11. Savannah

11

SAVANNAH

I pull into a parking spot in the cell phone lot and check the status of Graham’s flight. I was practically stalking it before I left my house to come to the airport. According to the tracking, they just touched down and are taxiing to the gate.

Graham:

Just touched down.

Savannah:

Perfect! I’m in the cell phone lot. Let me know once you are walking through the terminal and I’ll pull out and around to baggage claim. Did you check a bag?

Graham:

Nope, I just brought it on board with me, so I can walk straight out.

Savannah:

Sounds good. See you soon. ;)

I check the NHL app to see how the game is going. The Fusion are up three to two over the Seattle team with less than five minutes left in the game, but it says PP on the screen with an extra clock. I have no idea what that means, so I screenshot it and send it to him.

Savannah:

Your team is currently winning! But what does the PP and extra clock mean?

Graham:

That means that Seattle is on the power play – we have a man in the box for a penalty. The clock is how much longer is on the penalty.

Savannah:

Ah, so it isn’t a good thing for your team, then?

Graham:

In this instance, no. If we were the team on the power play, then yes. It gives you an advantage, as you have one more player on the ice than the other team for the penalty time. Most penalties are 2 minutes, and they are referred to as minor penalties. You can get a 4-minute penalty if you get called for a minor penalty, but draw blood on the other team, usually called when you high stick someone. Then there are major penalties and game misconducts. Those are either 5 or 10 minutes and some come with ejections to the game and or suspensions for additional games.

Savannah:

I don’t know how you keep that all straight.

Graham:

Comes with playing the game for as long as I have. I’m about to get off the plane, see you shortly.

I put my phone back in the cup holder, pull out of the cell phone lot, and drive to the baggage claim area. About the time I finally pull up, I see Graham come walking out of one of the doors. He looks incredible walking out in his suit. The top couple of buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned. That, coupled with his rumpled hair, makes me go weak in the knees for him. It’s a good thing I’m seated, or my legs might have given out on me.

As soon as I can pull up to the curb, I put my car into park and hop out, running around the back end of my car to greet him on the sidewalk.

I wrap my arms around his torso as he holds me close, his face buried into my neck. “I missed you,” he says before pulling back enough to kiss me.

I melt in his arms, more than ready to be held by him all night long.

“I missed you, too.” I smile up at him once we’ve broken apart.

“Let’s get out of here,” he suggests, which springs me into action. I try to grab his bag to put it in the back seat, but he stops me and does it himself. “I can do the heavy lifting. I’m not completely broken,” he insists.

I let him be and go back to the driver’s side, getting back in behind the wheel. Before he shuts the back door, he takes off his suit jacket and lays it over the suitcase. I watch through the windows as he unbuttons and rolls up his dress shirtsleeves to his elbows. I don’t know what it is about a man showing off his forearms like that, but fuck if it isn’t sexy. It must be all the sinew muscles on display.

Graham finally opens the passenger door and slides in. The smirk on his lips tells me he knew I was watching him as he rolled up his sleeves. “Like what you see?” he asks, an eyebrow popped up in question.

I chew on my lip, forcing myself to have some restraint before answering him and possibly mauling him right here in the baggage pickup lane.

The shrill of a whistle snaps me out of my stupor. “Keep it moving!” the security guard yells out, and I turn my attention to look out the front window.

“You seem to be a little distracted. Do I need to drive for you?” Graham asks.

“No, I’m fine. Just distracted by your forearms. I swear those things are weapons.”

He laughs, full-on laughs, as I pull back into traffic and maneuver us out of the congestion of everyone being picked up. It takes me a few minutes to get out on the interstate and headed in the direction of his house.

“How was your school day today? Did you get any more answers back about the zoo?” he asks.

“School was a pretty normal Friday. We had an assembly, which is nice but also a pain in the butt. My class was extra crazy today. I don’t know if it is because of the upcoming holiday break or if it was a Friday thing. I was so ready for the day to end. I actually ran out of school as soon as I was able to. I might regret that come Monday morning, but that’s for Monday me to deal with.”

