Chapter 4

Grant

I couldn’t take my eyes off Lacey during the ceremony. I mean, she’d always been beautiful to me, but the way she looked now was driving me crazy. She’d told me she’d be wearing her mother’s wedding dress, but I was shocked at how enticing she looked in it.

The neckline came down low on her breasts, revealing the tender, pale flesh of her cleavage. The back was open, inviting my gaze to her perfectly sculpted shoulders. Her neck was as graceful and elegant as a swan’s.

Fuck me. She was like a baited trap, and I wanted to step right in.

She was the closest family I had in the world, and that fact alone was the only reason we’d never fucked. I had too much respect for her father. He’d taken me in, shown me kindness, trained me in the art of being a thief. If it wasn’t for him, I’d be in a prison cell now. He’d trusted me.

It wouldn’t be right for me to betray that trust by fucking his daughter. I mean, he loved that girl more than anything in the world. When I first arrived at the mansion all those years ago, she drove me wild with desire.

At the time, I was convinced she was doing it on purpose. She taunted me, getting me to give her rides, wearing the sexiest outfits on dates with her high school sweethearts, making me come pick her up from parties after she’d been out having fun all night. It drove me nuts.

She had no idea how beautiful she was, how much better she was than those idiots she hung out with.

I even had a spot in the barn where I’d go to jerk off, thinking about her. I wouldn’t allow myself to do it in the house. It was her father’s house, he’d invited me into his family out of trust.

In return, I never invaded Lacey’s privacy. I never entered her room. I never so much as glanced at her underthings when they hung on the line, drying in the wind. And I’d have denied myself the pleasure of fantasizing about her too, but I couldn’t. Believe me, I tried.

I told myself a million times I shouldn’t think of her in that way, but it was no good. My cock didn’t listen. It didn’t care that we were supposed to be family. One whiff of her perfume, one glance at her long, blond hair, and my cock would throb with desire.

I had to give in to it. But my compromise was to only ever do it in the barn. I never did it under her father’s roof.

I was overcome with waves of emotion as my eyes devoured every inch of her flesh. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. She was all grown up. I mean, she’d been grown up when I first saw her seventeen years earlier, but now she was in her prime. She was radiant. With the help of me and the brothers, she’d broken off her relationship with that cheating scumbag Matt, and for the first time in a long while, she was completely single. She was ripe for the picking.

Except for the fact that I could never do anything to disrespect her father, even in his grave.

She stood next to me after the ceremony and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was staring.

“Is there something wrong with my hair?” she said.

I looked away. “No, no, Lacey. Your hair is … perfect.”

She caught my eye. “Thank you. You look pretty dapper yourself.”

“What, this old thing?” I said. My tuxedo was brand new, bought by her and Faith a few days earlier.

She hit me affectionately on the shoulder and a feeling like electricity flowed through my arm.

It was weird. What were we to each other? Were we family? Were we siblings? Was a relationship between us forever forbidden?

It was a question I’d been grappling with my entire adult life, and I still didn’t know the answer.

“The ceremony was beautiful,” I said.

“Come on, Grant. I know you hate weddings. You’ve said so a million times.”

“This one was different.”

“Sure it was.”

“Really. I liked it. I can tell they’re going to be happy together.”

She looked up at me and smiled. She was wearing the same perfume she’d worn since high school. I caught the scent and it took me right back. It had always driven me wild with desire.

Even now, when I was in department stores, I’d pick up a bottle and that smell would make me hard. I maneuvered myself so that my throbbing cock wasn’t tenting my pants quite so obviously.

“I’m glad,” she said.

God, that perfume was destroying me. I inhaled deeply and shut my eyes. Seventeen years I’d been lusting after this girl. I’d been watching over her, making sure nothing bad ever happened, but I couldn’t help wonder if I’d been holding her back too.

I hated every guy she’d ever dated, every guy that so much as looked at her, and she’d picked up on that. I was sure of it.

It must have affected her ability to make those relationships work. I hadn’t meant to do it, but she was still single, and that was partly my fault.

I looked at her. My eyes devoured her body. She was even more beautiful now than she’d been when she was seventeen. Her breasts were fuller. Her thighs and hips were broader. There was a look in her eyes that told me she knew more than she was letting on. She’d been a girl back then. Now she was a woman. It made me want her even more.

