Keeping You (Destined Love #3)

16. Grayson

CHAPTER 16

Grayson

H annah’s been gone a while when I decide that, instead of having her come back for lunch, I’ll pack a picnic so we can enjoy the outdoors. I make some sandwiches and throw in some cheese, crackers, and cookies before picking some fruit from the garden and making my way through the property. Based on how much Hannah seemed to enjoy the pond yesterday, my guess is that’s where she ended up.

I’m almost to the edge of the trees when I hear moaning and what sounds like it might be my name. I continue moving towards the sound and the pond. When I clear the trees, I spot Hannah lying on her back under the sun. She moans again, and her legs move, and I see a glimpse of what I can only assume is a vibrator as she squirms on the blanket. She moans again before her back arches and she calls my name as I watch an orgasm tear through her.

“Fucking hell,” I say and immediately know Hannah heard me.

She reaches between her legs and removes the vibrator as her head lifts and she sees me.

I move across the space separating us, and when I’m standing in front of her, her chest is flushed pink as it rises and falls at a quick pace. She watches me as I kneel beside her. She doesn’t shy away, and it’s such a fucking turn on.

“Want some help?” I ask.

She looks over my shoulder quickly and bites her lip, thinking about the question. Her nod is subtle, but it’s there. Does this mean she’s finally going to let me touch her? Am I finally going to get my hands on Hannah fucking Smith, the gorgeous woman who’s hated me for years?

“Can I touch you?”

She nods and says, “Yes.”

I don’t hesitate. I reach a hand out and touch her thigh. Her skin is soft as my fingers lightly trail up her leg. She bites her lip again, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing. I lean down, allowing my breath to dust over the shell of her ear for a few seconds before I whisper, “It’s just us. Don’t hide your noises. I want to hear how every little touch makes you feel. Be loud, Spitfire.”

My fingers finally reach the apex of her thighs, and I feel the heat radiating off her. My finger dips between her folds. She’s fucking soaked. It makes me feral knowing the reaction that I cause in her, knowing that she’s this wet from thinking about me. I circle her clit, and she moans.

“Good girl, tell me how you feel.”

Her head falls back, and her mouth drops open. I apply more pressure, and she arches her back as another moan leaves her. She’s so fucking responsive. I love it. My fingers dip lower. Finding her entrance, I tease her with one finger before slipping in a second. She rides my hand, bucking her hips with my movements. She reaches out and grabs the front of my shirt as she bites her lip so hard I fear she might draw blood.

The heel of my hand finds her clit, and she moans. “I’m close, so close.”

“Good girl. Tell me what you need.”

“More, I need more,” she mewls.

“My needy girl. You want more?”

Her eyes meet mine, and she nods. I pull my fingers out and add a third, her back arches and she moans my name. I kiss her neck and nip it before licking the spot. She arches her head, giving me more access. I pull her earlobe between my teeth, and she clenches around my fingers. She’s close.

“Yes, Grayson,” she calls as I pick up speed.

Her head thrashes side to side, and she clenches tighter around my fingers.

“Come for me, Spitfire. Soak my fingers the way I know you want to soak my cock.”

That does it. She comes, her back arching off the blanket as she grasps my shirt tighter and calls my name. I remove my fingers, and when she comes down from her high, she looks at me and I stick my fingers in my mouth, licking off every last drop of her orgasm. She’s the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. I moan loudly as I clean my fingers. After a few seconds, shock fills her face as she registers what we just did.

She pushes up, sitting straight on the blanket before looking back at me. She doesn’t say anything as she makes her way to the pond, stepping into the cool water. I sit on the blanket and watch her, allowing her to process everything. When she comes back, she sits beside me and slides her panties back on under her dress.

I grab the picnic basket I brought and start unpacking it. She silently accepts the bottle of water I hand her. We quietly eat, enjoying the sound of the surrounding nature. I know we need to talk about this. I can’t let her just fixate on this and ignore it. I know this probably means something completely different to her than it did for me, but for me, it was finally being able to touch the woman I have lusted over—loved—for the last two years.