“Glad you had a good day, for the most part. What did you do after school?”

“I stopped at the store and picked up some grocery store Chinese food and a bottle of wine and went home. I filled up my bathtub with a bath bomb and soaked in there while I read my book until the water went cold. After that, I got all comfy cozy in my sweats. Ate my dinner once I was hungry and put the game on in the background while I finished my book.”

“Sounds relaxing.”

“It was, and just what I needed to end the week.”

“What do you have going on this weekend?”

“I should probably stop into school and make sure I’m ready to go for Monday morning. Or else I might hate myself next week. Otherwise, just the normal weekend stuff.”

“Think you’re up for playing nurse?” Graham asks. A shiver slides down my spine at his words.

“That depends. Are you going to be a good patient or a bad one?” I ask, but can’t give him the smoldering look I’d like since I need to keep my eyes on the road.

Graham’s large hand lands on my thigh, and his pinky finger is awfully close to my center. “I’m always good.” He chuckles as I suck in an audible breath when his pinky traces up my center.

“You’re going to make me crash. Stop it,” I chide as I flip my turn signal on to change lanes so I can take the next exit. He slides his hand down my leg, but only slightly.

“I promise to be good, but only until we get to my place.”

Thankfully, we’re not far from his house. Just a few more minutes and he can have his wicked way with me, if that’s what he wants.

I pull into his driveway and park closest to the sidewalk that leads up to the front door. “Before we go inside, I think some ground rules are needed,” I tell him.

“Do tell.”

“You’re here because you are hurt. We can’t be doing anything that is going to further injure you. That means, you not overdoing it with anything, especially sex.” I try to give him my sternest look.

“Are those your official nurse orders?” He smirks. “Because if so, that was kind of hot.”

I can’t help but laugh at him. “That is me not wanting to be the reason your recovery is set back,” I deadpan.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I know my limits and don’t have any problem stopping something if it’s too much.”

“As long as you promise me. Otherwise, I’ll help you inside and then take myself home.”

“Do you want to go home?” he asks.

I shake my head before the words are even out of his mouth. “No, that isn’t want I meant. I just don’t want to be a temptation for you to overdo it and will stay away if that’s what’s best for you.”

“What’s best for me is for you to get your sexy ass inside my house and naked in my bed.”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” He leans over and presses a kiss to my lips. “Now go, I’ll be right behind you.”

We both move at the same time, getting out of the car. He must have an app on his phone that controls the garage door because it starts to open. I wait once inside the garage so he can go inside the house first and turn off the alarm.

“Tomorrow, I’ll program you a code.”

“Oh, I don’t need—” I start to reply, but he cuts me off.

“If you’re going to be nursing me back to health, having your own code so you can come and go just makes sense. Also, I kind of like having you here in my space.”

I don’t argue. How can I? Other than the fact that this feels like we’re moving at warp speed, I kind of like that we’re already at this place. Unless I’m reading into what’s going on between us too deeply. I make a mental note to bring that up later, once we’re both relaxed and can have a deep conversation.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink before heading upstairs?” Graham asks as we pause in the kitchen.

“Maybe just take a water to bed,” I say, and he grabs two from the fridge.

“I need to get some groceries delivered tomorrow. The fridge is pretty empty.”

“I can run to the store in the morning and grab some stuff and then cook,” I offer.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I love cooking, and if I got to do so in this kitchen, I’d probably feel like I’d died and gone to heaven. But just a warning, I’m a messy cook.”

“You can dirty every surface, if it makes you happy. Throw a bag of flour in the air, for all I care. If it means you’re having fun, fucking do it.”

I can’t help but laugh at the thought of throwing an entire bag of flour in the air. What kind of mess that would make, especially in an impeccable kitchen like this one. “That would be quite the mess. I’d hate to have to clean it up. Flour goes everywhere. You’d be finding it for months to come.”

“Could be fun,” he jokes. “Think of the mess we could make together.” He boxes me in against the counter and drops his lips to my neck, where he nips and sucks at the tender skin. “I could spread some batter right here.” He traces a line with the tip of his tongue. “Then lick you clean.”

