Grady raises an eyebrow. “Sure, if that’s what you want?”
“We don’t want to scandalise the bread,” I say reasonably.
“No, that would be the highest crime.”
“It would!” There’s a time and a place, and the bread aisle is not the place. The vegetables have seen worse, I bet. Especially going home with some people.
“I agreed with you, Lake.”
“Yeah, but you said it inthatvoice.” Part placating, part indulgence. He doesn’tactuallyagree with me when he does that. I can tell.
“What voice?” Grady asks in amusement.
I flick the radio on and ignore him. My pouting better be answer enough. I’m concentrating so hard on my driving and ignoring his sexy, nice-smelling presence that I jump when a hand caresses my thigh, moving straight for my dick. My whole lower half clenches, my dick twitching and coming to life in seconds.
Good thing we’re not far from home. Especially since Grady keeps massaging me, and I’m straining against my jeans, and I need him so fucking badly my whole body is aching.
By the time I finally park in our driveway, I’m hot all over and ready to take all of my clothes off. Getting inside is secondary. After taking off my seat belt, I fist Grady’s shirt and yank him into a wet, open-mouthed kiss. “Please tell me that you’re going to fuck me.” I’ll riot if Grady says no. He can’t tease me like that and not follow through. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Yeah,” is all Grady says, in that guttural tone that never fails to turn meallthe way on.
Chapter thirteen
Lake
Ineedtotalkto someone. Well, notsomeone.Not anyone. A specific person. I don’t know who, but this seems like the kind of thing that needs a particular kind of person and not just a random passerby on the street.
Something is wrong with Grady. It’s subtle, and thankfully, it’s not directed at me. But I’d like to think that even after this “short” amount of time together, I know the person I’m about to marry. I knowGrady.
Asking him hasn’t given me the outcome I wanted. He won’t talk to me, which is frustrating, but his picture is under the word “stubborn” in the dictionary. If dictionaries had pictures,anyway. Children’s ones do, I think. Maybe that’s just learning new words. I have no idea.
Grady is also pretty good at distracting me with sex. And food. And random TV shows,withfood. Add in sex, and it’s an amazing trifecta. I’m a simple, easy man, and I’m alright with that. I need to add in Grady too. Which makes four. What’s the word for that? Doesn’t matter. I could probably live on just Grady forever. Like a Grady diet.
Mmm, the Grady Diet.
What it means, though, is that I need to find someone else to talk to about it to get perspective and figure out what my next move is. Not Avery. Maybe Avery? No. A terrible idea. My brother still squints suspiciously at Grady when we have dinner together, like he’s looking for a flaw he can exploit.
No, I need someone who’s more neutral. Or has theabilityto be more neutral, in any case. And someone who will smack me upside the head without hesitation if I’m being weird and ridiculous.
After asking a half dozen soldiers, and going to the wrong buildingtwice, I find Zach’s feet hanging out the bottom of a Black Hawk, curse words coming from underneath the machinery.
“Need some help?”
The curses stop, then a very intelligent snort sounds. “From you? Pass.”
“That’s rude. I can hold a spanner like a pro.”
“I’m not using a spanner. You need something? I’m a little busy.”
He sounds busy, but this is important, and he’s great at multitasking. “I need… advice?”
“If you need help with sex after all these months, then I think you and Grady need to talk more.”
“How wouldtalkingmore help if we were having sex problems?” I question, tilting my head in confusion. Feels like if that were the issue, then a little more action is needed. “Besides, our sex life is incredible. I’d keep Grady in bed for weeks if I thought I could get away with it.”
“Try to get up to shower and eat, at least,” Zach says absently, voice lightly muffled. “Is that all you needed? Good talk.”
“Not quite, but I appreciate your interest in my sex life. I’m not going to ask you about yours.” I already know way too much about it as it is. Less now, at least, thank fuck.
