CHAPTER 24
GRANT

Theresa was asleep, curled into the crook of my arm. It was nearly one in the morning, and I couldn't fucking sleep. She’d fallen asleep during the movie we were watching on television, but I was painfully aware of her emotional disposition toward me. I hated seeing her so uncertain about things. I hated the distance growing between us. She had been so strong and sure with her family, but now that it was just the two of us, she was second-guessing everything. But I made her a promise. I told her I wasn’t leaving her again, and I meant that. Even though I knew she needed time to process what she’d gone through before we could move forward, I still wasn’t going to leave her side. I loved her too damn much.

She’d taken an hour-long shower before turning the thing into a steam session. By the time she’d finally gotten out of the bathroom, the wrinkles on her skin were so deep they were casting shadows. We ate dinner in a combination of silence and awkward conversation and the movie wasn’t any easier. She started out on the other side of the bed from me, and as she grew more tired, she got closer.

Now, she was softly snoring against my chest with her leg tossed over my hips.

“Mmmm. What?”

I furrowed my brow as I looked down at Theresa. She was beginning to stir against me, but her eyes weren’t opening. I felt her body pull taut against me and I braced for impact. I figured she was about to have another nightmare, and I wanted her to know I was there with her.

“Grant?”

“I’m right here,” I said, stroking her hair.

“Grant, please.”

The desperation in her voice was like a punch to my gut.

“Grant. Help me. Grant?”

“Ssshhh,” I said as I rubbed her arm. “It’s okay. It’s me. I’m here.”

I pulled her close to me, and her eyes flew open. She looked confused at first. Dazed. And I wasn’t sure if she was still sleeping or not. She looked up at me, and I watched her eyes slowly focus, and just as quickly as she had pulled away from me she snuggled in deep. I bent down and kissed her forehead, whispering soothing things into her ear. “It’s going to be okay,” and “I’m right here,” and “it’s me—you’re safe.” Anything to get the trembling in her body to die down so she could get back to sleep.

With each stroke of my hand against her skin, I felt my groin growing. The veins in my legs pulsing. My cock needed her. It needed relief, snuggled so close to her with her curves pressed against me. But I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and willed my dick to settle back down. I didn’t care about what it needed. The only thing that mattered was what Theresa needed. She needed tenderness. Not sex. She needed someone she could lean against. Not fuck.

But my cock wouldn’t settle down, so I stopped stroking her arm.

She looked up at me with those big doe eyes, and I bit back a groan. She pushed up from the bed and looked at me, her eyes darting between my gaze and my mouth. No. That wasn’t happening. Not now. She was vulnerable and broken, and she needed someone to protect her.

What kind of man would I be if I didn’t protect her at her most vulnerable?

She straddled my lap, and my hands fell to her legs. Her nightshirt traveled up her thighs, revealing the circular bruises still fading away against her skin. I slid my fingers down her calves, trying to get my hands away from the heat radiating from between her legs.

I felt her hands cup my cheeks as she lifted my gaze, and soon her lips barreled into mine.

I tried to fight it, but I couldn't. Her tongue was hot against my lips, and she was grinding down into me. I could feel her breathing speed up. I could feel my cock pressing against my pants. My hands slowly traveled back up her legs, causing her to moan with gratification. I smoothed my hands over her shirt and gripped her hips as our tongues did battle. I tasted her sweetness, drank in her desperation.

But I was still in my right mind, and I grabbed her upper arms and pushed her away from my body.

Her eyes were full of confusion and hazed over with lust. I ached to bury my cock within her, but I had to be sure. This wasn’t a good situation, and I wasn’t going to take advantage of her. I wasn’t going to be that guy.

“Theresa,” I said. “I don’t know if this is a good idea for you.”

“Please.”

“What?” I asked.

“Please, let me have you,” she said.

“Are you sure? You’ve just been through a lot,” I said.

Her eyes danced with mine as my hands released her body. She sank deep into my hips, brushing against my hardened cock. I knew she could feel it, and she knew I could feel her. The want rushing over her body was tinting her skin red, and she looked too beautiful.

“I need this Grant. I need you,” Theresa said.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips gently to mine as my hands wrapped around her.

“I’m sure,” she said, whispering. “I need you inside me.”

Even though I still had some reservations, I gave in. I pushed forward against Theresa and claimed her lips as mine. My hands tangled in the soft tresses of her hair as I laid her down, my teeth raking against her lower lip. She wiggled underneath me and spread her thighs as wide as she could. I would never deny her. I would always give her anything she told me she needed. Theresa was my weakness. The one thing in my life I couldn't say “no” to.

And as my lips trailed down her neck, I felt her give in to me.

I smoothed her shirt up her body and wrapped my lips around first one nipple then the other. I lapped at them as they puckered to life underneath my warm breath. Her hands were gripping my hair, shoving me down to where she really wanted me. She was shaking and in desperate need of release, and I wasn’t going to deny her anything.

She was in control, and I would follow her every move.

I slid down between her legs and lapped up her naked pussy. I locked her thighs around my cheeks so I wouldn’t have to look at those disgusting bruises. Every time I saw them, they made me angry, thirsty for blood and ready to fight. And what Theresa needed was love and tenderness.

And I knew I could give that to her.

All of it.

My tongue pressed into her clit and swirled around. Shallow breaths fell from her lips as she tugged me closer.

