Keeping You (Destined Love #3)

24. Hannah

CHAPTER 24

Hannah

M elanie has us spending the rest of the day playing games, just spending time together.

On Monday, Grayson heads to the shop with Randy, and Chloe heads to work at her summer job at a local café. She’s working there to make some extra money before school starts again in September. That leaves Melanie and me at the house. I read for the first part of the day and then help her make Grayson’s favourite meal. She wants him to get it before we leave tomorrow.

At the dinner table, I feel a shift in the air. Melanie, Randy, and Chloe aren’t ready for Grayson to leave again, and I don’t think he’s quite ready either. If I’m being honest, I’m not ready to leave. I’ve enjoyed being out of the city and away from my mother. I miss the girls, though. I’m looking forward to a girls’ night when I get back.

When we finish eating, Chloe and Grayson head to the back deck. I stay behind, giving them some space as they haven’t had a lot of one-on-one time this trip. Randy retreats to his usual spot in his recliner, and Melanie and I stay at the table.

“Thank you,” she says, her voice soft.

My brow furrows. “For?”

She looks to the sliding door before back at me. She reaches for my hand and gives it a squeeze. “Grayson has been through more than I had ever hoped he would have to. It’s nice seeing him more open and happy now. Coming home can be difficult for him, but this trip he’s been”—she lets out a breath—“different. He’s lighter and happier. He’s stayed longer than he has in the past. He usually comes for a couple of days and leaves as soon as he can. I can’t help but think that you’re a major reason for that change. So, thank you.”

I squeeze her hand back. “I haven’t done anything.”

“You really don’t realize just how much your presence impacts him, do you?” She watches me and must read my answer. Her free hand comes and pats the top of mine. “You two are good together. I’m happy he found a woman as amazing as you.”

I’m holding back tears now. Her positive words are more than my own mother has ever said to me. I inhale deeply through my nose and out through my mouth, gathering myself.

The sliding door opens, and Chloe comes sauntering in and starts grabbing things from the cabinets. “It’s getting dark. Gray’s gonna make a fire and we’re gonna have one last night of s’mores,” she says.

I smile as much as I can. “Sounds great, I’ll be out shortly.”

“Mom?” she asks.

“None for me tonight. You kids have fun.”

Chloe heads back outside, and Melanie leaves the table, giving my shoulder a squeeze before she leaves. I head upstairs and grab the first sweatshirt I see. I’m in the kitchen when I realize it’s Grayson’s. I put it on before stepping outside and joining them. There are only two chairs when I get there, and they’re sitting in them, Micky lying between them as he stares at the graham crackers and chocolate resting on the arms of one of the chairs. I look down at Grayson, and he smiles as he wraps a hand around my wrist and pulls me into him. I land on his lap. The chair shakes a bit from the movement, and I hold on to him tightly.

His lips find my ear, and he whispers, “I like seeing you in my clothes.” His words send a wave of shivers through me.

He wraps his arm around my waist and gets his marshmallow ready on his stick and starts roasting it.

“You excited to get home?” Chloe asks.

“Yeah. I miss my girls, but I’m gonna miss being away from the noise of the city.”

“Well, you’ll have to come back when you need an escape. We’d love for you guys to visit more.”

Grayson stiffens under me. His chest has stopped moving, like he’s holding his breath.

“I’ll definitely keep it in mind,” I say, not wanting to give her too much hope. I still have no idea where Grayson and I stand, especially after we leave here and are thrust back into our everyday lives.

Grayson pulls the marshmallow out of the fire and, before he can even react, I pull it off between two graham crackers, shove a piece of chocolate inside, and take a bite. He stares at me open-mouthed as Chloe laughs.

“You little thief,” he says, his eyes tracking the movement of my tongue as I lick of the stray pieces of s’more on my lips.

I lean forward, holding the s’more in front of him. “What’s yours is mine. Right, husband?” I whisper.

He leans forward and finishes the s’more in a single bite. I go to lick the marshmallow of my fingers, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me. I watch his throat as he swallows before opening his mouth and slowly sucking the marshmallow off my fingers. His tongue works around them, ensuring he gets every last piece. I squirm in his lap. He’s turning me on beyond belief. His eyes are fire as he stares at me.

