Page 15 of Falling for Grace

I hang on to him for dear life. He pounds ruthlessly, and I’m now grabbing the door handle to give myself some more support.

The bathroom is filled with our hushed groans, our heavy breathing and the sound of my back banging against the cupboard door.

Danny and his parents must know we’re taking too long.

They know what we’re doing, but we don’t care. We never do, not when the lust overtakes us, and it’s just Brandon and me.

“Now, Gracie.” His voice makes me fall. The build-up reaches its crescendo before I come crashing down. It’s always like this. I think I’m miles off from coming, but at his command I fall. He knows me so well, what I like, what I hate, what makes me insane, and every single time I will explode. I feel his warmth spread within me, his body trembling as his own release spreads through his body. He groans out a hushed moan.

He rests his chin on my shoulder, his forehead on the door, both of us panting as we come down from the high. I wiggle, and he pulls out, unwrapping my legs from around him. He lets me clamber down but he doesn’t let me leave yet. His eyes are dark as an angry sea as he looks deep into mine.

“I know you’re right. But that doesn’t make this any easier.”

I don’t reply. There isn’t anything I can say to him.

He rests his forehead on mine and places a kiss on my nose and swollen lips before stepping back and starting to dress.

“I’ll see you down there.” He looks at me one last time before stepping out the door and leaving me a heavy-breathing mess, staring at the bathroom door, filled with regret and sadness.

Chapter 5

Danny knows.

Of course he knows.

He can probably see the shame and embarrassment radiating off me.

Ted and Sue probably know, too. But we all sit around the table and don’t say anything about it, because who wants to bring up the fact that his eldest just fucked me in the bathroom at his father’s birthday.

Hella awkward.

Danny kicks my leg and tries to get me to go inside with him. But I shake my head. Because there really isn’t anything to talk about and I don’t want a lecture right now.

The decision still stands. It’s over, and that was the last time it would happen. But maybe that had to happen, the final closure.

The last romp.

A potential name for a new film.

The Last Romp, starring Brandon Holder.

I am quiet, nursing my drink. I laugh when I have to. We have our cigars, our annual tradition. But I’m not initiating conversation anymore. Brandon chances looks at me and I do my best to ignore them.

“Did I win?” Sue asks innocently, turning her last card faced down over, which is a three of hearts.

“Nice, Mum.” Brandon smiles, but its forced just like mine.

“So who’s the shithead?” she asks.

“Brandon,” Danny and I reply in unison and then giggle like hyenas.

“Well, I think I’m all shitheaded out,” Ted says, yawning.

I look at the huge clock on the wall behind where Brandon and Sue are sitting. It’s later than I thought. Brandon stands and grabs a few of the empty beer bottles, heading inside.

“I’m going to make a move.” I stand up and kiss Ted and Sue on the cheek. “I’ve had such a lovely day, thanks for inviting me.”

“It’s been like old times,” Ted says, squeezing my hand. “Don’t be a stranger, Grace.”

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