's searching for the culprit.
"I haven't had sex in almost five months," I blurt, probably too loud. "I've listened to you and Tommy have sex for almost two of those months. My vibrator batteries are dead and for the life of me I can't figure out how this town has no decent cowboys available." I groan and sit back in my chair. "Sorry."
"Well, for starters, all the decent ones are taken. All the hot ones moved away. All the young ones are too young. And secondly." She grins at me, crinkling her nose. "You followed up the fact you listen to me and Tommy have sex with your vibe batteries died." With a knowing grin, she waits for me to admit what she's getting at.
I nod slowly. "Yep. I did." My glass meets my lips but it's gone again. "Can't blame a girl, honestly. It's better than porn noises."
She's laughing her ass off. "Between us, it's a huge turn on. That and people watching me fuck." She shudders then laughs hard. "If I thought you were into that kind of thing, I would have invited you into the bedroom once or twice. It doesn't happen often, but we..." She nods and gestures her hand, waiting for me to pick up on it.
"You..?" I grin. The random question Grant asked the other night is starting to make sense. "And you would have invited me?" God, tingly girl parts.
"I trust you. I've known you a long time and obviously I trust you enough if I moved you into our house. We like to have fun. Usually it's only with Grant, but I've been wanting to bring a girl into it for a while."
Tommy sets the shots on the table, but doesn't stick around, probably hearing what Affton just said. I take the drink and down it instantly. I need this, and by the looks of it, she does too because hers is going down the second I finish mine.
"Grant," I growl, shaking my head. She's fucked Grant? "How the hell do you put up with him? He's so...cocky." My eyebrows push together. "And stupid." And hot. So fucking hot. And I fucking hate it. "Wait, so you know about the pierc—" I stop in my tracks at the look she's giving me. "I just said too much, didn't I?"
"Oh no. No, no, no. Please say more. How do you know about his piercing?" Her eyebrow's cocked. "God, didn't you heed my warning?" she whines. "He is cocky and stupid!"
"Well don't worry. Nothing's going to happen between us." I let out a harsh laugh. "I'm too stuck up for his liking. Fucker. I have to pee then I'm getting another drink."
"Listen." She grabs my hand before I can walk away. "If I thought Grant was good enough for you, I would have set you two up. Believe me when I say there is no one in this town worth your time. We go to New York tomorrow. We'll find you at least one nice piece of ass." She smiles warmly, always trying to keep everyone happy.
"Good. I fucking need it." I grin at her. "I'll be back."
I push through the people and find the bathroom, trying not to cringe at the...decor. I wonder how long it's been since this bathroom's been cleaned. Well, I'll try not to wonder that while I'm pissing. It's a toilet. Not the nicest, but who cares. I'll show him who's stuck up. God, that man infuriates me.
When I swing open the door, on a mission for more alcohol and less thinking about Grant, he's leaning against the wall grinning at me like a damn wolf.
"You happen to see a brunette in there with her nipples hanging out of her shirt?" He glances around me before the door closes.
I huff. "Nope. But if I did I'd warn her away from you. And probably go buy her a bra."
"Uptight and catty." He nods before taking a drink of his beer. "You're a barrel of fun, Carter Dawn." Every time he says my full name that damn southern twang gets heavier and I can't say I hate it. "Maybe she ditched me." He shrugs then looks me over, head to toe. "I think this view is better anyway, even without nip-slip."
I shake my head at him and head toward our table, but he follows right on my heels. I can fucking smell him right now. How horrible is it that his cologne makes me want to rip his clothes off? Is it legal to duct tape someone's mouth shut in order to fuck them? I'd climb the ladder if he'd shut the fuck up for a few minutes.
"I'm not uptight," I blurt, spinning on him before we make it back to the table. "Sure, I'm catty. Sure I have an attitude to match but I'm not fucking uptight." I shove my finger in his chest and he smirks down at me.
"Being tight ain't all that bad." He smirks before looking at my finger. "I can show you with that finger what I mean. How many of your own fingers have you fit inside your pussy?"
My eyes go wide and I'm not sure if it's the look on his face that's telling me he expects me to slap him or the alcohol... "Three," I whisper, leaning in closer to his ear. "All the way in, baby." I trail my finger down his chest and wink at him, the look on his face is priceless.
"You're a dirty fucking girl, Carter Dawn."
"If you only knew, Grant Matthews." I go to spin but he grabs my wrist, stopping me.
"Stop fighting me and climb this ladder."
"Eh." I shrug and seeing Tommy approaching us, I yank my hand out of Grant's grasp, taking a step back.
"Matthews," Tommy says, walking up behind Grant and clasping his hand on his shoulder. "What the hell's up? You ready for a week in the big city?" Tommy's grinning from ear to ear and while he claims he never wants to leave the country this is his first big trip to what he calls the 'big city' and I think he's pretty excited for it.
