CHAPTER SIXTEEN

WES

Grace made solid points.

And frankly, my dick agrees with every single one.

My mind? Well, I've decided to shut it off and enjoy the moment, because I've finally got Grace's beautiful curves pressed against me, begging for the attention I'm desperate to give.

My hands slip beneath her shirt to shape the softness of her belly before sliding higher. Her budded nipples have been poking through the thin fabric, taunting me this entire time, so it's only fair that I return the favor, rolling them between my fingertips.

Grace's hips buck beneath mine. "Wes!"

"God, I love it when you say my name," I growl, lapping at her shiny lips with my tongue then dropping lower to suckle her lush breast through the cotton tee. I switch to her other nipple, leaving a dark wet circle behind.

Unerringly, one hand shifts to lightly circle her throat, and the breathy moan she releases has my cock grinding deeper into her pussy.

My name becomes a repetitive melody as I claim her body as my own, driving her closer to satisfaction with each brush of my lips, each caress of my hand.

"Give it to me, baby. Let me hear how sweetly a pretty girl like you can come for a man like me. I'm too rough and dirty for my innocent little Gracie. I knew that the moment we met. Knew it when I left those marks on your skin. Remember those, sweetheart?"

She shudders in my arms.

So close.

My breath tickles her ear, the new position putting more pressure on my hold on her neck. Not enough to hurt her—I'd never hurt my girl—but just enough to send another shiver of arousal down her gorgeous body to soak my cock.

Despite the layers of sweatpants between us, Grace is so hot, so wet, I can see the damp spot her cunt's made. See it spreading with each forceful rock of my hips as I grind my cock over her clit.

"Wes…" She claws at my back, and I relish the pain, continuing to dirty talk my girl over the edge until her cries of pleasure ring in my ears.

Along with something else.

A knock.

A fucking knock to burst our bubble.

Someone persistently bangs on the front door as if they're an escaped convict searching for asylum.

I ignore it at first, refusing to cut Grace's orgasm short, but the nuisance won't go away. Cursing under my breath, I cover Grace with the blanket then stomp across the living room to answer the door.

Alex stands on the doorstep, fist raised to knock again.

"What the fuck do you want?" I shut the door behind me as I step onto the porch. There's no way in hell I'm giving him a chance of seeing my girl so soft and sated. So vulnerable. Especially not after catching him flirting with her that first day she came into Dusty's.

"Sorry, man. I accidentally lost my key to the garage, and I'm supposed to open it tomorrow. Do you have a spare I can use?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" This isn't the first time Alex has misplaced something important or fucked up on the job.

This is why I shouldn't have hired him.

As his friend, I knew what he was like, but I felt bad for the guy and thought I'd give him a shot.

It's bitten me in the ass more times than I can count.

And enough is enough.