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And me?
Yeah, I wasted no time pulling out my cock as I teased her clit, then slamming deep inside of her wet pussy.
It was hard and fast and loud, no one around to see or hear.
And after she came a few times, we climbed back on the bike and headed home.
Maeve - 3 months
“What in the world?” a voice called over the screaming of the alarm system going off in the house.
I’d heard it once when Booker had installed it, and my ears had rung for a full day later. But that was just a quick blip of sound. This was so much worse, shrieking on and on as I stumbled out of bed, just barely remembering to grab a blanket to wrap around my naked body as I made my way out into the living room to hit the keypad, and finally silence the screaming.
Then there she was.
Gram.
Standing a few feet in the door in a wild Hawaiian shirt in deep greens and neon pinks. She had matching earrings, and her white-blonde hair was longer than the last time I’d seen her.
At her feet were several bags.
I guess it was finally time for her to be home for a while.
Only to get greeted by a crazy alarm.
I was thankful that Dolores had slept with Triss the night before. She was the sweetest girl in the world, but who knew what she was capable of when she thought there was a stranger in the house.
And the reason Dolores slept with Triss was because…
Oh, God.
Even as I thought it, I was acutely aware of Donovan’s frame in the doorway of my bedroom, wearing nothing but his pajama pants he must have dragged on, and holding a gun.
And there I was, naked under a small blanket.
There was no mistaking what was going on here.
Sure, we were grown-ass adults.
But this was my Gram.
She wasn’t supposed to know I was a sexual being until I showed up pregnant one day.
“Well well well… what do we have here?” Gram asked, shooting Donovan a wicked smile.
Her gaze even moved over his naked torso, taking in the muscles and the tattoos.
And, I was sure, the gun.
“Is that a Colt .45?” she asked, making my eyes widen.
“Yes, it is,” Donovan said, reaching over and placing it down on my dresser before moving fully out into the living room.
“Gram, this is Donovan. Donovan, this is my Gram,” I said as he reached his hand out toward her.
“Uh oh,” Triss said, coming to join our little reunion, her hair a little mussed from bed. There was black dog hair on her white tee. And a pillow crease on her cheek. “It’s your turn to get caught with a boy in your room. Finally.”
“At least she isn’t trying to convince me that she was practicing mouth-to-mouth for her health class,” Gram shot back, her devilish little smirk saying that she found that story amusing. Not only now, with the passage of time, but then as well.
As much as Gram tried not to show it because she was supposed to be a disciplinarian and role model, it was always clear that she loved how wild Triss was.
“So, you finally have a… special friend,” Gram said.
“Oh, God,” I grumbled, feeling my cheeks going red.
“Come on, Gram. It wasn’t like she was a starry-eyed virgin before this.”
“Okay. I think this might be a better conversation to have when I’m not naked,” I said, rushing back into my bedroom, and taking about ten times longer than strictly necessary to get dressed.
When I made my way out, Dolores was sniffing around the backyard, and my Gram, Triss, and Donovan were all in the kitchen drinking coffee with one of our frozen cheesecakes on the table between them.
“You didn’t tell me you were dating one of the boys from your little website,” my Gram said when she saw me.
“Who told you about the website?” I asked, shocked.
“Oh, dear,” she said, shaking her head as if it was absurd to think I had any secrets.
“Well, it’s kind of new still,” I said. “I figured I would tell you when I saw you. You didn’t say you were coming to town.”
“I figured I would surprise my girls. Both your birthdays are coming up,” she said, shrugging. “I met Dolores,” she said.
“We should have asked,” I rushed to say, feeling a little guilty. True, we paid the bills since she wasn’t around, but this was her house.
“Don’t be silly,” Gram said, waving her hand. “This is your house, not mine. Not anymore. Actually, that is part of why I wanted to come into town. Just to finalize some paperwork with regards to my estate. I hope you don’t mind, dear,” she said to Triss, “But I am leaving the house to Maeve.”
“Of course you are,” Triss said, rolling her eyes as if that went without saying. “This is totally her house. Me, I belong in a penthouse overlooking the water with a very rich, very handsome man who loves nothing more than spoiling me.”
