Chapter Twenty-Eight

That One Is My Dad

Mandee

Every thought about someone driving by and catching us leaves my mind as Gray’s tongue runs up my slit and he hungrily nips at my sensitive flesh. I love the savage way he eats my pussy. No one has ever given me such pleasure mixed with the edge of pain my body craves until him.

My hips bucked into his face, and he grabs them and holds tightly as he sucks on my clit. I cry out as the blaze of another orgasm ignites into an inferno before bursting throughout my entire body.

He sits up, his chin slick with my juices, then bends down again and sucks harshly on my tits. Then he stands and steps off the bike. He pulls me off and bends me over, squeezing my ass that’s completely and totally bare, on the side of a road. My back arches as if it’s asking for more, and it is.

I love the way Gray handles me. He holds my hips, pushing against me. He shoves his finger into my pussy, and then he spreads the wetness up to my tight puckered hole.

“No one’s fucked this sexy round ass?” he growls.

“No—”

I feel a finger push against me, and then inside, stealing my breath.

It doesn’t hurt, not after a minute, anyway.

When he rubs his dick against me, I tense.

“Gray,” I whimper.

“Not yet. Just needed to feel you this way.”

He circles his finger inside me, and I tighten around him. He growls then pushes his cock into me.

His slow, deep thrusts matches the thrusts of his finger in my ass. The sensation is overwhelming and so damn good.

I come twice more before he finally asks, “Where do I finish?’

I pull away from him and carefully spin around. When I open my mouth, he hisses as I take him in it.

After he finishes, he pulls me into a hug and whispers, “Twice.”

I love that he doesn’t have to ask.

§

After picking up my truck, I drive home. Pulling into my driveway, I am exhausted and happy, and in love, so in love that exhaustion doesn’t matter.

Grayson pulls in behind me as I hit the garage door opener, and then we both pull into the two-car garage.

We walk inside, hand in hand, and Tritt scurries off the counter he knows he’s not supposed to be on, and then runs circles through my legs.

“I’m mad at you,” I tell him. “That’s a bad kitty.”

Gray laughs as he slides his boots off.

“It’s not funny,” I say, trying to be stern and failing.

Smiling, he asks, “What time do you need to be up?”

“Usually eight, but nine will work.” I yawn as I say it.

He opens the fridge and puts the crepes inside, then sets the popcorn tin on the counter and looks down as Tritt circles his feet, rubbing against him and purring. “That’s not for you, Orange Cat.”

He takes my hand and starts walking toward the bedroom. “I need a shower. Join me?”

Smiling, I nod.

Inside the shower, I laugh because it’s certainly not made for two, and he has to squat in order to get under the spray of water.

“Six-foot-three and two hundred and twenty pounds, hot lips. The struggle is real.”

I squirt some soap into my hands as he closes his eyes and tips his head back to wash his hair. He is so sexy I forget about the need to wash my body and run my soapy hands up his instead.

He leans forward and looks at me. “You have five hours to sleep; do you really want to start this now?”

“Just want to wash you.” I shrug, looking up.

“Yeah?” He looks confused, but in a sweet way.

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Then you’re gonna let me do the same.”

I can’t help smiling and nod. “Yes please.”

As I run my hands up and down his body, he does the same to mine. It’s not sexual, but it feels almost as good. I am not embarrassed or ashamed. I feel beautiful and adored.

Kisses, touching, rubbing, washing, it’s all very intimate, and oh, how I love being intimate with him.

Bam, Bam, Bam, Bam!

Gray and I both jump when we hear the sound against the door.

“Mandee! Open up!”

It’s Phoenix...in my house.

“Give me a second!” I yell back. “Is everything okay?”

“Just hurry, okay?”

I step out of the shower and look back. “Just stay in here?”

He nods and whispers back, “For now, but not forever.”

He grabs my robe, and I slip my arms inside it. Then I wrap my hair in a towel.

I walk out and shut the door behind me.

“Where the hell have you been?” Phoenix spats as she throws clothes at me.

“Easy, babe.” I hear Gage and look toward the door.

“Out,” I answer quietly, feeling guilty that I haven’t said anything about...anything.

“Well, not with Blue. I called him after calling you a hundred times.”

“I left my phone in my truck,” I explain. “What’s going on, Phoenix?”

“Get dressed. There’s been an accident...two fucking hours ago,” she says, voice now trembling.

“Who? What?”

“Your dad.” Her voice cracks. “And—”

“A friend of his,” Gage interrupts.

“Is he...? Is he...? Oh, God. Phoenix, is he okay?”

Tears rush down my face, and I look up when I hear Grayson clear his throat from behind me.

I turn around and look at him. He’s dressed in the same clothes and his arms are open.

“Come here.”

“What in the fuck!” Phoenix yells. “I told you to leave her the fuck alone!”

“Mind your business,” he grumbles at her as he hugs me.

“She is my business, asshole!”

“Babe,” Gage says. “Easy.”

“Easy? I’m gonna rip off his balls!”

“Let’s get you dressed and—”

“I’ll help her!” Phoenix’s voice breaks. “She’s my friend. She’s—”

“She’s my everything,” Gray says in calm voice.

“Your what!” Phoenix gasps.

“Gage, get her out of here,” Gray says, remaining calm.

“No!”

“He’s got her. Let her get dressed,” Gage says as calmly as Grayson.

“But...but—”

Grayson grabs something off my bed, and then he pulls a shirt over my toweled head. “Not gonna hurt her. Gonna love her.”

I close my eyes when I hear them leave the room. Then I look up at him and whisper, “I can’t go through this again.” Then the tears fall.

“What’s the deal, Gage?” he yells over me.

“William’s in surgery,” Gage says back, and I close my eyes

“What else you got?” he asks as I feel him lift my ankle.

“Not much, man, but we’re an hour and a half away. Let’s go,” Gage replies.

I stand there, feeling numb, as he dresses me.

“I can’t go. I can’t.”

“You can, and you will.” He pulls the towel off my head and runs his fingers through my hair.

“Someone wanna feed the cat?” he asks as he walks to the bathroom. “Phoenix, you can come in now. Pack a bag for her.”

The door opens while I stand unmoving as people move and talk around me. Gray’s brushing my hair then turning me toward the door.

In the kitchen, he tosses my keys to Gage. “Grab her phone. Get a charger, too.”

“Shoes,” he says calmly, and I step into them.

We walk outside. Phoenix has a bag and is getting in the passenger side. Gage is in the driver’s seat. Gray opens the back door. “Let’s go.”

He holds me close as we drive toward the highway. I can’t look up. I can’t look at him, at Phoenix, at anyone. All I think about is that a few weeks ago, my dad told me that when he tried to move forward, everything that happened with me at school, he blames himself for. I can’t help thinking maybe he was right, because now...now he’s…

I can’t even think about it. All I know is right now, if it’s him or Gray, he wins. He wins because he chose me. And then all the beautiful things in life, the things I always wanted but never dreamed I would have, are going to go away.

I feel Gray wiping my face and pull away, shaking my head.