Page 19 of Beautiful Mess

“Yeah, we’restarving,” Blakely adds, rubbing a circle around her belly. “Can we please have cupcakes now?”

Grace spares me one last glance, cheeks flushed, before clearing her throat and looking at the kids. “Okay, well, you’re not starving, you just had dinner. However, yes, you can each have a cupcake, but then we have to get home, you two. We’ve got school in the morning, and it’s getting late.”

I decide to excuse myself, needing to put some space between us before either of our kids pick up on anything. “Gonna go water the plants outside,” I mutter before hightailing it out of the kitchen.

I don’t know how long I stay out here, but when Blakely and Beau pop their heads out the backdoor to say thanks for dinner and goodbye, it’s clearly been too long. Following them back inside, my gaze connects with Grace’s as she’s coming out of the kitchen.

“Don’t forget to take your cupcakes with you,” I murmur when I realize she’s empty handed.

“I left you the rest,” she says nonchalantly as she slips into her shoes.

“You don’t have to do that. There’s plenty, we can share.”

“That’s okay, I just ate, like, half of them anyway.” A small laugh bubbles past her lips that sounds more nervous than anything, and she won’t look at me.

It’s not until later, when I’m climbing into the shower, after I’ve gotten Willow to bed, that it hits me. We didn’t talk at all about the calls we made for the auction…which was the whole reason we met up this evening. I’d love to say I wonder how we managed to forget about the plan, but I’m not dumb. How could we have remembered to do anything with all the tension simmering the whole night. Hot water cascading down my back, I replay every interaction I had with her from the moment she showed up.

Grace making herself comfortable in my kitchen.

Watching her lick cake batter from her finger. Having her watch me do the same to her.

The way my eyes couldn’t help but gravitate toward her any chance they could while we ate, and the way I couldn’t recite a single word spoken by any of the kids during the whole meal, gun to my head, because I was too lost in her every expression. The way her eyes widen with mirth as she listens to the kids tell us a story, face relaxed, giving them her undivided attention. The soft, angelic sound of her laughter and the way it sends a rush of…something to my stomach. It’s a sound I would record if I could and listen to it over and over.

Then, with the cupcake after dinner. The brush of her finger against my lip, featherlight and barely there, before taunting her enough to feel the hot, wet tip of her tongue lick the frosting away. How it felt to feel her lips brush against mine. How badly I want to devour her irresistible fucking mouth, feel her sharp little tongue roll against mine while I kissed her hard enough to steal her breath and make her beg for more.

Cock throbbing and stiff, I wrap a tight fist around it, pumping with fervor as I imagine how fucking incredible it would be to hear her beg me.

Beg me to kiss her again.Fuck.Pleasure rips through my body.

Beg me to feast on her dripping wet cunt.I slap a hand against the tile on the wall, letting my head hang down.

Beg me to let her come.My balls throb as my hand flies up and down my length, but it’s not fast enough.

Beg me to fuck her.God, she’d be so tight, so needy, so ready for me to split her open.

My breath comes out in harsh, shallow pants as the heat builds and spreads, my skin tingling the closer I get. The vision in my head is filthy andso fucking good.Grace’s bare-naked body spread open for me and writhing, sweat glistening all over her skin, muscles tense as she cries out, begging me, once again, to let her come. Voice hoarse from how hard she’s moaning, how much she’s crying out for me.

Then I imagine her adding two little words to her plea, and my balls tighten up.

Fuck me, Grace would look breathtaking as she chased her next orgasm, her face twisted up in pleasure, out of breath and sweating. She’d look up at me, eyes overflowing with desire, and she’d cry out,“Please, Daddy, let me come.”

“Fuck,” I bite out as the first wave hits me, my cock pulsing in my hand as thick, white ropes coat the wall. Imagining filling her sweet pussy instead has my release going and going and going until nothing is left. Until exhaustion washes over me, but also a deep sense of excitement because as I step out of the shower and dry myself off, I decide I’m going to do whatever it takes to make that fantasy come to life.

I don’t know how I’ll do it, but I’ll have Grace’s writhing, hot body underneath mine, and I will fucking relish it. Relish the feel of her, the sound of her, but most importantly, relish knowing without a shadow of a doubt, I’d be proving her wrong. I’d blow her mind, putting every man before me to shame.

And as I climb into bed, I do my best to shove away the fact thatmy sonis one of those men, and how this plan should be the furthest thing from my mind.

Eight

Grace

Swiftly walking through the doors of Taylor’s Grill, I scan the busy restaurant as I approach the empty hostess stand. I check the time once more on my phone, noting I’m only twenty minutes late, but I can already hear the attitude I’ll get from Conway about it. We’re finalizing the details for the fundraiser that’s approaching quicker than I expected. Our final plan is due to the principal by the end of the week, and after we dropped the ball and didn’t discuss it last week at his house like we were supposed to, we agreed to meet here today since I had a light day.

Or so I thought.

First, I get to the bakery this morning, only to find one of my ovens broke. I have no clue what happened or how to fix it, but being down to only one severely messed with my morning. Then, as if that wasn’t stressful enough, my weekly delivery driver—who is always on time, might I add—washourslate today, and when he finally showed up thirty minutes before I needed to leave and unloaded everything, he was feeling extra chatty. So, honestly, it’s really not even my fault that I was late this time.

“Hey, Grace,” the hostess greets as she approaches the stand. “Table for one?”

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