"Same scenery, different day, man." Grant pulls his eyes from me and smiles at his friend. "Know what I mean? People everywhere. Snobs having a hard time letting loose." He shrugs before slapping Tommy's arm and heading for the bar.
"Is he always so negative?" I ask Tommy as we walk back to the table.
"Nah. He hasn't had a filter since we were kids though. And he doesn't need one, somehow he makes people like him."
"Yeah," I say, falling back into my seat next to Affton then groaning. "I forgot my beer!" I whine.
"Babe." Affton's staring at me with narrowed eyes but talking to Tommy. "Will you get Carter's beer? Unless...you want to go get it. I think I see Grant at the bar." Her eyes narrow even more.
"No," I blurt loud enough for Grant to turn and glance at our table. Hiding my head, I shake it. "No, Tommy's fine. Just... Chase knows what I've been drinking."
When Tommy walks away Affton sighs. "Carter." She's shaking her head and worry is all over her face. "I've known Grant practically my entire life. I love him to death and I see it all over your face. He infuriates you to no end but you can't wait for the angry sex. Then that'll turn into you wanting more. He's good in bed. I know! But don't let him lure you in then ruin you. You'll go running from here faster than you ran to your first paycheck." She smiles but it falls. "I don't want to lose you as a friend because of Grant."
I let out a laugh." You're not going to lose me as a friend because of him. I promise." I glance over to the bar and notice Tommy and Grant talking. "Hey, so you three have known each other pretty much your entire lives? Do the boys..." I make a face. "You know?"
"I don't know what you mean." She's laughing and leans closer. "What exactly are you asking?"
"Are they bi?" I can't stop the giggle that escapes at the picture in my head of the two boys going at it. What the hell is it about two hot dudes fucking?
"Sadly no. Not yet at least. No kissing, or fucking, but a girl can dream." She starts to laugh so loud that Tommy and Grant look over at us.
"I'd pay to watch that," I say, laughing.
"What are we paying to watch?" Tommy asks, showing back up at the table with Grant right behind him.
"Nothing." Affton offers him a smile then pulls a stool closer to her. "Grant, sit down." The dangerous look on her face even scares me.
"I think I'm good." He lifts his beer.
"I said sit." Affton yanks him onto the stool then grips his arm and turns, whispering in his ear.
"You all packed and ready for the trip, Tommy?" I ask, attempting to make small talk while trying to figure out what she's whispering to Grant.
"Yep, all good to go!" Tommy glances over at the two of them and nudges Grant's chair. "Lay off the goods, bro," he blurts when he notices Grant getting closer to Affton.
"Good," I mumble, bringing my beer to my lips.
The bar crowd has thinned out a lot since we got here but it's still a good crowd for being as small as this town is. Everything was great until Grant sat his ass down at the table. Well, until he was forced to. Now all I can think about is his fingers inside me...and I fucking hate it.
When he leans into Affton's ear, she starts to laugh and I shake my head. He's too damn good at making people like him. Affton turns to Tommy and I plan on joining the conversation but Grant looks at me and smiles. God, he's pretty. But then he waves at me with two fingers and now I'm feeling violent again. Hot and cold. That's how I'm feeling for this man. One minute I want him dead and the next I want his dick buried so deep inside me I'm screaming his name.
"I think I'm done for the night," I say, downing the beer that was just brought out for me. Slamming the glass on the table I'm met with Affton's amused look and the two boys' appreciative nods.
"Beany, I think you've met your match in beer chuggers," Tommy says as he starts to chuckle.
"It was learn to keep up or lose out on the fun when I was growing up," I mutter, grinning. "Can we go?"
"You must not have kept up much. Seems like you're missing fun from your life," Grant quips.
I narrow my eyes at him and lean forward. "I have plenty of fun in my life," I whisper. With my vibrator, sure.
"One night in the hangar isn't plenty of fun. It wasn't enough for me."
"In the hangar?" Affton screams and her glare is on me.
"Came back with no pants, too," Tommy blurts, chuckling.
"You promised!" I yell. "Jesus."
"Tommy's the last one that'll keep your secrets from me." She laughs.
I huff and stand. "I need another drink if we're not leaving." I storm to the bar, not planning on going back to that table. Not if he's there. "Chase, can I have two shots please."
"Moving on to something harder? Got ya." He smiles at me like he knows why and I take a seat at the bar while I wait.
"Toss those on my tab, Chase," a man next to me says making me spin and look at him. He's cute. Maybe a little older than me but that hasn't stopped me in the past.
"Why thank you." I smile, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I'm Carter."
