Page 122 of Loving Whiskey


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“No, Chase. Pa told me it wasn’t the nanny, but he did say the truth would hurt. It would devastate everyone. I don’t know who she was or why she didn’t stick around, but it wasn’t our grandparents’ fault, it was Dad’s. But you have to know that even if Dad didn’t want us, even if your mom didn’t stick around, you have us. You have Pa and Grandmother, you have Cat, Carter, and me. We all love you. We’re family, and we’re going to figure this out.”

“So, I’m just never going to know who my mother is?” he asks on a grimace. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me. You can’t possibly understand. I don’t have any memory to reminisce over, no woman who loved me so much but was taken from me. You and Carter and Cat have that. You have a mother who would have done anything for you…and I have…nothing.”

Closing my eyes as I feel his pain, and my own, I try to find words to help. Wishing I could confide in him. Tell him how I’m the reason that Carter and Cat don’t have a mother. And now I’m the one standing between him and finding out the truth about his own mother.

But I need to protect the business for my family. I can’t give any of them their mother back, I can’t fix the past and give Chase a mother who cared, but I can provide for them. I can help bridge the gap in our family and bring Chase back into the fold.

“You don’t have nothing. You have me. I swear, Chase, I’ll help you move forward. You just have to meet me halfway.”

Chase’s blue eyes meet my own, and he gives a singular nod. It’s not enough to assure me he’s off this tangent, but it’s something.

“Please, just promise me you won’t disappear. I can’t help you if you run off and don’t answer our calls. And Chase, big things are happening…good things.”

Chase’s eyebrows lift.

Taking a deep breath, I smile. “I’m going to be a dad. Grace is having a baby.My baby.” The pride this fills me with is indescribable.

For once tonight, Chase’s face splits open in a smile. He reaches out, grabs me in a hug, and laughs. “Better you than me.” And this time I laugh too, because for a moment it feels like I have my little brother back.

Upstairs, I find Grace floating about the kitchen in a long, white, silk nightgown. I pause at the door and watch as she hums and shakes her hips, cooking dinner and looking like dessert. For the seemingly thousandth time since I’ve laid eyes on her, I thank the lord and my mother above for sending me this beautiful creature. I doubt there will ever be a day where I don’t feel this way.

Prior to meeting her, my life was so empty, and I didn’t even know it. Now knowing that we are so close to every one of our dreams coming true, I feel my heart squeezing in anticipation. And fear. I understand now what Grace meant months ago when she said she was scared to feel what she felt for me, that she was afraid that if it ended, it would destroy her. At the time I didn’t understand because I’d never had love and lost it. But after going through the months without Grace, after seeing what life is after you’ve had perfection, I completely understand what she meant. If I lost her after experiencing this kind of love again, I don’t think I’d survive it.

Lost in the music and her movements, Grace doesn’t notice me stalking toward her. I take her by surprise as I lean against her back, and she draws a surprised breath when I whisper into her ear, “Angel, you better be on the menu tonight.”

Grace leans into me and lets go of the ladle which she was using to stir the tomato sauce. “Me and meatballs work for you?”

My hands move down her neck, and I pull her breast out, holding it in my hand. “Sounds perfect.”

Grace moans as I twist her nipple between my fingers, and she rocks her ass against my hardness. I lick up her neck, ravenous for her after only a few hours apart. “May I?” I ask as I move to turn the burner off. Grace nods against me, and I put our dinner on pause before whipping her around.

Her nipples pebble and I lower my lips to one, biting as she cries out in pleasurable pain. “Yes, Whiskey, just like that.”

“I’m fucking starving,” I say huskily, grabbing her ass and lifting her onto the kitchen island behind us.

Grace’s eyes are hazy when she looks down at me. She’s already worked up from just these small touches. I lift up her legs, and she leans back onto her elbows with a smirk. “Feel free to have your appetizer.”

A loud laugh escapes me, but when I move her dress up in search of her panties and find none, my eyes grow laser focused, and I’m left licking my lips in anticipation. “Oh, you were ready for this, weren’t you?”

She bites her plump lower lip and nods, watching me as I slowly kiss up her inner thigh. “Is this what you wanted?” I tease, alternating between soft bites and my hot breath against her skin.

Grace whimpers and pushes her body closer to the edge, trying to get me to the place that she wants,that she needs, for her release.

“How long have you been standing here without panties waiting for me?”

Her whimpering cry is the only reply I receive. I lift my finger between her slit and practically growl when it’s coated with her warmth.

I look up at her right before my tongue touches her skin and keep my eyes on her so that I can see the way her lips fall apart, how her breath comes out ragged, and her eyes shutter closed as I flatten my tongue against her. “Oh, Cash,” she moans, and my dick jumps.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl. I want you to watch me pleasure you.”

Her eyes flash open and she smiles. “Yes sir.”

I eat her like she’s my last meal. I don’t let my tongue stop moving, my fingers darting in and out and stretching her, until I feel her pulsing into my mouth.

She laughs as I look up at her with pride and then falls back onto the granite. “What the hell was that?”

I kiss her inner thigh again before returning her outfit to its proper place. “Just getting started, beautiful. So how about those meatballs?”

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