Chapter 38

I have numerous shortcomings, but lack of determination cannot be counted among them. When I set my mind to do something, it damn-well is going to happen.

“I am going to fuck Grant Morgan,” I promise my empty office building. The resolution burns with its intensity just as fiercely as my fucking loins—whatever the hell those actually are. I am going to have that man inside me before I wind up back here no matter what.

In the several minutes it takes for Grant to burst through the window, I do none of my usual routine. I don’t smash up Dominic’s office. I don’t haunt the file room. I don’t even try to figure out what Beth meant by ‘shorts’.

Instead, I stand near the window, do a freshness check, primp my hair, and take off any excess clothing that could potentially hinder us going straight to sex.

I watch Grant’s silhouette approach, cape billowing against the cityscape backdrop through the window. The rain pounds on the window in time with my racing heart.

The window groans slightly as it flexes beneath Grant’s gravitational power and then pops out of the frame in one solid piece. He’s really improving with his technical control.

Not that I care.

I take off running towards the empty wall of windows and jump. I have no doubt that Grant will catch me. He’s so quick that I feel his arms around me before I feel the rain splash on my head.

Long moments later, the glass shatters at the base of the building, its breaking piercing the night like a scream. I pause. Very much so like a scream.

Grant squeezes my ass as he holds me with my legs wrapped around his center.

“Isn’t this exactly where we left off?” he asks.

“No time for talking,” I say, fumbling at the cheap zipper at the back of his suit. “Sex first. Talk later.”

Grant laughs.

“I’m not joking,” I say as I pull harder at the zipper until it breaks. Raging, I throw a look up to the down-pouring sky. Why is the universe so determined to cockblock me?

“I know you’re not joking, Sunshine,” Grant says, kneading his fingers into my ass and pressing my core up against his erection. “You’re funniest when you’re not trying to be.”

“What about when I’m sexiest?” I counter.

Grant smirks. “You’re always the sexiest thing I’ve ever imagined.”

“So,” I say leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “How about you help me out a little so I can fuck your brains out?”

A feral sound unleashes from inside of him. My panties dampen from more than just the rain. I love, love how Grant has this animalistic side that only comes out for me.

“I can get us to your place in ten minutes if I really push,” he says.

“No,” I say, grinding a little extra against the full, hard length of his cock just to make sure I get my point across. “If you take me home, any number of coincidences are going to conspire to keep us from fucking.”

“Here?”

I lean to the side and lick the raindrops off Grant’s neck. “No one’s around.”

Grant looks around, his eyes lingering on the nearby buildings. Then, he nods.

“You keep doing that thing with your hips,” he says, giving my ass a friendly slap. “And I’ll take us around to the alley.”

Done and done.

I nibble and lick some more at Grant’s neck and earlobe, delighting in the sound of his moans, while he steers us around to the back of the building. While it’s still not even remotely private, there’s less of a chance of being spotted in the alley.

Not that I care.

Neighbours, cameras, peeping Tom rodents—they can all get as much of an eyeful as they want. It’s all moot in the reset anyways.

Grant pushes me up against the side of the building and holds me there with his gravitational power. His hand trails down the front of my stomach, feeling my hot skin through the drenched fabric of my shirt.

His hand keeps going until it’s under my pants and panties, his middle fingers rubbing right where I need it most.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs into my neck. Then, his fingers slide into me. Already, I’ve become addicted to the way he fucks me with his fingers. They hit spots in me I didn’t even know needed fucking. His other hand, the one not bringing me embarrassingly close to orgasm already, is tangled up in my wet hair as he devours my neck. The feel of his hot mouth and the cool rain has my entire body on sensitivity overdrive.

“Inside me. Now.”

Grant pulls back. “There’s a couple problems with that.”

“No,” I growl. “There are no problems.”

Grant presses on, looking like he hates himself for doing so. “I don’t have any protection. Not really room in the ole suit.”

“I’m on the shot,” I say, edging my pants lower off my hips. “Besides with the whole reset…” I trail off. Time loops weren’t exactly covered in sex ed, but I figure a full body reset counts as safe sex.

The building behind us gives its first shake. There’s a crashing noise of all the fumigator equipment by the service entrance falling over. There’s also a piercing noise that trills lightly against the boom.

“This would be the other thing,” Grant says, gesturing to the building.

