Page 4 of Grace's Revelation
“Okay, but if he comes back.” Dana pointed at me with a fork.
“911 to the whole crew.” I held my hand up. “I promise.”
I stole a piece of bacon from her plate. She glared, but continued eating.
My pussy throbbed from the delicious punishment it took last night. In those quiet moments between the stabbing, hate fuck, and blood, it was tender and sweet. It was Mase and Grace together again.
Cason and I had gotten along fine without him for all these years. We didn’t need him. We had plenty of family.
My hand travels down to my heart. It hurt, ached. My mind sick and twisted, tangled into a confused knot.
I loved him.
I always had.
When I looked into Cason’s face, I always would.
A couple weekshad passed since Mase and I crashed into each other and blew both our worlds into oblivion. I had been in a funk all week. Looking over my shoulder at every turn. I wasn’t sure what I feared more, him coming back or him not coming back.
The ladies made it back from Bikefest all in one piece. I knew I had to tell Anna, but I dreaded it.
She made me check in often, but didn't talk to me about Mase or how it felt seeing him. I was glad, I didn't want to lie to her.
Life got back to normal, but that didn't last for long.
I headed home late one night from the clubhouse. Coca and I put the finishing touches on a business plan for the security firm.
An unfamiliar bike sat in my driveway.
I scanned the area. The hair on the back of my neck stood at attention.
I parked next to the strange bike and grabbed the gun from my lower back. I climbed off and clicked off the safety.
“Put the gun away, Gracie.” His voice came from the side steps that led to the porch.
“No. I think I’ll keep it right where it is.” I clicked the safety back on, but held it in my hands. “In case some overly emotional asshole wants to put his hands on me again.”
I sidestepped around to get him in my sight.
He chuckled and dropped his head.
“I’m sorry, Grace.”
“For what?” I asked.
“For hurting you.”
“Which time?”
“Fuck, Gracie, put the gun down.” He rubbed his face. “I tried to stay away, but I needed to see you.”
He looked up.
The pleading in his tone, hit me in the chest. The pain and hurt bubbled around the corners of his usually bright eyes and it crushed my heart.
I had been warring with my conscious all week trying to figure it out, figure us out.
When I thought about the things he said to me, I thought about the sweet things he whispered in my ear, the dirty things that made my body shiver.
