Grace Anne

chapter 9



Grace sat across from Michael as they rode across town. He said he wanted to take her home and she couldn’t think of a single reason why he couldn’t. But she’d thought that Trace would be with them and he’d gone home with his grandparents instead. She wasn’t happy with the turn of events.

“You’re upset,” he said to her after a few minutes. “I didn’t tell Trace to go with them. I think my mother invited him to go and what little boy doesn’t want to spend time with their loving grandparents?”

She didn’t answer because she had no idea what kids did with grandparents. She didn’t know hers and she was pretty sure that her parents wouldn’t have let them go to stay with them anyway. There was too much they could have told them.

“Grace, come over here and kiss me.”

She glared at him and didn’t move.

“Okay, I’ll come to you.”

He slid across the expanse of the seat and sat beside her. Before she could react, she was straddling his lap and he was tugging at the zipper at the side of her dress. She grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked hard to stop him.

“Now that I have your attention,” she told him with another hard tug. “I want you to stop doing whatever you’re doing. I’m not going to sleep with you again and that’s final. Buy my building so that I can move on. I have too much at stake for you to be—”

She was suddenly on her back and he was over her. As he ran his hand up her thigh and under her dress she knew that she’d lost control and tried to think how to roll him off her and get out without him making her crazier with need for him.

“You’re very beautiful when you’re angry, did you know that?” he asked her as he moved his mouth along the column of her throat. “And when you’re pissed as you are now, all I can think about is how much I want to have you surrender to me, how quickly I can be inside of you.”

“Let me go, Michael. This isn’t happening.” She knew she was lying the moment the words left her mouth. “Get off me. You can’t keep doing this to me.”

“Yes, I can. You know it.” His hand was on her bare hip and, when he reached around and cupped her ass, she moaned. “You’re so responsive to me. My cock aches to be deep inside of you again. If you come for me I’ll make it worth your while.”

She thought she could gladly come with just the sound of his voice. He was moving his hand along her thigh again as he rocked between her legs. She wrapped herself around him as he slid his finger under her panties and into her soft folds.

“You are wet. And hot. I want to drink from you, Grace. Let me taste you when you come. Then I want to f*ck this luscious p-ssy until you come again and again.” He pulled away, opened his pants, and his cock sprang free. “See what you do to me? Christ, I’ve been hard since I came inside of you earlier.”

Licking her lips, Grace leaned up and wrapped her hand around him. He was hard and velvety soft. His cock was hot and smooth and there was a pearled drop of his cum just on the tip that she needed to taste. Leaning into him, she ran her tongue over his purple crown and gathered it into her mouth.

His hiss of approval made her adjust herself so that she could take him into her mouth. She had a moment of wondering why this man could make her want things she knew she shouldn’t when he laced his fingers in her hair and pulled her to his cock.

“Suck me, Grace. Suck on my cock until I can’t stand it any longer.”

She took him into her mouth and moaned.

“Christ.”

She wasn’t comfortable sitting the way she was, but found she really didn’t care. She ran her tongue along his length and cupped his balls in her fingers. The salty taste of him made her want more, but stopping what she was doing wasn’t an option right now. She was enjoying herself too much. When he pulled her head back by her hair she tried to go back to his lovely cock, but he pulled her again.

“I want to be inside of you. Right now. I want to f*ck you and fill you with my cum.” She moved back from him, but not before she took him into her mouth again. “Christ, you’re killing me.”

She lay back as he pulled her dress over her hips. Her panties, soaked though, were no match for him and she heard them tear. She closed her eyes to try and get control. She was so close.

When he didn’t move, didn’t take her, she looked up at him. He had the most beautiful face, she thought suddenly, and reached up to touch him. He kissed her hand as she ran it along his cheek. He looked at her as he slowly filled her.

She wanted to close her eyes again. Even as he rocked into her slowly she knew that things were never going to be the same. He was taking something right now and she couldn’t for the life of her take it back. Her heart was his. Even after such a short time together, she knew without a doubt that this man, over all the other men she’d known, was going to be more than just someone she had dinner with and maybe on occasion slept with. The handful of men she’d allowed in her bed was nothing to this one.

“Michael, please. I need you to take me.” She knew that what she was saying was more than just a simple f*cking; she actually wanted him to take her. And that terrified her more than the thought of her mother and her threats.

