Page 16 of Not A Whisper

Part of me wants to tell the guys about all the information I’ve gathered. They’re a few years out from even starting their own ranch, yet it can’t hurt to have a vision board, right? Then again, this ismyvision of a luxury ranch. One I started piecing together after countless hours of researching this type of business venture. Who knows if their vision is different? They haven’t told me much about it.

I don’t even know the name they’ve chosen for the place.

Ultimately, as much work as all of this has been, it’s a hobby I’ve thrown a lot of time into simply to keep from wallowing intheir absence. It’s probably stupid and a waste of time, but at least it keeps me preoccupied.

“Alright…” I mutter while I place the rest of the bags on the floor by the door. Well, most of them.

I take a single bag and walk it over to the corkboard that sits on the floor, facing the wall. “You can sit here.”

The bag slumps and is forgotten as I turn around with a sigh. I kick off my shoes. Next goes the bra. It flutters to the floor without me even having to take off my shirt. Before it hits the floor, I’m at my desk, moving the mouse. The screen flickers on, and soon, I’m opening CAD programs and checking emails.

The dream that surrounds me drives me to work late into the night, and by the time my head hits the pillow, I’m smiling.

I jerkawake at the sound of a loud knock at the door.

I know it’s early. There’s hardly any light coming in from between the blinds and my alarm hasn’t gone off yet.

Before I can process anything else, I hear my apartment door open.

My heart slams against my chest. A scream walks up my throat, ready to erupt at any moment. Oh god, not again. Who’s here? Danny…? No, he’s dead. But then, who’s just entered my apartment? I sit up, gripping the comforter under my chin as my mind starts to spin. Before I can spiral into a full blown attack, my bedroom door opens and a familiar voice calls out softly,

“Dollface, you awake?”

My relief is so great that I have to cover my mouth to muffle a choked sob. Ever since Danny, I’ve become jumpier. Especially when I’m in a bedroom. Swallowing down the sound, I drop my hand away from my mouth.

“Grant? What are you doing here so early?”

As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I watch Grant’s silhouette move around my room. He disrobes quickly before climbing into the bed with me. As I lay back down, an arm wraps around my waist and I’m pulled across the mattress.

“I need you, dollface,” he groans into my ear before rolling on top of me. Bracing his hands on either side of me, he brings his head down and kisses my forehead.

His lips land randomly over my face as he searches for my mine in the darkness. With my heart still settling and my mind still waking, I don’t answer right away. I simply reach up and brace my hands on his chest. It’s then that I realize Grant’s trembling.

“Grant? Is everything ok? Are you hurt?” I try to push him back and sit up again, worried at the sweat coating his skin and the trembling, but he doesn’t budge. “Grant?—”

His lips find mine, effectively silencing me with a desperate, hungry kiss.Oh… I don’t get enough of these. My body wakes right up. My nipples pebble and my breath catches in my throat as I lean into the kiss. Grant’s heart beats wildly under my palms. It’s the frantic fluttering that cuts through the sleep and desire.

I break the kiss reluctantly and grab his face before Grant can swoop back down.

“What’s going on?” I demand breathlessly. “You’re scaring me.”

Grant groans. “Later, dollface. We can talk later.”

Unease slithers down my spine. Trip and Jason mentioned that Grant’s been acting funny, distant even. This just proves it. Grant doesn’t lose his composure like this.

His hips dip, pressing against my pelvis so I can feel the hard length of him. My resolve nearly crumbles. I suppose we can talk later…

No, no, something is wrong! Fix it!

I lift my right leg and hook it around his waist. Before he can react, I push upward, hard, against his chest and use the momentum to throw him to his side. Rolling, I manage to get Grant beneath me and straddle his waist.

Selfishly, I take the moment to victoriously rub my pussy along his length, savoring how it feels as it caresses my clit.

He chuckles, though the sound is strained. “If you wanted on top, dollface, all you had to do was ask.”

“What Iwantis to talk about what you’re doing in my apartment before sunrise.” I stop my rubbing to lay flat against his chest. Resting my ear over his heart, I can hear it racing. Grant’s hands come up to hold my hips.

“I'd rather get lost in you.”

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