I did three shots before leaving for dinner just to get up the nerve for tonight. It was Affton's brilliant idea but as I stand here now, in the middle of this bedroom with my boss, her fiancé, and a red faced Grant in the doorway, I'm trembling and I can't tell if it's from lust and need or if it's from pure fear that this wasn't the best idea.
"I don't get on my knees for any man," I say through a thick throat.
"Yeah, yeah. No cares. I won, you dirty girl. I fucking won. Give me my prize." He stalks toward me.
"What the fuck did you win? What the hell's going on?" Tommy blurts.
"I'm shocked you had it in you, really. Congratulations, Sally."
"Come on. Let it out. Talk dirty to me, baby. Explicit details." His thumb goes to my lips and the way he's looking at me is like he's about to swallow me whole. When his thumb opens my jaw and slides over my bottom teeth I dart my tongue out before closing my mouth around his finger and suck.
He smiles and his eyes light up. "You probably shouldn't have started this little foursome 'cause you're about to say things you'll never want repeated and now you have three witnesses. A bet's a bet," he says, stroking his cock and my eyes flash to Tommy and Affton who are watching like we're a soap opera about to turn porno.
He's trying to intimidate me, but he doesn't know I need this. This is the only way we can be together, because as much as I trust two of the people in this room I'm still deciding if I can trust the one man that wants to devour me.
"I'll take my chances." I look down to where he's stroking himself. "So explicit details, huh?"
"Dirtier than you've ever been. Don't hold back."
"Good, good." I pause and glance at his dick like I'm about to drop to my knees in front of him, and while I want to, I skirt around him and make a beeline for Affton. "Hey," I whisper, pushing through the nerves.
"Hey." She smiles, her kind gaze helping with my nerves. She slides her hand into my hair. "You sure you want to do this? We can take a rain check until you're ready."
"I'm more than ready." I take a breath and narrow my eyes. "I want your lips on my pussy." I watch the smile spread on her lips then turn to Grant. "And you can watch."
"Not really what I had in mind when I said you'd tell me what I could do to your pussy, but I'll take it." He snaps his fingers then crosses the room and sits in a chair. "Let's do this."
I look toward Tommy then back to Affton.
"You're more than welcome to do whatever the fuck you want." I crawl up the bed and lean against the headboard, slowly spreading my legs.
Affton moves with me, hovering over me before she leans down for a kiss and her thigh rubs against my pussy. Before she slides down she rubs her clit against mine then moves her mouth to my tits. I arch my back when her teeth clamp around my nipple and behind her I see Tommy moving toward the bed, his dick in his hand.
"Fuck," I manage to moan when Affton's fingers slide through my wet core.
"Holy fuck, Beany, watching you play with her is hot as fuck," Tommy says from behind her, his fingers playing her. "You're so fucking wet, baby."
"I don't know what the hell he's doing." She laughs at Grant in confusion and looks over at him as he gives us a wave.
"Biding my time." His eyes are locked on mine and I have to look away because it's too much to handle.
"I'm going to eat her out and I could really use a dick in me." Affton exhales a shaky breath, her attention on Tommy while she travels her finger up and down my clit softly. Her touch is softer than I'm used to but it's nice. I like it.
"God," Tommy huffs, pushing into Affton and making her moan right as her lips connect with my pussy.
She slides her fingers in me and I clench around her, bringing my hand to my nipple and squeezing while I watch Tommy pound into her. I let my eyes flash to Grant and the minute his gaze hits mine I moan and buck my hips into Affton's face.
Grant stands and moves for the bed, kneeling next to us, stroking his cock. "She getting you nice and soaked? Getting your pussy dripping in come before I'm so deep inside you that you'll feel me the next time you touch yourself. What's her tongue doing, Carter Dawn?" He leans closer to my face and he replaces my hand on my nipple with his own. "You didn't pay up on the bet so at least tell me what she's doing to you."
I let out a moan and my hand grips the back of Affton's hair as I push her face into my pussy.
"She's li—" I gasp when her fingers curl inside me. "Fuck," I huff. "She's licking my clit," I pant. "And her fingers have found just the perfect spo—" I finish it on a scream when her mouth sucks around my clit. "Holy fuck," I manage. "I need a dick in me," I blurt, riding her face as she chuckles.
"Just say the word, baby." Grant's eyes are on Affton who hasn't stopped licking me, and he continues to stroke his cock.
