Grant

Grant pulled the Escalade in front of Blaire’s log cabin. Thanksgiving was in four days and they’d decided to spend some time together locked away from the world before they joined his family in their Vail mountain home.

He could feel Blaire’s excitement and anxiety. It was like a homecoming of sorts for her. She hopped out of the car and stared at her house.

“Go on inside,” Grant urged. “I’ll bring the stuff in.”

She shot him a dazzling smile before moving up the steps. He walked to the rear of the vehicle and lifted the tailgate of the SUV. This week was about them. It was easy to head out into parts unknown, but this place held a special meaning. They’d come without bodyguards. They’d left the luxury of their Manhattan and Boston residences behind. They were simply Grant and Blaire.

He lifted their suitcase and her little carry-on and loped to the cabin. The news frenzy about their engagement had died down, but their wedding next spring was sure to ramp up interest again. Blaire suggested eloping, much to the horror of his mother. He didn’t want to put too much pressure on his woman, but Grant wanted to have a big wedding. He’d admit to male pride. He wanted to declare to the world that Blaire was his.

Possessiveness surged through his veins as he dropped the suitcases to the floor. Every muscle and pulse was already responding to the idea that they were alone, no one could hear her when he made her scream with pleasure and he could fuck her to his cock’s content without their security intruding. He was already in full predator mode by the time Blaire switched the circuit breakers on and returned from the kitchen to the living room where he stood motionless.

“Well, I’m glad your brief stint in B&E didn’t mess up this place,” Blaire teased, still unaware that he’d already gone through several filthy images in his head of how he wanted to fuck her. Lately, she’d been wearing dresses that hit mid-thigh. She called this particular one a tunic dress. Grant called them easy-access clothes. Her tall soft boots that came up above her knees only added to the sexiness. His mouth was already salivating at the thought of spreading her open and burying his face between her thighs. His dick hardened behind his jeans, but anticipation was half the pleasure, so he watched her some more as she made her way to the farm table. She crouched beside it to straighten the tassel of the rug. When she stood and turned to look at him, her eyes widened, and her lips parted on an inhale. She finally realized she was about to get ravished.

“Uh …”

He stalked toward her. “No morning sex and it was a six-hour plane ride, baby. You know me enough by now that I aim to be buried inside you first chance I get.”

“Grant …” she whispered on a shaky laugh. “The place needs some dusting and airing out.”

He crowded her against the kitchen wall, his hands slipping under her dress.

“Later,” he murmured against her lips as his fingers went behind her panties. “Your pussy needs some eating.” He delved into her tight heat, groaning at how her slick inner muscles gripped him. “Fuck, you are ready.” He dropped to his knees, his hands sliding up the back of her thighs squeezing the globes of her ass, before he gripped the edges of her panties and tore them down. He heard her gasp and he smiled against the dress right above her pussy. He inhaled her arousal through the fabric. Grant slid a hand back down her left leg and lifted it over his shoulder, and with the other, he tossed her skirt up and dove right in.

She cried out as her back arched, forcing her pelvis out and practically shoving her core into his mouth. He growled in approval and devoured her wanton offering. Blaire moaned, burying her hands in his hair as her juices gushed right onto his greedy tongue. When she came down from her high, he stood up and released his aching cock. He hoisted her into his arms and without further warning, plunged inside her.

He pounded her mercilessly against the wall. Grant had tempered his lovemaking those past few weeks, giving Blaire and him a chance to experience their love without the desperation and angst brought about from nearly losing her twice. This time his need was brought about by the instinct to possess, to claim, and to mark. He rooted deeply and she squirmed and gasped.

“Oh!” she whimpered.

He growled, pulled out, and thrust in hard.

“Ah! I’m gonna come again,” she cried out. When her muscles clenched around his dick, Grant lost his mind and started rutting like a beast, grunting, snarling, his thrusting sliding her up and down the wall.

She screamed and pulled his hair as he continued moving inside her. He came and groaned into her neck, staying embedded inside her while keeping her pinned until the last tremors of his release left him.

“I love wall fucks,” she murmured against his ear.

He smiled against her skin.

* * *

Blaire

After Grant spectacularly fucked me against the wall, he lowered my legs to the floor and held me steady. I didn’t think I could hold myself up for a good few minutes. He led me to the couch, stripped off the cover, sat, and pulled me across his lap. He continued nuzzling my neck as we recovered from our carnal activity. This vigorous coming together was long overdue. Grant seemed to know when I needed gentle and he definitely knew when I needed him to take me with fierce possession.

“Too rough?” he murmured. There was no remorse in his voice.

“I can handle it.”

“Good. You don’t know how much I want to tear you apart.”

I shuddered. My back felt a bit raw and I could still feel him inside me. Pulling away from nibbling my neck, his blue eyes locked on mine.

“I want you to skip your next birth control shot.”

“Why?” I asked, bewildered.

“Dreaming of you heavy with my kid,” he said. “Turns me the fuck on like anything.” His hands lowered to my belly. “Need to get started with our family, Angel.”

“Uhh, we’re getting married in May. I don’t want to worry on whether I’ll fit into my wedding gown.”

“Eloping has its merits,” he grumbled.

“Told ya.”

“Still,” his eyes took on a proprietary gleam. “It’ll all be worth it when I finally put that ring on your finger for all the world to see.

I sighed. “You’re such a freaking caveman.”

“Get used to it,” he murmured, attacking my neck again. I settled contentedly into my man. All wrapped up and cuddled on his lap was the best place in the world to be. One would say we’d gone through the most extreme situations as a couple, but we came out of them stronger and more committed to each other. Grant still had a problem letting me out of his sight. I felt his anxiety every morning when he left for work. He texted me often and called me at least twice a day. I wondered how he ever got any work done. I had a few more therapy sessions with Dr. Jones and Grant was coming with me to the remaining ones, but I think he should go see a therapist on his own as well.

My eyes started to wander around the cabin and something, or some things, caught my eyes above the fireplace mantle in the living room. Disentangling myself from my man who muttered in protest, I walked to the unfamiliar objects.

My breath caught.

Five miniature wood sculptures of a wren lay before me. They were arranged in different stages of flight. The first had its wings tucked to its side and the last had its wings fully spread in flight.

“What are these?” Grant murmured as I picked the last one and caressed the intricate grooves carved into the wood.

My heart pushed into my throat, clogging my words.

“Blaire?” he whispered, brows drawing in concern.

Eyes filling with tears, my lips trembled but I managed to smile. I took a deep inhale, then exhaling, I said, “Liam.”