I was never one of those men that expected women to starve themselves. Lacey’s curves were intoxicating to me.

Could I do it? Could I do what I’d sworn to myself I’d never allow. Could I allow myself the pleasure of Lacey’s body? Could I live with myself if I did?

It was in a moment of weakness, fueled by the picture Lacey presented in that light blue dress, but I made my decision. I wanted her. I’d wanted her so badly, for so long, that it would be a crime to deny myself any longer. I had to have her. I had to claim her. I had to make her mine.

Lacey, the daughter of the man I loved as my own father, the girl I’d watched from a distance for as long as I could remember, would submit to me. She’d scream my name. She’d feel my cock pulse in orgasm, deep within her body.

It would be a sin. God knows, it would be a crime against everything I believed. But isn’t forbidden pleasure the sweetest?

It was no ordinary night. It was Jackson’s wedding night. It was a night we’d all been waiting a very long time for. It was a night when anything was possible.

And maybe, just maybe, it was a night I could get away with the impossible. I could taste Lacey. I could know her sweet flesh. I could put myself inside her writhing, sweating body. I could do what I’d promised I’d never do. Just this once, on this one special night, I could have what I wanted most, and no one but she and I would ever know it happened.

“You want to go get a drink?” I said to her.

The happy couple had gone off with the photographer. Everyone else was milling around, looks of satisfaction on their faces at having witnessed a beautiful ceremony.

Forrester and Grady were doing a great job hosting the guests, making sure they found their way to the bar set up on the freshly painted porch of Jackson’s new house. Waiters in crisp, white shirts and black ties were popping open corks on bottles of champagne.

No one would miss us if we disappeared for a little while. No one would know what we’d done. Maybe even the old man himself, Lacey’s father, would forgive us this one moment of abandon.

“Sure,” she said.

She started making her way toward the bar but I stopped her.

“Let me show you something,” I said. “I’ve got a bar of my own hidden in the barn.”

“Grant,” she said, shaking her head. She knew all too well about my secret stash in the barn.

“Just one drink,” I said, winking. “The party will be fine without us for a little while.”

Reluctantly, she let me take her by the hand and lead her to the barn. It had been her father’s barn, and now it belonged to the Brotherhood, to all of us.

But that didn’t stop me from thinking of it as mine. I’d always thought of it as mine, even when the old man was still alive. Even then, I was the only one who ever used it, apart from Lacey when she wanted to ride the horses.

It was the place I kept my tools for the vineyard, stabled my horses, stored my old cars and bikes. And it was the only place I’d ever allowed myself to fantasize about the girl I craved most in the world. Yes, it was my place.

I pushed open the big, red door and lit a kerosene lamp that hung just inside. It gave the barn a warm glow. At the far end, the horses whinnied at the disturbance before quietening again. I closed the door, shutting out the din of the party outside.

Lacey looked away when I turned to her. She’d been watching my every move.

“Up here,” I said, holding the wooden ladder that led up to the loft.

“Grant, shouldn’t we be joining the celebration?” she said.

I didn’t answer. I just looked at her, into her beautiful, blue eyes, as if they were deep pools of water.

She hesitated. Everyone who ever grew up on a farm knows what happens in the lofts of barns. It was no innocent decision when she began climbing the steps of the ladder. I held it steady for her before following her up, the lamp in my hand lighting up her dress.

“So,” she said breathlessly when we were both at the top, her delicious breasts rising and falling with her breath, “where’s this drink you promised me?”

It was a perfect night. The air was cool and still. Through the window we could see a million bright stars keeping watch over the valley. Faintly, we could hear the guests on the porch celebrating the love of a man and woman who’d just promised themselves to each other for all eternity.

If this wasn’t the night for us to take this secret pleasure, this sweet ecstasy that we’d waited our entire lives for, then I don’t know what it was.

God would forgive us. Her father would understand. It would be just one night. One blissful night.

I pointed to the heavy beam above her head. “There’s a hip flask right above you.”

She reached up and grabbed it, but when she pulled it down, I saw she hadn’t grabbed the flask at all. She’d grabbed something else entirely. Something I’d long forgotten was there.