13. Grant

CHAPTER 13

Grant

I told Elsie just my living room and the front porch would be decorated for Christmas this year. What I failed was giving her a limit on the decorations she could put in those two areas. I look from the twinkling Christmas tree that fucking spins to my dog. Not even poor Holly was safe from the decorations. Our eyes meet, and fuck, she looks like such a goofball with those antlers on. But she’s letting Elsie do it, which seems to only delight Elsie more.

All I’m saying is it’s a good fucking thing she fucked my brains out because otherwise I would’ve went into asshole mode ten minutes after she started loading the buggy. Fuck, that girl will be the end of me. She slipped my cock inside her and it was over. I wanted to weep while I worshiped her. She’s perfection—beyond perfection. The way we connected, like we were made for each other. It was too much, I nearly came at the start.

“Grant.” She beams, and fucking God I’m a goner.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I look at the contents in her hand and scowl. “Oh, fuck no. I told you at the store I’m not doing it.” She holds the garments to her chest while pushing out her bottom lip.

“Okay,” she pouts. “I’ll just wear it all by my—”

“Give me the damn thing,” I grumble while snatching the black shirt and red plaid pants. “One time—don’t think you can whip that lip out and get your way whenever you see fit,” I huff while poking her lip into her mouth before heading to my room to change.

“Well,” Elsie hums while following behind me. “I could just suck your dick if pouting doesn’t work.” The clothes fall from my hand, landing on the floor as I stare at her in shock.

“You know,” I cough while trying to regain my composure. “For such a sweet girl, you sure do have a filthy mouth.” Elsie stalks up to me, a sly smile on her pretty face.

“If you think that’s filthy.” She grabs my neck, pulling me down to her face as her hand goes over her head. “Imagine the things I don’t say.” I glance up at the mistletoe she’s holding above us and smirk.

“Hmmm…” Standing straight, I hold her wrist and lower the mistletoe, past her breasts, her stomach, and landing right above her pussy. “Would ya look at that.” I grin while walking us to the bed so I can sit on the edge.

“You wouldn’t.” She gasps as I pull her hips to me, pressing my lips against the front of her pants-covered pussy.

“I take mistletoe rules very seriously,” I murmur while nuzzling into her mound. She pulls back while raising a brow.

“How seriously?” she asks and— holy fuck, there goes her pants and underwear. Her shirt and bra are next, leaving her completely naked. Her soft hips are begging to be gripped. Her large tits… Fuck, I need to taste them and that glistening pussy…

She wiggles the mistletoe above her bare pussy again and I feel the growl escape me as I scoot back on the bed. “Come here,” I order while removing my shirt. Elsie obeys, crawling across my bed. Feeling impatient, I grip her and pull her so she’s straddling my face.

“Grant!” she cries out and I feel her about to move off. Fuck that. Gripping her hip, I lock her into place and grab her arm with my free hand. I place her hand—still holding the mistletoe—above her pussy.

“Don’t you fucking move it,” I warn while tightening my grip on her hip as I drag my tongue over her wet pussy.

“Holy shit—”

“Don’t move it!” I growl over her gasp as she tries to drop the mistletoe. I see her grip tighten as I lick again. “That’s my girl. You ready to suffocate me?” I nuzzle into her, pulling her clit into my mouth and giving it a suck.

“Ah! G-Grant, yes!” she cries as her head falls back.

“Ride my face, Elsie, I want to consume you. Don’t you let air or daylight between us.” I smirk at her cry as I slip my tongue into her wet center and lap her up. I feel her hips buck, she’s timid at first, but soon we find a rhythm and she’s gripping my headboard with one hand while holding the mistletoe with the other.

“Right there,” she whines as her hips move in a circle. I capture her clit between my lips—giving it a rough suck before teasing her with my tongue. Her thighs are shaking as I grab her ass in my hands and pull her further on me while plunging my tongue inside her and nuzzling her clit with my nose.

“Grant!” she screams as she bucks erratically—her body spasming as she rides out her orgasm. I lap her up completely and when she’s too sensitive, I allow her to move. She slips off me and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“What are you thinking?” I ask while kissing her shoulder.

“That this is going to hurt when it’s over.” Her blunt statement takes me by surprise. I sit up and slide to the edge of the bed beside her.

“Sweetheart, why do you think this is going to end?”

“Two weeks ago you barely would give me more than a grunt. Now you bought a truck, we’ve had sex, and we’ve never even been on a date. I told you I have feelings for you, but you—”

“Els,” I breathe out while running a hand through my hair. “Everything you’re saying is fair.” I watch as she stands to put on her pajamas. “I was going to ask you to go ice skating,” I admit, despite the dread growing in my gut. Elsie pulls her shirt down and grabs her glasses—putting them back on.

“What?” Her brows furrow behind her dark frames. She’s so fucking cute.

“The night I wrecked, I had talked to David while we were at work. I was going to ask you out the following day.” Her mouth drops as she sits back on the bed.

“Really?” she breathes in disbelief. “Me? Why?” I roll my eyes at her ridiculous question.

“Why? Els, baby, come on. I have been your shadow since we were kids. Even after the accident, it’s obvious I couldn’t leave you alone. I mean I go to the coffee shop twice a day, and I hate coffee.”

“Oh my God!” She looks at me in shock. “You always hated coffee! Wait… When did that change?”

“You started bringing coffee to my guys at the job site and I was jealous that you would talk to them, and I couldn’t work up the nerve to say anything to you without an excuse so, I forced myself to drink the coffee. I still hate it, by the way,” I joke lightly, pulling a small smile from her.

“Why did you wait so long to tell me? What changed?” I sigh and shift, my leg killing me.

“I have to take this off, Els, I’m sorry it’s all I can think about.” She nods, standing up while rubbing her hands over her pant leg.

“I’ll give you some privacy—”

“You don’t have to,” I blurt out before I could lose my nerve. She gives me a small smile and nods. I take a breath before rolling up my pant leg so I can remove the prosthetic.

“I was afraid you hated me,” I admit while avoiding eye contact. “I still think you should but that’s beside the point. When David died, I felt responsible. And I felt that by pursuing you, I would be doing a disservice to him. David is gone, how is it fair that I get to be happy?” I release a hiss as I slide the sock off my leg.

“Well, that’s extremely rude,” Els scoffs while taking my prosthetic and setting it on the floor. The act is so small but means so much to me. “You know that you can’t use my brother as an excuse forever, right? It’s unfair to his memory and we both know that if he were alive today he’d kick your ass for that.”

“It’s not meant as an excuse,” I grunt out. This conversation is more than just a little uncomfortable. “But how is it fair?”

“How is it fair to use his memory that way?” Her question gives me pause. I look at her as she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“I—I guess it’s not,” I whisper softly as she crawls across the bed to cuddle against me.

“This will take time and work.” She presses her lips to my shoulder as our hands intertwine. “But if you’re willing to work at it, I am too. We’ll just take it slow and be as honest as possible.”

“It’s not going to be easy,” I warn her as she giggles.

“Well, that’ll just make things spicy.”