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She may not have told me, but I knew without a single doubt in my entire body that that was indeed what had happened and it killed me to know she hadn’t told me. Why?
Why didn’t she tell me?
She said she stopped using it as a store front six months ago; that was when we were still talking. Maybe not as much, but it was before I met Jeremy. We were still on good terms, even if cases had kept me busy.
It had to have been a decent panic attack for her to decide to not fight through it. Grace was a fighter; she would have fought through a momentary attack.
The upstairs was quiet, all the kids sleeping once again. I made my way to the guest bedroom and closed the door, sliding back into the now cold bed. I wasn’t sure what time Sydney did breakfast around here, but I was sure the boys didn’t sleep in, so I’d be lucky if I got even three more hours of sleep.
On my back and with an arm thrown over my eyes, I tried to find sleep again. I kept seeing Grace’s uneasy smiles from when I first arrived, and could feel her skin against my lips from the few times I whispered against her. God, I craved her and the twitching under my lounge pants, buried under the massive covers and duvet was the biggest indication.
The longer I thought of her, the harder I got. I should have locked the fucking door so I could take care of it, to hell with being in my sister’s guest bed. I could wash the sheets.
I thought back five years ago, back to Sydney and Caleb’s wedding. She and I had flown to Wisconsin together, rented a car together, drove the distance together. I learned a lot about her during that trip but the biggest thing was that it brought the newfound friendship we had to a new level. We had only been around each other a few other times prior to the wedding, but we had already started emailing and texting by that point.
At the reception I wasn’t terribly surprised that she had been by my side for most of the night. From as early as the engagement party, I knew she needed a constant when in busy places and I was more than happy to be that person for her. But as the sun dropped and the music played, as she and I danced the night away, the easier it had been to give in to desires.
We were both one hundred percent sober when she made her way to my hotel room that night. We were both completely of sound mind when the decision was made to find release in one another.
And what a fucking release it had been.
Grace was all sweet with a body meant for sinning. Our first time was on the bed—I don’t think I could have forgiven myself if I took her against the wall the first time—and it wasn’t nearly as slow and sweet as I would have guessed she’d go for.
Let’s just say, when Grace was comfortable with something, she was a bit of a hellion under all that lace.
Our second time was slow and sweet. If I concentrated hard enough, I could still feel the water of the Jacuzzi tub surrounding us as she straddled me, her high breasts pressed to my chest. I could still hear the jets swirling and the bubbles popping. I could smell the vanilla candles that we lit for fun.
We knew going into that bedroom that whatever we found in one another, it was staying in that room. We agreed it could be a one-night only ordeal, but we certainly covered all of our bases that night.
Bed.
Jacuzzi.
Wall, floor, couch, fucking deck with the rising sun.
If there was a surface, we used it and we used it well.
My dick was hard as granite. I reached under the covers to squeeze myself over my lounge pants and feeling particularly torturous, swiped my thumb over the head, pushed up and trying to find its way out of the waistband. I bit back a groan, slowly swirling my thumb through the drop of pre-cum and dragging slowly over the slit.
Good God. I could imagine Grace’s small mouth over me, her pink lips around my shaft. There was one thing we hadn’t gotten to, and that was her going down on me. I went down on her, but there was no way in hell I was going to survive her blonde head bobbing on me that night.
I sighed deeply, holding my breath in as my chest puffed out, and moved my thumb lower to graze the ridge. Good fucking lord, I had to stop. Someone could walk in. Or while, yeah, I said I could wash the sheets, it was a little bit wrong to shoot my load while in my sister and brother-in-law’s guest bed.
But I hadn’t been this fucking turned on in a long-assed time.
I released the breath I’d been holding. The blunt tip of my thumbnail grazed the sensitive skin one last time before I pressed my palm, hard, over my shaft, taking even, deep breaths to try and calm myself. I’d be suffering major blue balls, but I’d done that before. I’d survive.
I was still hard but my heartrate had decelerated and my breathing was close to the even rhythm that came with sleep. Maybe for a few hours I could dream of Grace with me.
My mind on that image, I could hear as Sydney padded up the stairs, likely to try and get some more sleep herself before her kids woke her for the day. I had nearly dropped off the edge of sleep when the worst words I could hear were uttered through the closed door.
“It was the worst one I’d seen.”
God fucking damn.
So much for sleeping the rest of the night.
