Текст книги "The Unidentified Redhead"

Автор книги: Alice Clayton

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Chapter Twenty

When I woke up, it was like Christmas morning. And by that, I mean I was so excited to drive to Santa Barbara and have the hotel sex that I began jumping on the bed, singing a happy tune. Jack was, of course, still sound asleep, and he groaned from his place beneath the covers. I continued to jump, and sang, in a tune that sounded oddly like "A Tisket A Tasket."

"A shagging, a shagging, I'm going to get a shagging!"

Jack was under the covers, still groaning. I poked him with my toe, standing over him in a victorious pose. "Hey, get up! Get up! I thought you said the shagging would begin today," I teased, taking my toe and pulling the covers down slowly. I revealed a creased forehead, knit together eyebrows, glaring eyes, and a frowning mouth. As the reveal continued, however, I saw a strong chest, slim hips, my favorite trail this side of Appalachia, and…hello lover. A Morning Missile. His eyes said no, but his wood said yes.

My eyes widened at the sight, and Jack arched his back as he stretched, making it poke further at his boxers. I bit my lip in unrestrained lust. I couldn't get sidetracked or we would never make it to Santa Barbara.

"Hey, George…let's go, let's go! Get up!" I prodded, humming my original shagging tune.

"Grace, stop it," he warned, trying to retrieve the covers from underneath my bouncing feet.

"George. George. George," I chanted with each bounce. He glared at me again through sleepy eyes.

"Grace, I'm warning you," he scolded.

"And I'm warning you, man. You said you'd shag me today," I repeated, now bouncing harder than ever. The bed was squeaking, inappropriately.

"I'm gonna spank you today if you keep that up," he intoned. "Now seriously, stop all that bouncing about. I won't tell you again."

His eyes darkened as they looked at me now fully, standing over him in my white Polo button down, hair messed from sleep, eyes sparkling. I started to bounce again and he warned me one last time.

"Grace." He was talking to me as if he was my dad…hmmm…my daddy…did he want to play Who's Your Daddy?

I bounced. He moved like a cat and caught me in midair, pulling my legs out from under me, making me land flat on my back and knocking the wind out of me. He straddled me while I struggled to catch my breath between giggles.

"Grace, you need to calm down. We can't leave for Santa Barbara yet."

"Why the hell not?" I asked, trying to fight him off. He would have none of it.

"First of all, because you have not packed," he began.

"I plan on being naked most of the time," I answered quickly.

"Secondly, the hotel won't even check us in until noon."

"We can do it in the car," I quipped, trying to get my hands free so I could grab onto him. I was more persuasive when I could touch him. He knew this, and so he kept both of my hands high above my head, pinned to the bed.

"Thirdly, has it escaped your attention that it isn't even 6:00 a.m.?"

I stopped cold. I looked at the window and noticed the sun had barely risen. The freaking birds weren't even chirping. And I was bouncing on the bed like a mad woman singing about an upcoming shag. I looked from the window back to his face, now fully awake and glaring down at me, but not without a hint of humor.

Gulp.

"Sorry, I didn't realize how early it was. I guess I'm a little anxious." I grinned, feeling the blush start to creep in when I thought about how silly this was.

"Crazy," he said, shaking his head at me. He pulled me up and pressed me close to him. I let my hands come up to his shoulders and hugged him tightly. We embraced for a moment, his hands tracing up and down my back. I breathed in his scent, amplified by his sleepy time heat. Pipe tobacco, chocolate and Hamilton.

"Is it crazy that I can hardly wait for tonight?" I whispered in his ear, feeling my heart damn near beat out of my chest.

"Me either," he whispered back. He pulled away slightly, pressing his lips to my cheeks and then my lips.

"Now, Grace, for the love of God, can we please get a few more hours of sleep?" he sighed, pulling me back down with him.

"You can sleep, but I need to get packing. You still need to pack, too. What time should I get you up?"

"I'm already packed, my bag is in the car." He yawned, tugging at my hair, trying to get me to lie back down next to him.

"You already packed? You mean we could have left last night?" I shrieked. He covered his ears.

"Grace, we'll leave in a few hours," he placated. "Pipe down, woman, and bring me those tits. You know I can't sleep without a handful." He chuckled, succeeding in pulling me close enough to get a hold of me. I giggled, and let him slip his hands beneath my shirt, tucking in next to him again.