Leaning down, he took her mouth. The kiss was gentle yet hungry, soft but thorough. He was making her heart pound and her blood boil all while he was breaking her in two.

“Come for me, Grace. Come with me now.”

Her body reacted to his command immediately. She bowed up beneath him as he filled her. She felt his teeth sink into her neck, the hard bite of possession. Even as she came again from the short pain, she knew that she had to get away from him as soon as possible, before it was too late.

As he dropped onto her then rolled, taking her with him onto the soft leather seat, she thought maybe it was too late for either of them. She felt the tears fill her eyes and wondered why now? Why now, after all this time, did a man come into her life when she had to leave him to save him?

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Michael felt her tears, but didn’t comment on them. He wondered if he’d hurt her, but knew enough to know that the tears splashing on his chest had nothing to do with that. She’d changed; right before his eyes, she’d become more to him. Michael closed his eyes to the sudden terror he felt. The terror of knowing that Grace Waite was more than just a simple lay in the back of the limo. She was becoming more.

He held her until she started to stir. He let her go and watched her sit up and try to adjust her clothing. He grinned when she held up her panties to him and laughed when she tossed them at him.

“Those are a one of a kind, you know. I have no idea how much they sell for, but those particular panties were going to be featured in the next catalogue and now I’ll have to remake them. I hope you’re satisfied.” She sat on the seat and tried to run her fingers through her hair. “We can’t do this again.”

He didn’t say anything, knowing that, as soon as he got her to his house, it was indeed going to happen again. Only, this time, he was going to take her to his bed, not against the wall or the floor of a limo.

“Where are we going anyway? I thought you were taking me home.” She looked out the dark window and turned to him again. “Where are we?”

He reached for his pants before answering. Christ, she was going to be pissed. “I’m taking you to my house. You said that you were tired, and so am I. Frankly, I don’t think you and I could fit in your bed and do all the things I want to do to you in it.”

“Your home.” She said it so hard he looked up at her as he buckled his belt. “I told you I wanted to go to my house. That was where you said you were taking me. Turn this thing around right now and take me back to my house.”

He reached over and pulled her across his lap. His cock stirred beneath her and he knew she’d felt it. She looked at him wide-eyed and he kissed her mouth quickly.

“Sit still and maybe he’ll behave.” She tried to get off his lap, but he was stronger and he held her still. “I mean it, Grace. If you don’t stop squirming around I’m going to have to throw you down again and lick that luscious p-ssy of yours. I’ve not had the opportunity to taste you yet and I’m dying to do so.”

She looked so hurt he almost let her go. “Why?” she asked him quietly, and he knew she was asking for more than just why he wanted her again.

“I don’t know. You’re beautiful, but it’s more than that. You’re brilliant and fun to be with; you make me laugh, and you make me harder than any other woman I know. But why do I want you? I really don’t know.” He pulled her head to his shoulder and she let him. “Grace, please come home with me. I want to make love to you properly in a bed this time. And then in the morning, if we haven’t killed each other, we’ll talk.”

“I’m not going to stay, Michael. I have to leave before they find you. If they do, you’ve no idea what they’ll do to you. They’re evil and they’re…I can’t let anything like I know they’re capable of doing be done to you.”

He held her tighter. The thought of letting her go making him panicky. He didn’t understand it, but knew that if he let this woman get away from him that things, especially his life, would never be the same.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. Tonight, we’re going to make love, eat, make love and then, if we have the strength, make love again.” Her giggle made him smile. “I’ll even make you breakfast in bed if you don’t kill me first.”

“Okay. But tomorrow, we go back to our original plan. You buy the building and I move on. I have enough things to worry about without you making things more complicated.”

He nodded, not agreeing with her, but knowing that things were going to get really complicated and soon.

She laid in his arms the rest of the way to his house. They both must have fallen asleep because, when he opened his eyes, he realized they had stopped. He gently shook her awake and stretched when she slid to the other side of the seats. She looked good enough to eat all rumpled and sexy and he wanted her again, much to his amazement.

He reached for the door just as it was being opened. He grinned and wondered if the driver, Wells, had been listening for them to wake or if he was that good. As soon as Michael was out, he reached in for Grace. He looked over at Wells and winked as she stood beside him.

