He crowds my personal space, backing me against the wall. “I need you, Sutt.”
There’s no protest from me. The escape we find within one another is better than a dream. I’ll gladly get lost with him until the sun rises. “Then take me. I’m yours.”
He buries his face into my neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. “I love you so damn much, Sutt. You’re oxygen in my lungs. The steady beat of my pulse. Sustenance to keep me strong and powerful. I couldn’t survive without you.”
“Love you to the stars, baby.” I kiss across his angular jaw. “I’m getting the sweet Grady tonight.”
“Only you.”
“Good. That makes me feel special.”
Grady scoops me up as if I’m his bride. “You are, Sutt. So damn special. I’ll never quit showing you. Every second we have left in this world, you’ll be treated as a queen.” He climbs the stairs two at once. His feet pound into the wood with an urgency I feel in my core.
Our bedroom has become a sanctuary. Every inch is shared. The space is a blend of fresh pine and savory coconut. Symbols of our lives joining decorate any available surface. Soon the floor will be cluttered with more of us.
Grady undresses me with the utmost care. I return his devotion, removing every scrap with soft kisses and whispers of more. Each layer is peeling away to reveal new truths. There are a few more dents and nicks than before. Those blemishes meld our bond into something more imperfectly beautiful. The grit and grime distorting our appearance disappears with the fabric. I’m left naked and bare for him, just as he is for me.
We’re desperate to erase the space between us. He lays me down in the middle of our bed. My soul sings with the promise of eternal pleasure. I dig my nails into his back and urge him to blanket me. When his body becomes one with mine, we’re no longer alone. Nothing is broken. The sorrow of this last week melts off our entwining limbs. Together we become whole.
26
Grady
Happy something #33: Picturing a life where I’m accepted. By everyone.
Time doesn’t pause when the going gets rough. It’s been nearly a month since my mom died. I’ve been busting ass cleaning up her countless loose ends. All the messes she left behind were suddenly mine. That type of inheritance should stay buried. I wanted to burn it all to the ground and be done. That wasn’t an option—reality will never be so simple.
The bills didn’t quit. A different unpaid notice appeared in my mailbox daily. The debts that woman owed twisted my gut into a pretzel. Sutton is by my side through it all. Her unwavering commitment has been my saving grace. She helps me sift through the piles of shit without complaint. Not sure what I did right to deserve her unyielding loyalty, but I’ll never take that for granted.
I lose myself in her warmth every single night. She gives so freely without hesitation. I probably take too much. But the desperation is imbedded in my roots. Everything inside of me craves her with a fierce hunger that has no limits. Her radiant light recharges me. I can only hope to give her a fraction of that boost in return.
That’s how I find myself on a cushioned stool at Bronco Buck. My girl wanted to dance. I’ll never refuse her wishes. Besides all that, an evening out to let loose is long overdue.
I take another swig of my beer without taking my stare off Sutton. She’s shaking her ass, twirling around with Molly and Lacie. Only a few other girls are brave enough to join them. A horde of slobbering men form a half circle around them. The other women in this bar are probably scared off.
Music blasts from the speakers. The heavy bass pumps into my veins. Sutton dips low, pointing her ass in the air. A growl rips from my throat. What the fuck is she trying to prove? Especially in that sorry excuse for an outfit. Her bandana shirt is barely more than a triangle. Those shorts have more rips and holes than fabric. I’m shocked her thong isn’t fully on display. If that happens, she’s getting tossed over my shoulder and spanked before I haul her ass out of here. My palm tingles at the possibility. She didn’t mind the light tap I gave her the other night.
A groan vibrates my chest when Sutton spins to face me. Her baby blues glitter from the colorful strobe lights turning this place into a chaotic rainbow. I palm my cock and squeeze the hard ridge. My jeans are restricting proper blood flow. Maybe that’s why I’m dizzy just looking at her. The denim has become uncomfortably tight, strangling my junk in a chokehold.
A damn riot is about to ensue. Some dude with a death wish takes a step toward Sutton. Over my lifeless body will that shit fly. I prowl toward her with fire under my skin. Her responding smile tells me she finds this little act very entertaining. I tug her into me by the belt loops of those sinful cutoffs. The threadbare material nearly rips in my harsh grip.
I dip my face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling the soft skin there. “Are you trying to drive me crazy on purpose?”
She wiggles her ass into my dick. “Maybe.”
“You’re doing a damn good job. I want to kick the shit out of every guy staring at you.”
She glances around the crowded space. It’s hazy and difficult to see anything five feet away. But I’m sure she can feel their undivided attention. “They’re harmless.”
I nip the column of her throat. “Yeah? If I wasn’t here, they’d be lining up for a shot at your panties.”
“I’d like to see them try.”
“They’d have broken wrists before getting a chance.” I grind into her, following the smooth flow of her movements.
“No man has the right to roll his hips so well.” I repeat the motion and she moans. “You’re naughty.”
“And you’re mine, Sutt.”