His fingers roamed for a few moments, as was customary, sweeping across my nipples until they were sufficiently hard. He always did this until I sighed, and arched into him a little before he settled in. He would sneak one arm under the pillow and me, and the other arm he would drape over my hip and up under my arm, cupping me and pulling me tightly against his chest until I was in a Hamilton Sandwich. His mouth would always return to mine for one last kiss and then I usually got another one right behind my ear as his head nestled on the pillow behind my own.

There was one more favorite Jack's Happy Sound, that gentle contented hum, and then within a minute or two, I knew he was back to sleep. I lay quietly, surrounded by the man that I didn't even know a month ago.

I couldn't wait for tonight…

***

I finally got his ass in the car by ten-thirty. I had lain in bed with him until I knew he was sound asleep again and then I packed as quietly as I could. I snuck into Holly's room when I knew she'd be up and we powwowed briefly about what lingerie I should bring…slutty or sweet? I brought some of each.

I woke him up precisely at nine, actually dragging the covers down and leaving him curled in a ball. He was a little grumpy this morning, but when I quickly flashed him a boobie, he got right up. Then he tried to get up, ahem, but I killed all that noise real quick. I told him to conserve his energy, as he would be needed it later that evening.

I hadn't looked forward to an event as much since the New Kids reunion concert, and that was an all time high.

We ate a quick breakfast at the house, cold cereal and fruit. I refused to spend any time cooking when we could be on the road. He ate with agonizing slowness, chasing his Honey Nut Cheerios around with his spoon. When he started having a conversation between himself and the leftover O's, I took away his bowl and dumped it in the sink. He laughed at my eagerness and finally relented.

"Ya know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were stalling," I teased, shaking a finger at him while he slowly sipped his juice.

"I'm not stalling, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Grace," he answered back, selecting his banana with uncommon diligence.

"I think you are stalling. Are you worried about tonight? Are you having a little performance anxiety there, big guy?" I asked, grabbing the banana and making obscene gestures with the fruit.

"I hardly think so. I'm just enjoying watching you squirm. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a bit randy," he joked, letting his arms wrap my waist.

"Randy? Hell no, we're way past that. I need to get pounded, and you're the guy that's going to do it," I said severely, pushing him towards the stairs, holding the banana like a light saber. "I got a hole that needs fillin', a field that needs plowin', and a stocking that is aching to be stuffed."

His eyes widened at my words and he arched an eyebrow. "That's crude, love," he quipped, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Now get the hell up those stairs, get in the shower, wash your kibbles and bits, and then drive my randy ass to Santa Barbara so you can make me see God," I finished, my voice rising to a fevered pitch as I forced him with the banana to walk backwards up the stairs. He laughed the entire time and finally went into the bedroom, still shaking his head.

That little fucker was playing with me. I might have to drive.

***

We were driving up the coast, top down, shades on, music loud. It was another one of those perfect Southern California days, temperature in the mid seventies, no clouds and bright sun. The ocean was to our left as we drove north along PCH towards Santa Barbara.

There was an open bag of Chex Mix between us. We passed Wheat Chex and Melba toasts back and forth, enjoying our time together. Every so often, the thought of leaving for New York would flit across my mind, but I would firmly push it aside. We had limited time left before my move, but I would spend every second of it being present, in the here and now, loving this man next to me.

I was very skilled in the art of pushing things aside.

His right hand set up camp on my left knee. I had worn shorts for just this reason. Any opportunity for his skin to touch mine was gladly accepted. I watched him as he drove, hair blowing, sunglasses on. He hadn't shaved that morning…I hadn't given him enough time to do so. I'd stood outside the shower while he was in there, threatening to flush the toilet if he didn't get a move on. He'd tried to get me to shower with him, as was now the custom, but I steadfastly refused, knowing we'd be incapable of showering together without some hanky panky.

His profile was stunning as always, strong jaw, chiseled cheekbones, sweet lips. He turned to me, catching me staring, and his upper lip curled in that sexy smile I loved so much. "What's up, Crazy?" he asked, bringing my hand to his lips for a kiss.

"Just watching you. I'm burning this into my brain. Us, together," I answered, brushing back the hair from his face. "Jeez, I'm schmaltzy today!" I exclaimed, leaning back against the seat, tucking my legs beneath me, laughing at my own triteness.

"I don't think so. I've been doing a little brain burning myself. What am I going to do without my Nuts Girl?" he asked, sounding more serious than I think he meant to. We were both thinking about it, even though I promised myself I wouldn't.

"I know! Who is going to make you watch Golden Girls?'" I teased.

"Who is going to make sure all the shampoo is washed out of your hair?" he teased right back.

