Page 36 of Love Restored

“What, you don’t like Goldilocks in your bed?” Jake asked with a laugh.

“Blake’s not blonde, and fuck you three.”

“No, thanks. I’ve got Border and Maya for that,” Jake teased.

“Anyway, if you want to talk about Blake, we’re here,” Owen said softly.

“If not, turn on the damn movie so we don’t talk about it,” Murphy added. “That’s how these things work, you know.”

Graham groaned and turned on the movie. “Fine. Just no more questions okay.” A pause. “Let me figure out what I’m doing.”

“If you knew what you were doing, you wouldn’t need us,” Owen whispered.

Graham closed his eyes. “I’ll remember you said that when you find a woman.”

Owen was quiet for so long, Graham was afraid he’d stepped in it. Only he didn’t know what he could have stepped in since Owen didn’t have a woman. That he knew of anyway. Instead of talking about it like he should, Graham went quiet when the title came on the screen. They’d focus on this and not on what was important. Because he and Blake were too important to talk about just yet.

He’d figure it out…soon.

At least, he hoped he would.

And if he didn’t, well, the Gallagher brothers would be there for him when he fucked it up.

Again.

When the doorbell rang, Graham cursed. He hadn’t set an alarm that morning because he was allowed to sleep in. It was the damn weekend, and he was off. But hell, it seemed there would be no sleep for him. Whoever had woken him up would just have to pay the price of his general grumpiness due to lack of caffeine.

“What?” he growled when he opened the door.

“Good morning,” Blake said and handed him a cup of coffee in a paper to-go cup. “I’m sorry for waking you up. I forgot people don’t work weekends like I do.” She cursed. “Hell, I need to head into the shop soon since Austin is opening by himself, but I wanted to say good morning, and I’m sorry for leaving like I did. I was silly and overwhelmed and trying not to think about how good it was. And in the end, I ended up being a dork about it and hurting you in the process.”

“Blake.”

“And,” she continued as if he hadn’t said anything, “now I’m thinking I might not have hurt you at all because, hello, self-centered for even thinking that. Hell. Okay. Well, there is coffee, and I need to get to work. But before I do…” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Her eyes were so intent, he knew it had to be important to her, but right then, he could only feel the relief that she’d shown up. She might have run, but she’d come back. He’d worry about what that meant later. Without a word, he took her by the wrist and dragged her inside and off his porch.

“Graham…it’s important.”

“Okay. You can tell me after.”

“After what?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“After this.” He crushed his lips to hers, needing her taste. When he pulled back, breathless, he took both coffees and put them on the table next to him.

“What are you doing?”

“This,” he said again and went to his knees. “Thank you for wearing a dress for me. It makes things easier.” He slid his hands up her thighs and gripped the edge of her panties before pulling them down to rest right under her ass.

She gasped and put one hand on the top of his head, the other on his shoulder. “Graham, it’s going to be hot today, so I wore a dress. What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m having breakfast.” And with that, he pulled her panties to her ankles and nudged at her legs. When she moved, he set her underwear to the side and flipped up the hem of her dress.

“Graham…”

“Shh…let me taste.” He spread her then, loving the way the hood over her clit swelled, and yet he could see the tiny nub peeking through. He leaned forward and licked it. When she moaned, he slid one of her legs over his shoulder and sucked on her clit while using his free hand to massage her thigh. She tasted sweet and salty, the perfect combination. Her pussy was pink, wet, and his.

He loved eating pussy. There was nothing like watching a woman come hard on your face while you tasted every drop of her. Of course, he knew women liked it when his beard scraped their inner thighs as he went to town, and Blake was no exception if her cries were any indication.

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