“So, we should probably talk,” I say.

She looks my way but doesn’t say anything, choosing to look back at the pond. We watch as a duck flies by before landing on the surface of the water. She stares at it more intently than necessary. She’s avoiding this.

“Hannah,” I say.

She looks back at me and says, “What’s there to say? I got caught up in the moment, that’s it.”

Her words stab me in the gut. I mask my face, hoping I don't show how they affect me. “Okay, if that’s how you feel.”

“Grayson, what more can it be? In less than sixty days, we’ll be divorced. It was a moment of weakness. I needed release, and you were offering assistance.”

I nod, not sure what else to say. We finish our lunch in silence, and I pack up the basket.

“I’ll let you relax until dinner. It should be done at 6 p.m.,” I say before I walk back to the house, leaving her there.

I’m a broody bastard when I get back, and I know it. Hannah has been messing with my fucking head for years. I thought we were finally getting somewhere, but I guess I couldn’t have been more wrong. She used me for an orgasm and ignored me afterwards like it was nothing. Everyone has looked at me like some fuck boy for years, thinking I only used woman for sex and tossed them to the curb when I was done with them. And yes, I did only have sex with some woman, but I made sure they were fully aware of the situation going into it. But with Hannah, I should have known we were both looking at this situation very differently.

To her, I’m the man who broke her heart years ago and she can never forgive.

To me, she’s the only woman I’ve truly wanted since I was eighteen years old. The only woman I’ve ever truly loved.

Chloe notices my mood when I enter the kitchen and start unloading the picnic basket.

“Didn’t go well, did it?” she asks.

I don’t say anything. What am I supposed to tell my sister?

Oh, by the way, I’m in love with my wife, but she hates my guts and I brought her lunch and she let me finger-fuck her until she called my name and came all over my hand, but then she told me that’s all it was and she still plans on divorcing me.

Yeah, not happening.

“Grayson?” she pushes.

“Don’t want to talk about it, Chlo,” I say.

“I’m your sister, you can tell me.”

“Chlo, not now,” I grit.

My sister and I may get along better now, but she still knows how to push my every button and she proves it right now.

“Grayson, what’s going on with your wife? There’s no way you married some random woman in Vegas, drunk or not. So what’s going on?”

I turn around, throwing my arms to the side. “She’s not some random woman. She’s the woman I told myself two years ago I wasn’t allowed to have, because I know I can’t give her everything. She’s going to want things I’m not sure I can give her, not after Rebecca.”

Chloe’s eyes soften as she looks at me. “Maybe you should talk to Rebecca while you’re here. Maybe it will help you cope. This is not how you deal with all your emotions. I’m not sure you ever fully moved on, Grayson. If you want your marriage with Hannah to work, I think it’s time you face the past.”

I know she’s right. The only way I can move past it all is to revisit it, but I’m not sure I’m strong enough to do it yet. Chloe knows not to push it any further. She squeezes my arm as she passes me and heads outside. I finish dealing with the picnic basket and head upstairs for a much needed shower to get out of my head.

Hannah barely says a word to me when she gets back. She showers and joins us for dinner. I feel her eyes on me at some points, and I want to reach out and put my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze, show her I’m here and I’m not freaking out about what happened at the pond, but I don’t.

When we finish eating, Chloe drags Hannah upstairs to get ready for the bar. I help Mom with cleanup and I know she’s itching to ask me questions. This is the first time we’ve been alone since we arrived.

Mom is drying a plate as she says, “Hannah seems like a lovely girl.”

I keep my head down, paying attention to the dishes I’m washing. “She is.”

“I can see why you love her.”

I freeze and look over my shoulder to make sure no one else is around. The last thing I need right now is Hannah to hear that. She’s already set on running away. Hearing those words is just going to freak her out.

“Oh, Honey, she’s not here. Maybe she needs to hear that she’s loved. I have a feeling that girl hasn’t heard those words enough in her life.”

Mom’s hit the nail right on the head with that. I wonder if Lauren has ever said those words to Hannah. But I’m not sure hearing them from me will do anything. Knowing Hannah, she’ll probably think I’m saying them as a way to manipulate or hurt her.