Affton removes herself from between my legs and spins, kissing Tommy, her lips still coated in my juices. She nods towards me and lets her hand trail down his abs then plays with his dick.
"You sure?" I don't know who Tommy's asking but with my fingers dancing around my clit, I spread my lips open and nod.
"Please," I manage, then look up at Grant and wrap my hand around his dick, letting my fingers play with the metal studs. "Those scare me," I say, then let out a moan as Tommy fills me. "Holy shit, Affton!" I yell, earning a giggle from her.
"Told you it's the magic dick."
Before I can say anything, Grant grabs my hair and turns my head to look at him, there's a fury in his gaze and I almost push him away but he grabs my head and holds me still, sliding the head of his cock over my lips.
"Open, Carter Dawn. Be a good whore."
I moan, opening my mouth because as much as his dirty talk should piss me off it turns me on more. I relax the back of my throat and let him shove his dick as far back as it'll go. Reaching my hand over to Affton blindly, she guides my palm to her pussy and I start playing, sliding my fingers into her one at a time.
Grant moves his hips, pushing his dick deeper down my throat as his hand wraps around my neck. "I think Carter Dawn needs the full DP experience." He's pissed, I can see it all over his face, but he turns to look at Tommy. "I call dibs on her ass." He looks at me again and smirks. "This is what a foursome's all about, baby." He winks at me and pulls his dick from my mouth, making sure to drag it over the inside of my cheek.
Affton moans and rides my hand but Tommy pulls out of my pussy right when Grant pulls out of my mouth and I feel incredibly empty. I whimper, watching Tommy move on to Affton and spin her so she's on all fours before slamming into her again. My eyes flash to Grant and I crawl to my knees in front of him then take his dick in my hand, stroking him. I turn my head and watch Tommy fuck Affton hard, the noises the same as I hear every fucking night.
"Fuck, Affton," Tommy huffs and the slapping of skin makes me even more wet. "Ah, fuck!" Tommy belts. "Bean, you close?"
"Fuck!" she screams and her hand slides between my legs but the way her whole body's trembling makes me tighten my thighs around her hand and it's only another minute before she screams with her orgasm.
"God, fuck, shit," Tommy blurts, slamming into her hard enough to make the whole bed shake before he lets out a growl and empties himself into her. "Holy fuck," he pants.
I grin, watching the two of them then turn back to Grant who's just as mesmerized by that show as I am.
"You want to fuck me, bad boy?" I trace the head of his dick with my fingertips.
"No, baby." His grin is so loaded. "Open those pretty lips, Carter Dawn. Suck me until I say stop." He shifts his hips and drags his cock up my neck to my mouth.
I do as he says but only because I don't feel like poking the bear. He's pissed. My mouth opens and someone behind me drags their tongue down my ass then back up again before a finger slides inside me, making me moan just as Grant's pushing his dick to the back of my throat. I gag because I wasn't ready for it but he doesn't let up. I have to breathe through it and relax my throat to let him go deeper. I think it's Tommy's hand in my pussy right now because Affton's didn't feel like that, but not knowing who's playing with me is hot as fuck.
Grant gathers my hair and I lock eyes with him. The look on his face is still anger but he's so hard, each time he hits the back of my throat I gag. He doesn't stop and I suck harder while he fucks my face. His grip in my hair tightens after a few minutes.
"Such a good slut." He grunts before pulling his dick from my mouth and gripping himself, shooting his orgasm over my face. I can't pull back because his fingers are twisted in my hair, holding me still. He grunts two or three times, not pulling away until he's done, and when he is, he leaves the room like he was never here.
"What the fuck," I mutter, trying to wipe my face off with the bed sheet. I turn and see Affton glaring at the door and realize whoever was playing with me has stopped. "What the fuck was that?" I ask both of them.
Her wide eyes go to Tommy. "She broke Grant," she whispers like I'm not supposed to hear her then hurries off the bed and grabs her robe, rushing out of the room, leaving me and Tommy.
"You didn't finish," Tommy says.
"Yeah, no, I fucking realize that." I pull myself off the bed, bringing the sheet with me and storm to my bedroom.
Fuck him. And fuck country boys.
***
The plane ride home isn't as awkward as I thought it'd be. Affton is the same old awesome best friend. Tommy's his usual attentive self with Affton. Grant hasn't spoken a word to me since he stormed out of the room last night.
Maybe it's for the better.
