CHAPTER 33
THERESA

“I still can’t believe your father told Hollis to shut up,” Grant said. “He looked like he meant it.”

“He meant a lot of things he said in the hospital. Like his apology to you.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay another night before we head out?”

“I’m sure,” I said. “I want to get to Boston. I want to see your place. I want to learn about the life you created for yourself.”

“Well, I’ve already got you set up with a doctor that’s going to check you out in a few days. Just to make sure.”

“Ever the worrier,” I grinned.

“For you? Always.”

As Grant and I drove down the highway and barreled toward Boston, my mind drifted back to the hospital. With our fingers laced and his palm sitting on my thigh, I was finally off on a new adventure. I’d quit my job at my father’s dental practice, and he’d accepted my resignation with a smile on my face. Hollis was still piecing things together, but, in the end, he sent me off with a hug and a smile.

And the promise that I would call once we arrived at Grant’s place.

We’d had to stay in Maine a few extra days. Concussion protocol was triggered the moment I was rolled back through those double doors. Thankfully, there was no concussion. Instead, I had a sore jaw and some bruised ribs, but Grant holding my hand through the night and staying there with me helped to relieve a lot of the fear I was still experiencing.

In the end, my father admitted that Grant was perfect for me. Hollis didn’t like the way that statement tasted on the tip of his tongue, but he knew it all the same. He saw how Grant cared for me and how much I loved him, and in the end, he gave Grant “the lecture.” The one that went a little something like “if you hurt my sister, I’ll kill you.”

Grant’s response?

“Don’t worry. If someone hurts your sister, I’ll kill them too.”

Ike was going to prison for a very long time. Once he got out of the ICU, of course. No criminal charges came against Grant based solely on the fact that he was acting to save my life. Which was great, though I’m pretty sure Hollis strong-armed a few people into standing down.

It was one of the only ways he knew to show me that he really did want me to be happy, even if it meant shacking up with his best friend. I fell asleep on and off in the car until I felt it slow to a stop. I peeled my eyes open and took in the beautiful house in front of me and gasped. The stars were twinkling over the incredible home I was looking at, and I gawked as my eyes turned toward Grant.

“This is where you live?”

“Built it myself. What do you think?”

The beautiful two-story home was pale gray on the outside with white trim. There was a wrap-around porch with stone accents that stabilized it on the foundation. The grass was a lush deep green underneath the pale moonlight, and the trees and beautiful flowers that sat around the house gave it pops of color that reminded me of Grant’s tattoos. The stonework was hand-laid, there were rocking chairs placed all along the porch with tables in between, and a porch swing sat off in one of the corners overlooking the whole of the property.

“Want a look inside?” Grant asked.

“Oh yes,” I said breathlessly.

We left my bags in his car, and I walked up to the front porch. He unlocked the door and ushered me in, and the entire place came alive. With one flick of his wrist, a soft light illuminated the whole of the house, bathing the mahogany floors with a decadent shimmer. There was a sitting room with a fireplace immediately to my left, a staircase against the wall to my right, and further through the house was an entertainment room as well as the kitchen. I walked into the middle of the house and looked up into the loft as my eyes danced over the hand-painted wooden artifacts that looked almost hand carved.

“You built all of this yourself?”

“Me and my team, yes. I designed it.”

“You designed it?” I asked.

“What did you think my job was?” Grant asked.

“I don’t know. Sitting and giving orders?”

He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Want to see the upstairs?” Grant asked.

“If by ‘upstairs’ you mean your bedroom? Then, yes.”

His eyebrows quirked up as I turned around in his arms.

“It’s been days since you’ve touched me,” I said. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Now that is a problem I can easily rectify.”

He picked me up in his arms and carried me up the flight of stairs. The stunning light blue walls lead us down the hallway and in through the last door to the left. There was a giant four-poster bed that had a double-door balcony view of the incredible backyard of his property, and I gasped again. His yard was planted with lush trees and beautiful plants and rose bushes that bloomed in every color. It was like his tattoos had come alive on his property, and as he laid me down on the bed, my eyes came back to meet his.

“I would never have expected you to be in a place like this.”

“Why?” Grant asked as he took off his shirt.

Instead of answering, I ran my fingertips over the bright colors of the designs inked onto his body as his hands traveled up my legs. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them down, removing the soaked fabric from my body. He stood up, his eyes marveling at me as he removed the rest of his clothes and stood in all his glory in front of me.

His chiseled form was naked, and every muscle was teeming with heated intent.

