Mine to Keep, page 17
“Then I guess you are staying here.” He turns back around to face me. “We can set the alarm for five thirty and then you can leave.”
“What difference does it make?” I try not to laugh at him.
“It makes a huge difference.” He throws his hands up. “Don’t you watch those murder shows?” I have to roll my eyes. “Evil lurks in the darkness.” His voice goes low and monotone, and he uses his hands to scare me.
“That’s creepy,” I point out to him. “Also, it’s like a twenty-minute drive, most of it on a bright highway.”
“If you want, we…” he says, “we can sleep on the couch.” He raises his eyebrows. “Or you can sleep in the bedroom with me.”
I’m the one looking up at the ceiling, wondering how to get out of this. “But what if Meadow wakes up?”
“She usually shouts my name.” His face goes into a smirk. “Because, apparently, that’s what princesses do.” We laugh together, and he waits a couple of seconds before he wraps an arm around my waist. “What’s it going to be?”
I can’t help but wrap my arms around him, getting on my tippy-toes and crushing my chest to his, suddenly wishing we were shirtless again. “You aren’t giving me a choice.”
“I am.” He wraps the other arm around me, crushing me to him. “Couch or bed? See, choices.”
“Is this what having a boyfriend is, annoying?” I smirk at him.
“I guess so,” he admits to me, “and he gives you phenomenal orgasms.”
I roll my eyes. “It was decent,” I joke with him because it wasn’t just decent. I think I saw fucking stars it was that good.
“Decent, my ass,” he retorts, and I laugh out loud. “Now, couch or bed?”
“Ugh,” I huff, “might as well get you a good night’s sleep since you have to be a dad in the morning.” He smiles. “Don’t smile like you won the fight, big boy.”
“Are you sleeping here?” His smile is even bigger if that’s possible.
“I mean, technically, you did, but it’s still under review.” He nods. “But you set the alarm for five thirty.”
“Let me close up down here, and we can go up,” he says, letting me go. Walking over to the kitchen, he turns off the lights but leaves the light on top of the stove on before he slips his hand into mine, and we walk up the stairs to his bedroom.
He walks in front of me and turns on the lights, and I stop in my tracks. “This is a lot different than I thought it would be,” I admit as I look around the light room. The exposed beams on the ceiling make the room seem older. The king-sized bed faces a wall with white and beige bricks holding a television and a fireplace. A sitting area off to the side makes you want to sit down and look out the back window, which must have a patio since the doors look like they slide.
“What did you think my room would be like?” he asks as he walks toward the bed and turns on the lamp on the mirrored side table. A picture of him and Meadow when she was a baby is front and center.
“I thought for sure a dungeon.” I turn around. “Some chains, maybe even a swing.” I look over at the big bed that has a white cover with a brown throw blanket on it, with a bunch of throw pillows. “You make this every day?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, the cleaning crew comes every Saturday, so it’s like this on Saturdays. The rest of the week all this stuff is there.” He picks up the throw pillows and tosses them over to the couch. He walks over to the door and closes it all the way, then walks over and pulls out the baby monitor from the top drawer.
“I have a toy in my top drawer also.” I clap my hands. “Can I borrow a T-shirt?” I ask, and he motions with his head to follow him. I walk over to the side where the walk-in closet holds all his clothes. He walks over to the rack with his T-shirts and puts out his hand for me to choose one. I grab a white one in my hand and pull off my own, along with the bra, before I slip off the skirt and then put on his T-shirt. “This is good,” I say as it falls to my mid-thigh. “What do you sleep in?”
“Usually naked, sometimes boxers,” he says, his eyes going dark as his gaze roams up and down. My nipples rub against the material, and when I look down, you can see them a bit through the shirt. “This is going to be a long night.”
twenty-four
Caine
“You can’t go to school in that.” I look at Meadow as she walks into my bedroom as I put on my jacket.
“What? Why?” she asks, looking down at her green shorts, pink shirt, and then orange socks.
“You have too many colors on,” I say, and she looks down at herself.
“But I like this,” she explains, and I just nod.
“You need to either change your shirt or your socks.” I give her the option to change one of them. “And put on white of either.”
“But I like this,” she starts to whine, and I look at her. “I don’t want to change.”
“You can wear that outfit as soon as you come home.” I try to reason with her. “How about you wear the outfit I put on your bed for now, and you can change when you come home?”
She takes a couple of seconds to think about it before actually storming off to her bedroom. “That was easier than I thought,” I say as I walk out of the closet, kicking one of the throw pillows to the side before I look over at the bed Grace was lying in yesterday morning.
The whole night I didn’t let her go. The minute she slipped out of my arms I would find her and pull her back to me. When the alarm rang at five thirty, I shut it off. She quietly got out of my bed, went into the closet, and came back out wearing her skirt with my T-shirt, her shirt and bra in a ball in her arms. I didn’t want her to leave and tried everything to get her to stay, but she had homework to do, and she wasn’t sure how Meadow would react, and neither was I. We did have coffee in the kitchen together and then a hot and heavy make-out session at the front door before she finally left. She even texted me when she got home, and I called her last night before I crashed. My alarm rang this morning, and I already had my workout done by the time Meadow woke.