"Who is going to keep you stocked up on FatBurger?"

"Who is going to dump niblets in your knickers?" he deadpanned.

"Whose boobies are you going to hold while you sleep?"

"Who is going to listen to you snore?" He chuckled.

"Hey, I don't snore!" I yelled, turning to him and giving him a light slap on the face.

"Fine Grace, you don't snore," he said sarcastically, shaking his head. We were both quiet for a minute.

"Seriously though, will anyone be listening to you snore? I mean, in New York? Do you think you will…I dunno…be snoring for anyone else?" he asked, turning the banter into something serious. He looked nervous, but was covering well.

"Well, will you be holding anyone else's boobies while I'm gone?" I asked quietly, my mind immediately thinking of this Marcia.

"I asked you first," he said.

"Well, I would like to make it clear that while I officially do not snore, the answer is no. I don't plan on snoring with anyone else while I'm gone," I said, nervous now myself. This was the first time we had discussed, really discussed where this was going.

He was quiet and I could see his jaw relaxing. He'd been quite tense.

"And?" I asked.

"And what?" he asked back.

"What about you? And holding boobies? Will you be…holding…anyone else's boobies?" I could barely breathe. This was a twenty-four-year-old guy who could have practically anyone he wanted. Could I really be asking him if he was planning on monkhood while I was gone?

Yes, you are asking him, and he owes you an answer.

I waited.

"Grace, I think I can honestly say, with no second thoughts, that there isn't another pair of boobies on the planet that I'd rather have in my hands than yours. Sleeping or otherwise," he stated, with a glance at my chest.

I got it.

"Oh, baby, you say the sweetest things," I cried in a sickly sweet voice, launching myself across the seat at him, smacking his cheek with a wet kiss.

"Blech, don't call me baby, you have enough nicknames for me already," he teased, crisis averted.

"Oh, suck it, Sweet Nuts," I taunted

"Now, if Jessica Simpson happens to fall on me and I have to steady her by holding on somewhere…" his voice trailed off.

I gave him a wet willy.

We laughed, turned up the stereo, and drove on up the coast. I hoped we could keep the promises we just made.

***

We pulled into Santa Barbara just after noon, and as the tiny streets wound through the trees, I finally realized where we were staying. The Four Seasons Biltmore was a famous resort and I had stayed here once when Holly and I first moved to California. It was Spanish in its architecture, with a classic Californian open feel.

We pulled around to the front, the valet got our luggage, and when Jack checked us in, I was pleased to note that we were staying in one of the cottages right on the ocean. I raised my eyebrow when I thought about the extra privacy this would afford us, and he winked at me.

"I wanted you to be able to scream as loud you wanted to, Crazy," he whispered, green eyes smoldering. I could feel my body warming just listening to him tease me.

"Will someone be making me scream?" I asked in my own whisper, pressing my lips to his neck, while the desk clerk coughed discreetly.

"Count on that, love," he answered, his hand sneaking down to my bum and giving it a squeeze. I giggled in anticipation as the clerk handed over our keys. We began to make our way in the direction of the cottages, kissing deeply, when I heard a woman's voice say,

"Well well, what have we here?"

I turned to see a pretty blonde, standing with a tall, brown-haired guy who obviously worked out a lot. They were both smiling at the two of us pawing each other in the lobby. Jack's hand gave my bum one more squeeze, and then broke away. He smiled back at them, shaking the guy's hand and giving the girl a hug. A hug, I noticed, like one you would give your little sister.

"Lane, Rebecca, this is Grace," he said, pulling me back against him as I shook their hands. They seemed to be eying me up and down in an amused way, but it was not unpleasant. I got the sense immediately that they were approving. Which was a nice change of pace.

"Gracie, you would know them better as Isaac and Penelope." He smirked, introducing me to the other two main characters in the film. Lane I already knew I liked, he was grinning big. Rebecca was appraising me a little more carefully, woman to woman. She played the love interest in the film, and I was curious to see the chemistry they had off set.

"It's really nice to meet you. Are you staying here as well?" I asked, noticing that Lane was eying my chest appreciatively and giving Jack a high five. Rebecca laughed kindly at the two of them, and answered, "Yes. We have the photo shoot tomorrow, so a few of us decided to come up a day early." She smiled at me, a bit more warmly this time, and I got a gut feeling I was going to really like her.

"I must say, Grace. I don't know why Hamilton was keeping you such a secret. You're hot!" Lane burst out as Jack rolled his eyes at him.