"Bill." He holds his hand in front of him. "Nice to meet you Carter. I'm the town Uber driver."
I paste a grin on my face. I'll show him that I'm not uptight. "Can you hang on one second? I'll just...I'll be back. Soon." I rush over to the table. "Hey, you guys can head home whenever. Bill and I are going to hang out for a bit."
"Bill?" Affton cocks her eyebrow. "Who the hell's Bill?" She looks at Tommy.
"Bill Sesser?" Tommy turns and looks over at the bar. "He does my dad's taxes." He glances at me and nods. "Okay..."
"Yeah. He'll take me home later so it's fine. You guys don't need to wait for me." I glance at Grant and give him a cocky grin.
He laughs and shakes his head. "Oh good, the two most uptight people in this town have found love at Willie's. Bet Bill will give you a discount around tax time if you let him finger you with his one and half fingers. Bill has a nub." He lifts his hand and bends one finger.
"Don't lose sleep over jealousy." I wink at him and turn, heading back to the bar.
Turns out Bill's as exciting as a paper bag but I can't let on that he wasn't the brightest choice so when Affton and Tommy check in before they head out I practically sit on poor Bill's lap.
"So you want to get out of here?" He finishes his nonalcoholic beer and stands from the stool before tucking his shirt back into his jeans.
I clench my teeth together and almost take one for the team until I see the pager on his belt loop. I can deal with a nub...I can't deal with a pager.
"You know, I'm actually meeting a friend here in a little bit so you go ahead, I'll be fine." I smile bright for him. "Thanks for the drinks."
"Really?" he asks in disappointment.
"Yeah really, Sesser," Grant says from behind me. "Go run home and punch in some numbers before you stick that nub in your ass."
I snort a laugh and have to choke it back because the look on Bill's face makes me feel marginally guilty for Grant being such a dick. Bill's nice. But he's too nice.
"I'm sorry, Bill. Grant was born without part of his brain. He doesn't know when he opens his mouth that it usually makes people wish they were jumping off a bridge."
"Don't apologize for me," Grant says, pushing Bill back a step before stomping his foot at him and Bill goes running for the front door. "Sessor ain't a good guy. Don't let the fucking nerd fool you. He slapped my half sister around a few times. How do you think he got that nub?"
"And you're saying you are a good guy?"
"Only time I've slapped a woman was when she begged for it then immediately came on my dick." He shrugs and grabs the beer Chase just set down. "I think I'm the better man, yes."
I hum, picturing just how rough he would be in bed and my body starts reacting in ways I'd rather it not.
"Well thank you," I whisper, nursing the drink Bill bought me. Some pink frilly thing that isn't my taste but it was free so I'll drink it.
Grant sighs like I'm the most annoying person in this bar, but yet he's still sitting here, then he takes the drink right from my hand and pushes his beer at me before nodding at Chase to get him a new beer.
"Hey! That's my drink!" My brows furrow as he reaches over the bar and dumps it in the sink. "You poured out my drink," I pout. I don't pout. But I'm...hell, I forget how many drinks in and this beer tastes better anyway. "That would have gotten your dick stabbed, by the way. But I don't have a knife on me."
He turns on the stool and shifts forward, his hands going between my thighs, making me spread them so he can lean on my stool as he moves closer to me. "I want to fuck you, Carter Dawn. Hard and nasty. I want to leave you crying because you're sad it's over. Stop playin' and let's leave."
Lust. Wet panties. Tingling lady bits. I'm sure my cheeks are completely flushed.
"No," I whisper, right before I push against him. "But you can take me home." I down the rest of the beer he handed me, pissed that it makes me happy this was his drink before he gave it to me. Can a beer bottle taste like someone? I wonder what he tastes like...
He chuckles with a shake of his head as he stands. "Ladies first." He gestures to the door and when I walk by, he slaps my ass.
"You don't ride a bike too, do you? Metal death traps. Fat girls can't ride on bikes."
His hand goes around my waist when I almost trip on the rocks in the parking lot.
"You'd be surprised what I've fit on my bike," he says and sure enough steers me toward a motorcycle just like Tommy's.
"Goddammit," I grumble more. "No thanks. I'll walk." I huff, looking around. "Which way's their house?"
Ignoring me, he puts a helmet on my head. "The way I'm about to ride you. Get on the bike and maybe I'll pretend I have a nub when I finger you. Get your fantasies of Bill fulfilled."
I shudder. "God, don't talk about the nub." My stomach rolls. "I may be sick. Don't talk about the nub. How'd he get it anyway? No. Stop, don't talk about it." I take off the helmet and start walking. "Thanks for the ride, Grant."
"Hey, baby." He grabs my arm, laughing at me. "You gotta actually get on the bike first. You want to ride the ladder instead?"