I walk out of my bedroom and head to her room, finding her in the middle of the bed reading a book. “Meadow, we have to go.”
“I’m reading a book.” She holds the book up for me to see. “I need to finish it.”
I take my phone out, knowing if we don’t leave now, there is no way I can get to work at the same time as Grace and maybe corner her a bit before we start work. Pulling up my text messages, I send her a message.
Me: I am going to be late this morning. We had a wardrobe situation followed by a reading situation.
It doesn’t take her long to answer me.
Grace: That sounds like an eventful morning. I’ll see you when you get in.
I put my phone away and it takes me another twenty minutes before we get into the car. It was I have to brush my teeth. I need a drink. I need to get my vitamin. I quickly put her in her classroom and stop to get myself coffee before getting into the office. I also order one for Grace, grabbing a napkin and writing I miss you under it.
Pulling into the parking garage, I see she’s already here, so I grab the cups of coffee, wrapping the napkin around hers. When I walk into the office, my eyes go to her desk, finding she’s looking at the computer. Her hair is in a ponytail today, which leaves her neck bare for me to kiss. “Good morning,” I mumble to Kayla before reaching Grace, who looks up with a smile. “Morning.”
“Just in time,” she says to me. “The meeting started about a minute ago.” She motions to the conference room with her chin.
“Thank you,” I reply, regretting not getting to kiss her this morning. “I got this free,” I lie to her, handing her the cup of coffee, “they made me two by mistake.”
“Thank you.” She reaches out for it, grabbing the cup with the napkin. She sees my writing on the napkin, putting it down and then looking back up at me.
“The meeting,” she reminds me, and I nod, turning and walking into the conference room.
“Sorry I’m late,” I tell the guys. “Hope I didn’t miss anything.”
“Nope, we were just getting started,” Jaret says. “We got Goldfish crackers this week.”
I pull out the chair and look around the table. “And Gushers.” Vinny holds up the yellow packet. “Give Grace a raise.”
“Noted.” I take off my jacket. “Let’s start this meeting.” I sit down and look out the window toward Grace, seeing that jack-off talking to her again. “Do you not give that kid work to do?” I motion with my chin, and the whole table looks out the window. “He’s always sniffing around her.”
“He likes her,” Jaret states. “And tried asking her out a couple of times.” I try to act cool instead of making the chair fly through the office space while I aim it at his head.
“He needs to fuck off,” I grumble between clenched teeth, obviously not keeping it together.
“I’ll let him know that you don’t approve,” Jaret says, trying not to laugh. “Now, let’s start. I have a meeting in an hour.”
The meeting goes quickly, and the whole time, I try not to look over at her desk. She is usually by herself. A couple of times, she gets up but comes back quickly. I see she’s wearing another loose skirt, which I’m starting to love. I get up when it’s the end of the meeting, grabbing my jacket and cold coffee and walking toward my office. “Nice touch.” I stop at her desk, and she looks up at me. Her top shows off her tits that I got well acquainted with last weekend. “The Goldfish and Gushers.”
“Thank you.” She leans back in her chair. “The Gushers are my favorite.” She tries to hide that wicked smile of hers.
“Of course they are.” I walk into my office before everyone sees the boner I’ve now got. I toss my jacket on the couch and make my way to my desk. I pull up my emails and see a couple of calls I have to return. I pick up the phone at the same time Grace stands up to walk somewhere. But the person answers the phone, so I don’t see where she is going, and then I switch into work mode. I’m on the phone most of the day, and when I look up and see it’s almost four o’clock, I grab my phone and text her.
Me: You look beautiful today.
I watch her look at her phone, and then she must read my text because she looks over her shoulder at me before my phone pings.
Grace: I wore this skirt so you could have had easy access.
Followed by the peach emoji.
I hold the phone so tight in my hand, I’m surprised it doesn’t snap. “Grace!” I yell her name, my cock ready to explode. I see her get up and round her desk, coming toward my door.
Her blue dress swishes, showing me her strappy blue heels. “You rang?” She walks in, and I swear my mouth waters now that I’ve had a little taste of her.
“Close the door,” I bark. She raises her eyebrows, and then she turns and shuts the door behind her at the same time I press the button to close the shades.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, walking back from the door.
“I want you to come and sit on my desk,” I tell her. I thought this was a good idea, the best idea I’ve had today, until she looks at me like she is going to step on my balls with her heels.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” she whisper-hisses.
“No.” I shake my head, while my brain says, You’re out of your fucking mind. Why would you do this here at work where anyone could walk in on us?
“I’m not doing this here.” She shakes her head and starts to storm out. “You are insane.”
“Fine,” I say to her back, and she never turns around. She doesn’t even stop in to say goodbye when she leaves, and I know she’s pissed at me.
I pick up Meadow, who changes as soon as we walk into the room, and when it’s her bedtime, I message the sitter to see if she can come over for a couple of hours. Luckily for me, she comes over at the exact time Meadow falls asleep.
I don’t even bother giving Grace a heads-up that I’m going to her. Parking my car, I get really nervous when I raise my hand to knock on her door. She opens the door a couple of minutes later. Her hair is piled on her head, and she’s wearing a long gray skirt and a white tank top.