I pull out my laptop once we get home and start looking at nearby apartments. I know Affton said I could move upstairs but it's not going to hurt seeing what's out there. Just as I'm about to virtually tour a place on the other side of town she walks into the room. I slam my laptop closed and smile over at her.
"What's up?"
"Hey." She's got that worried smile on her face and sits next to me, grabbing my hand. "We haven't really talked about what happened and I just want to make sure you're not uncomfortable around me and Tommy now. I'd feel like shit if I ruined our friendship."
"You didn't ruin anything." I nudge her and give her hand a squeeze. "I'm just exhausted from our trip. I know tomorrow morning our fast paced days will pick back up so I was taking today to kind of lay low." I give her a smile and rest my head on her shoulder. "You and Tommy are pretty much everything I aspire to be one day."
She laughs and rubs my back before standing up and walking toward the sink. "That shit with Grant." She looks at me with her brows high before turning her attention to the sink. "He had a stick up his ass that night."
I laugh at her choice of words. "You don't say," I mutter, shaking my head. "Don't worry about it, Affton. It's fine. Everything's fine. I know I didn't do anything and he's just sensitive, I guess."
She laughs and shakes her head in confusion. "But he's not and that's why it was weird. He said it's 'cause he was sober." Rolling her eyes, she leans against the counter. "Sadly enough, that's probably the truth. Sobriety can piss off a drunk and that ass is definitely a drunk."
"You could say that again," I murmur then glance up at her. "I always thought you guys joked about that. Is he really a drunk? How the hell does he do his job?"
"Um." She furrows her brows in thought. "I mean, I guess he's just become a fully functioning alcoholic?" She laughs. "It's not funny. It's sad but honestly I think when you're rarely sober, sobriety is when you start acting like the fool."
"He definitely did that." I shake my head, taking a breath. "Hey, I'm going to head out for a bit if that's okay?" I want to go check out the apartment I saw online but I don't want to tell her until I know if it's even something I'd consider. God knows what this town looks like when it's not spruced up by a realtor trying to sell it.
"Yeah. Will you stop at the Kenshaw's for milk?"
"Sure thing." I grab my purse and start my car's automatic starter to cool it off. "I'll be back later." I let out a puff of air as soon as I make it outside and try to spend the drive to the apartment not thinking about Grant. Not worrying about him. Definitely not wondering if anything would ever happen between us now. I really seemed to piss him off that night and I don't even know what I did wrong!
I park in front of the building and don't even bother getting out. It's still light outside but this isn't a place I'd want to live whether it's light or dark. Creepy doesn't cut it. Maybe living on the third floor of Affton and Tommy's mansion wouldn't be the worst thing. It's big enough. And it's almost like an apartment already.
Abandoning the apartment tour, I pull the car around and head for milk at the Kenshaws'. Hopefully I can keep this short and sweet because every time I come here, someone tries to show me something farmy. Finally on the road after Donna talked my ear off, I'm heading home just as the sun's setting. These two lane roads are so fucking stupid because God knows who's going to swerve wrong or what animal is going to jump out in front of you.
There's a motorcycle in front of me and I hate it because it makes me think of Grant. I don't want to think about that dick. But god, I can't stop thinking about his dick. Why the fuck wouldn't he fuck me? He'd been begging since the day he met me and the one time I give him the go ahead he turns me down? This is why men suck!
I watch this motorcycle start to swerve and slow my car, unsure of what's going on. If I had a way of stopping them I would but when the bike goes to take a turn on the road too sharp it loses control on the gravel road and the bike and driver go sliding into the ditch. I scream, slamming on my breaks and killing my engine before running to the accident.
"Are you okay!" I shriek, bolting toward the person lying on the ground.
Person. The one fucking person I can't stop thinking about and now I'm terrified because there's lots of scrapes and blood and he looks like he's in a fuck ton of pain.
"Grant?" I blurt, kneeling next to him. "Grant, are you hurt?"
He turns his head to look at me and a smile slides over his lips. "Hey, baby." The alcohol wafting off him makes me reel back.
"Fuck, Grant, how much did you have to drink?" I grimace and help sit him up. He's got blood coming out of a few cuts on his face and his hand is torn up, but luckily the helmet took the most of the hit.
"I'm drunk," he assures me, slowly getting to his feet. Swiping his hand under his nose he groans. "And bloody." He stumbles a few times, trying to get to his bike and when he tries to lift it, he falls to his ass.