A shiver runs through my body, and I can’t help but squirm because of it. I press my body into his and don’t miss the bulge behind his zipper. I quickly drop to my knees and unzip his slacks and slide his cock out. The tip is already glistening with his pre-cum, so I swipe my thumb across the slit and use the moisture as I start to stroke his shaft. “I’ve been thinking of your cock since you left,” I say before taking him into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I hollow out my cheeks as I work him over.

“Fucking good girl,” he grits out. He slides his hands into my hair, holding it up and out of my face. “That’s it, baby. Suck that cock dry.” I pull back and let his cock fall from my lips and back into my palm.

“You going to come down my throat or inside my pussy?” I ask.

“Fucking hell,” he says. “As much as I want you drinking my cum, I need you to come on my cock first. Get your sweet ass upstairs. Now.”

I stand and tuck his cock back inside his slacks. We both quickly make our way upstairs; my clothes start coming off as soon as I clear the bedroom door.

Completely naked, I sit on the edge of the bed as he finishes stripping. He stills, except for the hand that strokes his cock as he takes me in. “Did you get waxed while I was gone?” he asks.

“Nope, just got a little zealous with the razor trying to clean things up.”

“Hmm,” he hums. “Guess I’ll need a close inspection.”

Graham closes the distance, standing at the edge of the bed between my legs. I lie back, and he follows, hovering over me as he takes his fill of my naked body. His hands skim over my skin, and I can feel the way my skin reacts under his touch.

“So responsive,” he murmurs against my skin as he trails open-mouthed kisses up my body from just above my pubic bone to the valley between my breasts. He flicks each nipple with the tip of his tongue, causing them both to pebble and harden.

As he pays close attention to each of my breasts, alternating between sucking and flicking my nipples, he slides a hand down through my folds. He teases my entrance, circles my clit, then back to my entrance before slipping two fingers inside my pussy.

“Yes,” I cry out as he finds my G-spot and starts to massage it. I can’t help but buck my hips in the same rhythm of his movements.

He moves up and kisses me on the lips, which I open for him immediately. “I need to taste you,” he says against my lips before sliding down and sucking my clit into his mouth. Between his fingers deep inside me and his tongue on my clit, I crest over the edge as fireworks go off inside my body. Graham doesn’t relent. He sucks my clit hard as the waves of my orgasm roll through me, until all I’m left with is a limp body and the euphoria of my orgasm.

“Spin around and give me that pretty mouth of yours,” Graham instructs me moments later. In my haze, I do as he asks. He positions my head just slightly off the bed and feeds his cock into my mouth. This is a new angle for me, but it is surprisingly easy for me to take him deeper without hitting my gag reflex. I moan around his cock when he leans his body forward and licks at my clit.

“Fuck,” I mumble around his cock.

“Do that again,” he pants, and I hum around his cock deep in my throat. “Holy shit,” he says as he lightly thrusts into my mouth. “I’m going to fucking come,” he warns just moments before I feel his warm cum slide down my throat. He latches back onto my clit, sucking and flicking it until I fall apart for a second time.

Once we’ve separated and I’ve had a moment to clean myself up in the bathroom, we lie together, snuggled under the covers. I’m safely tucked into his side, with his arm wrapped around me in a protective hold. “How’s your hip?” I ask, a little worried we might have overdone it.

“It hurts, but no worse than it did earlier.”

“So that wasn’t too much for it?”

“Nope. We’re all good. You might have to get on top for the next round, but we’ll figure it out.”

“How can you still have the energy for more tonight?” I ask as a yawn slips from my lips. A quick look at the clock shows me it’s already after one in the morning. I never, ever stay up this late.

“I have a sexy, naked woman in my arms. Why wouldn’t I be ready for more?” He chuckles.

“Touché.” I trace the tattoos on his chest. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course. Why do you think you need to ask that?”

“Because it’s kind of serious.”

“Okay, ask away,” he says, hugging me a little tighter, almost like he’s giving me his strength to get my question out.