He fell onto my body, and our lips crashed together. I raked my hands through his hair, gripping tightly to his tendrils. He yanked my dress over my head and tore my bra getting it off my body, and I giggled as he threw the fabric across the room. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me to him. My hips rolled into his as I felt his cock rise to the occasion. He was leaking against my skin. My hands ran down his back, gripping every muscle and feeling every part of him twitch with desire.

His lips rushed down my body, taking great care of my breasts. He lapped and sucked at my nipples until my arousal was dripping down my inner thigh. His bed was soft underneath my skin, and his hands were roaming along my curves. Gripping them and massaging them as my legs inched open farther for him, accommodating his thick body as my hands pushed him to where I needed him most.

He wasted no time in giving me what I wanted. His lips sucked at my clit until I was writhing in bed. Electricity shot through my veins and fire sparked in my toes as he pulled me closer to his face. He knelt on the floor, arms wrapped around my thighs, and his tongue buried deep inside my pussy.

I was bucking against his face, coating his cheeks with juices made only for him now.

“Grant. Oh shit. I’m going to—it’s coming. I’m coming!”

My back arched off the bed and my heels dug into his back. He growled into my dripping pussy as his tongue caught every drop I had to offer him. I could hear him swallowing. Drinking me down and lapping deeply at my clit. I shivered and shook, and he grinned into me.

Then he grabbed my hips and turned me over before raising my ass in the air.

He guided his pulsing cock into my folds, and I groaned. Every inch that sunk into me was another bolt of electricity that shot all the way through me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he set a relentless pace, pounding into my body and cracking his hand against my ass. I felt my skin reddening as he massaged my ass cheeks, his balls smacking against my sensitive clit. I hooked my feet around him and dug into the mattress, then began pushing back into his strong hips.

“Theresa. Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me.”

I pushed myself up, and he wrapped his arm around my waist. I gripped his hair and pulled his face into my neck. His hands palmed my tits, tugging at my nipples as I ground back into him. His massive cock grew against my walls, dripping with my juices and bulging with the need to release. I turned my head and captured his lips, tasting myself on him. My arousal and his sweat, intermingled upon his stubbled skin. There was no taste like it. No feeling like it. Everything felt new, and I was experiencing it with Grant.

Like I’d always wanted to.

I pulled away from his body and quickly turned around. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to the bed. He crawled up my body, stalking me like prey as his eyes connected with mine. He encompassed my lips, and I smiled, giggling into him. We fell to the bed, and he slid into me effortlessly as the moonlight draped our skin in an iridescent glow.

“I love you,” I said breathlessly.

His cock pulsed inside of me as our eyes connected with one another’s. I saw that animal rise within his gaze. That caged being begging to break free. I wrapped my legs around his waist and cupped his cheek, then I kissed the tip of his nose.

“Fuck me,” I said. “And do it right.”

With a growl, he slammed into my body. His entire bed frame moved across the floor, and my body was alight with pleasure. Thrust after thrust. Pound after pound. Until the only sound was my moaning and skin slapping skin. Juices coated my ass, and his balls smacked against my skin. He growled into my neck and nipped at my skin, leaving marks on my body I knew I would love.

Marks I’d want to see every morning for the rest of my life.

The bed lurched, and my tits jumped. His body thrust into mine and my pussy swallowed him down. I felt the sensation growing. I felt my body slipping over that edge. Our eyes never left each other, and my grip on him never ceased, and the moment my toes began to curl, he crashed his mouth on mine.

He swallowed my whimpers and my moans as I came around his cock, my pussy pulling him deeper and holding him in its grasp.

Our bodies collapsed to the bed, and he shook on top of me. His cock emptied into my body, filling me with threads of cum that shot from his tip. I held onto him. Clung to him. Bit into his shoulder and whimpered as another orgasm crashed back over my body. I couldn't get him close enough. Couldn’t have him deep enough. My pussy milked his dick until nothing was left but his brow dripping into the crook of my neck and my hands digging into his back.

“I love you,” I said in a whisper, pressing kisses into his shoulder.

“I love you too, Theresa.”

“I love you,” I said as I kissed his cheek. “I love you,” I said as I kissed his nose. “I love you,” I said as I kissed his lips.

I repeated the phrase until I’d filled every space of his body. Every divot of his sculpted muscles and every crevice of his chiseled form. I repeated the phrase until his body was quivering, his lip trembling with the need for me. I said it as I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him until he was throbbing against my teeth. I repeated it as he took me from behind, pressing me against the glass of his private balcony doors. I repeated it as I came around his dick two more times that night with nothing but the sound of his growl in my ear.

And I said it as I lay there in bed, tangled in the sheets, my cheek pressed to his heart. I knew that I was finally home.