"Thanks, Lane. I do have a pretty sweet rack." I laughed as Jack blushed and shook his head at me, eyes closed. I could tell he was pleased I was getting along with his cast mates so quickly.

"So, what are your plans for the afternoon? We were just going to get some lunch, you should join us," Rebecca offered.

"Well, actually, we were going to get settled in our room and then maybe just order in," Jack said, pulling on my hand and squeezing it.

"We would love to come!" I interjected, smiling at both of them. I saw Jack's expression out of the corner of my eye. It was now my turn to stall. Just for fun.

We all agreed to meet in the oceanfront restaurant in fifteen minutes. We said our goodbyes and headed for our cottage. As we walked down the cobblestone pathway, he looked at me incredulously.

"What happened to not being able to wait for the shagging? I thought we were going to spend some time inside today," he asked, shifting my overnight bag to his other shoulder so he could tuck me into his side as we walked.

"Well, I want to spend some time with your friends while I can. Besides, after how much you teased me this morning about my, what did you call it, randiness? Now, I'm going to make you beg for it," I stated matter-of-factly as we walked up to the front door.

He looked at me carefully for a moment and then opened the door with the key. He let me walk in before him, and when I entered, I was struck by how lovely and romantic this cottage was. Fireplace, private patio, ocean view, and I could see a scrumptious king sized bed beckoning from the bedroom. All of this I noticed in the seven seconds it took him to close the door, spin me around, lift me off my feet and press me back up against the door.

His eyes burned into mine as he ravaged my neck with his tongue. The suddenness of his attack left me breathless. He bent his head to my ear and bit at my earlobe.

"You want me to beg for it, Grace?" he whispered.

"Uh huh," I managed to get out, beginning to lose focus. He forced my legs to open and wrap around his waist and I could feel him, grinding hard against me. A soft moan escaped me.

"I'm begging you, Grace. I'm begging you to let me kiss your sweet tits." His tongue dragged from the top of my cleavage to the base of my neck. "I'm begging you to let me nibble on you." He ground hard against my core, eliciting a louder groan from me. "I'm begging you to let me taste you." He held me up against the door with the strength of his body alone, one hand snaking beneath my shorts and finding me instantly, pressing down hard. I chanted his name. "And I'm begging you to let me sink in, feel you wrap around my cock as you come over and over again," he finished, bringing me to the fastest orgasm I have ever experienced. I screamed his name, still pressed up against the door. The combination of his hand and the words he just spoke in that damnable accent was too much, and I came again, softer but more deeply than the first.

I loved me some Hamiltonian Dirty Talk…

He backed away, eyes almost black, licking at his fingers. "Now, we'll see who's begging later." He smirked, watching my dazed expression harden into something much more determined. "Let's go keep that lunch date you insisted on, love," he said, putting his sunglasses on and grinning at me cockily.

"Gah," I managed, eyes crossed and legs doing the shimmy shake. This was going to be the longest day of my life.

***

We ate lunch with Rebecca and Lane and I listened to stories about filming. It was interesting to see Jack with his friends. We had spent so much time wrapped in our own little ball of bliss that it was nice to interact with others.

Jack told them, with pride, about my show in New York, and though his voice was tinged with a sadness only I would notice, he was unquestionably my biggest fan. When Lane brazenly asked how we were going to work a cross-country romance, Jack simply smiled, kissed my hand, and answered, "We'll figure it out as we go."

Rebecca obviously adored Jack, and vice versa. I felt good about leaving him with such a good friend. Lane had starred in a fairly major movie earlier in the summer, and there were already a group of women at a nearby table that had recognized him. It didn't take long before Rebecca and Jack were recognized as well, and they finally approached the table after much giggling. Once there, Lane showered them with hugs. He really was a natural at this. Jack was a little more reserved, as always. He really wasn't comfortable with his new fame but was taking it all in stride.

They discussed the photo shoot that was scheduled for tomorrow. It sounded like it would be good, but I wasn't sure if Jack was expecting me to tag along. I felt that Rebecca and Lane would probably be fine with it, but I didn't want to get in the way.

Jack kept his hand on my leg, on my arm, or twisted in my own hand the entire time. It was as if he hadn't heard a word Holly had said about keeping a low profile, and I loved and hated him for it. I was the one that would be crucified by the fans if there were more pictures of me. He really had no idea what an impact he had.

As the women giggled away and out the front door, I excused myself to visit the ladies room. Lane was heading out to the lobby to take a call, and so he walked me towards the front.