When he releases my fingers, he puts another marshmallow on his stick and starts the process again.

Chloe finishes her s’more and pushes up from her chair. “I’m going to head to bed. Early morning tomorrow.”

She gives us each a hug and says good night and goodbye, because we likely won’t see her tomorrow. She calls for Micky, and he reluctantly follows her inside. When the sliding glass door closes, I move to push off Grayson’s lap to move to the other chair, but his grip around my waist tightens.

“Where are you going?” he asks, his voice low.

“The other chair.”

He leans in close, his breath dancing across the sensitive skin of my neck. “Stay.”

I squirm again.

“You horny, Spitfire? Do you need to get off?” His voice wraps around me, sucking me in and bringing me to the edge of begging. I’ve never wanted a man the way I do Grayson. I’ve never needed a man the way I need him. I’ve never begged a man, but Grayson seems to be breaking all those rules.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

He tosses the marshmallow stick into the fire, his hand coming to the waist of my shorts and deftly undoing the button before his fingers snake inside the waistbands of them and my panties. He quickly finds my clit, brushing his finger over it lightly and pulling a moan from me before his fingers snake lower.

“So wet for me,” he says before nipping my neck. He fights the sting with a kiss. He pulls out his finger, and I mewl at the loss of feeling. He helps me peel off my shorts and panties, dropping them at our feet, and positions me on his lap, my back to his front, a leg on the outside of each of his. I’m fully exposed, the heat of the fire on my pussy.

“Watch. Use the light of the fire to watch me finger-fuck this perfect little cunt,” he says as his fingers dip back in.

My head drops back, and he pulls his fingers all the way out again. “I said watch. If you want to come, you’re going to watch how well I take care of your pussy.”

I move my head and watch as two fingers enter me. He crooks them, finding that spot that is sure to send me over the edge. He builds me slowly, bringing me to the edge before backing away and letting the orgasm subside. Every time my head tries to drop back, he stops. He’s torturing me, but the pain is fucking delicious.

His other hand slides up the front of his sweatshirt I’m wearing and under my tank top until he finds my breast. He squeezes it before pulling down the fabric of my bra, exposing it to him completely. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, and the fingers of his other hand continue to work in and out of my pussy. He nips my neck. My mind has no idea where to focus. He’s bringing me pleasure in so many ways, but when he pinches my clit, I moan and my mind is positive that’s where it’s going to focus.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you’re all worked up for me,” he says.

My insides heat at his words. I roll my hips into his hand, needing more. I need to come. He’s been holding me on the edge for so long, I need release.

“Do you want to come?” he asks.

I nod vigorously.

“Then beg me for it. Beg your husband to let you come.”

“Grayson, please,” I mewl. At this point, I’ll do what ever he asks, as long as I get to come.

His fingers move a little faster, but it’s not enough.

“Grayson, please let me come. I want my husband to make me come,” I pant.

“Such a good girl.” His praise only makes me wetter.

His fingers move faster, and he rolls and pinches my nipple as he bites down hard on my neck, and I come. I shatter into a million pieces, my body on fire as I call his name, writhing under his touch.

When I’ve recovered from my orgasm, he pulls his fingers out and holds them to my mouth. “Open and taste yourself. Taste just how good your husband makes you come.”

I do as I’m told and suck on his fingers, my taste hitting my tongue as it works over his fingers, gathering every drop. I’ve never tasted myself before Grayson, and it’s not something I’ll ever go around doing, but if Grayson tells me to taste myself, I’ll fucking taste myself. When I release his fingers, he helps me off his lap and gently helps me dress. The entire time he helps me, my eyes can’t leave the sight of his erection. I’ve never been a tit-for-tat girl when it comes to orgasms, but my mouth waters at the thought of repaying the favour. Of dropping to my knees and pulling him out and taking him as deep down my throat as I can.

