Keeping You (Destined Love #3)

20. Grayson

CHAPTER 20

Grayson

R ealizing how natural it was to kiss the top of her head as I walk away has me confused. How in the world have we gone from her hating me and not wanting to spend time with me, to it feeling like the most natural thing in the world to share that act of affection with her before parting? I look over my shoulder at her, and she’s engrossed in conversation with everyone. She’s fit in so easily with my family and our friends.

I follow Dad to the side of the house where he’s kept the fireworks for tonight. We gather the supplies and move them to the open section of the yard where we’ll light them later. I drag the hose out and make sure it’s properly set up before we start stuffing the tubes. As I’m stuffing the last tube, I see familiar brown hair out of the corner of my eye, and my entire body becomes on edge. I turn and watch as Rebecca and her husband and son make their way toward the centre of the yard.

Her little boy finds the kids who have gathered in the yard to play. My parents’ place has always been open to everyone for the holidays. They’re known for their fireworks show every Canada Day. I shouldn’t be surprised they’re here, but I haven’t been in town for the holiday in so long that it never crossed my mind.

I close my eyes and rub a hand over the ache in my chest as a hand slips into my free one and squeezes. Hannah’s soft, floral scent fills my lungs, and the ache subsides little by little with each deep inhale of it. When I open my eyes, I meet her worried gaze. I offer her a slight smile, but it does nothing to ease her worry. She squeezes my hand again, and I squeeze back.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

I nod. Her eyes continue scanning me, and I open my arms. She wraps hers around my waist and hugs me. I hold her like it’s the last time, because for all I know it is, and I need to absorb all of it. I bury my nose in her hair, and my entire body relaxes into her.

I don’t know why Hannah has always seemed to calm me, but she does. I have no explanation for it. It’s like she’s the eye of the storm that is my mind. She may be sassy and fiery, but when it matters, she anchors me.

When we separate, her hand comes up and cups my cheek as she stares into my eyes. The rest of the world falls away as I stare at her. Her hair isn’t as perfect as it was this morning. The humidity has flyaways around her face, and sweat forms around her hairline, but she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My hands come up and cup her face.

I lean in, and before our lips touch, I whisper, “Stay with me tonight.”

She nods, and I move my lips and kiss her cheek. Ryder comes and joins us and takes over the preparation of the fireworks so I can spend the night with Hannah watching them instead of lighting them. I lead her to the edge of the group and lay a blanket out and lie down. She joins me, and I pull her into my side. Rebecca and her family are on the other side of the yard from us. I want her to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wished for her, but being near her drags me into the past. Having Hannah by my side helps me stay focused on the present. As we lie here, the sound of nature and my family and friends around us, I realize more and more that I want to spend every Canada Day like this, with Hannah in my arms. In order for that to ever be a possibility, I would have to bare my soul to her. Tell her about everything and hope she stays despite me not being able to give her everything she wants. I resolve to tell her before we head home.

As the first firework goes off, the little gasp that escapes Hannah has me grinning from ear to ear. She makes little sounds as bigger ones light up the night sky, and I wrap my arm tighter around her. We watch as the different colours explode above us. I turn and look at her as a large red one explodes and the light dances across her face. She’s stunning as she grins. I tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She turns toward me slightly, and all I want to do is kiss her. I want to smash my lips against hers and devour her, but if I do, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop. I have this need to consume her. To have her forgetting every other man she’s ever been with until all she remembers is my touch. My taste. The way I make her come.

Another firework goes off, and Hannah turns to watch it. After the last few explode above us, we get up and help clean up before making our way back into the house. I hop in the shower, allowing the water to wash away the craziness of the day. As I tip my head back, the shower curtain moves, bringing in a cold burst of air. I look to see what caused the movement and immediately see Hannah naked in front of me. She has her hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head, exposing her slender neck. My eyes slowly trail down her body, taking in every inch of her perfect skin. My breathing quickens as I stare at her. My eyes can’t find one spot they want to linger. They need to eat up all of her.

Her eyes do the same as she steps into the shower, pulling the curtain closed and standing within inches of me. She smiles seductively at me, and I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been in my life. She grins as she reaches forward and takes hold of my erection, slowly sliding her hand up and down my length. I hold back a groan as I watch her.

She goes onto her tip toes and whispers in my ear, “I think I owe you a few orgasms.”

I grip her wrist, stopping her movements, and she gives me a confused look.

“Spitfire, this is not tit for tat. If this is something you want to do, then that’s fine. Amazing, really, but don’t do anything because you feel like you owe it to me or you have to. Every orgasm I’ve given you and will give you is because it’s something I want to do. I want to watch you come undone for me. I want you to feel good.”

Her gaze softens before it turns to molten heat. “I want to watch you come for me, Grayson. I want to be the reason you lose control.”

