Page 44 of Skid
“Did you have a good nap?” I asked as I helped her from the bench, and we walked inside.
“I did. Thank you. How long until we need to leave?” she asked as we walked into the kitchen, and I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
“We can get there whenever you like, darlin’. There is no official start time, more of a suggestion,” I admitted and drained half the bottle. “But we have about three hours until we need to start over. Is there something you want to do in the meantime?”
I wiggled my eyebrows at her, and she ducked her head, smiling deeply before she looked back up at me. “You said something about a hot tub?”
I offered her my hand, and she linked her fingers with mine as I tugged her through the living room and down the hallway. My bedroom was on the right, allowing the morning light to filter into the windows. There was a door on the left that opened to a private, enclosed deck on the side of the house.
Opening the door, I ushered Grace outside, and she gasped when she saw my private oasis. The six-person hot tub was near the house with a roof over the top to keep it shaded from the sun. A table with overstuffed chairs sat close to the fence separating this area from the main deck, and all around the space were lush green plants and twinkling lights. The lights were off, but when they were illuminated, it turned the area into a private wonderland, free from prying eyes.
“It’s beautiful,” she remarked as she looked over the banister at the lake.
“I’m glad you like it. Let me get the tub turned on so you can take a soak.”
Pushing a button on the side, I heard the tub turn on as I lifted the cover and steam rolled out. It looked inviting, and I glanced over my shoulder to see Grace leaning over the banister with her eyes closed as the sun shone down on her beautiful face.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and snapped a picture of her looking so serene before walking up to her. Gripping onto the banister on both sides of her, I stepped closer until I felt her lean against my chest. She inhaled deeply and released the pent-up breath as I placed a kiss on her neck.
“Thank you for bringing me here. I didn’t know how much I needed a break until this very moment.” Her words were soft, but I felt their hidden meaning.
“My home is your home, Grace. You stay as long as you want.” There was weight to my statement, and I hoped she felt it.
She turned so her back was leaning against the railing as she looked up at me, her blue eyes shining like emeralds in the afternoon sun. “What if I didn’t want to leave?” she asked, with playfulness and vulnerability in her voice.
I leaned over and whispered, “Then welcome home, baby.”
Smiling, I kissed her before leading her to the hot tub. “Do you want to grab your swimsuit?”
“Nope,” she replied before she spun her finger, and I turned away from her.
She removed her clothes and slipped into the water. Her groan made my cock lurch in my pants, and I turned to see her hidden under the turbulent waters with her head resting on the edge.
“This feels amazing,” she groaned, and I smiled.
“Can I join you?” I asked, and she bit her lip with a nod.
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it onto the table before pulling my shorts off and turning back to her. My cock wasn’t fully hard, but my desire for her was evident as I walked to the tub and slipped inside, sitting across from her. She had a blush on her face as I lifted her feet onto my legs and began massaging the bottoms. My hard length was bobbing against her toes, but she made no indication she wanted to move them.
Our skin was wrinkled when we climbed out an hour later, but Grace seemed to be moving better. I could see stiffness in her steps when she woke up this morning, and it pissed me off all over again. Those assholes were going to get what they deserved for hurting my woman, but for now, I would focus on Grace.
I made us a quick lunch, knowing the club was putting on a full spread for us. There was a worry that Grace would be overwhelmed with everything tonight, so when she got into the shower to get cleaned up, I sent Sadie a message.
Me:Can you make sure Grace feels welcome tonight? I don’t want her to get overwhelmed.
Sadie:Don’t be a dumbass. Of course, I’ll make her feel welcome.
Me:Thanks. She’s not fragile, but she is delicate.
Sadie:You really are a dumbass.
Me:Why?
Sadie:I’ll explain later. Gunner’s got the prospects setting the tables up in the wrong spot. I’ve got to go.
I shook my head, confused about what she meant, as I sat on the couch and surfed through the TV. Grace came out a little while later, and my mouth fell open as she entered the living room. She cut the shirt I gave her, showing slits along the back with no sleeves and a wide neck. It was tied at the waist, making it more fitted, and her jeans hugged her like a second skin. The boots she wore on the ride up finished off her outfit, and I swear I was looking at a wet dream.
“Do I look okay?” she asked with uncertainty in her voice.