"Fat girls don't fit on bikes." I shrug then my stomach rolls more. "Fuck, why'd you let me drink that much?"
"Let's get something straight." He puts the helmet back on my head. "When you call yourself fat, you're being degrading. I don't put up with that shit. When I call you fat, I'm filling my spank bank. You won't call yourself fat anymore. You're gonna shut your sexy mouth and get your uptight ass on the bike or I'm putting a finger and a half in your tight pussy."
"Well when you put it like that..." I whisper, right before my mouth starts to water. I turn and manage to spill everything I drank into the bushes, barely missing Grant's boot. "Fuck," I groan. "Who let me drink that much!"
"Fuck." He huffs. "How about you start taking blame for your own actions. You alright now? Got it all out on my boots?"
"Shut up." I nudge him away from me. "I didn't get it on your boots. Fucker." I storm over to his bike, my stomach feeling marginally better. Swinging my leg over it, I'm trying not to think about how terrible this ride is about to be. "Just get me home then you don't have to worry about me again."
Until tomorrow when you fly us to New York. Shit.
"I'm never worried about you, baby. My dick hasn't stopped thinking about you, but I ain't worried." He starts the bike before I can retort so he can't hear me over the rumbling and crackling of the exhaust.
At Tommy and Affton's I manage to get off the back of the bike without dying.
"Thank you," I say, handing him the helmet. "That wasn't as horrible as I thought it was going to be." In all reality the fresh air was exactly what I needed but he doesn't need to know that.
"You should start believing me. The ladder won't be horrible either." He gets off the bike and sets the helmet on the seat.
"Okay, goodnight, Grant!" I say, walking away from him and toward the front door.
Get away as fast as possible. Fast. Quick. Because being that close to him the entire drive back here did nothing to calm my libido that seems to only want one thing.
"Goodnight, Carter Dawn." He says following right behind me and when I spin around to tell him we are definitely not spending the night together, he walks past me and down the hall toward Affton's room. Knocking once, he opens the door, closing it behind him.
"What," I hiss. What the fuck? What the actual fuck?
I stand in the hallway, blinking and staring at the door that doesn't open again. But when my stomach rolls again I rush to the bathroom before I can figure out what just happened, praying to the porcelain god that I don't die of alcohol poisoning tonight.
I wake in a pool of sweat on my bathroom floor. The sun's just starting to peek through the blinds but it's like a knife to my head. Groaning, I slowly stand and toss my clothes on the floor, turning on the hot water almost as hot as it'll go and stepping under the stream. I need coffee. I need grease. Bacon sounds amazing right about now, but what sounds even better at this point is making this ache between my legs go away. Mother fucking Grant Matthews.
Swinging open my bedroom door I'm blessed with the aroma of coffee. God, someone in this house must love me. After wrapping my robe around me, I make my way to the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks.
"What are you doing here?" I glare at Grant, but my annoyance is soon replaced with a sigh when he sets a mug of coffee in front of me. "Is this poisoned?"
"Why don't you drink it and find out?" He winks then moves to the microwave. "And...poison bacon, sausage, avocados, and toast. Don't ask for eggs. Affton's allergic to them or something." He sets the plate down.
I narrow my eyes at him, my hand reaching for a slice of bacon without me even telling it to.
"Thank you," I finally say, very hesitantly. Why is he being nice to me? "I...I puked on your shoes last night didn't I?" I cringe, remembering the parking lot. "Fuck, Grant. I'll get them cleaned...or grab the hose and clean them off."
"Uh." He chuckles. "No. My boots are fine. Eat, get up your strength. You're gonna need it." He moves to the coffee pot.
"It's not that long of a flight." I groan. "I need aspirin. Or something." I shove another piece of bacon in my mouth and start moving for the cabinets, trying to figure out where they stash all their meds.
Suddenly he's pushed against my back and he pivots his hips, rubbing a very hard dick over my ass. Unscrewing a lid to an aspirin bottle he says in my ear, "I didn't mean for the flight," as he moves his hips again.
I squeeze my eyes closed, the feeling of him pressed against me is making me briefly forget about this hangover. At least until I hear boots stomping into the room. I shove Grant back a step and groan when the room spins.
"I drank way too much last night. Way too much." I look over at Tommy who's eyeing the both of us as he walks into the room. "That...that's not like me."
The look he's giving Grant right now makes me want to ask what happened after Grant disappeared into their room. I definitely remember that.
Grant laughs. "Good girls don't drink too much, huh?" He heads for the back door. "I thought you were a dirty girl, Carter Dawn?" Before I can say anything he's outside and I'm left in awkward silence with Tommy.
"You want a refill?" he asks, a grin lifting his lips as he holds out the coffee pot for me.