“We have time between rumbles. Just keep the debris off us,” I half-yell against the complaints of the shuddering tower. “Besides, I don’t think this will take very long.”

Grant goes to protest, but then nods. “Fuck it. You’re right.”

Then, quick as he can be, the suit is magically pulled from his body and his cape wraps around us—our own little private love-cocoon as the world self-destructs around us.

I float up until my entrance is poised right over his pulsing cock. For a moment, we don’t move. It’s just the two of us and our beating hearts as everything else thrashes to pieces in the pouring rain. The world screams its defiance to the world as Grant gently presses his forehead to mine.

“I love you,” he whispers.

I close my eyes and feel the utter perfection of the moment. I’m at perfect peace.

At least until a second later when Grant thrusts into me and rocks me to my very core. He lets out an animalistic roar as he pushes his cock into me until he’s fully sheathed inside me. Then, he stays there while our chests heave and we stare into each other’s eyes.

I don’t know what it was that Grant felt when the laser did its thing, but I imagine it was close to this. Something about my own gravity shifts to him. Now that he’s inside me and my body feels how perfectly we fit together, I recognize that we belong to each other.

I’m his and he’s mine and nothing can ever come between us. We’re soulmates.

“I need you,” I whisper into his lips.

The shaking of the building subsides just as we go crazy. Our bodies become a fury, an unstoppable force questing to discover every inch of the other’s body. With every thrust, Grant hits deeper into me, pushes me further into oblivion than I’d ever thought possible.

“I’m not going to last long,” Grant hisses as he dives into me.

“Then come,” I beg. I can’t imagine anything feeling better than us joining together, but the thought of him coming inside me is making me clench my pussy in desperation.

“Fuck,” he breathes, gripping my ass with a biting ferocity. “I need to feel you come around my cock first.”

“Just c—” I start.

With a breath like a bull, Grant removes one of his hands off my ass and brings it around to my front. He splays his fingers flat against my pussy while his thumb finds my clit. Whatever protest I had dies as Grant’s thumb flicks and rubs at my sensitive clit.

“Tell me you love the way my cock feels inside you,” he rumbles.

“I fucking love it,” I yell.

And I do. He’s long and hard inside me, hitting that spot inside me that makes me whimper with pleasure on every thrust. We fit together like I never dreamed possible. From the way he growls into my ear, I know he feels it too.

“Scream my name, Hailey,” he orders.

Between the feel of the rain pricking at my skin, his mouth hot at the place where my ear meets my neck, his thumb on my clit, and his cock deep inside me, it’s just too much to take. Every teasing, every feeling, every risk, every touch, every single thing I’ve felt since meeting Grant builds up to an impossible height and then shatters as my orgasm hits.

I scream his name out into the night just as the building cries out in defeat. In the same breath, Grant comes inside of me, stretching my orgasm to an impossible length.

Everything is just too good. Too perfect.

Even as Grant flies us away, still wrapped up in the blanket of his cape, I can’t help but marvel at how lucky I am.

Once we’re at a safe distance, Grant stops and we hover, basking in our post-orgasm glow and catching our breath together. The rain continues to pound down on us, pricking my overheated skin like little ice daggers.

I guess the moment isn’t completely perfect.

Grant looks down at me, smiling as he sees the rain fall into my upturned face as I look at him.

“Sorry,” he says, a smile forever playing on his lips. “No condom and no umbrella in the spandex suit.”

I laugh because I really don’t care about the rain. I don’t care about anything except being with him.

“It’s funny. I actually almost always carry an umbrella with me because I think anyone who doesn’t have an umbrella with them in Vancouver is an idiot. I only don’t have it because—”

I stop.

I stop.

My heart stops.

We just fucked in the alley and there was no one around. No sign of anyone and certainly no sign of my umbrella.

As hot as I felt a moment ago, now I feel that cold. It takes root in my heart and flushes its ice through my veins until I can’t breathe.

My mind fights it, tries to remember it differently, but no matter how hard I claw at the memory, it never changes: I left the tape on the back door. The door into the building was unlocked this whole time. Open for anyone to enter.

“Grant,” I say slowly, my eyes roving over the scene of rubble before me. “If you were homeless, would you go into an unlocked building on a night like this?”

If he answers, I don’t hear it. I already know the answer.

The answer is yes.