“I don’t think it’s possible to make you blush. You might not have had any practical experience, but you know what the hell you’re doing.”
He spread her legs and dropped down on top of her, then shifted them to their sides again, bending her knee so he could position himself against her sex. When he entered her, she leaned back to watch.
“I wish I could see where we’re connected.”
All he could think about was doing just that. “Next time I’ll make sure we’re in front of a mirror. So we can both watch me fucking you.”
She pushed on him, and climbed on top. “Or me fucking you.”
He grasped her hips, rolling her forward, then back, giving her clit friction. “Fucking each other.”
She gasped. “Yes. Like that.”
He cupped her breasts, plucked and teased her nipples until she rolled herself out lengthwise fully on top of him.
He felt encased within her, and as he thrust, she tightened around him.
“Oh, that hits me right in the clit when you do that,” she said, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“So you want me to do it again.” Which he did, and she moaned, which made him thrust again.
“Grant. Please.”
He knew exactly what she was asking for. The same thing he wanted. Within a few thrusts she was coming, and he’d held back long enough because the way she’d positioned herself squeezed his dick in the best way possible and he was ready to go off. He came, hard, powering into her as pleasure surrounded him.
After, they lay in silence listening to the crickets outside.
“If it wasn’t so damn hot outside and this bed wasn’t so small, we could hide out here all night.”
Katrina didn’t even lift her head. “We might have to. I’m not sure I have enough energy left to get dressed and make the walk back to the house.”
“Okay by me. I like you right where you are.”
She managed to lift her head. “Sweating on top of you?”
He smoothed his hand over her butt. “It’s a good spot.”
She finally sighed and climbed off. They got dressed and walked back to the house.
“Quiet in here,” she said as they entered the living room.
“I’m going to go check on Leo,” Grant said.
Katrina smiled. “Thanks for that. I’m going to head up and take a shower. I’ll check in on Anya before I do.”
He stopped downstairs. Leo was still playing games. Since it was nearing midnight, he told Leo he could play for another half hour. No more. Leo didn’t even balk, just nodded and said okay.
Grant shook his head as he grabbed a couple of waters to take upstairs. He kind of felt like a parent there for a minute, which was a unique position for him.
He had no rights to these kids. They were under Katrina’s care.
But he was beginning to care for them.
And for her.
They sure as hell didn’t fit his lifestyle, though. He’d been single for a long time. He’d had a few relationships here and there, but nothing serious, and none of the women he’d ever dated had kids. He came and went as he pleased. He had a lifestyle that was all about travel during the season. He didn’t have anyone who depended on him, and he liked it that way.
He was totally out of his element here, and yet the whole situation felt … normal. He was comfortable with Leo and Anya.
And he sure as hell felt good with Katrina.
But he knew better than to rush things, especially when kids were involved.
It was time to slow down a little, maybe reevaluate where things were in this relationship.
And he knew exactly what the next step was.
TWENTY-FOUR
KATRINA, ANYA, AND LEO SPENT THE FOLLOWING morning lazing by the pool. It was fun and relaxing and Katrina couldn’t recall the last time she had done absolutely nothing.
She’d checked her e-mail and nothing was pressing at the moment. There were a few e-mails from her business manager about booking jobs in the fall, but she’d look into those more closely when she got back home. No reason to rush into that when she could take a day off and enjoy hanging out with her brother and sister. It wouldn’t be long before they’d be headed back to school, she’d go back to work, and they’d see a lot less of each other. The time together today—and this whole week—was an unexpected gift.
She had Grant to thank for that.
He arrived home in the middle of the afternoon and told everyone to go change clothes because they were heading out to see the Arch.
The kids loved riding the elevator up to the top of the St. Louis Gateway Arch, and Grant obviously enjoyed taking them to the historical portion, telling them about how it had been built and all the history behind the expansion into the western territories. Katrina was surprised Anya and Leo paid such rapt attention.
“Now for the fun part,” he said after they left the Arch.
“What’s that?” Leo asked.
“Well, Six Flags, of course.”
Anya stopped. “Aren’t we a little old to go to the amusement park?”
Grant shot her a look. “Do I look old to you?”
“A little,” she said, offering up a saucy smirk.