Page 83 of Beautiful Mess

“I’m curious,” she says huskily. “What else did they help with for this trip?”

“What makes you think they helped with anything else?”

“Oh, come on, Conway.” She giggles, the lines around her eyes creasing. “The spa, at the very least, had to be a suggestion from one of them.”

My lip twitches. “Why’s that?”

Before Grace has a chance to respond, the server brings out our food, letting us know she’ll be back with the drink refills I ask for. Unrolling her silverware, Grace never takes her eyes off me as she places the cloth napkin in her lap. Flashing me a grin that has me wanting to drag her ass to the bathroom and fuck her senseless, not giving a damn who hears us, she takes a bite, fully chewing and swallowing before saying, her tone flirty, “Because Conway, they’re my sisters and they obviously know me very well.”

“And you think I don’t?” I ask, biting back the smile trying to break through.

“That’s not what I mean.” She breathes out a laugh as pink tinges her cheeks. “It’s just, everything I got done this morning was amazing—like,incredible—and not something I would ever see a guy thinking to do for a woman all on his own. In my experience, men tend to be simpler in terms of gift giving and acts of service. You know, cleaning the kitchen on the weekend so we don’t have to or a gift card to the nail salon in town.” Pausing, she tilts her head adorably to the side ever-so-slightly as she watches me for a moment. “Although, now that I say that out loud, I guess that’s not totally true when it comes to you.”

“Why’s that, baby girl?” I smirk, arching an eyebrow. “Because you’re finally hearing what I’ve been saying about the difference between boys and men?”

Grace finishes off the rest of her Sangria right as the server brings out our refills, her eyes twinkling as they find mine over the top of her glass. “I mean, kind of. You paid for me to get my nails done for an entire year when we had just barely started hooking up. Then there’s the way you took little bits you learned about me, essentially in passing, to plan the sweetest, most thoughtful first date I’ve ever had. And now this.”

“If you’re happy now, wait until you see what I have planned for tomorrow, baby girl.” I smirk and toss her a wink before adding, “Then you’llreallylove me.”

She giggles, the light in her eyes shining brightly as she reaches for her Sangria, her foot still sensually caressing my leg. Bringing it up to her mouth, she takes a sip, hungry eyes never leaving mine over the brim. Grace flashes me a flirty little smile as she sets the drink back on the table before murmuring quietly, “Be right back.”

I nod, assuming she’s going to the restroom, and bring my attention back to my food. Not even a minute later, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I can’t help the grin that splits my face because before I even pull it out, I somehow already know what it’s going to say.

Grace: Pay the bill, and meet me in the bathroom. I need you, and there’s no way I can wait until we’re back at the hotel.

Heat zips down my spine as I tuck my phone away and pull out my wallet.

This fucking girl.

Thirty-Six

Grace

The soft sound of knuckles rapping against the door sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins, like we’re a couple of teenagers sneaking around. As soon as I pull the door open, Conway’s husky body crowds me, lips crashing into mine as he shoves us back, and flicks the lock into place.Thank gosh this restaurant has private bathrooms.His tongue thrusts into my mouth, leaving me breathless before he moves down, pressing kisses along my jaw.

The scratch from his beard against my neck as his lips sear tender, heated kisses onto my skin fills my system with a wanton need I’ve only ever experienced with him. Greedy hands roam all over my body while hungry lips take in every inch of my neck before coming back up to my mouth. Conway kisses me like he can’t get close enough, and I’m giving it back to him just the same.

Since the minute we landed this morning, I’ve been overwhelmed in the best way. When Conway told me he was taking me out of town this weekend, I didn’t really know what to expect, butthiscertainly wasn’t it. My heart is ready to leap out of my chest with what he’s done for me, and this is only the first night. I can’t even begin to imagine what he has in store for tomorrow, or how much of a blubbering mess I’ll be by the end of it.

Conway’s hands come to the front of my blouse and quickly work each button open, shoving the material off my shoulders before tossing it on the counter beside us. My hands tremble as they find the button on his slacks while his reaches around and locates the zipper on the back of my deep maroon skirt. As soon as he works the zipper down, he lets it fall to the floor before I step out of it. Peering up at him, with a racing heart and my pussy throbbing, standing before him in nothing but my panties, a pair of sheer black tights, and my heels, I nearly combust as he drags his darkening gaze down the length of my body before coming back up to my face. The look in his eyes is scalding and downright filthy, and I have to press my thighs together to relieve some of the ache.

A growl rumbles in his chest, the sound sending heat down my spine, as he reaches behind his head and rips his shirt off. “Be a good girl for me, Sin, and take those fucking tights off, so I can have my way with you.”

Yup, that’ll do it.

Arousal floods my veins, my pussy clenching, desperate to feel his massive cock stretch me and fill me as I shove the nylon down quicker than I thought possible. Conway’s eyes darken as his gaze drags down the length of my body, taking in my taut, exposed breasts before dipping lower to the black lace thong. I feel like a goddess standing before him.

“Christ, look at you,” he rasps before closing the short distance between us and crashing his mouth to mine as he walks us back until I’m pressed up against the wall. His tongue delves into my mouth, exploring and savoring, one hand circling my throat while his other palms one of my sensitive breasts.

The kiss is rough and messy, teeth nipping at my bottom lip before he sucks on it, eliciting a moan from deep in my chest. Hand skating down my sides, Conway lifts my leg, wrapping it around him as he brings his body flush with mine, the thick ridge of his erection grazing my lace-covered pussy and driving me wild. Hungry lips leaving mine, he works his way along my jaw and down to my neck again before sucking on my pulse point hard enough I know there will be a mark later.

Dropping my head back against the wall behind me, my eyelids flutter shut as I moan, “I need you, Conway. I need to feel all of you. Please.”

A groan resounds from him as he grips my chin between his fingers and turns my head toward him, stealing my breath away with one final kiss before he drops to his knees. With strong, dark brows, chiseled cheekbones, and a square jaw covered in a short, thick layer of salt and pepper scruff, Conway looks like a god kneeling before me—beautiful, powerful, and aged like fine wine. His hooded gaze peers up at me, desire pouring out of him and a devilish smirk that ignites something salacious in me curling his lips as he glides the back of his knuckle over the small patch of lace covering my slick, needy pussy.

“Already so wet for Daddy,” he murmurs, voice coated in gravel. “I bet this tight little cunt is just aching for my cock to fill it right here, where anybody could hear us, isn’t it, Sin?”

I bite down on my bottom lip, my brows pinched as I nod.

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