"Please," I whisper, staring at the door Grant just walked through.
I take my coffee to my room to finish getting ready. I also take my plate of bacon, because who can honestly resist a plate of perfectly cooked bacon? I'm not sure where Grant disappeared to, and I hate that I'm even thinking about him, but I am. I really am, especially as I pack the sexiest panties I own into my bag. I hear him yelling throughout the house about ten minutes after we were supposed to leave.
"Why the fuck is no one on my plane? You got a pilot ready to take off but he's waiting on his passengers! Let's fucking go! I'm never late!"
Affton barks out a laugh. "Yeah right. I'm surprised you're even awake right now."
"Late night last night, guys?" I quirk an eyebrow at Grant as I follow Affton past him.
"Wouldn't you like to know, good girl? You were too busy puking all night to join the fun. I'll give you a ride later to show you what you missed."
"Just get us to New York without killing us." I huff, ignoring the need between my legs. I'm not a fucking good girl and I'm not wound too tight. "Affton we need to go over the schedule for the week once wheels are up." I click back into work mode as easily as I can with this hangover. I need something to take my mind off Grant.
"Uh-oh. Miss Uptight's back in action. Get in the car and wait until I'm in the cockpit so I can't hear your work gibberish. Let's go!" he barks loudly, clapping his hands before opening the back door to the car for us.
"Don't be jealous that I'm more important than you, buddy," I say, pouting out my bottom lip and ruffling his hair before ducking into the back seat. "Some of us have to handle a big kid job."
"Yeah well, she still pays me a six figure salary and fucks me." He slams the door closed and Affton goes off on a tirade.
"Grant! You motherfucker! I'm going to fire you! You are such a pig! I'm going to fire him!" She's screaming but I can see Grant and he's on the phone at the front of the car, not hearing a word she's saying.
We make it on the plane without any more outbursts and are wheels up much faster than I assumed he'd be able to.
"Happy the pilot doesn't have any troubles getting it up," I say loud enough that he can hear me, smirking at my clever dig.
"This is your captain speaking," he comes over the speakers. "Just want to tell you to sit back, relax, and don't worry about my fully functioning cock because he can get it up for you even when you're uptight and bitchy."
"Grant! Fly the plane!" Affton bitches.
"How do you put up with him?" I ask her when Tommy finds his way to the back of the plane. "I mean, I'd fucking stab him." Or fuck him until he couldn't breathe. Then at least he wouldn't be so annoying.
Affton laughs. "You either love him or hate him." She closes her eyes. "Just accept you hate him and ignore him. He won't stop. He will always push your buttons and step over a line. Just try to ignore him."
"Do you love him?" I whisper, leaning closer to her. "You're always saying you love him or hate him. You don't hate him...so do you love him?"
"There are days I wish I didn't know him." She chuckles. "But of course I love him. He's family." She shrugs then looks at me. "Oh! Oh...you mean...oh. Noooo. No. Not like that. I...trust him." She nods like that's a good enough answer.
"So there are no other feelings..?" I wave between her and the cockpit. "Nothing?" I shouldn't care. I don't care.
"That is such a loaded question, Carter. I don't know how to explain he's like family but I sleep with him. I have no romantic feelings toward Grant whatsoever," she whispers. "But there's no other man I'd bring into the bed with us. I trust him and so does Tommy. It just works."
I nod silently, trying to figure out how she can do what they do without romantic feelings towards him. I could do that. I could so fucking do that.
"So how'd it start? You know, between the three of you? Were you and Tommy already together? How long has it been going on?" I don't know why I'm suddenly so interested in their sex life but if I'm not having it myself I may as well live vicariously through her.
A sweet smile fills her face. "Over a year. And it started...with alcohol." She shrugs and chuckles. "Me and Tommy were together." Nodding, her gaze drifts away. "It was a different time in my life. But it happened and I got more and more adventurous with them and it really helped me kind of...put myself back together. If Tommy said no more, I wouldn't lose sleep over it. We just like to have fun."
"Huh," I mutter. "Cool." I'm lost in thought and when Tommy walks back to the seats and bends to press his lips to Affton's I see the love between the two of them and a pang of jealousy I've never experienced hits me.
"This is your horny captain speaking. Will the hot, thick chick in the black leggings please come to the cockpit to see the captain's cock?"
I growl, trying not to grin because even though he comes off as an asshole there's something annoyingly cute about the fucker.
"I'm good!" I yell, making Affton laugh.
She was right when she said somehow he makes people like him. I fucking hate it, though. Growing up I hated boys like him. So why, suddenly, does behavior like that make my panties wet and my body full of need?