“What?” she asks, shocked to see me, I guess.
“Hi,” I greet, holding up my hand. “Busy?”
“I’m in class,” she replies as I step in, pushing her into her apartment. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I know,” I say, looking around. “You left work, and you didn’t say goodbye.”
“Picked up on that, did you?” she retorts, and I hear sound coming from her office.
“I did.” I push her toward the room where the teacher’s voice is coming from. “You got mad at me.”
“I sure fucking did,” she confirms when I look into the room. “What are you doing?”
“Is the camera on?” I ask, and see she is trying to get what I’m saying or figure it out.
“No, I turned it off and muted it when I heard the knock.”
“This is what we are going to do,” I tell her. “You are going back to class, but don’t turn on the camera until I tell you to.”
“What?” she whispers. I grab her hand, taking her to her chair and having her sit in it. Lucky for me, it’s a high table and she has it stacked on a couple of books.
I step in front of her, my hands going to her hips as I grasp the cotton of her skirt in my hands and pull it up in bunches. “I’m going to sit you down in that chair.” My hands finally feel the softness of her skin. “And I’m going to taste you like I wanted to taste you today at work.”
“But—” she starts, and I shake my head.
“Can you stay quiet?” I ask, and her eyes are filled with lust, unlike this afternoon when they were filled with anger.
“I don’t know,” she replies, and I lift her dress up and push her down in the seat.
“Spread your legs.” My voice comes out tight. “Open yourself for me.” She isn’t sure what to do. “Do it, or I’ll turn on this camera, and they can watch me eat that pussy.” Her cheeks turn a soft pink, and I know once we get on to actually having sex, it’s going to be mind-blowing. “You want that, don’t you?” I squat down in front of her chair. “People to watch me make you come.” I move one of her knees to the side. “Maybe we can film it and then watch it after.”
“Caine,” she breathes out heavily.
“Yeah, baby?” I answer as I lean down and kiss her inner thigh. “It’s time to unmute yourself.” I nip at her, trailing the path with my tongue to her heat. “And turn the camera back on.” I watch her watching me lean in and lick up the side of her panties, my tongue sliding underneath it. “Now.” She leans forward, and I hear her click the button. The teacher’s voice goes louder as I move her white satin panties to the side, seeing her wet for me already. “Hmm,” I say before my tongue licks her slit. She jumps in her chair. “Shh.” I look up at her as she grips the armrests. I don’t go slow. Even if I wanted to, I can’t. My mouth devours her. I suck her clit into my mouth at the same time I slide a finger into her. She moves one of her hands to her mouth to stop from moaning. I smirk before getting back to my meal. I could eat her pussy every single day and twice on Sunday, fucking twice every day and all fucking day on Sunday.
I suck her clit into my mouth before sliding my finger and my tongue inside her. My finger rubs the soft spot inside her I know that will make her go crazy. She slaps the table in front of her as she tries to close her legs, but one of my hands stops them from closing. “Pay attention or I won’t make you come,” I whisper right before I feast on her. I lick, bite, and touch until I know she’ll explode. “Mute it,” I order her, and she moves her hand so fast I’m surprised the laptop doesn’t fly off the table. She leans back in the chair, and her hand goes to my head as she pushes my face deeper into her. It takes her a second more before I taste her cum on my tongue and she moans my name.
twenty-five
Grace
“Good morning,” I mumble when I turn over, grabbing my phone from the bedside table. I put the phone under my ear on the pillow before burying my hand back under the covers.
“Morning,” Caine also mumbles, and I sink even more into the bed with his voice. “Did I wake you?”
“No,” I lie. “I was about to get up.” My eyes are still closed, and my body makes not one move to wake up.
He chuckles, and my nipples get tight just from that sound. I can picture him beside me pulling me to him. “I don’t believe that for a second.”
“What are you doing?” I try to change the subject. “Running a marathon?”
His laughter is low. “Lying in bed, wishing you were here.” His voice is thick with lust, making my knees weak.
“Ugh, same.” I turn on my back. “But if you were in bed with me, what would you be doing?” My eyes flicker open as I look over to the empty part of my bed, wishing he was here also.
“That depends.” His voice is smooth and soft.
“On?” I ask, but then I turn the phone in my hand and press the FaceTime button.
He presses accept, and I wait for us to connect before his face comes into view, and I see he’s in the same position I’m in. “Morning,” I say again, looking into his eyes as I place the phone on the pillow beside me.
“Morning.” He smiles at me, and I see he’s not wearing a shirt.
“Are you shirtless?” I ask, and he points the phone so I can see he is, in fact, shirtless, and the covers are at his hips, showing me just a bit of his boxers. “Hmm,” I say, “I like it.”
“Glad you approve,” he says, his eyes twinkling. “Let me see what you’re wearing.”
“I thought you would never ask,” I reply, trying to be seductive but then stopping when I hear Meadow calling his name.
“Dadddyyyyyy,” she sings and shouts at the same time, “I’m up.”
“Ugh,” he pouts, “cockblocked by my own daughter.” I can’t help but laugh.
