Page 22 of Trusting Fate (Hope Falls: Brewed Awakenings 2)

A grin split her full lips and she brushed her hand up his arm and over his shoulder. “Okay, now it’s your turn.”

Her eyes met his with a boldness that stole his breath away. He felt his chest tighten painfully with arousal. Actually, his entire body tensed as all the blood that hadn’t already migrated south rushed to his groin.

As much as he’d love to have “his turn” there was no way that he wanted Grace to think that this was a quid pro quo situation. She didn’t owe him anything. He’d more than enjoyed, and felt honored actually, that she’d trusted him and that he’d been able to bring her pleasure.

“We don’t have to do anything else,” the gravel in his voice was the audible reminder of just how tense his body was.

“I know that,” she said with a confident, sexy smirk that had his dick getting even harder than it was. Her fingers traveled back down his arm, her feather light touch grazing his bicep and forearm sending a shiver of awareness through him. She stopped when she got to his wrist and wrapped her fingers around it. With a gentle tug, she lifted his hand up and brought the finger that had been nestled between her legs to her mouth.

“What I don’t know,” she continued, her breath fanning his forefinger which was still damp from her juices. “Is whether you want me to use my hand,” she gripped her fingers tighter around his wrist, “or my mouth.”

He watched as her lips wrapped around the tip of his finger and she sucked his digit into the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue licked along the backside of his finger and his dick throbbed with painful anticipation. When she added his forefinger to the mix and deep throated them both, a primal groan escaped his mouth.

When she pulled them back out, never breaking eye contact, a satisfied grin spread on her beautiful lips. “Mouth it is.”

“Fuck,” he gritted out as his cock swelled painfully in anticipation.

“Sorry, no. We will not be doing that. But I think this will take the edge off.”

That same sexy, satisfied grin remained on her lips as she scooted down and forced his legs apart as she kneeled between them.

His head was resting on one of her bags as he stared down at her, sitting on her knees, her hands roaming up and down his bare thighs below his boxer briefs. His hard-on was barely contained by the cotton barrier of his underwear and each stroke of her fingers and palms had it twitching for attention.

When she moved her hands up over the top of his thighs to the waistband of his boxers the side of her wrist grazed his straining erection, and even through the cotton barrier the barely-there touch sent a surge of arousal shooting through him.

He hadn’t had sex in a year and he hadn’t jerked off in the past few days he’d been travelling. He really hoped that he didn’t embarrass himself by coming in his shorts before she even touched him.

“You have a scar,” she commented as her fingers ran along the quarter sized raised skin on his torso.

“I was shot.”

“When you were in the Marines?”

“Yes.”

With sweet gentleness, she leaned down and pressed her mouth to the area. Other women had been impressed by his scars, why he had no idea. Apparently, they were sexy to some people. Some women were turned on, others felt sorry for him.

Grace was not reacting in either of those ways. She was treating it with a tenderness that caught him off guard.

After placing several soft kisses over and around it, her eyes lifted to meet his and she said simply, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

The sincerity in her voice and statement had another organ in his body swelling, his heart. The opposite sex had always been attracted to him. In fact, out of his three brothers, who were all over six foot, athletic, and very attractive, he’d always been singled out as “the hot one.”

He was very used to getting attention from females, he’d been getting it since his first day in preschool when Julia Meyers ran across the playground and kissed him. He’d been shocked, but not at all mad about it. Even at the young age of four he’d thought girls were pretty, and they smelled nice.

But there was something different about Grace. She looked at him in a way that no one else ever had. Maybe it was that she wasn’t just looking at him, she was seeing him.

His head was swimming with the emotions she was stirring up in him but all that cleared when he felt her hand move lower and graze his throbbing erection. The thin material heated in her palm as she cupped his manhood and rubbed up and down his length.

He tightened his jaw and he inhaled through his nose when he felt his balls tingle and tense. There was no way he was going to blow his load by her basically giving him a dry-hump-hand-job.

Thanks to his genetic anomaly, he’d always had so much control when it came to his body. With every other woman he’d been with, he’d been able to last as long as he’d wanted to.

Easton had no idea if his abnormal response to her was due to the circumstances and that’s what was turning him on so much. He’d just met this incredibly beautiful, smart, sexy woman and they were stranded together in a snowstorm, nearly naked in the back of her SUV. It was a male fantasy come to life.

He wanted to believe that was it. It was just the X-rated nature of what was going on. But deep down, he wasn’t convinced it had anything to do with the circumstances at all. It had to do with Grace. He had a feeling that he’d be this turned on no matter where they were, how long they’d known each other, or what state of dress they were in.

A flash of the two of them old and gray popped in his mind. They were sitting in rocking chairs on a porch and she looked over and smiled at him.

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