“Wells, my good man, I’d like you to meet Miss Grace Waite. Grace, this is my good friend, butler, and all around handy man, Timothy Wells. He’s been with my family for nearly fifty years.”

Wells took her hand and kissed it. “Good to meet you, miss. You and the boss here, you sure do make a very fine-looking couple. You two look like you could be models for them cake toppers at weddings.” He shook Michael’s hand before continuing. “Master Trace called, sir, and he said that he wanted me to fetch him home first thing in the morning. He said you promised him blueberry pancakes and sausage links. If you want, I can have him here around ten if you and Miss Waite will be ready for him by then.”

Grace buried her face in his shoulder and he lifted her face to his. He kissed her on the mouth as he turned to Wells. He didn’t want her to be ashamed that the household knew she was spending the night. “Ten will be fine. And please, have your wife make some bacon too.” Michael turned to Grace. “What do you want extra? Molly can make the best pancakes in the world and they’re so fluffy they need the blueberries in them to keep them on the plate.”

She looked at Wells. “I’m not a big fan of pancakes, but I’ll try hers. And blueberries are my favorite. Tell your wife I look forward to trying them.”

They walked into the house and he showed her around. The house had been a real buy and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. He’d gotten such a good deal on the house and the surrounding twenty acres that he’d had an office put in just so he could stay here some days instead of traveling to the city every day.

The front hall was the perfect place to start. The double wide staircase went up the first level and split off into two different directions. The stairs to the left led to the guest bedrooms and the one to the right to the family’s rooms. He bypassed the stairs in favor of the lower level, knowing that if he got her upstairs he’d never come back down again tonight.

“This room is what Molly calls the sitting room. I like it. It’s warm and if I want to have a fire, it’s easy to flip on the gas. And if you pull this wall away.” Michael reached over and moved the panel that slid into the wall beside it. “You can watch a little television or listen to the sound system. Trace and I spend a lot of time in here.”

“I can see why. It’s the kind of room you can kick off your shoes and lay back.” She wandered over to the set of windows that bracketed each side of the fireplace. “The view is amazing. I didn’t even know there were these kinds of places in New York.”

He sat in the overstuffed chair near the fireplace before saying anything. “It’s the reason we loved it so much. Trace wanted a yard like his grandma and I wanted the privacy that being out in the middle of nowhere could give you.”

She moved to the other door and into the dining room. He got up to follow her after kicking off his shoes. He knew he should pick them up, but was loath to leave her to discover his house on his own. She was talking to Molly when he entered.

“Oh no, miss, it’s no problem. I love to bake and having some reason to do so makes my day. Tim, he doesn’t appreciate a good baked bread, but the mister here does.” Michael walked up behind Grace as Molly continued. “The miss here was telling me that she liked the smell of my bread. I was telling her that I could make her blueberry muffins in the morning while you and young Trace have your pancakes. She was fussing at me not to do so.”

“Blueberry muffins with the sugar on top? Oh, Grace, you’ll have to have them. They’re only rivaled by her apple crunch. I hope you’ll bake enough for me to take to work on Monday.” Molly nodded and disappeared in the kitchen. He turned Grace in his arms and looked down at her. “She’ll make them anyway so you might as well decide to eat them now. You wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings now, would you?”

She glared at him. “Do you always get your way? I mean, it seems like you think you should so I’m wondering if you do. I’m not a pushover, Mr. Cunningham, so you’d better get that thought out of your head right now.”

“Are you hungry?” he asked her suddenly. “Do you think you could wait for, I don’t know…a couple of hours before you’ll need to eat again?”

“I suppose so, why?” He scooped her up into his arms and headed for the stairs. “What is wrong with you? Put me down this instant. Of all the—Michael Cunningham, put me down.”

He stopped halfway up the right flank of stairs and put her on her feet. He was glad for the wall behind her because, when he pulled her to him and rocked into her, she leaned back against it and lifted her leg over his hip. Lifting her up by her ass, he was glad when she wrapped both her legs around him so that he could walk and feel her p-ssy pressed over his raging hard-on. If he made it till morning he was going to be really surprised.

And if they made it downstairs again before ten, it was going to be a miracle.