When we finish with the dishes, I head upstairs and change so we can head to the bar. When I come out of the room, my jaw drops at the sight of Hannah. She’s dressed in denim shorts that just cover her ass, a white tank top, what looks like one of my old flannel shirts unbuttoned, and a pair of Chloe’s cowboy boots. The image of her in nothing but those boots on my bed with them wrapped around my ears has me half hard.

Chloe gives me a smug look. “You like?”

I clear my throat. “Yeah. You look great, Hannah.”

I swear I see her blush.

“Thanks.”

Chloe links her arm with Hannah’s. “You don’t look half bad, brother. Why don’t we head out? We don’t want to miss any of the fun.”

I follow behind Chloe and Hannah, adjusting myself in my jeans as we go. I open the doors to the car for the girls, and we make our way into town. I haven’t been to Incahoots since the summer I turned nineteen. It’s usually packed in the evening, especially when they have live music.

I find parking right out front, and we head inside. The sound of country music hits my ears the second I open the front door. When my eyes adjust to the darker atmosphere, I take in the space. Not much has changed. There’s a bar spanning the left wall, a few shelves of liquor behind it. On the right wall, there’s a hallway that leads to the back office and kitchen. A stage sits against the back wall, with a dance floor in front and tables spread across the rest of the open space.

Chloe drags Hannah to a table in the corner with a few girls already sitting around it. I recognize one of them as Chloe’s best friend Brinley. When we get to the table, Chloe introduces everyone.

“Girls, this is my brother, Grayson, and his wife, Hannah. These are my friends Brinley, Aspen, Lennon.”

Hannah settles at the table and is talking with the girls like they’ve been best friends for years. Brinley asks something, and Hannah holds out her left hand, and I watch as the girls fawn over her ring. It makes my chest swell with pride that I’m the one who gave it to her. The fact that she wears them all the time even though she didn’t want this marriage further inflates my ego.

I’m not even sure why I’m here, other than I knew I couldn’t let Hannah come to this bar with a bunch of guys who haven’t seen a pretty new girl in God knows how long.

I excuse myself from the table and head to the bar to order a beer for myself and Chloe, and a margarita for Hannah. As I wait for the drinks, a hand claps me on the shoulder.

“Well, lookie here. The Grayson Maxwell, back in Willow Creek. What are you doing here man?”

I turn and come face-to-face with Colby Miller. He hasn’t changed much since we were in high school. His blond hair is still slightly disheveled, and he’s wearing his patented smirk that got him a lot of action back in the day. Last I heard, he’d married his high school sweetheart, Felicity, and they were expecting a baby.

“Hey, man.” I shake his hand. “I’m just in town to spend the week with the family. How’s life?”

His smirk drops for a second before it returns. “Life’s life.”

The bartender places my drinks on the bar, and I grab them before saying, “It was good to see ya, man. I should get back to the ladies. I’ll see you around.”

He nods, and I head back to the table, dropping Chloe and Hannah’s drinks off in front of them before taking my seat. I barely pay attention to the conversation around me. I notice Hannah make her way through her drink quite quickly, and when Shania Twain’s “Man! I Feel Like A Woman!” comes blaring through the speakers, she’s out of her chair and dragging my sister with her. I watch as they laugh and dance to the music.

I flag down a server and order Chloe and Hannah each another drink and a Coke for myself. The two of them are having a blast.

When the drinks are dropped off at the table, they come over and grab them, Chloe stopping to kiss my cheek and say, “Great big brother,” before going back out with the girls.

When the music cuts out and the band takes the stage, I see the excitement written all over Hannah’s face. They start playing Brooks and Dunn “Boot Scootin’ Boogie” , and Chloe teaches her the dance moves. Hannah stumbles over herself a bit in the beginning, but she picks it up, and a smile lights up her face as she moves across the dance floor. They transition to “The Girls Gone Wild” by Travis Tritt, and Chloe moves smoothly into the tush push. Hannah watches her and eventually picks it up. She really gets into it, her hips moving with every beat.

