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When I’m done, Sierra turns to face me and lets her eyes sweep over me in a slow, heated gaze as I rub the body wash over my own wet skin.
“I want to fuck you in this shower so if you could please put your hands on the wall and stick out that ass of yours?”
“Only because you said please.” She smirks, turning to face the wall.
Her hands move to the tile on either side of her face as she rises to her toes, tipping her ass up as high as it can go.Fuck me.
This girl is mine. She’s all mine and I never plan on letting her go. My skin tingles in anticipation, my dick screaming, knowing how good it feels to be seven inches deep inside of this woman. I want this feeling with her to last forever, and I tell her that as I sink inside of her.
And then I fuck her so good she doesn’t remember her own name.
SIERRA
Jake,Grayson and I walk into the multipurpose room where Gran is sitting at a table with five of her friends. She looks happy and maybe a little smug. Jake elbows me in my side and mumbles under his breath, “You better take this chick down with those muffins, Si. Gran is here to win.”
“She looks like she’s Rocky Balboa in that scene where he finally knocks out the Russian guy, Drago,” Grayson adds in a low voice.
“Oh shit, that was good. I rewound that part at least 15 times.”
My boyfriend and my brother have officially lost their minds.
Grayson waltzes down the narrow hall to the right of me, his stride confident, his shoulders square, sucking up all the oxygen in the room. The silver-haired ladies take notice—how could they not? They’re ogling him shamelessly. He’s already worked his magic on them too. Grayson Ford is sex on a stick.
“You ladies ready to taste the best damn muffins in the world?” Grayson asks when we reach Gran and her friends. Gran beams while the other women stare wide-eyed at Grayson and Jake, jaws slack.
Grayson may be slightly biased, but it turns out he was right. The vote an hour later is unanimous when they declare my baking the winner.
Once Gran is finished rubbing my win into the other woman’s face— I finally had to stop her—she invites us up to her suite.
“I have something for the two of you,” she says to Jake and me, motioning for us to take a seat on the little patio. Grayson hangs back in the living room, sensing that Gran wants a moment with her grandchildren.
“I wanted to give this to you both today, and not when I’m gone.” She hands us each an envelope. “You two have been the greatest gifts in the world, besides your mother. She was something special, my dream come true,” she sniffs as her eyes turn glassy. I swallow the knot in my throat. “But the two of you saved me when I had no hope. Without you both, I’m not sure how I would have been able to go on.”
“Gran, don’t say that. We love you,” I tell her, as Jake moves to rest a hand on her shoulder.
“Go on and open them,” she says with a nod and a gentle smile.
Wiping my eyes, I tear the envelope open, curious as to what could possibly be inside. And when I see a cheque made out in my name for $50,000, I freeze.
I stare at the piece of paper in my hand in total disbelief.
“The money is yours. Do what you want with it. I know whatever you use it for, you’ll make me proud. Both of you always have.”
“Gran…” I whisper. Tears blur my vision. “I can’t… this is too much.”
“I want you both to have it. It’s not up for negotiation. You both deserve it.” She nods, as if to say it’s settled. “I love you, kids.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Jake gasps, standing to give Gran a long hug, thanking her for the years she had to put up with him, for the years she loved him back to himself.
The emotion in Jake’s voice sends the first tear down my cheek. Watching my stoic, always-in-control, six-foot-something brother barely keeping it together hits me like ton of bricks.
I give Gran’s hand a squeeze, “You are the best thing to ever happen to Jake and me. You took us in without question. You raised us like your own. We will always love you for that.”
There is so much more I want to say to her, but I know I won’t be able to get the words out without sobbing like a baby. Instead, I make a promise to myself to do something with the money that will make her proud.
I think I have a good idea.
TWENTY-SEVEN