I close my eyes and try to nap on the rest of the flight because the minute we land it'll be constant go-go-go until the final day when we'll get a tourist day of the city. This job's more work than I thought it would be, but since I get to do it with my best friend it's not as bad as it sounds. Plus I get all the free hotel rooms I can book!
Speaking of hotel rooms, as we stand here trying to check into the three rooms I booked last month I feel like reaching across the counter and yanking the fake hair off this Barbie wanna-be.
"You booked two rooms," she says, clicking at the computer before smiling at me. A Botox and collagen filled smile and I wonder if she even remembers what it feels like to truly smile anymore.
"I booked three." I glare at her, wide-eyed, because this is not fucking happening. "Three. We got three rooms." I yank my phone out to search for the reservation confirmation.
"It's showing two, ma'am."
"Fuck!" I yell, making the stick figure girl jump. Pulling up my email I stare at the screen horrified. "Great. Two...so I need you to add one more please." We need three rooms. I need my own room.
"I'm sorry ma'am we're all booked for the week. Fashion week brings a ton of clients. The only room we have available is the penthouse but that's just one big suite." She shrugs.
"Do it," I blurt, not looking to Affton for approval. Safety in numbers, right?
"Great." The lady smiles bright because I just dropped a fucking fortune for that upgrade and after a few signatures the four of us are holding the gold keycards in our hands.
"Good. Let's go." I push past them, heading for the elevators.
"Let's go, good girl." I get a pinch on my ass and turn to swing, but he dodges it.
"I'm not a fucking good girl, stop calling me that!" I hiss as we stand and wait for the elevator. "We'll have more room in the penthouse anyway. And a better view."
When we step on the elevator with a few other people, Grant casually says, "I know you're not a good girl. You're a dirty little sl—" Affton's hand slaps over his mouth and the few people in the elevator turn to look at us.
"God, you're such an asshole." I let out a stressed chuckle. A hot asshole, but an asshole nonetheless. I manage to ignore the look he's giving me the rest of the elevator ride and when we step into the foyer of the penthouse I feel freedom nipping at me.
Affton swipes the card to let us into the room and the minute the doors swing open I stop worrying about the money this room costs. This isn't a room. This is an entire fucking floor of the hotel.
"Holy shit!" I laugh, heading toward the ceiling to floor windows and looking down. "Look at the city!"
A few minutes later Grant's at my side, looking out at the view and whistles. "Beautiful," he says like he's actually human and not a huge asshole.
I look over at him shocked by his genuine comment, but get an even bigger shock. He's butt naked.
"Where the fuck are your clothes?" I bark out, trying not to laugh. And really trying not to stare. I look around the space and don't see Affton or Tommy anywhere. I thought having this one space together would keep me safe from these advances of Grant's. Do you know how hard it is to turn this man down? Especially when he's...like this?! "Grant!" God, that body. Who the hell has a body like that? "Do you ever eat any cheeseburgers?" I try to pinch fat at his sides but there's nothing. "Who are you? What...the fuck is this?" I scrunch my nose again, trying to find an ounce of fat on this guy's body but he's all lean muscle.
"It all goes to the cock, baby. Give that a squeeze, see what you come up with." He turns to me, his erection pointing right at me.
"Do you ever not have an erection? Is there a medical problem I should know about?" God, that dick though. The need between my legs is horrible right now as I resist ripping my clothes off and giving in. Fuck, this is hard.
"Yeah, it's called I like hot chicks. Stop being hot. I'll stop being hard." He starts to stroke himself as he walks away. "I got naked to shower, Carter Dawn, not to fuck, you dirty girl. Get your mind out of the gutter. Right after I wash away the ball sweat a five hour flight causes, we can get to the fucking." He looks back at me like he's actually waiting for me to agree.
"I've got a pretty bad case of humidititties goin' on right now, Grant Matthews." I pull out the best southern accent I can, trying to match the very pronounced twang I hear every damn time he says my name. "No one wants to deal with that shit. Take a shower. I won't be here when you get out, anyway."
"That's sad for you and him." He looks down at his dick he's still stroking. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
I watch his naked ass head for the bathroom, not even trying to pull my eyes from it.
I wasn't lying when I said I wouldn't be here, though. Work started the minute the plane landed on the tarmac. My phone turned on and the e-mails and appointment reminders started coming through. We landed a little before dinner and it's midnight before Affton and I are walking back into the hotel.
"I'm done." I huff, sliding off my heels on the elevator ride up to the penthouse.
"One down, four to go." She smiles. "I'd lose my damn mind if I didn't have you. I can't wait for a hot bath with my cowboy." She rubs her temples.
"You enjoy that. I can't wait for sleep. So much sleep." Absolutely not spending time with the other cowboy in the house. He's probably not even there. He's probably dipping that dick into as many New Yorkers as he can get tonight. I roll my eyes as the doors ding open and we head for the living area of the suite.