The music changes, and people couple off and begin to two-step. Hunter Davis steps up and takes Hannah’s hand, pulling her in, and begins to dance with her. She smiles, but it’s not her flirtatious smile. It’s the same one she gives Liv and the girls. I sit back, not wanting to cause a scene, no matter how much I hate his hands on her. When he leans in closer to whisper in her ear, I’ve had enough. I don’t care if I make a scene. I don’t care if the entire town hears about it before breakfast. I want Hunter Davis’s hands off my wife.

Making my way through the crowd, I stop when I’m right behind Hannah. “Davis, I highly recommend you let go of my wife.”

Davis grins at me. “No way Grayson Maxwell is married to this gorgeous woman.”

Hannah’s cheeks pinken before she says, “He is,” and holds up her left hand, the light hitting her rings perfectly.

He looks shocked, to say the least.

“Again, Davis, I recommend removing your hands from my wife.”

“It’s just a dance, man. Calm down.”

I’m not in the mood for this. I wrap an arm around Hannah’s waist and pull her into me. She giggles when her back hits my chest. Davis goes to protest, but I grab Hannah’s hand and spin her before falling into the dance moves with her. She grins as she follows my every move. When the music ends, I drag her off the dance floor, down the hallway, and into the back office. I try the handle and am not surprised the door isn’t locked.

I lead her inside, close the door, and spin around, pinning her between me and the door.

“What did I say about sharing, Spitfire?”

Her eyes widen as her pupils dilate. She’s turned on, and it only turns me on, too. She fists my shirt as she says, “That you don’t share.”

I nod. “What else did I say?”

She swallows, and I watch the movement in her throat. “That I’m yours.” Her voice comes out breathy.

Hearing her acknowledge that has me needing to take her right here and now. I need to claim her. I need her to know that no other man is going to touch her.

Leaning forward, I drag my nose lightly up her neck and watch goosebumps erupt across her skin. I gently kiss behind her ear before tugging on her earlobe with my teeth. “I think I might need to fuck you so that message gets into your pretty little head.”

She nods.

“You like the sound of that? Like the thought of my cock stretching your pussy as I fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a week.”

Her head rolls back as a moaned, “God, yes,” escapes her.

That sounds like the best fucking thing in the world, only I’m now remembering I don’t have a fucking condom on me. I drop my head into the crook of her neck. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m clear,” she whispers.

“I need a condom,” I whisper back, and she nods. “So help me God, if you tell me you have one I may need to spank you until your ass is bright red.”

She bites her lip as she shakes her head. “I don’t have one.”

She presses her thighs together and squirms. I drop to my knees in front of her. “This will have to do for now.” I reach forward for the waistband of her shorts and make eye contact with her. When she nods, I undo the button and slowly pull her shorts and panties down her legs, exposing her pussy. I help her spread her legs, and her eyes remain on me the entire time.

“You wet for me, Spitfire?”

She nods.

“Such a good girl, wet and ready for your husband.”

I lean forward and tease her with my tongue. Her hand comes to her mouth, and she bites down on it, holding back her moan. I bring a finger to her entrance and tease her some more. Her free hand comes to my hair, and she grabs a fist full. I grin at her before I begin feasting on her like a man starved. I taste every inch of her. She bucks against my face, chasing her release.

My finger slowly enters her, crooking to find that sensitive spot inside. The feral moan that tears out of her tells me I’ve found it. I don’t relent. I keep going until she’s clenching around my finger and calling my name as she comes.

I help her back into her panties and shorts, leaning down and whispering in her ear, “I want you to spend the rest of the night knowing that it was me who just made you come like that. That I’m the only man who makes you come like that.”

She nods, and when she’s righted herself, I lead her back into the bar. The look on my sister’s face tells me she knows something just happened with Hannah and me back there. We go to the dance floor, and I don’t leave Hannah’s side until we’re ready to head home.

When I climb into bed, I pull Hannah into me just like I did last night. I make a mental note that tomorrow I need to make a run to the store and grab some condoms, because I’m not missing a chance to fuck my wife like I did tonight.