She drops to her knees in front of me, and my mouth goes dry. She licks her lips before she leans forward and licks my cock slowly, base to tip, her tongue flicking over the sensitive crown. This time, I can’t hold back the groan, and her responding grin is wicked. She leans forward and wraps her lips around me, and it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. The feeling of her hot mouth around me is like heaven and sin all wrapped in one. She slowly takes every inch I have to offer until I’m hitting the back of her throat.

Holy shit, she has no gag reflex.

She swallows around me, and my hand slams against the shower wall to hold me up. She’s relentless as she works her mouth up and down my length. Tears begin gathering at the corner of her eyes, and I wipe them and try and pull away, but she takes my hand and places it on the back of her head as she nods.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

She wants me to fuck her mouth. She looks at me with pleading eyes, like she wants me to use her for my pleasure, and if that isn’t my deepest desires come to life, I don’t know what is. I grip her hair as my hips thrust forward, and she moans. The vibrations travel up my spine and have me on the edge already. I’m not going to last long. A few more thrusts and her moaning have me falling over the edge, spilling down her throat. I watch as she swallows every fucking drop of cum.

She releases me and runs her thumb over her bottom lip, picking up a stray drop of cum before licking it off. I lean over, gripping her chin tightly. Her eyes widen, filled with arousal.

“You’re a needy girl, aren’t you?”

She nods.

“You a needy little whore for your husband’s cock?”

She nods again.

“Use your words,” I demand.

She swallows so forcefully I see the movement of her throat.

“I’m a needy little whore for your cock, Grayson,” she practically pants.

“Good girl.”

She melts into my hold at the words. She likes the praise and degradation.

I need to fuck my wife, but I’m not having our first time be in this tiny shower. Reaching behind me, I turn off the water and forcefully pull open the shower curtain. I quickly wrap her in a towel before doing the same to myself and pop my head out of the bathroom door and check the hallway. Seeing it’s all clear, I usher her into our room, and the second the door is closed, I pull both our towels off and toss them to the floor.

“Get on the bed.” My voice comes out low and commanding, and she immediately follows directions. I grin at how quickly she moves. When she’s lying flat on her back, I run a finger slowly up the inside of her right leg before switching to her left and repeating the motion.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“To come,” she pants as she squirms under my touch.

“How do you want to come?”

My finger moves up her stomach to her breasts, and I circle a nipple. I watch it harden without even being touched. Her back arches, and she bites her hand as she releases a low moan. She doesn’t respond to my question. I pinch her nipple, and she mewls.

“How do you want to come?” I ask again.

“Your tongue. I want to come on your tongue,” she rushes out.

That I can do. I position myself on the bed and kiss my way up her right leg painstakingly slow. When I reach the one place she’s aching to be touched, I let out a warm breath and watch her squirm even more before moving to her left leg and repeating the process. When I get to the apex of her thighs again, she’s glistening. She’s so fucking wet and ready for me. I take my first taste of the night, and it makes me ravenous. I devour her, not leaving a single inch of her untasted. As my lips wrap around her clit, her hand finds my hair, and she holds on tightly. I bring my finger to her entrance and tease her. The growl she releases has me chuckling, and her grip on my hair tightens.

“I said I wanted to come on your tongue, not be fucking teased,” she says.

My little Spitfire is out to play. I oblige her this time, because I want to see her come undone. I want to watch her writhe as she calls my name. I slowly push my finger inside and find that spot that sends her back off the bed. Adding another finger, I massage the same spot as she tightens around my fingers. She’s right on the edge. She’s just about to fall off the cliff when I stop. Her eyes fly open, and she glares at me.

I grin back. “Beg for it, Spitfire. You want to come, you’re gonna beg me for it.”

Her eyes harden as I scrape my teeth slowly over her clit and pull my fingers halfway out. I continue to move them inside her, but never go in more than halfway, and never massage that one perfect spot.

I see the fight in her, she doesn’t want to give in, she wants to be in control, but after a minute, she’s finally done with my teasing. “Please, Grayson. Please make me come.”

Her begging is like music to my ears and I push my fingers in all the way and wrap my lips around her clit again. Within seconds, I have her coming. She holds a pillow to her face to suppress the loud moans that leave her. When she comes down from the high, she removes the pillow, her breathing still coming out as pants, and I remove my fingers. She closes her eyes as she tries to catch her breath.

“Look at me,” I say, and her eyes fly open. I hold my fingers to her lips and say, “Open.”

She does as she’s told, and I place my fingers in her mouth. Her eyes never leave mine as she sucks every last drop of her cum off them. I haven’t even had sex with Hannah, and she’s ruined me for all other women.

She opens her mouth, and I remove my fingers as she watches me reach into the nightstand and grab one of the condoms I bought earlier today. As I hold it up to my mouth to rip it open, her mouth parts and her pupils dilate even more. I remove the condom and roll it down my painfully hard cock as I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You need your husband to fill you up and fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Her voice is breathy and barely audible.

