Chapter Eighteen

Sara hugged the girls one more time and thanked them. She felt better. She knew some of it had to do with the wine and chocolate, but they had made her look at the situation differently.

She hadn't known Grant found out his last girlfriends wanted his money. It seemed to have happened with every relationship he'd had. She could see why he was cautious at first. One of the girls had brought up the fact that men were dumb when it came to emotions, and they had tender feelings about things and got scared easily. If he were afraid he'd lose her, she could see why he was nervous about telling her who he was.

The sun was close to setting when she pulled into the garage.

"Hey, Babies," she crooned to her dogs and petted them. "Are you hungry?"

She smiled when they barked and bounced in excitement. After feeding them, she made a sandwich for herself and made herself eat half. She couldn't go days without eating and then drink wine and feel okay. The chocolate helped keep her steady instead of tipsy, but she could still feel the effects of the alcohol.

The phone rang, and she hurried to answer, hoping it was Grant.

"Hey, girl," Cat said.

Sara didn't let her disappointment show. "Hi."

"I wanted to tell you that my Dom told me Grant would be at the club tonight."

Oh, God. Her stomach dropped. "Oh." He was already out and about. The pain made her nauseous. "Okay. Thank you for telling me."

"Whoa, wait, sister. Macy said he was coming out to talk to the men and ask their advice."

"Advice for what?" Sara asked.

"How to deal with the situation with you. Macy said he's afraid he lost you."

"I don't know what to say."

"I think you should come to the club. You can go into one of the private rooms and talk and hopefully make up," Cat said.

"Oh, I don't know."

"Ask yourself something. Are you willing to never see him again?"

God, just the thought devastated her. "No. I want him."

"Then don't be a pussy and come here and get him."

Sara snorted. "I'll be there."

Cat laughed. "Good. See you soon."

Sara paused for a moment and decided it was the right move because just the thought of being with him made her feel like the weight of despair lifted, making her almost giddy.

She hurriedly showered and dressed in one of the outfits she knew he liked and headed out.

The butterflies in her stomach doubled as she pulled into the parking lot and got out. The girl behind the desk greeted her and gave her one of the small lockers for her purse and keys.

The exotic music made her blood start to flow through her veins rapidly, and her body softened in desire.

She looked around and saw Cat waving at her from a few feet away. She walked to her and hugged her.

"He's at the bar. He looks like someone kicked his puppy," Cat said.

"I'll go talk to him. Thank you."

"That's what friends do."

Sara politely maneuvered around some people. She froze in place when she saw Grant's back. What bothered her was the woman hanging off him. She waited for a minute to see what he would do, and when he didn't push the woman off, her hopes for a future with him faded.

What did she expect? Grant was a great-looking man and sexy as hell. It wouldn't take much for him to pick up any woman he wanted.

She glanced around for the best escape route when she heard her name. She looked toward the bar to see Macy pointing at her over Grant's shoulder. When Grant turned, his face looked hard.

She didn't want to wait around for anything, so she turned and fled. She was feet from the main door when what felt like an iron band wrapped around her waist. From the scent that surrounded her, she knew it was Grant.

"Let me go. I need to go home."

"Really," he growled against her ear.

"I don't want to bother you. I saw you have company…"

"Enough, Little Sub." He lifted her in his arms and started walking deeper into the club until they came to one of the private rooms. He set her on her feet, turned, and locked the door.

The click of the lock made a shiver of awareness build in her.

She stared at his neck and waited. When he crossed his arms over his chest and his Dom persona came out, she almost took a step back. Sara glanced up at his face to see a muscle throbbing in his cheek. She took that to mean she had disrupted his night.

"I need to leave. You don't have to say anything to me. I'm not surprised you moved on."

One of his eyebrows rose.

"It's just that you're very handsome, and so women are going to want…"

He cleared his throat, making her words die off.

She looked everywhere except at him.

"Little Sub, tell me why you're here?" Grant asked.

She wrapped her arms around her waist.

"Look at me, Sweetheart."

Sara sighed and looked up at him. She tried hard to keep from showing her emotions. This whole thing had been a game to him, so she didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Nothing important. I was going to talk to the girls. If I had known you were here with someone, I would not have come."

Her throat stung with the need to cry, but she just kept swallowing, holding it back.

"Do you really think I would do that? Be able to be with another woman?" he asked.

Sara shrugged. "That's the problem. I thought I knew you, but now I'm not sure."

He sighed. "Sweetheart. I admit I fucked up, and I wish I had the words to make this better. I do know I won't ever make that mistake again as long as I live. I don't want anyone but you. I am here to get advice from the guys. I have no idea who the woman was, and I don't care. You must have just seen a few seconds of her touching me. I told her to fuck off, and I already have a sub. When Macy pointed you out, and I saw the look on your face, I was elated you were here but also apprehensive."

She didn't know what to think or do.

"Tell me this. Is what I did enough for you to walk away and never see me again?"

God, just the thought made her sick. She shook her head. She could never see her life without him in it.

Chapter Nineteen

He waited. His heart felt like it would pound out of his chest. What would he do if she said yes? Fuck, he wouldn't be able to handle it. The fact that she was wearing his collar helped.

