Chapter 14
Violet
I giggled and shook my head as Grant’s insistence. His eyes were red and glossy from the pain medication, but I knew he was all there. My eyes dropped to the wound on his torso as I tried not to focus on the nakedness of his chest. My heart was still palpitating with worry. I wanted to know what I could do to help take care of him. To make this recuperation a little easier on him. My hand rose up, hovering just above the blood-soaked gauze as Grant kept his eyes on me.
I wasn’t ready to let him out of my sight. Not just yet.
“Sorry to ruin the moment,” Ford said, “but I got some things to tell you.”
“What’s up?” Grant asked.
“Got your medicine and shit,” Ford said as he held up a brown bag. “The orange bottle with the thick pills are your antibiotics. One a day until it’s gone. Take one when you get home. The other bottle with the smaller, round pills is your pain medication. One in the morning, one in the evening.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Grant said with a grin.
“We got another issue, though,” Ford said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Grant’s gotta be monitored for the next forty-eight hours. Since your healing abilities slowed because of your blood loss, we have to treat you like a human for your recovery. Someone’s gotta be around you to keep your temperature and shit in check. You know, make sure you’re drinking fluids to decrease the risk and all.”
“So… no to the date, then,” Grant said.
“Not necessarily,” I said.
“Figured you’d take the hint on that. You guys have fun. But not too much fun. That’s my sister, asshole,” Ford said.
“Got it,” Grant said with a lazy nod. “Except I don’t know what anyone’s talking about.”
“It’s probably not a good idea for you to come to my place, with my parents and their work schedules,” I said. “But since you need someone watching to make sure you stay okay, I can come to your place. Make sure you take your medication and stuff.”
“So… yes to the date,” Grant said.
“Get off the damn date,” I said with a grin. “Let’s get you better first.”
I hugged my brother before I helped Grant to his feet. The entire clan was sitting in the living room, their eyes trying to conceal the fact that they were watching us. Grant was in no shape to drive his car home, so I slipped my hand into his pocket and pulled out his keys. I jiggled them in front of his face before I turned around, tossing them to Jackson as he nodded his head.
“Can you make sure that gets back to Grant’s place?” I asked. “I don’t think he’s in any condition to drive.”
“You got it. But if his car is one of the ones that got damaged, I’m takin’ it to the shop first,” Jackson said.
“Whatever you need to do. Just wanna make sure he’s not driving,” I said.
I turned back to Grant, and I found him smiling down at me. The numbing medication and the pain shot the Lincoln gave him were already making him loopy. The kindness in his eyes was intoxicating, and before I could think about it, I was slipping my arms around his naked waist. I leaned my cheek against the swell of his chest, taking in his warmth as his good arm wrapped around me tightly.
“Thank you for saving my life,” I said in a whisper.
“Your life is always protected with me,” Grant said. “Now come on, let’s get out of here. Everyone’s staring, and I need a shirt.”
With my arm around his waist and his body leaning heavily against mine, I led us out of the bar. I piled us in my car and drove us to Grant’s place, relieved when we pulled up. I turned the car off and walked around to help him out, trying to be careful of his arm. He steadied himself on me as we walked up the walkway to his home, but when he went to reach for his keys, he started to laugh.
“I don’t have my keys,” Grant said.
“Hold on. I think I can help with that.”
I felt around in my pockets, trying to find something sharp I could use. I found a few bobby pins in my back pocket, so I pulled out a couple as Grant leaned against his house. It took me a few tries to pick his lock, but when I heard the latch flip, I opened the door for him. He was grinning down at me, shaking his head as I stood underneath his good arm again.
“Come on. Let’s get you sitting down with a glass of water,” I said.
I kicked the door closed behind me as we made our way to the couch. I helped ease Grant down onto the cushions, being careful not to jostle his shoulder. I leaned my forehead against him, taking in the way his breath pulsed against my lips.
Fuck, if this man weren’t so drugged up he would be in so much trouble.
I lifted myself off the couch to head to the kitchen, but a hand came down around my wrist. I whipped my head around and looked, seeing Grant’s hand clamping down on my skin. My eyes scanned his body, taking in the healthy flush of his skin. But when I saw his pants tenting with his rising cock, I shook my head.
“You’re in no condition for something like that right now,” I said. “You need some water so you can take your antibiotic.”
“That can wait,” he said as he tugged at me.
“No, it can’t, Grant. You can’t get an infection. Let me get you some-”
He pulled me harshly to him and our lips collided. The heat of his tongue and the sweet taste of his lips dragged me into his gravitational pull. I felt myself growing weak for him. I felt my body rising to the occasion for him. My nipples puckered to painful peaks behind my bra as I straddled Grant’s lap, grinding down on his growing cock.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are to me,” he said.