I position myself between her legs and run the head of my cock against her clit. She watches the movements, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. I slip the tip into her, and she releases her lip as she stares at where I’m filling her. I push forward slowly, and I see the indecision in her eyes, whether to watch as I stretch her tight little cunt or to allow herself to fall back and revel in the feeling. I push forward another inch, and she gives in, her head falling back as she moans my name. The best sound I’ve ever heard is my name coming from her mouth in moans of pleasure.

I push all the way in and bury my head in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. When I’ve gathered myself, I hold myself up. My hand finds her hair, and I grip tightly. I hold eye contact with her, that feeling more intimate than the fact that I’m buried balls deep inside her.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, the way you deserved to be fucked. I’m going to make sure you feel me buried in your pussy when you wake up. I want your eyes rolling into the back of your head when you come.”

“God, yes,” she moans.

I slowly pull out until just the tip is left inside of her before I thrust my hips forward, fast and hard. Her back arches as her eyes roll, and I repeat the motion. I continue, picking up speed as I go. I revel in the feeling of being inside her as the sound of slapping skin fills the room. It only turns me on more. I bite her neck, and she mewls.

“Who’s fucking you?” I pant.

“You.”

Not the answer I want. “Who am I?”

Her eyes open, and she stares at me.

I grip her jaw tightly. “Who the fuck am I, Spitfire?”

I can tell the second she realizes the answer I’m looking for.

“My husband.”

“Say it again. Who’s fucking you?”

Her back arches and she scratches at my arm.

“My husband.”

I reach between us and slap her clit. “Good girl. Now tell me how needy you are.”

Her arms splay out at her side as she reaches for anything to grab. “So needy. I need my husband’s cock. I need it so badly.” Her voice comes out in heavy breaths as she squints her eyes closed.

I nip at her neck. “Such a needy girl. Such a good girl.”

My words send her over the edge and turns her head and bites my forearm as she spasms around my cock. I know she’s going to leave a mark and I love it. I want to be claimed by her. I fuck her harder, sending her higher up the bed until I’m coming, too. I can’t get enough of her as we ride out our highs together. I roll off her, panting.

I leave the bed, slipping into some shorts and venturing to the washroom. I return with a warm, wet cloth and help Hannah clean up. She smiles softly at me before I help her up and wrap her in my robe that still hangs on the back of the bedroom door. Grabbing the towels, we head back into the shower, where this time we actually clean ourselves.

Hannah lets me wash her hair. I massage the shampoo into her scalp before rinsing it and working her conditioner into the ends. I really take her in as she stands in front of me. Her shoulders are relaxed, and her eyes are closed. She’s comfortable. She feels safe right now, allowing her guard to come down. Knowing she doesn’t feel the need to put her walls up right now and feels safe with me is everything.

While I let the conditioner sit in her hair, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. I place gentle kisses along her neck, and she tilts her head granting more access. I watch as the corner of her mouth tips up, and she lets out a satiated sigh. She squeezes my hand that rests on her stomach.

“Careful,” she whispers.

I place a few more kisses on her shoulder. “Of?”

She releases another contented sigh as my lips continue trailing over her skin. “You’re starting to convince me you’re not as bad as I thought.”

Her words drop like a weight in my stomach, reminding me how I made her feel all because I knew she deserved better than me.

I spin her until she’s facing me and cup her face. “I think we should talk and clear some things up, because I need you to know some things.”

She worries her bottom lip between her teeth and nods slightly. I kiss her forehead and spin her back around to rinse the conditioner out of her hair. Wrapped in towels, we head back to the room. I climb into bed and Hannah follows suit. I pull her into my side, needing her close when I finally tell her the truth.

She trails her fingers over my chest as I run my fingers through her hair, working myself up tell her.

“I’ve never slept with Samantha.”

Her fingers stop, and she lifts her head and looks at me. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes bore into me. She adjusts herself to face me better and asks, “What do you mean?”

I swallow harshly. “That night you walked in on Samantha kissing me in the supply closet was just that. She kissed me. I pushed her off as soon as I could, but I guess it was too late, because you had already walked in. I tried to catch up to you, to talk, but you were gone. I decided it was for the best. You deserved better, so I wasn’t going to try and explain it to you.” I run a hand over my face. “I wanted you to be happy, and I didn’t think you would be with me, so if that meant you hating me and finding someone who could give you everything you want and deserve, I could live with that. For you.”

She stares at me, mouth agape, as a tear falls down her cheek. She wipes at it furiously before she falls back on the bed and stares up at the ceiling. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. I brush the stray hairs on her face back and tuck them behind her ears.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods. “Yeah.” Her voice comes out soft, and I brush my thumb over her cheek. She leans into the touch, and I smile softly. She opens her eyes, and I can’t read the emotions swimming in them. She lets out a slow breath.

“You let me hate you.” A tear falls down her cheek, and I wipe it away. “You did that for me?”

“Yeah, I did that for you.”

Her eyes bounce all over my face. “Why?”

I kiss her cheek and whisper, “You’ll figure it out,” before pulling her into me and closing my eyes to sleep.