Chapter 28

chapter twenty-eight

Grant

I'm sitting on the couch after a grueling session at the batting cages with Davis and an exhausting call with my agent about scheduling engagements for the brand deal when my phone vibrates for the fifth time in the last five minutes.

I swipe across the screen and bring up the group chat with Reese and Lane.

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Reese: Have you told her yet? I'm starting to sweat, Grant. The miscommunication trope is not it. You're probably wondering why I even know what the fuck that is. It's because Viv keeps making me read these sexy books with her.

Reese: I am quite enjoying them, but that's besides the point.

Reese: Do not ignore me or I'm going to fly back down there and show up at your front door again. Only this time I'm not fucking leaving.

Lane: Reese, do you realize that you're a stage five clinger? Let the man breathe. He'll do it when the time is right. And then tell us, right Grant?

Reese: Now is the time Lane. Carpe fucking diem. It's time for him to go get his girl.

For fuck's sake. I groan, thumbing through message after message, a smile tilting my lips even though they're both ridiculous.

Grant: Stop panicking. I told her.

Reese: THANK FUCK. Now tell me everything. I've been waiting by my phone like an idiot. heart eyes X 9

Lane: You've been watching Paradise Island again haven't you?

Reese:… No. I have not.

Lane: Bullshit.

Reese: Fine. Yes, I watched a few episodes before I fell asleep with Viv. And no I do not know who Greer ends up with.

Reese: It wasn't Russ though, I'll tell you that much.

Lane: You're literally proving my point.

Reese: I saw it on insta.

Reese: Stop deflecting on behalf of Grant. Grant, spill the beans dude. For the love of God please give me the goods.

Grant: There's nothing to tell. I told her how I felt, and she feels the same, and everything's good.

Lane: Good. I'm happy for you, dude. You seem happy and that's all that matters to us.

Reese: Awwwwww, Lane. That was so sweet.

Reese: What he said though. I'm glad you got your girl, and that you're happy.

Reese: Plus Viv is obsessed with her and literally has not shut up about her since she met her. Which means it would be hella awkward if they had sleepovers and you two weren't a thing

Grant: Everything's good.

Reese: Maybe we should have a sleepover? That sounds fun

Lane: I'm blocking you

Reese: Yeah fucking right. Anyway, I gotta tell you about the playdate I took Boo to earlier.

Reese: It was the cutest fucking thing of my life, and now they're best friends.

Reese: picture of Boo with new bff

I'm about to respond to the cute-as-shit photo of Boo with a tabby kitten when I hear the sound of the front door opening and then shutting. Auggie springs from the couch with speed I did not know his chubby legs possessed, bounding toward the hallway.

A moment later, Addie walks into the living room with a smile when she spots me on the couch.

"Hi. How did batting practice go?" she asks as she sets her purse down next to the coffee table, along with a small takeout box from the bakery, and makes her way toward me. "And the meeting with your agent?"

Much to my dismay, she didn't get rid of everything she owns to live in my clothes. The pastel yellow skirt that she's wearing shows off her creamy thighs, the white fitted shirt she's wearing accentuates her curves, and of course, her favorite pink cardigan that I want to peel off her body.

When she comes to a halt between my spread legs, the corner of my mouth tugs into a grin as I snake my arm around her waist and haul her right into my lap.

She's been gone since this morning working at the bakery, which means it's been too fucking long since I touched her, and I need the contact.

"Session went good. I'm a little sore, but I usually am after we hit the cages that hard. And the meeting also went well. We're going to try to get some shoots scheduled before the season kicks off." I brush my thumb along the soft curve of her jaw. "How was your day? Any update from the detective?"

"Nothing concrete, but she said they're exhausting all avenues. And we talked at length about Dixon and Brent, and she assured me that she's going to follow up on every lead. It made me feel better talking with her. Knowing that someone is taking it seriously and it's not just a file sitting on top of someone's desk, you know?"

Her pale blue eyes are brighter tonight, and she does look inherently less worried than she has been the last few days, which makes me feel better. I hate seeing her worry about anything.

I'm just hoping that these assholes have realized how badly they fucked up now that the police are involved, and they leave her alone. That they don't make the same mistake twice.

