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Chapter Eight
Gracie
All right… I’m really doing this… sucking an almost stranger, revving up to the big moment, and the beautiful ache he’ll leave between my legs… for days after he leaves.
Me.
Gracie, “Always-Prim-and-Proper, Color-in-the-Lines,” Bolton.
Damn, shouldn’t have thought about it — now I’m nervous — which is why I slide my mouth off him, and call out for the help I still suspect does exist.
“Alexa, play the song with the lyrics ‘fuck you like an animal!’” The dirty beat immediately starts booming through the room, house; “I knew it! ‘Only woman in this house is me,’ huh? You do have Alexa streaming. If you were wearing pants, they’d be on fire.” I poke him in the chest.
His eyes taper, an anger glowing through the slits. “Alexa,” he gnarls. “Stop. Playing.”
“Hey, I’m only kidding; I don’t think bad of you, Mister Techno. No need to turn off the animal-sex-we’re-about-to-have-soundtrack.”
He doesn’t reply immediately, instead silent as he maneuvers me as if a weightless rag doll giving himself room to rejoin me on the bed… settling under the covers. Meaning, of course, he’s now covered. “Come here.” He flops one giant, muscular arm out to his side, which I assume is for me to lay my head on… so I do. “Closer? Nine Inch Nails? That’s your song choice?”
He turns his head and stares toward me, as he growls.
“What? I was just trying to, um, set the mood is all.”
“Whose mood? Damn sure not mine, and just a wild guess, but I’m betting you’ve never heard that song.” I pin him with what I hope is the universally-understood look for ‘really?’ then ask the same aloud. “That’s what I thought. So why pick it? Why even think of it? The one line of it you know anyway.”
I try sitting up, only to fail, refused by the constriction of his arm around me. “Why’s it matter? I’ve heard of it. Anytime “nasty sex songs” are the topic or question, that and “Pony” are everyone’s answers, so…” I shrug as much as his hold allows. “I picked it. Mostly because, gah, are we not all sick to death of “Pony” yet? Either way, and again, why are you making this a thing?”
“Because, I have heard it, and I’m not okay with ‘the mood you set’ being that of me violating or desecrating you. And these are just the two specifics used that I can remember. Fuck only knows what else it says!”
I laugh… to his extreme disliking, the daunting glower he wears definite confirmation. “Brewer, you’re reading way too much into this, this, non-issue. And I gotta ask, I realize I’m no well-practiced expert or anything, but, is this normal? A man, putting his dick away, over a song choice?”
My breath whooshes out of me in surprise as he once again manhandles me to his will, that being, apparently, to have me straddling atop him, legs on either side of his hips. “I don’t give the first shit about the song itself, Gracie. I do, however, very much care what it said, about where your head’s at.”
“Where my head’s at now? Because right before your, whatever this is, my head was bobbing up and down… while I was sucking your dick.”
“No, you’d stopped, to make your request.” He hitches one flippant brow. “And… It’s not gonna work,” he states with a solemn intensity that elicits goose bumps all over my, lone still bared body.
My disbelieving jeer’s loud and bitter. “Well, alrighty then. Your call, weirdo. Thanks, I guess, for your blunt honesty. Saves time I suppose. And so, if you’d now be so kind as to unhand me,” I aim my glare at his hands, digging deeper into the flesh of my hips, “I’ll grab my clothes, and an Uber.”
Or… not?
I’m really starting to resent his size, almost as much as his poorly explained mood swing, having just been steamrolled onto my back, left looking up at the scowling mammoth hovering over me. “I not make myself clear about keeping you, or did you think I was joking? Because I wasn’t.” With his forehead pressed to mine, his snarl’s hot and close upon my lips.
Merely for the sake of show — a show of protest — well aware the act’s in vain, I give a double-handed shove to his chest… his uncovered chest… a fact still unrealized, by him. “You seemed normal, dammit! I should’ve known it was too good to be true.” My laugh’s brittle. “As if, Gracie! A safe, steamy, weekend rendezvous with an unbelievably gorgeous, charming, mountain of a man? Who was I kidding?”
“Yourself, but in an entirely different way. Reason the song pissed me off? I know what you’re doing, well, trying to do, and like I said, it’s not gonna work.”
“And like I said, get the hell off me and I’ll be leaving,” I bite with deadly venom. “You no longer wish to uh, be with me. Got it! And… likewise. Now move!”
“Which one of us is talking crazy now? ‘No longer wish to be with you?’ Who said that shit? Wasn’t me. Oh, and your ‘likewise?’” He grins, rubbing his nose along mine. “You’re kidding yourself again. You can’t wait for me to take you, make you come, overand over. Plus, you know I’m safe, and that it’ll be steamy. That’s not where you are, Gracie. Think, deep down, you know that too.”
I… have absolutely no idea what is happening, or what he’s talking about.
“Settle the hell down and I’ll explain,” he chuckles his reply to my obviously, mistakenly, voiced thought. “If I move, you gonna stay put, listen to what I have to say?”
“Yes,” I heave. “But only because you’d have me recaptured before my feet even hit the floor.”
“That, you got right.” He leans in, kissing the end of my nose before resituating himself beside me. “Look at me, Gracie.” When I do, slow and stubbornly, he hits me with a smile so kind and tender, that no matter what he says next, the beautiful image will forever remain burned into my memory. “You chose the raunchiest song you could think of for one veryspecific purpose; to try and trick yourself into believing you’ll make it through this unscathed. Normally, I don’t analyze the inner-workings of the women I fuck. Then again, I don’t normally fuck women like you.”
“What kind of woman am I?” It’s purposefully snippy — he knows nothing about me.
Presumptuous ass.
“You, Gracelyn Bolton,” he uses one roughened fingertip to trace my jawline, “are the kind of woman who will never be able to have physical without at least some emotional too. And the fact that you’re already subconsciously safeguarding yourself against the inevitable… worries me.”
“Oh. My. God,” my voice narrowed, matching the glare locked on him. “You think I’m gonna fall, madly, instantly in love with you? Doodle your name on any and every piece of paper I can find? Make a run to the store, in between stalking you and forgetting to take my birth control pill of course, to buy a baby name book? Ego much? And, stop that!” I swat his hand away from my cheek, his traitorous touch no longer welcome.
“I will not.” He reaches right back up again, this time cupping my entire cheek in his huge, warm palm, demanding I look at him. “Not one of the silly things you just listed, or anything of the sort, even crossed my mind. Because, I also know, you’re a woman of great pride. So great, you’d silently resign before ever risking what you consider to be humiliation, desperation, or self-degradation. What I do think, Gracie, is that if we don’t get a few things cleared up first, as in rightnow, you will end up getting hurt. And that, I’m not willing torisk.”