“And you have no idea how perfect you are to me,” I said breathlessly.
I pulled my shirt over my head and quickly undid my bra. Grant watched as my breats swung free, his face falling forward into them. I wrapped my arms around his head, feeling him kissing and nipping and licking at my skin. His cock was pulsing painfully against his jeans as I grew wet in my panties, and soon I was up and wiggling my way out of the rest of my clothes.
Soon, we were clad in nothing but our own skin. Grant’s dick was thick with need and dripping with want to be inside me. I straddled his lap, feeling his cock jumping at the ready as I grabbed him and seated him at my entrance.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
He answered me with a thrust, impaling me on his cock as I moaned out into his home.
His good around wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him as his hips sent a relentless pace. He was pounding into me, the couch jostling with his movements as I clung to him. I raked my hands down his chiseled chest and felt his rippling thighs working for my pleasure. I placed sloppy kisses against his lips, moaning and gasping as his cock grew thicker and thicker. I could feel my pussy fluttering. I could feel my clit growing. I slid my fingertips between my folds and found that swollen little nub, flicking it and pressing it as my need for Grant grew.
“Shit. You feel so good. I was so scared… so scared you were… you were…”
“I’m not,” Grant said as he captured my lips. “I’m right here, Violet. With you.”
I dipped my face into the crook of his neck and allowed my tears of pleasure and fear to blend together. It was the truth. I had been petrified of Grant dying. A man I’d really known for a few days and a boy I’d known my entire life, and I thought I was going to watch him bleed out on the cement. I peppered his neck with kisses as I jolted in his lap. I could feel my climax coming as my juices spilled down his balls. I rolled my hips into his, my pussy swallowing his cock deep into my body.
“Fuck, Violet. So good. So great.”
I pressed my hands into his chest as I came around his girth. I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my moaning mouth into his neck. I bit down into his skin, clenching my eyes shut as he pressed his hand into the small of my back. I felt him release into me, coating my body with his hot cum as his legs trembled underneath my body.
Our juices were dripping onto the couch as we both panted for air.
Grant’s hand slid up my back and tangled in the red curls of my hair. Soft kisses were pressed into my shoulder as we sank deeper into the couch cushions. It felt so good to have him against me. To feel his heart pumping and his limbs shaking. It felt wonderful to feel his skin against mine and know that he was alive.
I couldn’t let him get away. Not after the fear I experienced when I thought I was going to lose him.
“Grant?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Of course you can,” he said sleepily.
“When you were on that pavement-”
I sighed, my jaw beginning to tremble as tears crested my eyes.
“It’s okay,” he said into my ear. “I’m right here.”
“When you were bleeding,” I said, “I thought I was going to watch you die. Right there. Just… you wouldn’t open your eyes, and I didn’t know if you could hear me and-”
Grant lifted my face to his and encompassed his lips with mine. I melted into him, my hands pressing into his hewed muscles. His cock slid from my pussy, allowing our intermingled juices to drip from my body as it soaked the couch beneath us. Our tongues collided and electricity shot through my body, raising goosebumps on my skin.
Something no man’s kiss had ever done to me before.
“I’m falling for you,” I said in a whisper.
I felt Grant pull back as our eyes connected.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“I said… that I’m… falling for you. I’m falling for you, Grant.”
I expected him to toss me off his lap. To tell me it was too short of a time and that I was crazy. I expected him to throw me out. To call Ford and have him come over and watch him for the next couple of days. But instead, he rose his good hand and cupped my cheek, allowing his thumb to stroke along my skin.
“I’m falling for you too, Violet,” he said. “I think you are my true mate.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“You’re not just pulling my leg?”
“Nope.”
“So… you don’t think I’m crazy?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” he said with a grin.
I playfully swatted at his arm before he wrapped his hand around my wrist. He brought my knuckles to his lips to kiss, his eyes never leaving mine. I blushed underneath his gaze as I laid my head back on his shoulder, his hand holding mine up against his heart.
“You really need to take your antibiotic,” I said.
“Let me hold you for just a few more minutes. You weren’t the only one who thought you were gonna lose someone today.”
I pressed a kiss onto his shoulder, taking in all of him as we sat there on his couch. It had been a whirlwind of a day, and things weren’t going to get easier, but I knew we would be able to do it. Even though I had only really known Grant a few days, I felt like I had known him my entire life. I nuzzled deeply into him, taking great pains to make sure I didn’t jostle his bad arm. Then the two of us slipped off into a deep slumber as each of us cradled the other.
Yep. Everything was going to be okay.
Even if things weren’t perfect.