Page 4 of Monster's Mystery

I clenched down on the toy within me, squeezing it to try to dissipate some of the tightly coiled tension inside me. It wasn’t enough, and my body shot up the peak of my passion rocket-fast. All of a sudden I was flying, stars sparkling behind my eyelids as I cried out my orgasm.

When I came back down, I bent over the mirror, my arms shaky. I looked into Aiden’s fiery gaze as he smiled.

“That’s my good girl. Now I want you to ride me.” He put the mirror against his thighs as he lay back in bed, giving me a viewing angle up his body, his cock front and center. “Fuck yourself on my cock until we’re both covered in cum.”

I grinned back at him. “I can do that.”

CHAPTER2

“I hatethat I only got one evening with you again, Grandfather,” I complained. I hugged his arm tightly in the back seat of his fancy car.

Grandfather patted my hand. “It’s because you’re too busy. Will you stay with me over the holidays?”

“If you can get my parents to agree. There’s no way thatIcan convince them.” For parents who weren’t particularlyinvolvedin my life, they had a weird obsession with me coming home for the holidays.

It’s not that I didn’t want to spend time with them. I just wanted to stay with Grandfathermore.

“Maybe I can plan a large holiday gathering with both sides of the family,” Grandfather mused out loud. “I certainly have the space.”

“You’re brilliant! Send out invitations next week. Then they’ll have to accept, because nothing’s been planned yet. Not this far in advance!” I pressed a kiss to his wrinkled cheek.

His eyes crinkled in a smile as he beamed at me. “Don’t praise me yet, my dear. If they say yes, then we can celebrate.”

“Whenthey say yes,” I corrected firmly. I hesitated a moment. “But if theydosay no… Won’t you come for the holidays? Please?”

“I’ll consider it.” He looked out across the sea. “But I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“You really need to mend this,” I gestured between him and a distant point, “rift between you and Papa. It’s not healthy.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Grandfather said in clipped tones.

I sighed. I’d never managed to get the reason for the estrangement out of Papa either. “You never come to Christmas at our place, not since Grandmother died. I know you’ve been invited. Instead, you hole up at Doyle Manor and, I don’t know… It just feels incredibly lonely.”

The car was silent for a long moment. I thought I’d stepped too far, and opened my mouth to apologize, but Grandfather spoke first.

“You used to come to the Manor for holidays when you were little. Nessa would go all out with the decorations. The foyer would almost feel crowded by the giant fir she’d have brought in. It was worth all the pain to see your face light up.” He sighed. “But you stopped coming after she’d died. I’d decorated, even though it was so hard to see all those decorations—”

Grandfather drew in a sharp, shaky breath and stared at the roof of the car, his eyes shining with unshed tears. His throat worked a couple times, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “It was a misunderstanding. Your parents thought it would be too difficult for me to host so soon after her passing, and I assumed that we would continue on with tradition since I hadn’t heard otherwise. I was a bitter old man and held onto resentment for far too long.” He laughed sadly. “This is why you’re my favorite, you know. You don’t pull any punches.”

“I’m youronlygrandchild. You can’t have favorites if I’m the only one,” I said, burying my face in his shoulder. “I’m sorry that happened.”

“It’s not your fault, my dear.” He rubbed my shoulder. “You were only a child.”

“Coming up on the dock,” the chauffeur said over his shoulder.

“Thank you, Kristopher,” Grandfather replied, sniffing a little. “Good to have a warning.”

I nodded and sat up, fixing my hair. I wiped under my eyes gently, getting rid of stray tears.

“Ready to meet your friend?” Grandfather asked, getting out of the car once it had stopped. “Hazel, wasn’t it? Or was it Willow?”

I giggled. “Hazel. She’s only been my roommate for three years.”

“I like to hear you laugh.”

I squeezed his hand as we walked to the dock from the parking lot. “She won’t be here. She had to meet with her thesis professor today before classes started. Something about her proposal. Hazel said she’d tell me all about it once I was settled in because it needed diagrams.”

Grandfather laughed. “Sounds like a lot.”

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