Page 29 of Candygrams

I don’t know what this woman has done to me, but whatever it is makes my mouth water when I stare at her bare shoulder. It’s just a fucking shoulder and I’m over here stiffer than lead. Thinking it wiser to wake her before it gets any later - and I get any hornier - I give her leg a little shake.

At first, she doesn’t wake up, so I place my hand over her knee which brings home how small she is. My whole hand covers it. Thoughts of putting my big hands on her body in other places like those perky tits or that fine as fuck ass or other pretty things that smell like sweet, sweet sugar dance in my head. FOCUS!

I give her knee another shake and this time she slowly blinks her eyes open. Her lips tilt up into an innocently beautiful smile when she sees me before she starts worrying over everything. She sits up straighter and looks over at where Tandy is still asleep. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I… we’re the worst guests ever. I’m…”

“It’s fine. You are fine. Don’t even worry about it. The fact you two trust me enough to rest beside me is… well, it makes me very happy to know you all put that much faith in me.”

She gives me a little smile, “Before we came, I was worried you might be a killer, and I was bringing my sister to a murder house. Oh my God! I can’t believe I just told you that.”

All I can do is grin at how damned cute she is!

Chapter Nine

Bonny

Ever wish you could just shut up and not spill your guts to a total stranger? I have. But Grayson is such a sweet man that all he does is chuckle and lean in closer to me. “You also thought I had a child.”

Good impressions are just not my thing. “Yeah, I guess I’m just not used to someone wanting to, um…,”

“Get to know you? I don’t believe that. You just haven’t been paying attention to anyone else.”

It’s super sweet that he thinks that, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m the girl that everyone thinks of as a kid sister which is not romantic or sexy at all, and maybe that’s what Grayson wants. Someone he can befriend and talk to and hang out with. Would I be all right being firmly in his friend zone?

He must read my thoughts via my facial expression because the way he is smiling tells me that is exactly where I’m already at. I smile back because I can’t turn my back on someone in need of a friend.

He leans in even closer like he is about to tell me a secret but instead touches my cheek with the back of his hand. I can’t help but jump at the contact.

“I’m going to kiss you. I just wanted you to know.”

Before I can fully comprehend what he just said, his lips are on mine. The touch of his soft lips shocks me so much that I can’t hold back the gasp… which Grayson uses to enter my mouth. I pull back and he lets me. Probably because he just found out I have no idea what I’m doing. If he did somehow have romantic feelings towards me, I am sure they are gone now.

He rubs my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb before giving me a half smile. Here it comes, him telling me he just wants to be friends because I am clueless. Or worse, he’s going to tell me we can’t even be friends because I’m too pathetic.

Much to my surprise, yet again, he lowers his head and our lips meet again. After a few seconds, he speaks against my mouth. “Open up and let me in, Bunny.”

My eyes go wide, and I do exactly as he tells me without really meaning to. Did he just call me Bunny instead of Bonny? I don’t have time to think it over or try to figure out what the hell any of it can mean because this time his tongue sweeps into my waiting mouth and plays over mine.

“Kiss me back, little Bunny.”

“I don’t know how.” This would be comical if it were happening to anyone but me. I whisper the words against his mouth like he whispered his command against mine.

This time when he pulls back his eyes are on my lips. “You don’t have to know how, sweetheart. Just do what I do or whatever you feel like you want to do. You can just sit here and let me play and it would be just fine.”

His mouth comes back down on mine and shocks a small squeal out of me as he lifts me up and brings me down on his lap. One of his hands cup my cheek while the other one sinks into my hair so he can tilt my head how he needs it. His tongue invades my mouth, sweeping in and conquering.

I don’t want to just sit and do nothing, so I tentatively touch my tongue to his. When he moans in my mouth my first thought is I did something wrong. I try to pull back but this time he doesn’t let me. He mumbles against my mouth, not taking his lips from mine, “Do it again, Bunny. I liked it.”

Oh! He…liked it. I do as he asks and touch my tongue to his but this time knowing that he likes it makes me a little bolder, braver. So, this time I stroke my tongue over his. We spend I don’t know how long exploring each other’s mouths before he pulls back from the kiss.

“We’ve got to stop, sweet girl.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Absolutely not.” Then why does he want to stop? He won’t even look at me. As if he can read my mind his eyes come back to mine. “You were perfect but if we don’t stop, I’m afraid I’m going to push you farther than you are ready to go.”

Farther than I am ready? He sees my confusion I’m sure because the next thing I know he’s wrapping strong hands around my waist and pulling me into him even more than I already am. It takes a minute for me to realize what I think I feel isn’t something in his pocket. No metal pipe, gun, or anything that could have been shoved down his pocket. My mouth falls into an open ‘o’ of surprise when the realization hits me.

He chuckles before sitting me back in my spot on the couch. It's only then that I remember Tandy is lying right beside me. She could have woken at any time seeing me sitting in Grayson’s lap. What was I thinking? How could I have been such a bad sister? How did I let things go so far and how much farther would I have let them go if he hadn’t stopped us?

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