Page 56 of Beautiful Mess

I love my son, and I always will, but fuck, I can’t say I like him very much right now.

Twenty-Five

Conway

It’s nine o’clock on the dot as I kill the ignition on my truck and pull out my phone, finding my thread with Grace.

Me: I’m outside.

I’m almost positive her kids are home tonight, and the last thing I want to do is risk waking them by knocking on the door. After the day—and evening—I’ve had, I need this time with her. Not just for the physical release, but for the emotional aspect too. Nothing sounds as relaxing and stress relieving as holding Grace in her bed. It’s something I’ve wanted to do all week, and now that I have the opportunity, I’m giddy like a kid in a candy store.

Grace is waiting for me when I reach the porch. Based on the fuzzy white robe she’s wearing and the way her hair is wet, I’d bet she just got out of the bath, but the sight of her has my heart thundering and my breath catching in my throat. Something about seeing her bare faced and comfortable in her own skin is just as sexy as seeing her dressed up with her hair and make-up done. And to be honest, I may prefer this side of her more, simply because I know it’s a side most people don’t see.

As I approach her, Grace’s lips tug into a smirk that makes my cock twitch, and there’s a glint in her bright green eyes that reminds me how she begged me to punish her earlier. “Wasn’t sure you’d come,” she murmurs softly.

Holding her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I tilt her head back and look into her eyes. “Why’s that?”

Her gaze flicks down to my lips before coming back up, color spreading on her cheeks already. “Because the last message I got from you said you’ll see what you can do. Figured you were busy or didn’t want to come over.”

“Oh, baby girl…” My chest rumbles with a small laugh, and I lean in, bringing my mouth down to hers. Hovering, but not yet touching. Her breath hitches. “I’ve thought about nothing but getting to be near you again all goddamn week.”

Grace hums, folding her arms across her chest. “Funny you say that, since you haven’t made any effort to see me.”

My blood heats, and a grin splits my face at the attitude in her tone. “Aw, is somebody feeling neglected?” I rasp, flicking my tongue across her bottom lip.

Her gaze narrows. “Nope, just seemed like maybe with Cole in town, you were rethinking what we’ve been doing.”

Gaze focused on hers, I shake my head. “Definitely not the case.”

“Sure about that?” she quips.

“Want me to prove how sure I am right here on this porch again, Sin? Or should we go inside, where I can show you in private?”

Pupils blown and lips parted, Grace releases a shaky breath. “Inside,” she purrs. “Definitely show me inside.”

Smirking down at her, I say, “I don’t know. The neighbors probably enjoyed the show last time.”

“Or we traumatized them,” she snorts as she leads us into the house.

As we step into Grace’s bedroom, there’s a candle burning on the nightstand, basking the otherwise dark room in a soft, golden glow. Never taking my eyes off her, I shut and lock the door as she comes to a stop in front of her bed, turning to face me. Slowly and sensually, she works her robe open, giving me a mouthwatering view of the lingerie she’s wearing underneath. The same lingerie she wore to my house last weekend, that I’ve fantasized about seeing in its entirety every day since. Grace lets the robe fall to the floor, and I allow myself a long moment to drink in the sight of her. Red lace and strappy, the two-piece lingerie fits her like it was fucking made for her.

“Fuck, Sin, look at you. So fucking sexy,” I mutter under my breath as I palm my already throbbing length through my sweats. Sauntering toward Grace, my hands itch to touch her, but I refrain. For now. My heart hammers violently in my chest as her heated gaze bores into mine and her teeth sink into her plump, glossy bottom lip. “And all for me, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Hmm, I don’t know about that.” Arousal zips through my veins as she shrugs and gives me that bratty fucking smirk I can’t seem to get enough of. “You see, I need a man who appreciates all that I have to offer, and you’ve seemed a bit, what’s the word?”—she taps her index finger to her chin in thought—“preoccupied lately. Like you can’t make time for me. So, I think the real question is, do youdeserveto have all of me to yourself?”

“I gotta admit,” I murmur, bringing my hand down to wrap around the front of her throat. “You being all needy and desperate for me fucking does it for me, Sin.”

Grace rolls her eyes and snorts. “Please, I’m the furthest thing from needy and desperate for you.”

Head tilted, my eyebrows pinch. “No?”

Her eyes shimmer with mischief, and her lips curl into a grin that makes my stomach do a flip. “You wish.”

Using my grip on her throat, I shove her onto the bed, loving the startled gasp that falls from her as she glowers up at me, trying her best to appear stern and unaffected, despite the way her nipples pebble through the lace covering them, giving away how turned on she is. The front of my thighs presses up against the edge of the bed as I ease her legs open wider. My gaze flicks up to meet hers, and the tip of my cock leaks at the heat and desire staring back at me.My girl’s fucking gone for me already.

“I call bullshit,” I murmur, relishing the shallow rise and fall of her lace-covered tits as my fingers dance along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

“Is that right?” she throws back.

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