Every second that passed, his sanity slipped a little more.

"No, I can't be happy without you," she murmured.

He exhaled and nodded. Okay, he could deal with anything now. "I know I hurt the bond we have, and you lost trust in me, but I know we can fix it."

She nodded. "I'd like that."

"I know we need to talk, but I can't go another second without being inside of you. Will you let me love you?"

Sara nodded again.

The band around his heart loosened even more. Everything was going to be okay.

"Take off your clothes and lie on the bed," he demanded.

Without another word, she did what he asked. Within a few minutes, she was exactly where he needed her to be. He took his time undressing. His eyes never left her. He could see her pulse speed up, and the shiny cream between her legs made his mouth water.

Grant lay down beside her and set his hand on her stomach. He smiled when he felt a ripple, and then a shiver of desire raced through her.

He didn't waste another moment. He bent and took her lips like a starving man. For several minutes, he worked to imprint himself on her again. His hand started gliding over her, feeling all the hills and valleys he loved so much.

She cried out when he started putting pressure on her nipple with his fingers and then sucking on the other one.

"Oh, please," she begged.

He grinned. He had just started. After a few minutes, he moved down slowly, kissing and licking every part of her he could reach.

By the time he got between her legs, she was trembling. He used his thumbs to separate her cunt lips and blew a puff of air over her sensitive clit, making her scream.

Her clit was always tender, and he used it to his advantage. She arched off the mattress with a garbled cry when his lips sucked on her clit before he thrust his tongue inside of her. Fuck, she always tasted sweet, and he had quickly become addicted to it. He started to use his fingers to heighten her arousal.

His body jerked when her small hand wrapped around his cock. He pushed it away. "I didn't give you permission to touch me yet, Little Sub," he growled.

He rolled her over onto her stomach and smacked her ass a few times, making her squeal.

"Maybe that will remind you who is in charge," he said. He got on his knees behind her, gripped her hips, and brought them up until she was on her hands and knees.

Grant brought his cock to her tender opening and started to push in. She was always so fucking tight, so he usually took extra care the first time he pushed into her. This time his grip on her tightened before he plunged every inch of his cock into her.

Fortunately, the room was soundproof because her scream echoed in the small room. He waited a moment before he started to thrust into her.

"How are you, Little Sub?"

She hummed, making him smile.

He went at her for a minute before pulling out of her cunt and started pushing into her ass. He knew to be extra careful when he fucked her this way. He'd only done it a few times before, and she always had trouble adjusting to him.

He worked his cock into her, going slow and steady. He grunted, and she cried out when he rammed the last few inches of his cock into her.

Grant held himself still. "We need this ultimate submission right now. This will bond us together quicker than anything."

She made a sound, but he didn't understand it. Sara tried to push back at him, but he held her steady.

"I want to make sure you're ready for me, love."

"Please, Master."

Fuck. She was perfect, and every day, his love for her grew.

"All right. Relax for me."

He started a smooth dragging thrust, concentrating on pacifying the raging need taking over his senses. Her ass was slowly tightening on him, and her cries grew in strength as her orgasm got closer. He couldn't hold back his release any longer, so he reached around her and plunged two fingers into her cunt as his cock hardened briefly before shooting every drop of cum from his balls as what felt like an electrical current coursed through him.

He vaguely heard her scream, and it mixed with his deep groan to echo off the walls.

When the incredible sensation finally ended, Grant braced his weight on his elbows and rested his forehead against the side of her head. It shocked him how long the jagged waves of his orgasm went on before releasing.

When he had enough strength, he pulled out of her and kissed the back of her head when she whimpered.

"I'll be right back," he said.

He walked over to a cabinet and chose the wipes he'd need to clean them up with. He'd make sure they took a bath when they got home to help ease any discomfort Sara might be feeling.

After cleaning them and throwing the wipes in the garbage, he lay back down next to her and pulled her into his arms. He got her tucked against him before lifting her face with his fingers.

"I know we have to talk and have some decisions to make, but we're both exhausted. Is it okay if we wait until morning, Sweetheart?"

She nodded and yawned. "Yes. I won't be able to concentrate tonight."

"Let's rest for a bit, and then we'll get dressed and go home to your house. Tomorrow, I'd like you to come to my house and see if you could live there."

She looked up at him. "I don't care where we live. I just want to be with you."

He leaned down and kissed her sweetly. "I love you so much."

He watched her eyes widen.

"You've never said that before," she said.

His brows pinched together. He thought he'd said it several times over the past few months but couldn't remember when. "I'm an ass. I've loved you since the first time I saw you singing and dancing in the stall."

"God, that was embarrassing."

He shook his head and smiled. "No, Little Sub. You are perfect, and I wouldn't change anything about you."

She cupped the side of his face. "I love you, too. I can't ever see my life without you."

"You don't have to worry about that. You're stuck with me."

She wiggled against his side and yawned.

"Rest, Sweetheart."

He knew the moment sleep overtook her because her breathing deepened. He'd give them thirty minutes, but then he was getting them out of there and home. He wanted to wake up in her bed tomorrow, and then every morning after wake up with her in his bed.