Page 54 of Beautiful Mess

Clearing his throat, he nods and rises off the chair. “Sure. I’ll walk you out.”

Neither of us says a word as we near the front door, and as he opens it, he guides me onto the porch, where he follows. He closes it behind him, and when I turn to face him, it’s clear he was checking out my ass. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

“How long is he in town?” I ask.

“I’m not sure.” My skin tingles where he places a hand on my hip. Not quite pulling me closer, just holding me. “I want to see the outfit.”

This time, I can’t help the smile that spreads. “Well, that’s too bad, Daddy. You can thank your son for being a cockblock.”

A growl sounds in his throat as his gaze burns into mine. “Send me a picture when you get home.”

I cock my head to the side as my teeth sink into my bottom lip. “I think you’re forgetting to say ‘please.’”

“I wasn’t asking, Sin,” he drawls. A shiver rolls down my spine at the authority in his tone before he softens it when he adds, “Drive safe.”

Not saying another word, I smirk up at him before walking to my car, and as I get behind the wheel and start the ignition, our eyes meet, and his gaze sends a rush of heat to my core.

So, we didn’t get to talk today, big deal. It’ll happen eventually. One thing’s for certain, though… Cole better go homerealsoon because, as I’m driving away from Conway’s house, I’m pretty sure I have the female equivalent of blue balls.

Twenty-Four

Conway

Grace: In case you needed an afternoon pick-me-up, Daddy. ;)

“Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath as I gawk at the image of Grace that just came through on my phone. The light pink sundress is pulled down to expose her taut, perky tits, and she’s smirking up at the camera in what looks to be her office at work.

Me: It’s like you’re purposely trying to torture me, Sin…

Grace: I don’t know what you’re talking about. *angel emoji*

Grace: Oh, by the way, do you think this color compliments my skin tone? ;)

Another image comes through that makes my cock twitch in my pants. Grace, now standing up in her office, has the hem of her dress pulled up over her ass, showing off a cheeky pair of hot pink panties that makes my mouth water. What I would give to drop to my knees and take a bite out of that plump ass of hers right now.

Me: What a naughty girl you are today, Sin.

Grace: Maybe you should come punish me…

A groan sounds in my throat as the image of doing just that flashes in my mind.

Me: Maybe I should.

Grace: 9pm, my place? ;)

Me: I’ll see what I can do.

Putting my phone back in my pocket, I get back to work, finishing the last of what needs to be done before calling it a day. Me and my crew started on a new job Monday, and the owner is a particular motherfucker who has a knack for micromanaging, so the last five days have been hell, but at least it’s Friday. The idea of possibly seeing Grace tonight makes my blood pump hotter. It’s been almost a week since I’ve been able to touch her, and it feels like I’m going through withdrawals. I didn’t realize just how much I’ve grown to need having her around until Cole got to town and I wasn’t able to.

We’ve texted back and forth a little bit every day since she found out he was in town, but we both seem to be avoiding the elephant in the room. Our conversations have either been flirty and casual, or they’ve been about the fundraiser we’ve started planning. Nothing about Cole or why he’s here, or why I was a coward who avoided telling her about it until she showed up and found out for herself. The truth is, I don’t know why I didn’t tell her. I panicked when he showed up, and I guess it seemed easier to ignore the issue than tell her.

Not my finest moment, and I know we’re going to have to talk about it eventually, but as long as she seems to be okay avoiding the topic, I am too.

It’s nearly six o’clock by the time I’m trudging through the front door, and irritation burns in my chest when I spot Cole sprawled out on my couch, attention focused on the TV on the wall, with a video game controller in his hand and a bag of chips and a slew of soda cans on my coffee table. It’s how I’ve found him almost every day this week when I’ve gotten home from work.

“Turn that shit off,” I bite out. “And clean up this mess.”

Cole turns his head, brows raised. “Well, hello to you too,” he drawls as he tosses the controller onto the couch and stands up. “What’s up your ass?”

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