CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

WES

"Did you enjoy today?" We're parked at Dusty's where Grace met me before our drive to Kendra and Max's house for Thanksgiving.

I would have picked her up from her apartment, but there was a last-minute emergency with a family driving to Everton. They'd needed a quick tow and battery replacement before continuing their journey, and I couldn't not help them, especially on a holiday.

"I've never laughed so hard in my life. And that's saying something, because Elsie, Avery, and I have had some crazy funny conversations." Grace smiles as I help her down from my truck. "I like your friends."

"I'm glad, baby. They like you, too." I press a light kiss to her mouth, but what's meant to be brief and affectionate turns deep and desperate when her nails dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer rather than letting me retreat.

"Gracie, what are you doing to me?" I groan and bury my hands in her soft curls. The spice of pumpkin pie on her tongue is a damn delicious aphrodisiac, and I can't get enough.

Sidestepping toward the front of my truck and away from the view of the street, the only thought in my mind is claiming my girl.

Trailing kisses down her neck, I ask, "How'd you know this was a fantasy of mine?"

"Kissing me?" She laughs. "This isn't exactly the first time it's happened."

"Kissing you against my truck. That's the fantasy. Well… That's not exactly right. My fantasy is eating your pussy while your back is flat against the hood, your thighs pinned to the metal wide enough for me to fit between them."

"Hmm… who am I to deny you?" Grace eases backward, daring me to make the next move.

"Are you sure? It's dark, and everyone should be home chilling with their Thanksgiving dinner and a football game, but we're still outside. Technically, someone's headlights could light us up from the road."

Grace unzips her jacket then tosses it on the windshield. "I'm willing to risk it if you are. I'm all about taking chances these days, didn't you know?"

Thank fuck for that. Because it means she took a chance on me.

My hands grab her hips and heft her onto the hood, so she's at the perfect height for my mouth. Her legs fall open, the warm knit of her dress sliding to reveal pale thighs and lacy panties.

"God, you're beautiful. I can't believe you're mine." I bend forward and lick a line up her inner thigh, intoxicated by the scent of her arousal.

While the sun set hours ago, cool moonlight dances upon her skin, creating enticing shadows in the valley of her curves. "You won't regret giving me a chance, sweetheart."

"I know, Wes." Her palm cups the back of my head and massages my scalp. "No matter what the future holds, I'm in this. I'm tired of holding myself back out of fear. The fear of regret is finally greater than my fear of getting hurt, so I'm saying yes to you, to whatever comes next. Because you're worth the risk."

My sweet, sweet girl. Full of innocence and hope.

I vow to keep her safe. To protect her light from the cruelties of the world. From the bitchy Kaylas to the drama of her family. I want what's best for Grace, and while I may not be the best man, I'm the best man for her.

Because her happiness is my priority now.

I drag her panties off before inhaling deeply, my face nuzzled between her slick folds. "You smell so good, baby. I bet you taste even better."

Eager to confirm the suspicion, I circle her clit with my tongue then dip lower to plunge into her clenching cunt. An erotic squelch rises from the spot, and one hand drops to squeeze my dick before it explodes at the sound of how soaking wet she is.

Grace whimpers my name.

I go to work licking and sucking my girl's sweet pussy until a warm gush of arousal covers my lips and beard. Grace's body arches from the orgasm, and I don't waste time unbuttoning my jeans and finding the spare condom in my wallet.

"Grace, baby." I hold the silver wrapper to the moonlight. "This doesn't have to go further, but if you want it to, nothing would make me happier than fucking your sweet cunt until its coming around my cock. What do you say, sweetheart? You want my thick cock stretching this pussy?" I cup her between the thighs and rub my palm over her swollen clit.

"Yes… please, Wes… Don't stop," she begs. She sits up and tugs me in for a kiss, moaning as she sucks the taste of her pussy from my tongue.

Rolling the condom over my dick, I pull her lower, loving how soft and lush her body is, perfect for holding on to while I deliver on my promise to fuck these sweet curves into oblivion.

"Ready, baby?"

Grace nods, leaning back on her elbows for leverage as she lifts her hips in a silent plea. Heeding her request, I notch the head of my cock at her entrance then slowly ease inside, gritting my teeth at the tight fit.

"Fuck…" A growl of satisfaction rumbles in my throat the deeper I slide. This is the best damn cunt I've ever had wrapped around my dick, and we've barely even started.

I retreat then thrust forward. Retreat then forward. Each long plunge drags across her clit before hitting the sensitive spot inside her pussy that has Grace moaning and muttering indecipherable pleas.

I'm not going to last long this way.

Grace is too damn sexy. Too damn hot and wet and fucking perfect.

"Touch yourself, baby. Play with those heavy tits. Show me how hard you pinch your puffy nipples," I say, remembering the way they responded to my mouth when I sucked on them through her tee that day at my house.

"Oh, god… Wes…" Her nimble fingers slip beneath the vee of her neckline to pull her breasts out until they're propped up by her bra, the pink nipples standing proudly at attention atop the round globes.

Immediately, she plucks at them, and I'm mesmerized by the way they bounce with each thrust of my cock into her pussy. Her whole body jiggles from the force of our fucking—it's an addicting sight, one I plan to relive in the brightness of day where every hill and valley is visible to my hungry eyes.

"Damn, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, baby. You're such a good girl for me. Pinching those pretty nipples, squeezing my cock with this tight cunt. You trying to ruin me, sweetheart? Because I've never had anything this good, and I never will again. You're it for me, Gracie."

The raspy admission sends her over the edge with a cry of relief, and I quickly follow her, roaring out my orgasm as jets of cum fill the condom.

One of these days I'll fill her pussy with my seed. I'll have her walking around Suitor's Crossing dripping of me, and the thought has another shudder of pleasure tingling down my spine.

"We're gonna have to do that again," Grace murmurs once we've caught our breath.

Laughing at the breathless wonder in her voice, I pull out and ease her feet back to the ground. "Don't worry. Now that you're mine, I plan on being inside you as often as possible."

"The old me would be so jealous if she knew what was in store. You don't know how many times I dreamt of meeting a man who put me first. Who took care of me, made sure I was okay." Grace sinks into my chest and hugs my waist. "Thank you for showing me that those weren't pipe dreams. That I wasn't stupid to hope."

"You don't have to thank me for treating you the way you deserve. I'm sorry that hasn't been your experience in life so far, but we're changing our stories, remember? I'm letting down the walls I built because of my mom, and you're distancing yourself from your family to create a more loving support system."

My mom actually left a message this morning to see if I was coming home for the holiday. I texted her a ‘no' then called Jordan. He understood my reasons for avoiding her and was content with our chat, letting me know he'd be playing video games all day with a buddy of his anyway.

"You're right." Grace stares up at me with a grin. "We're changing our stories for the better."

For the better.

Sounds good to me.