Grant and Tommy are aggressively playing a video game and I didn't expect to walk in on them being so normal. I figured if he were here, there'd be about sixty strippers with him.
"Hey, there's food. It's still hot," Grant calls to us before ramming his shoulder into Tommy as they focus on the TV.
I let out a moan, pissed that the mention of food brought me to the kitchen and not my bed like I wanted.
"God, it's Italian!" I grab a breadstick and shove it in my mouth, moaning as the garlic butter hits my tongue. "Oh my god," I say with a mouth full of food. "Tommy, you're a saint!" I yell into the living room.
"I know!" he hollers back, laughing.
"I'm taking this to the tub." Affton grabs her plate and laughs all the way to her room. "Tommy," she says his name and in an instant he abandons the controller.
I laugh and go back to eating my food until there are hands on my shoulders, rubbing out the tension.
"That's my dinner," Grant says.
"Oh," I moan. "Great. Thanks. Just please don't stop."
His fingers on me are making my brain short circuit. I roll my head to the side and let out a moan when he digs them in a bit deeper.
"Tommy's the saint but you're eating the food I saved for you. You're a considerate woman." His fingers travel down my spine, massaging like he's paid to do it.
I don't want him to stop, but I feel like I might have hurt that one tiny feeling he has in that fit body of his so I sigh heavy and spin.
"Grant Matthews, you are," I say, resting my hands on his shoulders. "So fucking awesome. Thank you for saving me food." I tap his nose and bat my eyes at him. "That's twice in one day you've fed me. I think you might not hate me as much as you let on."
"Just building up all the blow jobs you'll owe me for being kind. Two you say? Noted." He walks back to the couch and picks up a controller.
I stand here and watch him go on with the game while the other player continuously dies because he never swapped it to one player when Tommy left. It's driving me insane!
"Move," I blurt, walking over and grabbing the controller. He glances up at me before his eyes go back to the TV but he doesn't move. "You're failing this fucking game, so either move over and let me help you, or put it on one player. This," I say, waving to the TV, "is making me twitch.
"So uptight, Carter Dawn." He scoots over on the couch then nods expectantly.
I hold back a grin, biting down on my bottom lip, and curl my legs underneath me as I sit down.
"I'll show you uptight," I mumble, restarting my character and taking off. My brothers and I used to play this game all the time. I haven't picked up a controller in a couple years but it all comes back pretty quick.
It doesn't take long before he dies and he huffs. "I'm pretty sure you cheated," he complains but I ignore him and keep going. "Cheating ass," he mumbles, pulling my feet out from under me.
When his thumbs press into my foot I try to suppress another moan but he knows exactly where to push. Not just 'oh thanks my feet are sore' maneuvers. This foot rub is sending jolts straight to my core and I'm fairly certain I'm going to find these panties soaked from this. Fucker.
"I need to go to bed," I finally whisper, trying to pull my legs off his lap. This is too close. And he's gone a long ass time without being a dick to me so I'm sure it's just a matter of time.
"Yeah, it's pretty late. What the hell do you guys do all day? Is it fast paced at least? The time fly by?"
I scrunch my brows, not sure what the trap is, but casual conversation with him has to be a set up.
"Meetings. A pre-fashion show. Another meeting. Then an interview with an online blog." I sigh, because his hands haven't stopped but now I'm really worried this is a set up because he's actually watching me like he cares about the words that are coming out of my mouth. "Tomorrow is more meetings and a couple more pre-fashion shows then the next day is the TV spot that Jonathan set up for her. Busy, busy, busy."
"Are you behind the scenes for it all or do you get to be right up front with Affton? I've seen that woman work." He shakes his head and leans back, getting comfortable but never releasing my foot. "She's fucking nonstop and people are always in her face. That happen to you too?"
"A lot more when I was modeling for her. Now I'm solely behind the scenes but it's just as crazy. The scheduling gets insane, but she doesn't have to worry about it with me here so at least it takes that stress off her." I close my eyes, resting my head on the back of the couch. "I wasn't sure if I'd like a job like this, but she's pretty amazing to watch as she works her magic."
"How'd you even get this job? I've never met you. I'd remember if I had and I've been working for her for the past year."
"I was at Trenton with her," I say the word like it's the plague now. That place went under fast once Corey died. "After she left and he died, no one else there saw a use in a plus sized model being on the payroll. So I went back to work a receptionist job near my dad's house until Affton called a couple months ago and begged me to work for her. For Cultured Relief." I shrug. "I couldn't exactly pass it up. The pay's pretty amazing."
"Yeah, she takes care of her employees. Why don't you model anymore?" His hands move to my calves.