When my shorts are buttoned again, I do just that. The grass is warm beneath my knees as I position myself between Grayson’s legs.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m going to make my husband come,” I purr.

I reach forward and grip the waistband of his shorts. He lifts his hips, helping me pull them down his legs. I grip his cock in my hand, and he tosses his head back with a groan. I’m not having any of that. If he made me watch it all in order to come, he’s going to do the same thing. I release my grip, and his head shoots up as he looks at me, need filling his expression.

“You’re going to watch. You’re going to watch how well your wife gets you off.”

His expression turns from needy to downright feral. I grip him again, giving his cock a few pumps before I lean forward and lick him painfully slow from base to tip. I circle my tongue around the head, and his hips buck. I stop and pull my hair back in a makeshift ponytail, and he grips it in his hand. I lean forward, wrap my lips around the tip, and suck, hollowing my cheeks before moving down, taking him all the way to the back of my throat and repeating it. His grip on my hair tightens as he moans.

Being with Grayson has made me thankful for the fact I don’t have a gag reflex, because he easily reaches the back of my throat. I haven’t needed it for most of the other men I’ve been with, but Grayson is by far the biggest. I reach up and roll his balls, and he twitches in my mouth. He likes it. I apply a little more pressure as I take him to the back of my throat and suck, hollowing my cheeks again. The groan that leaves him has me grinning as much as I can around his cock.

I release him with a pop, my hand replacing my mouth.

“Oh, you’re so needy,” I mock.

His grip on my hair tightens again, and he tips my head back so that I make eye contact with him. “Yes, Spitfire, I’m always needy for my wife. You want to mock me, see if I let you come next time.”

Fucking. Hell.

Grayson Maxwell owning up to how much he needs me, but also putting me in my place is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

His grip on my hair loosens, and I wrap my lips around him again. This time, I don’t go slow or tease him. I work to bring him to the edge as quickly as possible. I know he’s close when he twitches in my mouth and starts to pull my hair slightly. I hollow my cheeks two more times, and he comes, calling my name. I take every last drop he has to give me. When he’s done, I release him with a pop and run my tongue slowly over my bottom lip, collecting any stray drops.

He pulls his shorts back up and leans his head back, and a laugh leaves him. “Fucking hell, Spitfire. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with you.”

I stand and brace myself on the arms of his chair. “Keep fucking me, I guess.”

He laughs, and I head inside, needing a shower before I climb into bed.

Grayson’s not in bed when I wake up in the morning. He’s not in the kitchen or the back deck either, but his bags are packed and by the door.

Melanie spots me and gives me a soft smile. “He’s not here. He left early this morning. He said he’ll be back in time for you guys to get on the road.”

“Oh. Okay.” Grayson never mentioned to me that he had something to do before we leave today.

I take a seat at the table, and Melanie pours a cup of coffee and places it in front of me. I smile at her and take a sip. It’s exactly how I take it. She must read the confusion on my face because she says, “Grayson left a note beside the coffee pot earlier this week with how you take your coffee.”

Just another thing chipping away at me previous feelings towards him.

“We’re going to miss you,” Melanie says, pulling me from my thoughts.

I smile. “I’m going to miss you, too.”

She leans forward, bracing herself on the table. “No matter what happens with Grayson, please don’t be a stranger.”

Her words hit me straight in the heart. Does that mean she’s known all along that I was planning on divorcing Grayson? I can’t think of what to say, so I just nod. I finish my coffee and head back upstairs to finish packing my bag. As I’m lugging it down the stairs, I hear the mudroom door open and close and Grayson’s heavy footsteps. When I meet him in the kitchen, his eyes are full of pain.

“Hey,” I say, almost in a whisper.

“Hey.”

He reaches down and grabs my bag and his and takes them outside. Melanie and I follow behind him, stopping on the deck to hug each other.

When Grayson returns, he hugs his mom, and I hear her whisper, “Are you okay?” He nods against her and when he pulls back, he kisses her on the cheek and then leads me down to the car.

Grayson’s mood is distant when we get in the car. I watch through the side mirror as we leave Willow Valley and wonder if I’ll ever get the chance to return.