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“God, yes! Don’t stop!”
I feel like a woman possessed as I cry out for more, begging him to keep going.
“Fuck, Esme, you’re so hot.”
Our bodies slam together in desperate need, and I feel my orgasm building, the friction tipping me over the edge.
“Kiss me,” I beg as my whole body starts to tense.
Grant crashes his mouth to mine, capturing my lips in a searing hot kiss as his cock pounds me relentlessly. His mouth swallows my screams as I come, my body writhing around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. It’s too much. It’s too good. My pussy throbs my release as I claw blindly at the sheets, every inch of me shaking. From far away I hear Grant’s strangled cry and feel his body slump beside me, spent.
For a while, there’s silence except for the sound of our panting breaths. I can still hear the far-off buzzing of the Damian Holt concert and the distant cheers of the crowd. It’s crazy to think I was out there only a little while ago, cold and uncomfortable, wishing I could go home. The night really took some unexpected turns.
“I’ll be right back,” Grant says, planting a kiss on my forehead and getting out of bed, heading through the door to the ensuite.
The bed feels empty without him, but he’s out in no time, rejoining me under the covers and pulling me into his burly arms. I feel so safe cocooned against him, my body exhausted from my orgasm.
“You were amazing, Esme,” Grant murmurs against my ear. His gruff voice makes me shiver.
“So were you—”
I cut off with a yawn, sleep already starting to pull me under. Suddenly, a thought makes my eyes fly open. Am I supposed to stay over? Is that how one-night stands work? Or am I supposed to leave? The thought of leaving Grant’s warm, solid embrace makes my heart sink, but I don’t want to outstay my welcome.
“Should I go?” I ask tentatively.
My question stirs Grant from his half-sleep. “What?”
“Do you want me to go?” I repeat.
“Go?” Grant asks, reaching under my chin and turning me to face him. “Why would I want you to go.”
His look is so intense that I almost forget how to speak.
“I…well, I didn’t know if you wanted me to stay the whole night. I know some guys don’t like that.”
Grant frowns. “What guys?”
Crap, is this really a good time to bring up my ex?
“My ex, Josh,” I begin, noticing the way Grant flinches. “When we did stuff, he always wanted me to leave after. He’d make excuses, like saying he had work to do or he couldn’t sleep that well with somebody else in the bed, so I figured maybe that’s just what all guys are like.”
Grant’s eyes flash with anger. “No, Esme, that’s not what all guys are like. That’s what assholes are like. Selfish, ungrateful assholes.”
“Yeah?”
He nods vehemently. “He sounds like a real piece of shit Esme. You were right to leave him.”
I’m glad he thinks Josh was an asshole, but still, Grant’s words fill me with shame. I wish I had left Josh. I wish I had known my worth and told him to take a hike. Preferably into a forest full of hungry bears. But instead, Josh won. He got to treat me like shit for six months, and then dump me. I don’t miss him, not at all, but the hurt pride…the shame…it’s all still bubbling under the surface.
“I didn’t leave him,” I admit with a sigh. “I should have, but I didn’t. I guess I just kept lying to myself, telling myself that his behavior was normal and that some guys are just like that. He dumped me a couple of months ago for some girl from his work. God, I’m such an idiot.”
Grant’s expression is murderous. “He didn’t deserve you, Esme. He took advantage of your sweetness. He made you think his shitty treatment was normal, and that is fucking unforgivable. You’re not an idiot, okay? His actions were not your fault.”
His words make tears well up in my eyes, emotion clogging my throat. It feels so good to hear that it wasn’t my fault.
“Thank you, Grant. You’re right. It wasn’t my fault…it’s just hard to remind myself of that sometimes.”
He kisses me, warm and sweet. “That’s what your affirmations are for, right? ‘These curves are smoking’ or whatever it was that you said.”