I honestly don't think they ever expected Addie to actually go to the cops, but then again, we haven't even been able to prove that it was really them behind any of it. Despite the shit that Dixon's pulled in the past and Brent's verbal threats to us, there isn't any real evidence.

But everything's been quiet, so I'm going to take that as a sign that, hopefully, it's fucking over. That they're backing off.

"Good, because I hate when you worry. You get this little line, right here." I ghost my thumb along the spot between her brows that always furrows when she's worried or lost in thought.

Addie's face softens. "Very observant, husband."

"Give me a little more time and I'll have every inch of you memorized." My voice comes out more rough than I intended, and her lips part, those pretty blues widening.

And just like that, I want her again. In the few days following my birthday, we haven't been able to keep our hands off each other. A frantic hunger that we can't ever seem to satiate, no matter how many times I fuck her. Eat her. Kiss her until her lips are bruised and swollen.

Each time, Addie blooms like a fucking flower beneath my hands. She's increasingly less shy, less in her head, more able to embrace her pleasure, and I'm so goddamn thankful I get to witness it.

I'm obsessed with my wife and she's just as ravenous for me as I am for her, and the result has been me taking her on every surface of our apartment.

Like the other night when we were sitting at the kitchen table studying, and she kept glancing up at me, shifting in her seat to the point that she was nearly squirming.

I knew exactly what she wanted, but I wanted to see where she would go with it. So, when she trailed her bare foot up my calf until it brushed directly over my cock, a coy smile on her pretty lips, I hauled her out of the chair and spread her out on the table, then ate her pretty pussy right on top of her textbooks and flash cards.

Needless to say, I think she aced that test. It was a very hands-on lesson.

Or the next day, when she walked in during my shower, and I made her take off her panties, sit on the counter with her legs spread, and make herself come while I stroked my cock and watched her.

See? Fucking obsessed with her, and I'm a hundred percent sure that it'll always be that way. That I'll never stop wanting her the way that I do now.

"Oh. I forgot… I made you something today," she says, pulling me from my lust-filled memories. She hops up from my lap and walks over to the takeout box on the coffee table. "The first official batch of beignets since being back in the bakery. And it's a new flavor."

My interest is absolutely fucking piqued. If there's one thing my girl does as well as her art, it's baking.

"I need you to be the taste tester." She slides back into my lap, straddling my hips as she opens the box and pulls out a beignet. My mouth fucking waters when the aroma hits my nose. "It's a strawberry beignet with homemade strawberry whipped cream icing."

Strawberries started as her favorites, and now they're mine. Probably because her lips taste like them from how much she eats them, and now I fucking crave the taste.

"Say less. Feed it to me, baby."

Her giggle is soft and sweet as she lifts the fried dough to my lips, and I take a bite. Sweetness explodes on my tongue in bright, blinding flavor, and I groan around the mouthful. I'm pretty positive it's the best thing I've ever tasted.

Well, aside from my wife.

"Holy fuck," I mumble. "This is goddamn incredible, Addie."

Her face lights up. "Really? You like it?"

I nod as I swallow the rest. "Fuck yeah, I love it. I want an entire damn box."

"I'm thinking about adding it to the menu and making it a permanent item." Her voice is filled with excitement, and my chest tightens.

I love seeing her face light up like this. Seeing her excited and happy. The bakery being a source of joy again for her.

"Without a doubt, baby. But…" I trail off, dragging the pad of my finger through the creamy icing and then bringing it to her mouth and tracing it along her plump bottom lip. "I think I'm going to need another taste. You know, as the official taste tester."

Her light brow arches, a look of desire flickering her eyes. "Or maybe… I need to test it out. To be sure it's the perfect flavor."

My heart rackets in my chest.

She slides out of my lap until she's kneeling on the hardwood between my legs, staring up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Using her free hand, she glides her hand up my thigh and curves her palm over my already hard cock, causing me to suck in an audible hiss.

Her fingers tighten around my erection, squeezing me through the thin fabric of my gym shorts, and a groan vibrates from my chest. Her fingers slide higher and higher until they're dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts and briefs, brushing over my bare skin.

