Chapter 17
Grace
This isn't healthy.
I'm standing at the door peeking through the side-light window as Daniel walks down the driveway and climbs into his car. And I'm wearing this stupid dress he always liked. This isn't healthy.
I should be trying to let him go.
Instead, all I want to do is hit ‘refresh’ and give this marriage one more shot. What is wrong with me?
Okay, we spent a few minutes together this morning without screaming at each other. So what? Nothing's changed.
He's still a workaholic rushing out of here on a Saturday morning to go to the office. And I still have emotional voids inside of me that he’ll never be able to fill...But he makes my body scream, he makes my heart cry. Standing there all tall and broad-shouldered with his disheveled hair and stubbly chin and half-buttoned shirt. The sexiest version of himself. The all-grown-up edition of the cocky jerk I fell in love with in law school.
I lean against the nook wall and squeeze my eyes shut. So much for getting closure from filing for divorce. My emotions are more all over the place than ever. Seems like that old saying is true – you don't know what you've got ‘til it's gone.
The sound of a car door slamming shut causes my eyes to travel to the side-light window again and there he is, stomping across the lawn and up the stairs with so much determination in his eyes. The front door swings open and my breath hitches. Dear god, he looks like he's about to eat me alive.
He grabs my face roughly, his hands cupping my cheeks as he rushes me back into the wall behind me. I gasp when my body makes contact with the concrete. His lips come down on mine and my whole body clenches with lust.
Jesus.
My mouth opens for him and his tongue storms inside, taking mine with vulgar thrusts. Realization slams into me. I finally grasp just how much I missed the taste of his tongue. The softness of it moving over my skin. It's been how many months since he last kissed me? Put his mouth on me?
His hands are greedy. One giant palm grasps my left breast while the other kneads my right ass cheek. The rough movements have me wet, the slickness drenching my panties. I need him. I need this. So much that my body won't let me deny it. My nipples tingle and my stomach is curled tight. My hands find the back of his neck and I pull him even closer.
His hand slides down the back of my thigh and he pulls my leg up high around his waist. I quickly hook my other leg around him. When his lips travel down the side of my face to my neck, I hear myself groaning. His short beard bruises me. I've always been a fan of stubble and the things it does during sex. The way it heightens every sensation.
He presses his pelvis into the space between my legs and his rod is hard and hot, thick and long. "Baby..." I moan.
"Damn, girl."
His hand is under my dress, rolling over my ass and then his fingers slip beneath the edge of my panties. They dip into my slickness and my pussy is clenching around him immediately. He drags the wetness over my clit, stroking the little nub in a teasing back and forth motion. My head smacks into the wall behind me as I abandon myself to the sensation.
He always did know just how to work my body. Even when he was getting on my nerves, even when he was being an absolute dick, Daniel Trotten could make me forget it with the stroke of his skilled fingers, the swipe of his tongue, the thrust of his cock into the deepest part of me.
I miss the days when that was enough.
Still, I work blindly, undoing his belt and shoving his pants down off his hips. He toes off his shoes and slides my panties to the side before he hoists me up against the wall and angles his cock at my entrance. He breaches me with one rough, urgent movement. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my pussy slides over his shaft, pulsing around him to welcome him home.
And, Okay…Wow! Gimme a second to catch my breath!
I’d forgotten how big his dick is. How thick it is. How it stretches me in the most delicious way.
"So damn good," he grits out as his fingers curl around my hips. His grip is brutal and possessive. His fingers dig deep. They're going to leave marks.
I gouge my nails into the back of his neck, bruising him, too. The ends of his wet hair tease my fingertips. And his cock tunnels through my opening, his body slapping wetly into mine as he fucks me against the wall.
His hands slide under my ass and he lifts me higher, tilting my body at the perfect angle to receive his deep, hard thrusts. He curses into the curve of my neck when my pussy squeezes down on him.
It stuns me that after all this time and space, after all the ways we’ve broken each other, joining with him in this intimate way still feels like the most natural thing in the world.
I just keep thinking that it's been so long and I've needed it so much and I've missed him like crazy. I feel those confessions on the tip of my tongue but I swallow them down and go with something a little less emotionally charged. "Fuck me…Yeh…Like that…Right there…" I groan the words into the curve of his neck.
He pivots around and sets me on the floor. I cry out softly, my body mourning when he slips out of me. He spins me to face the console table. With a firm hand on my back, he pushes me down and I'm bent over in front of him. I drag my dress up over my ass, my pussy drooling for him, begging him to hammer me until I'm coming hard. His open palm comes down on my flesh and I hiss, the line between pain and pleasure blurred. That's it, baby. He still remembers how I like it.
And now he's inside of me again. Rutting, fucking me, making me tremble deep in my bones. I thrust back against him, wanting to remember just how deep he can go. His fingers circle my clit and my mouth goes dry. My eyes water. His fingers slide through my hair and he yanks me up, causing a sting to travel through my limbs.
Our eyes meet in the mirror on the wall. I see the desperation. He's aroused to the point of delirium. "Come for me, Grace. Look me in my eyes and come for me."
The earth moves beneath my feet. My whole world stops. A helpless whimper escapes my lips as my body clenches with the orgasm.
Daniel holds me to him, his body rigid and his skin taut as his seed shoots into my trembling pussy.
Fuzzy thoughts spin in my head. What the hell was that? What does it mean? We stand there, his body wrapped around mine, his chest heaving against my back as we stare at each other in the mirror and I try to make sense of what we just did.
I think that I'm in shock. Stunned that we're together. Like this.
Didn't I just hate him? Yesterday? And didn't he hate me? Is this wrong? This is wrong...right?
His pointer flicks over my chin and my attention floats back to him. His eyes shimmer. "Stop overthinking this, Grace…It's me."
A smile flutters across my lips and I exhale. He knows me so well. It’s insane. I don’t even have to utter a sound for him to know exactly what I’m thinking.
A weak whimper travels down the stairs and quickly turns into a wail. "Sebastian..."
"Yeah. Go to him." Daniel's hands fall from my body and his cock slips out of me. His cum is warm as it slides down my leg.
I straighten my dress and my underwear as Daniel tucks his shirt into his pants. I lean into the mirror and tuck my hair away from my face. As I turn toward the stairs, his fingers close around my wrist. "Grace..."
I look back at him and his lips come down on mine again with so much force that it pushes me into the wall. When he pulls away, I'm heady, I’m breathless, I'm confused.
With a smirk on his lips, he backs away from me, one step at a time. And then, he slips out the front door.