"You're not riding that bike out of here, Grant." And I only mean it because the bike's in a few different pieces. That, and I'd never let him operate anything while this drunk. "Get in my car, I'll get you to Tommy's and we'll clean you up." Affton really wasn't kidding about him being a drunk, but she said high functioning. This man doesn't look like he can function at all right now.
"Negative. Tommy won't know about this little slip. Imma get my bike outta that ditch and be on my merry little way." He tries again with the bike but realizing he can barely stand, he plops to his ass and lays back. "I'm so fucked," he huffs.
"Come on, Sally," I mutter. "We need to get you cleaned up." I shake my head and start to lift under his arms, almost having to drag his ass back to the car with the little help he gives me. He starts to protest about his bike but I press my finger to his lips. "Your bike isn't driving away from this. You can get it tomorrow...or something..." I huff, seeing the blood on my hands when I finally get him to my car. "Grant, maybe we need to get you to a hospital." I lean down and look at all the cuts on him. "Some of these look pretty deep."
"Negative again, good girl. Do me a favor and just get me home." His head lays back on the seat and he closes his eyes. "Tommy can't know about this."
"Because he'll murder you for drinking and driving?" I mutter, starting up my car.
He laughs. "Somethin' like that. You can keep a secret, right?"
"Yep. In that tight ass of mine."
He groans. "That fucking tight ass. I been thinking about that tight ass all day."
I bet he has. "Can you just tell me where I'm going?"
He starts directing me in the opposite way I was driving and before we know it I'm parked back in front of the dumpy apartments I left earlier.
"You live here?" I didn't mean for it to come out that snobby, but...he lives here?
He laughs. "We can't all be the Tommy's of the south. Nice house. Hot wife. Life made. Sometimes a man gets second best. Thanks, good girl." He pushes open the door and practically falls out of the car.
"Fucking hell," I mumble, turning off the car and shoving my purse around me. "Come on, which one's yours?" I say after rounding the car and helping him up.
"I—" His boot slips and he fumbles until I yank him up. "I'm drunk." He huffs in defeat. "I don't know the last time I was actually drunk," he says this in wonderment before unlocking the door.
"Probably earlier this morning," I mutter under my breath. We walk in and I find a lamp, switching it on while he falls to the couch. "Grant, don't go to sleep!" I bark. "I need to clean you up. Where's your first aid?"
I'm met with a snore. God, he's infuriating.
I find his bathroom and rummage through his cabinet for the necessities, then kneel at the side of the couch.
"Grant?" I whisper, a cotton ball with alcohol on it in hand. A snore comes out of him and I cover my mouth with my shirt because the man smells like he's probably got a few bottles of tequila in him. I wince as I push the cotton ball to the first laceration on his forehead.
"Fuck!" His hand wraps tightly around my wrist and he's looking at me like I just cut him open. "You crazy broad!" He shoves away from me.
"I tried waking you up." I shrug and grab another cotton ball, soaking it with alcohol again. "Sit the fuck still or this is just going to get worse. I need to get the rocks out of your forehead."
"No, you need to get the fuck home. Why are you here, Carter Dawn?" He rubs at his forehead and the pieces of gravel start to fall to the carpet.
"You don't remember crashing your bike?" I ask in amusement before reaching out and pushing the cotton ball to a cut on his cheek. A part of me really enjoys this torture.
"Shit, woman!" He hisses. "Calm the fuck down, alright?" he bellows and grabs my wrists. "Just calm down a minute." He's so drunk he has no idea what's going on but he gets me to the couch and pulls my back against his front, cuddling around me. "Just like that, baby. Right where I like that tight ass," he tiredly mumbles and pushes his dick against my ass, holding me tightly. "Tonight we spoon. In the morning I empty my nuts in you." He chuckles but a few seconds later starts to snore.
I roll my eyes, letting his hands hold me and give in to the forced snuggle until I know he's passed out again. I slowly push his hands off me and wriggle my way off the couch without waking him, then decide to go a little gentler with the cleaning this time. It's actually much easier cleaning up the man when he's passed out as opposed to rip roaring drunk. Once I have a few bandages placed and I'm certain he's not going to die in his sleep, I grab a pillow from his bed and prop myself up next to him on the couch, shooting Affton a text that I'm not going to be home tonight.
Don't ask me what brought me here, other than my daddy always teaching me to be kind to people. But I'm here, and I'm not leaving until I know he's safe.