Page 50 of Beautiful Mess

“I’m so close, Daddy,” she moans, and the lust wrapping around her words is my undoing. “You want me to come for you before he finds us?”

A growl rips from my throat that sounds foreign to my own ears as I kneel down and rip the front of her sweats down enough to watch her fingers circle her glistening clit with fervor. Lips parted, she lets her head drop back as her moans get increasingly louder and more needy. Her stomach muscles clench under her tight-fitting t-shirt, and I know she’s coming. The sight of her unabashedly falling apart in my friend’s entryway is one I’ll never forget.

Grace is absolutely stunning as her orgasm ripples through her body, her voice hoarse as she cries out. Even though I know we have about a minute tops before Davis walks through the door that leads to the garage, I can’t bring myself to care. I’m mesmerized by her, by what she does to me without even realizing it. A moment later, she takes her hand out of her pants, body relaxing as she brings her gaze to mine.

“I can’t believe we did that,” she breathes out with a giggle.

“Me neither, but you have to get up before Davis comes inside.” Grabbing Grace above the elbow, I pull her to a stand, my heart thrashing as I hear the door open. Her eyes widen.

“I have to go before he sees me,” she hisses.

Shoving my spent dick back into my boxers, I quickly button my pants and fix my belt as she grabs her purse off the ground, the bright flush to her cheeks a dead giveaway to what we’ve been up to. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before opening the door for her.

“We’ll talk later when I’m home,” I whisper as she slips outside, flashing me a flirty grin over her shoulder.

As soon as I shut the door, Davis rounds the corner, the sub sandwiches he picked up in one hand and two cans of Coke in the other.Fuck, that was close.He glances behind him down the hallway before bringing his gaze back to me.

“Where’s Grace?” he asks, making my heart nearly stop.

“What?”

“Her car was in the driveway when I pulled into the garage.”

“Oh, right.” I clear my throat. “She had to drop something off really quick, but she left before you came inside.”

Davis tosses me a shit-eating grin, letting me know he doesn’t buy the lie. “Sure thing. Whatever you say, boss.”

Taking the sandwiches out on the back porch, we eat out there before getting back to work on his fence. Luckily, we were able to get a huge chunk of it done before stopping for lunch, and it only takes us a few more hours before it’s finished. By the time we clean up and I head home, my shirt is drenched with sweat and I’m in need of a nice, long shower.

Back at my place, I do just that before changing into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Digging through the pocket of my jeans, I grab my phone before tossing the dirty clothes in the hamper, wanting to text Grace. I unlock my phone, noticing a notification waiting for me, but when I open it, my stomach twists as I read the message.

Cole: Hey Dad. Tried to call you earlier, but you didn’t pick up. Shit’s bad at home, so I’m gonna come stay with you for a while to let things cool off. Hopefully you see this soon because I’m on my way.

With a lump in my throat, I check what time the message was sent before sliding my gaze up to check the time.

My son will be here any minute.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, dragging a hand through my wet hair.

Normally, I would be thrilled to see Cole, but all I can think right now is how he couldn’t have worse timing if he tried. I need to call Grace and let her know, but before I can, the sound of my doorbell fills the air.

Goddamnit, Cole.

Twenty-Three

Grace

Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of my room, my stomach is full of nervous flutters and my palms are already sweating. Groaning, I grab my phone off the dresser and pull up the group chat I have with my sisters and Charley.

Me: Guys, this is crazy.

Charley: Girl, if you don’t show us right now *knife emoji*

Georgia: I’m with Char. Let’s see the goods.

Biting back a smile, I switch over to my camera app and position myself in front of the mirror again, popping my hip out and throwing up the millennial peace sign before snapping a picture and attaching it to our text thread.

Me: This, but with the coat over it.

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