I slowly open my eyes and when they hit his gaze my body trembles. How can he be so intense all the damn time?
"I...don't really know." My eyebrows push together. "Honestly I didn't want it before Affton, and I'm not sure if you knew this or not but I'm not as body positive as she is. It takes a lot to be a model today, and even more to be a plus size model. And I like cheeseburgers way too much." I grin, shrugging it off.
Leaving modeling never bothered me because I knew I'd never get another in with her out of the industry and even now that she's back at Cultured Relief the thought hasn't even crossed my mind. I'm happy.
"I thought you were a model when I met you at the party. Didn't realize you were Affton's assistant until you said something. You can eat all the cheeseburgers you want, you're still hot enough to be a model."
"Is this where you tell me you poisoned my dinner?" I can't keep my lips from lifting into a smirk. I don't want to be a bitch to him, but the cattiness just happens so naturally with him it's hard to stop when it flows out. "What happened to the Grant Matthews I know in the seven-ish hours I was gone?"
"Still the same Matthews," he says and starts crawling up my body. There he is. This is when I should push him off. Just shove him to the floor and run. But I don't, because his frame on top of me is way too much to take in right now. "And it was a compliment. Accept it, like it, and let me fuck you." His mouth goes for mine and while my brain's screaming at me to shove him to the floor, other parts of my body are begging me to let him in. Literally and figuratively.
Our mouths crash together and I don't fight it when he swipes his tongue over my lips. God, he smells good. And feels fucking amazing as I run my hands up his shirt and feel every damn muscle in his torso. It's been so long since I've had a guy in my bed that I'm holding on by a fucking thread here. This isn't fair!
"You want to be a dirty fucking girl, Carter Dawn?"
Yes. Yes I damn well do.
His hand starts sliding down my body. "You want to sit on my face before you ride my cock and I leave you dripping come?"
Fuck me, why is it so hot when he talks like that? I squeeze my eyes closed, forcing a small shake of my head. I want it, and I want it bad. But I don't. At least I feel like I shouldn't.
"Fuck," I breathe as his hand dips between my legs and pushes against me over top of my underwear. "Nope," I whisper. "I don't," I manage, but even my body is betraying me as I buck into his palm.
"Then why are you trying to fuck my hand, dirty girl?" He licks over my mouth and I open for him, our tongues dancing and sliding together as his palm cups and pushes against me. "I don't know why you're fighting me getting inside of you. You afraid of something?"
Oh man that's a loaded question. Afraid? Yes. Of becoming addicted to the only man that's made me want to set his skin on fire with a match. And not to mention the fact that that same man is also currently fucking my best friend/boss and her husband. Fuck, this is fucked up.
And hot as hell.
"Only thing I'm afraid of is you becoming attached," I blurt, hissing out a yes when he pushes my underwear aside and strokes me. "Can't have that," I pant.
"Don't worry. You're not bad enough for me, Carter Dawn, but I want to make you dirty. You look like you'd enjoy begging me to fuck your pussy while you're tied to a bed, wet enough you soak the sheets. You look like you'd be the type to cry when my cock fills you and by the time I'm filling you with come you'd be crying for me not to stop. I'd keep fucking you then let you suck yours and my come off my big, hard dick. I'd fulfill every dirty fantasy you never knew you had."
I moan, his words making me push against his hand again. He lets out a victory chuckle, so full of his ego it pisses me off that I give my head a brief shake and internally apologize to my lady bits for what I'm about to do.
"I don't beg." I say then clear my throat and grit my teeth while I push his hand out from between my legs. Everything in my body is screaming at me right now, so unbelievably pissed that I'm about to shove him off of me but I have to get off this couch before I let it go too far. I'm not worried at all that he'll get attached. I'm worried that I will. "It's bedtime, Grant Matthews." I put my hand on his chest and push.
"I can make you come in under three minutes if you just give me the chance." He sits up and his hands go behind his head. He watches me smugly while I untwist my panties.
"I'm not sure that's something you should be bragging about." I sit up and pat him on the cheek. "But that was fun." Pull yourself off the couch, Carter. Walk away from the overly sexualized bad boy that's looking at you like you're his next meal. "Night, Matthews."
He bites his lip a minute, watching me in a way that has me frozen in place.
"Night, good girl." He stands and pushes his lips to mine.
I expect a hot kiss that won't let me walk away but I get a soft one that leaves me more confused than I was walking into this room earlier. He's gone just like that, too. Like nothing ever fucking happened.
I watch his room door close before throwing a silent fit that I won't let myself go for him, and I'm not even sure why I'm holding off anymore. It's all on principal at this point. He's a dick. I just need to keep reminding myself that he's a dick.
And, he also has a nice dick.
God, I'm fucked.