Page 69 of Beautiful Mess

Conway curls the finger inside of me as his thumb presses down on my clit, making me gasp. “Say it,” he growls.

“It’s all for y-you,” I pant as he rubs circles with his thumb. “My pussy is all yours, Daddy.”

“You’re goddamn right it is,” Conway snarls, and the possessiveness in his tone sends my body ablaze. Just as he’s about to slip in a second finger, I hear it. The sound of the toilet flushing down the hall. His movements halt, but he doesn’t pull out of me yet. Pressing a quick, gentle kiss to my lips, he murmurs, “Guess we’ll just have to wait.”

My heart is a rapid beat in my chest as Conway pulls his finger from my body a single second before we hear the door open, and I swear, all the blood drains from my face as I watch him bring the glistening digit up to his mouth and suck it clean. Eyes rolling back, he groans before whispering, “So fucking sweet.”

A moment later, Cole drops down on the couch beside me again, and it’s a damn miracle he doesn’t pick up on anything. I’m positive my face is bright red, and I can’t seem to steady my breathing, but he doesn’t say anything, and the three of us go back to watching the movie like my ex-boyfriend didn’t almost catch his dad finger-fucking me.

Twenty-Nine

Conway

The last two hours have been complete torture. We’re finally nearing the end of this ridiculously stupid movie, and all I can think about is how the taste of Grace’s arousal is still on my tongue, and how I want nothing more than to kick my son out of the house so I can finish what I started.

Unfortunately, I don’t see that happening any time soon.

When Cole’s car pulled into the driveway earlier, and I noticed he wasn’t alone, my body was instantly on high alert. He left the house this morning to meet her, never mentioning doing anything other than grabbing coffee, and he certainly didn’t tell me they’d be coming back here. The look of sheer panic on Grace’s face when I pulled open the door for them was comical. I shouldn’t find so much enjoyment in her discomfort, but I can’t help it. Especially because despite how tense and on edge she clearly is being here, she’s also turned on being in my proximity, which only fuels the fire coursing through my veins.

It was risky touching her the way I did when Cole went to the bathroom, but Ihadto. Being this close to her and not being able to be affectionate goes against what feels so natural. If I wasn’t sure about talking to Grace about coming clean to Cole before, I sure as hell am now.

The movie that’s lasted entirely too fucking long finally ends, and I rise off the couch, grabbing the empty beer cans before bringing them to the kitchen to throw away. Joining me in the too-small space, Grace rests her backside against the counter, her arms folded tightly across her chest, as Cole puts the empty popcorn bowl in the sink.

“Fuck, I love that movie,” Colt blurts out, matching Grace’s stance but on the opposite counter.

Grace’s face screws up as she says, “Cole, that movie was so stupid.”

The sass in her voice and the surprise that flashes across Cole’s face make me chuckle before I can stop myself.

“What?” He laughs. “That movie is a comedic masterpiece. No way is it stupid.”

“She’s right,” I add, scratching my hand along my jaw.

Grace’s eyes glint as they cut over to me, and the bratty little smirk she’s giving me reminds me of the way she looks on her knees for me. “Of course, I am,” she murmurs, her voice smooth and sweet like melted caramel. “Looks like you’re finally starting to get it, Da—” Her eyes widen as she quickly says, “dude” at the last second instead. Cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink, Grace clamps her mouth shut as my pulse skyrockets at her almost slip of the tongue.

The kitchen is silent for a moment before Cole erupts in laughter. “Since fucking when do you call peopledude, Grace?”

Her bright green eyes bounce between me and Cole before a giggle bubbles past her lips and she shrugs. “Guess my kids are rubbing off on me. Between the two of them, they’re always saying either that or ‘bruh.’”

“Willow too,” I offer, but it’s not a lie. The number of times I hear those words in a day is obnoxious.

“Kids are funny.” Cole chuckles before pushing off the counter. “I don’t know about y’all, but I’m fucking starving. What do you say we get started on that grilling, Dad?”

I don’t miss the way Grace subtly rolls her eyes, or the way her shoulders are clear up to her ears. I should probably put her out of her misery and insist he take her home already, but I’m not ready for her to leave just yet.

“Sounds good,” I mutter. “Grab the meat out of the fridge for me, would you, Son?”

Heaving a sigh, Grace drops her arms at her side and asks, “How can I help?”

Cole opens the fridge before glancing at her over his shoulder. “No need. You’re the g?—”

“No.” Grace holds up a hand, cutting him off. “If I’m eating here, I’m helping.” Then, shifting her gaze over to me, she adds, “What do you want me to do, Conway?”

Many, many filthy things, baby girl,I think, but don’t dare say aloud. Grace and I share a look, and for a moment, we’re the only ones in the room. The barely-there smile on her lips tells me she most likely knows what Ireallywant her to do. Like we share a language all our own without words even needing to be spoken. Before I have a chance to respond appropriately, the sound of a phone going off pulls my attention toward Cole.

Fishing it out of his pocket, he studies the screen before glancing up. “Sorry, it’s my boss,” he explains. “We were supposed to video chat on Monday about a few things with my job and my leave of absence, but it looks like he’s going out of town at the last minute, so he wants to meet right now instead.”

“Do you want to go into mine or Willow’s room to do the call for more privacy?” I ask him.

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