I sank myself into her. I drank every ounce of arousal that poured from between her legs. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue across it. I threaded our fingers together and tugged on her arms, arching her hips closer into my face. I pressed my stubble between the folds of her pussy and listened as she chanted my name like a desperate prayer.

“Grant. Grant. Don’t stop. Grant. Please. Yes. Oh, shit, Grant. Like that.”

I sped up my ministrations as her juices trickled down my chin. Her legs trembled and her thighs convulsed. Her hands curled tightly into mine, and I could feel her body ready to explode. I pressed my tongue firmly into her clit and watched her fall over the edge. Jolting and wiggling as my lips attached to her, I rode her orgasm with her and raked my tongue across her pussy. I opened my mouth and covered her entire slit, breathing heat and watched as the goosebumps trickled up her stomach.

Her nipples puckered harder for me, and I kissed up to them before giving them the attention they deserved.

Her legs were useless at my sides as my tongue tickled her engorged nipples. She was moaning and whimpering, her eyes half-hooded with pleasure. Her hands kept running up and down my arms, and my cock was leaking against my pants. I sucked on her perfect breasts and tugged at them, watching her squirm underneath me.

She was beautiful, the epitome of perfection.

And I was in a hell of a lot of trouble.

She pushed me off her and for a second, I thought it was over. I thought she had come to her senses, but instead, I felt her hands at my pants. She tugged them down my body before my cock spilled out, the tip of it glistening for her.

I looked up and found Theresa wiggling between my legs before her lips sank down around my cock.

It was one fluid motion I hadn’t expected from her, and it rendered me speechless. She took me all the way back into her throat, and it made my toes curl. Fuck. She was so warm, and her throat was so tight. I resisted the urge to fist her hair and press her all the way down.

I curled my fists into the bed as my heels dug into the mattress.

“Theresa. Holy hell.”

She smiled around my cock as I propped myself up on my forearms. Her big, beautiful eyes were looking up at me, filled with an innocence I wasn’t sure would ever go away. I saw her throat expanding with the girth of my cock every time she swallowed me down, and I felt my stomach churning. I felt my abs tightening and my balls curling into my body. If I wasn’t careful, I’d explode right down her fucking throat.

And that wasn’t where I wanted to be.

I pulled my hips from her face and listened as my cock popped out of her mouth. I looked at her swollen lips, and she was panting, but the fire in her eyes wasn’t gone. She threw herself at me, and I caught her in my arms, then turned us over as her legs locked around me. I grabbed my cock and pressed it into her entrance, watching as her mouth opened in pleasure.

My eyes locked with hers as I bottomed out against her hips and I found a spark of something wild behind them.

“Fuck me, Grant.”

I cocked my head as she rose up and kissed my lips.

“Hard,” she whispered.

I drew my hips back and slammed into her, watching as her back arched. Her fingernails were clawing at me as I set a relentless pace. I hovered above her, pounding into her sweet pussy as her legs gripped me tightly. Her soft thighs were pliable against my twitching muscles, and her tits were bouncing wildly underneath her shirt. I shoved it up to her chin so I could watch the show they put on for me, fucking her with abandon. Skin slapping skin filled the room as cries of pleasure and need fell from Theresa’s lips.

“Yes! Grant—just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Harder, please!”

With every wild thrust, she scooted up the bed. She scooted so far that she was about to hang off it. I rose up onto my heels and unfurled her legs from my body, then tossed them over my shoulders. I gripped her hips and pulled her to me, then used her body as leverage as I thrust over and over again. I slammed her against my body, watching the waves of our connection ripple over her precious curves. I was growling and grunting as sweat dripped down my brow, and Theresa was massaging her tits and tugging at her nipples.

She was out of control, and yet completely in control and it was intoxicating to watch.

I felt her pussy milking my cock. I felt her body pulling me closer. My balls were ready to explode, and my cock was throbbing against her walls. I could feel her juices dripping down my skin, drenching my thighs to match hers. Theresa’s legs locked up and her hips arched off the bed, and I squeezed her ass and held her there as my cock slid into her one last time.

“Yes! Grant! Shit!”

Her juices caused my thumb to slip and it pierced the puckered hole clenched between her beautiful cheeks, and I watched her flinch. Her entire body contracted as my cock spilled into her, pumping her full of my hot cum as her pussy grew greedy. Hungry. Begging for more.

Then, I heard a breathless want fall from Theresa’s lips.

“Move it,” she said. “Please.”

I crooked my thumb against her, and she moaned. I slid it slowly up and pushed it back in as her orgasm continued. She was shivering, her muscles were working overtime. My cock was clamped inside of her, unable to move as my thumb stroked her ass. She pulsed for me, rendered speechless from the pleasure coursing through her system. I slowly fucked her ass with my thumb as I held her in midair, watching her head hang over the edge of the bed as she clung to the sheets.

She was gasping as her body dripped with sweat. Her pussy slowly let me go, and I slid out before I gathered her in my arms. My thumb slipped from her ass. She was heaving for air. Gasping and coughing, like she hadn’t had water in days.

I held her close to me, rocking her side to side. The aftershocks of her orgasm kept her in a constant state of shivering. I fell against the bed and took her with me, then grabbed the blanket and slid it over our bodies. Her face was pressed into the crook of my neck as she caught her breath, her hands reaching out to mine.

She laced our fingers together as our intermingled juices dripped from between her legs and ran over my skin. But I didn’t care.

All I cared about was the sweet slumber Theresa had slipped back into and how soft she felt against my body.

This was where I was always meant to be.