"Can I… taste you?" she murmurs, holding my gaze steadily.

I can't believe she's asking me if she can suck my cock, as if there would ever be a world where I told her no.

Fucking Christ.

I've never seen her so brazen, never so confident in her movements, and I'm so fucking hard that I might actually come in my pants if she keeps touching me.

"Fuck, baby, you never have to ask me that. Literally, ever. Do whatever you want to me."

Her teeth graze her bottom teeth as she nods, a smirk curling her lip up. She looks like a goddamn dream kneeling at my feet, anticipation flickering in her pale irises.

Addie tugs at my shorts while I lift my hips, helping her work them along with my briefs down until my cock bobs free. Her eyes drop to it, and she licks her lips as if she's hungry for it.

Her fingers brush along my cock, spreading the bead of precum seeping from the slit all over the head. A languid exploration that has my entire body taut, my muscles coiling as I attempt to hold on to the small thread of restraint I have left.

It feels too fucking good with her touching me.

My fingers dig into the arm of the couch as she continues her exploration and closes her soft, silky fist around me, pumping once. It's gentle, hesitant almost as she peers up at me through her lashes. "Is this okay…?"

Nodding, I close my fist over hers and squeeze, showing her that she's not going to hurt me. I drop my hand and bring it back to the couch so she can continue. Her gaze drops back to my cock, and I swear to god I almost come with what happens next.

She takes the half-eaten beignet and trails the remainder of strawberry icing down my dick until it's covering it from head to base.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm fighting a losing fucking battle.

After she places the rest onto the floor, she leans forward and trails her tongue along the sugary path, all the way to the head of my cock, then wraps her pouty lips around it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

"Fuck," I grunt roughly, my knuckles turning white with how tightly I'm gripping the arm of the couch, desperate to wrap my fist in her long, silky hair. If I was standing, she'd bring me to my knees right now, in the literal sense.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The sight of my wife on her knees, licking strawberry icing off of my cock like it's a lollipop, will forever be burned into my memory. I'll never be able to eat anything strawberry again without vividly remembering this moment.

I'll dream about it until I fucking die.

I fight to keep my eyes open so I can watch her, the pleasure almost becoming too much, but fuck, I want to see her.

I want to watch those plump little lips circling my cock as it slides in between them. I want to watch as her eyes widen when she slides down further, gagging slightly at how deep she takes me down her throat.

Pulling back, she runs her tongue along the sensitive ridge underneath the head, tasting, teasing me until I feel like I'm going to explode, licking my cock completely clean of icing.

"Baby…" I swallow, attempting to breathe as she continues to lap at the head of my cock, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue. "I'm about to come. Like any fucking second."

I grit the words through clenched teeth, and when I feel the base of my spine beginning to tingle, I reach down and pull her mouth off my cock. As much as I want to paint her throat with my cum, I want to be inside her, making her come with my cock instead.

Another time. Right now, I just need to be inside her.

I tug her into my lap, crushing my lips to hers, tasting the salty remnants of me as I sweep my tongue inside of her mouth and suck with a frantic desperation unlike anything I've ever felt.

And she matches me with every breath.

Her thighs bracket my hips, that cute-as-fuck yellow skirt bunching around her waist, the wet heat of her pussy radiating along the bare skin of my cock making my balls ache with the need for release.

"Want your pussy squeezing my cock, baby." I say, gliding my palms up her creamy, exposed thighs, until my fingers graze along the front of her panties. "I can't wait another second to feel you wrapped around me."

We're a frenzy of hands as we tear at each other's clothes frantically. Addie tears my shirt off and tosses it behind her as I drag the fluffy cardigan down her arms and let it drop to the floor. Then, I work on her skirt and panties, yanking the fabric down as she lifts her knees to kick it away, leaving her in nothing but the white fitted tank she's wearing.

I can see the taut, pebbled peaks of her nipples pressing against the front, and I realize she's braless beneath it.

Cupping her tits over the shirt, I press them together and groan. "Fuck. No bra, baby? You can't leave the house like this. I'll have to fight somebody."