“What are we doing? Like, where is this going? You mentioned programming my own code. That seems kind of serious, and it just got me thinking that we haven’t put any labels on this, but it feels like there’s many unspoken ones, and I just need to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“I don’t usually do relationships,” he says, and I kind of stiffen in his arms. His hand gently rubs along my side, and I relax slightly. “But what we have building between the two of us is different.”

“Does that mean that you do want this to be a relationship with titles and clear-cut boundaries?” I ask, and try to hide the sliver of hope slipping out with my words.

“I guess I do, especially if that is what you need. I can tell you I don’t want any other woman, and I won’t share you with another man.”

I blow out a breath, giddy and relieved at the same time. “I’m glad to hear that. But I’ll warn you, there is one man in my life I won’t give up.”

“Your hairless pussy doesn’t count.”

“Don’t call him that.” I laugh and smack his chest.

“Am I wrong?” He grabs my wrist and holds my hand against his chest.

“Hairless cat. Not pussy. I can’t bring myself to call him that. It just gives me the ick to think of Simon and say pussy.”

“Alright.” He chuckles. “I can give you that one.” He rolls me on top of him, his cock already hard between us as I straddle his hips.

Graham pulls me down so we’re chest to chest and kisses me tenderly. “Is it too early to discuss birth control options?” he asks after breaking our kiss.

“I have an IUD, so that part is covered.”

“I’m tested every year as part of my physical to play. I’ll wear a condom if that’s your preference, but am willing to go without now that we’ve agreed this is exclusive.”

“I’m good either way,” I admit, which is the first time I’ve ever considered allowing a man inside me without a condom on.

“I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock with nothing between us,” he growls before kissing me again. I don’t let myself overthink it. I just lift my hips, grab his cock with my hand, and line his tip up with my entrance.

I break our kiss and sit straight up, letting gravity help me slide down his shaft until I’m fully seated on his cock. The feeling of him bare inside me is different, almost exhilarating.

I start to move slowly, up and down his shaft. I place my hands on his chest to help steady myself as my movements become faster. “Ride my cock like the good girl you are,” Graham says. He tweaks a nipple with one hand as the other slides down my body to where we connect and he finds my clit. I bounce a little faster as he pinches me in both places at the same time, and I can feel my body contract around him. “You like that, don’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I chant as I ride him harder. My movements no longer have a steady rhythm but instead, now, are sporadic as I chase my orgasm.

Just as I’m on the crest of coming, Graham flips us and quickly maneuvers us to the edge of the bed. He props me up on my hands and knees and then slides his cock back inside me from behind.

“Hold this to your clit, and don’t move it until I’ve told you to.” He hands me the rose-shaped vibrator already buzzing in my hand. I do as he says and touch it to my clit. I instantly see stars at the contact. “I said to hold it to your clit.” He wraps a hand around me and covers my hand with his as he presses the vibrator back to my clit, all while thrusting into me.

“I can’t,” I cry out, the stimulation becoming too strong. I can feel my orgasm on the brink.

“Come, Savannah. Be a good girl, and come on my cock.”

His words must push me over as I do as he’s instructed. My body crests over the edge, and I fall apart. Graham lowers his hand, taking the vibrator with him, and tosses it aside. He grips onto both of my hips and picks up his pace, thrusting through my orgasm as he chases his own. I feel the moment he falls himself, the spurts of cum filling me as he goes still.

It takes us both a few minutes to catch our breath and move from where he’s partially collapsed over me.

“That was intense,” I say as I rest my cheek on the bed.

He nods in agreement, the movement causing his scruffy chin to rub on my shoulder where it touches. “Stop”—I giggle—“that tickles.”

“Let’s get cleaned up and then some sleep. I’m exhausted,” he suggests as he stands and steps back. The moment his cock slips free from me, I feel this strange emptiness that I’ve never noticed after having sex.

Once we’re both cleaned and back in bed, we both are drawn to one another. I slide perfectly into his side, where he tucks me in. My eyes easily close as soon as my head is cradled by his shoulder and arm around my body that holds me close.

“We’re going to have to tell my brother about us before long,” I whisper before sleep claims me.