12. Elsie

CHAPTER 12

Elsie

“ O uch!” I yelp while glaring at the offending espresso machine. Today is a bad day. I don’t know what planet or star has shifted but everything that can go wrong, is going wrong.

I spilled milk on my shirt, I dropped a tray full of cups, Betty came in to the shop to remind me that I needed to work harder on the vendor set up because her top people were getting upset, and I dropped one of my contacts somewhere so I’m in my glasses which keep fogging up every time I use the steamer.

“You alright?” I jump and stare up at the male voice even though I can’t see through my cloudy lenses.

“Listen, whoever you are, if you’re here to end me—make it fast.” I know it’s Grant—I could never mistake his voice for another. He snorts and I hear his footsteps come closer before his hand touches my face, removing my glasses.

“Sweetheart, it would be easier to work if these were wiped off.” It’s my turn to snort, but I still thank him as he hands the cleaned glasses back.

“I’m having a rough day, alright,” I grumble, feeling defeated.

“Yeah, my day has been a fuck around, too.” He squeezes the back of his neck. “What time are you closing?”

“I am closing,” I say suspiciously. “You know what time I close.”

“Right, right.” His cheeks redden and I feel my anxiety rise as I hang my apron up and walk to the break room to grab a new top.

“Alright, buster, what’s up with you?” I ask while walking back in with a new sweater on. I notice him staring at it and look down. “What? Is there a stain?”

“Huh? No! You just—you’re really pretty.” I freeze while looking around.

“Me?” I ask, pointing at myself. “Did you fall and hit your head?”

“Shut up,” he grumbles and I giggle.

“There’s my guy. Now, where are we headed?” I ask as we walk out of the shop and lock the door. “Because if it’s too far I’m going to need food…” I trail off as I stare at the large black pick-up that Grant is unlocking.

“Where’s the other truck?” I force out, anxiety and dread filling me.

“My house,” he grunts while sliding into the driver's seat. “I just bought her today.” I tentatively climb into the cab and shut the door.

“It’s really nice,” I say softly while running my hand over the gray leather interior.

“Yeah, it’s got all the bells and whistles, and I had them alter the pedals so they were easier for me to use.”

“Oh, so you upgraded to make it easier! That makes sense! I’m happy for—”

“No,” he interrupts while starting the ignition. “I bought the truck for you, so that you didn’t feel panic when you got in a vehicle with me.” My hands go to my aching chest as I stare at him, my eyes beginning to water.

“Are you serious? Me? You bought this just so I would be comfortable? Grant, we don’t go that many places together.”

“Yes, well, I’m working on changing that, first off. And second, I don’t care if I’m in the truck with you everyday or once a year. Seeing that look on your face—even once, is too much. I won’t let it happen if I can help it. And I can help this—what are you doing?” I ignore his question as I slide over the cab and straddle his lap.

“Am I hurting you?” I murmur and he shakes his head no. “Good.” I lean in and capture his lips in mine.

“Fuck,” he whimpers on a sharp exhale while tangling his hand in my hair, deepening the kiss. I moan against him as his tongue wraps around mine and my hands slide between us, landing on the crotch of his pants.

“Elsie,” he breathes as my hand massages him through his pants. “Fuck!” he growls out, smacking the door as his head rolls back against the headrest. “F-Fuck, sweetheart—ah right… right there,” he groans as I rub his hardening dick faster.

“Take your dick out,” I pant out against his mouth. His pupils dilate as he fumbles to unbuckle his belt. As soon as his zipper is down I reach in and grip his dick with my hand.

“Oh, God!” His guttural moan is nearly my undoing. Leaning in, I lick the lobe of his ear before nipping at it.

“Mmmm… am I your God now, Grant?” I purr while stroking his… Oh my God…

Glancing down I see the holy shit erection and I try, I really do, but I know the shock is written all over my face. Grant’s dick, it’s massive. Like… what the actual fuck massive. I stare at him and he’s so full of lust and pleasure that I’m not even sure he’s on this planet anymore.

“Fuck me,” I pant, causing his eyes to snap into focus.

“ You fuck me. ” His growl is so primal I can’t do anything but obey. Slipping out of my boots and leggings, I slide my thong to the side while angling his cock at my entrance.

“Fuck,” I whimper as the head presses against my center. I lock eyes with him and I see it—the apprehension. I should stop, I should tell him we can go slower. But I also know that if I do, he and I may never get here again.

“I want you,” I whine while licking his lips. He nods, coaxing my tongue into his mouth. I press my center against his tip and whimper as he slides in.

“That’s my girl,” he grunts as I cry out, his size almost too much to handle. “A little more, sweetheart—there you go, take my cock.” His heavy pants and praises nearly do me in. I slide him in further and shiver at the full feeling. “Fuck…” he groans out as his hands grip my hips.

I moan as I move up and down him while gripping his shoulders for support. “Grant,” I cry out. His hands move to my ass and his grip tightens as he moves me faster up and down.

“Els… Elsie, fucking Christ. Sweetheart, y–you’re fucking perfection,” he whimpers as I slam down on him, squeezing my walls around his pulsating cock. “Fuck! That’s it, pretty girl. Fuck me, fuck me harder, baby, I want us both seeing stars by the end of this. Show me that wild side you hide in there.” His low tone ignites something inside me and fucking hell this man is ruining me.

Gripping his throat, I pull him to my mouth. “Be a good boy and suck,” I order while sticking out my tongue. He wastes no time as he wraps his lips around my tongue, while sucking back and forth. The act is so sinfully erotic. I grip his throat tighter as I feel his cock somehow become harder around my walls.

“Mmm…” I whimper in warning. He seems to understand but doesn’t stop—instead he kisses me while his hand finds my clit and he begins to rub it. It’s not long before I break the kiss and my screams fill the cab of the truck.

“Grant!” I scream out as he thrusts up again and again, the sounds of our arousal filling the small space.

“Fuck,” he pants—his thrusts becoming jerking. “E-Elsie, fuck!” I feel him release inside me and I want to come again at the feeling of his hot cum coating me. I stare at him as we both come down and our rapid breathing subsides. I wait for him to freak out but he doesn’t. He just leans in and kisses me softly before murmuring against my swollen lips.

“I hope you’re okay walking around with me inside you, because we have a long evening planned.”

“O-Oh?” I laugh lightly while moving off him to put my pants back on. “And what are we doing?”

“Gotta decorate headquarters, right?” I stop just as I’m about to tug my leggings over my butt to stare at him.

“Headquarters?” He can’t be saying what I think he is… can he?

Grant gives me a shy smile. “You said my house is headquarters for Project Chestnuts, so I thought we’d go get the stuff to decorate.” I can’t fight the smile forming on my face.

“Really? You mean I get to decorate your house? Really?”

“Living Room and front porch. That’s what I’m willing to give up this year.”

“Oh my God! This is the best surprise ever!” I squeal as Grant snorts while putting his truck into drive.

“I bought a new truck for you and we just fucked but Christmas shopping is the best part of the night?” I give him a cheeky smile before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“I know how hard all of this is, thank you for doing it.”

“It’s hard, yeah, but I would do anything to keep you smiling at me like that, now let's go.”