I slip my hands beneath the hem of her shirt and tug it off of her in a single breath. My gaze rakes up the flat expanse of her stomach, to her tits. The perfect handfuls with rosy, pink nipples that are hardened into peaks, begging for my mouth.

She's perfection, and she's fucking mine.

Leaning forward, I flick my tongue over her nipple before sucking it into my mouth and grazing my teeth along the peak.

My palm curves around her hip and she rocks, dragging her wet heat over me, chasing friction, and I reach between us, thrumming my finger over her clit in rough circles.

With my other hand, I fist the base of my cock, dragging it through her dripping pussy, coating it in her arousal. One flex of my hips and I could bury myself inside of her.

"Fuck. I don't have a condom, they're in the bedroom."

Her pale blue eyes snap open as her chest heaves, her cheeks blooming red. "I… I'm on birth control. For my periods… If you…" She trails off.

"Are you telling me that I can fuck you bare, baby?" The thought of claiming my wife has desperation tickling down my spine.

She swallows roughly, nodding. "I'm safe. And… I want you to. If you do."

My arms wrap around her waist, and I haul her to my chest. "I'm safe too, and there's nothing in the fucking world I want more. Literally, nothing. Are you sure?"

"I want it. I want to feel all of you, with nothing between us."

My balls tighten when she reaches down and wraps her soft fist around me and notches me at her opening while she holds my eyes. Telling me exactly how sure she is.

"You want your husband to fill your pretty little pussy full of cum?"

She slides down a fraction of an inch in response, the head of my cock nudging her entrance, and the feeling is almost enough to have my eyes rolling back.

Warm, wet, heat envelopes my cock as she sinks down on me, inch by inch, until her thighs touch mine and I'm buried inside of her balls deep.

Fuuuuuck.

My vision dances as she clenches around me, adjusting to my cock, and my muscles coil tight. A hoarse grunt falls from my lips, and I reach for her hips, curving my palm over the soft dip.

"Oh…" She moans, her mouth falling open as her hands fall forward to my chest. She lifts her hips before sliding back down on my cock slowly, in controlled, steady motions.

Way fucking more controlled than I feel. The thread of restraint inside of me is dangerously thin, ready to snap at any second.

After her licking dessert off my cock, I was already on the brink of coming, and now my balls are drawing tight, ready to empty inside of her as my spine tingles, black spots dancing around my vision.

I'm gone for her.

Addie's tits sway with each circle of her hips, and I lean forward, closing my lips around her hardened nipple and sucking. Hard. A needy, desperate whimper sounds from her, and I tighten my grip on her hips, guiding her up and down on my cock harder. Faster. Bottoming out with each flex of my hips.

There's nothing in the world I love more than watching my wife chase her pleasure, those pouty pink lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut on the brink of an orgasm.

"Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you going to let me pump you full of my cum until it leaks out of you? Making you a mess?"

Her pussy clamps down around my cock as she throws her head back and cries out as her orgasm rocks through her. I feel her thighs tremble, and her nails making half-moons on my chest as she rides it out, writhing, grinding her clit against my pelvis.

"Come inside me, Grant, please."

The breathless, raspy tone of her voice combined with the way her pussy's contracting around me is all it takes. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as I come, doing exactly as I promised, filling her with all of my cum.

My gaze drops to where I'm buried inside of her and I see her pretty pink little pussy stretched around me, our cum dripping out of her and coating my cock.

A surge of possessiveness courses through me at the sight.

Goddamn. I can't believe that she's mine, really fucking mine.

When the aftershocks of her orgasm have subsided, she sags against my chest, burying her face in my neck. Sated and boneless from riding my cock is one of my favorite versions of my wife.

Every version of her is my favorite.

"Is it… is sex always like this?" Addie whispers as she drags the tips of her fingers along my chest, making the shapes of stars along my skin.

Bringing my hand to her hair, I brush the damp strands out of her face and shake my head. "Nothing has ever been the way it is with you, Addie. I've never felt the way that I do about you… about anyone. It's different because the way we feel about each other is real. It's different because I love you."

She lifts her head from my chest and peers up at me through her thick, dark lashes. "I love you too. Thank you for loving me… and for being my best friend."

"Always ArtGirl. For better or worse."