"So glad I got to meet you, you're a cool chick." He smirked, taking my hand and kissing it in a very debonair way.

"Yeah yeah, I bet you say that to all of Jack's girls," I teased.

"Nope, you are seriously cool." He winked, and left me to blush on the way to the bathroom.

Moments later as I headed back to the table, I saw that Jack and Rebecca were deep in conversation. Stepping deliberately behind a potted palm, I listened in. I had no shame…

"Twenty six? Twenty-seven? Is she older than twenty seven?"

He shrugged, his eyes twinkling.

"How old is she Jack?"

"I don't actually know. She hasn't told me, and I haven't asked. I have an idea though. I think around thirty, thirty-one maybe. I pinpointed it through all the Corey references, they were a dead giveaway…" he trailed off. It was as if he was talking to himself.

"Wow, she doesn't look like she's in her thirties," I heard Rebecca exclaim. She was my new favorite person.

He laughed loudly. "You bet your sweet ass she doesn't." He chuckled.

"Dude, you should see your face, you're like all glowy and shit! You're such a girl!" she yelled, and he laughed.

"I have always been a girl, you know this."

They joked for another minute, and then he recounted the story of us. Where we met, how we met, everything. As I listened, I watched him, and the way his face changed when he recounted something I said, or something we had done. I shouldn't have listened in, but I was glad I did. It gave me an interesting perspective into him, and how he was feeling about me. I was falling more and more by the second.

"And now, she got cast in this show, which is brilliant for her. But it's in New York, and she is leaving in a few days. Ah, the timing just sucks," he sighed, sitting back in his chair. His jaw was clenching as I could see him gnashing his teeth.

"Well, look, she won't be there forever right? And honey, with all the press you are about to do, you will be in New York all the time. Stop being such a pussy, Hamilton," she cried, as he smiled at her. They seemed to be great friends.

"I know, you're right. It's just, I can't tell what she wants to do about all this. I mean, I dunno, she just gets me, and I think, no I know she fancies me too. But she's getting ready to do this huge thing, it's so important to her and for her career."

"And you're not? Jesus, this movie is going to make you a household name! Maybe this isn't the best time for you to have a girlfriend," she stated, giving voice to the concerns I had been having all along. He was quiet at that.

Backing away from the palm, I reentered the restaurant, making enough noise with my flip flops to alert them to my presence and not that I'd been eavesdropping. Jack immediately grasped my hand and I brought his fingers to my lips, kissing them gently. I simply adored him.

By the time Lane had rejoined us and we finished with lunch, it was well past two-thirty, and Jack begged off on their offer for an afternoon sail off the coast, saying he had made other plans for us. I raised an eyebrow as I was unaware that he had planned anything.

As we left the restaurant, Rebecca pulled me into a hug. Surprised, but pleased, I hugged her back. "I'm so glad to have met you, Grace. You have no idea." She smiled.

"You too. I'll see you later?" I asked.

"Definitely," she answered.

Lane wrapped me into a bear hug, and as I laughed, his hands began to travel down to my bottom.

"Hey man, get your hands off my girl." Jack laughed, pulling me away gallantly.

"Jack, seriously, can't help it. That's one fine woman," Lane teased, smacking me on my butt. I jumped in surprise and Jack laughed.

"Next time you do that, I spank back," I warned, pinching Lane's cheeks…the ones on his face. We said our goodbyes and made our way through the lobby towards the spa.

"What're we doing now?" I asked, curious.

"I booked us a couple's massage. Nice, right?" he asked, nodding to the receptionist when we walked through the doors.

"Nice, right. You went all out this weekend, Mr. Romance. But I told you, I don't need all this. All I really need is you inside me, deeply," I teased in a whisper to his great consternation as the spa coordinator led us back to the couple suite. She gave us instructions on what to take off and what to leave on, if we wished, and then left us to disrobe. The suite was facing the ocean and we could see and hear the waves. I breathed in the salty air as Jack began to undress.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours, Hamilton," I joked, taking my camisole and pulling it over my head. I was wearing a new bra, one that he had not seen yet. White, lace, lots of cleavage.

Sweet and slutty.

His eyes darkened, as always, when he saw me almost naked, and I delighted in the little striptease that I now found myself performing. I slowly peeled my shorts off, turning to toss them on the chair to show off my white, lacy boy-shorts, similar to the ones he shredded the night before. He was in the process of taking off his shirt, but he had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my hands sneak around back and unclasp my bra.

"Now now, we're getting massages…no funny stuff," I scolded, slipping the bra down and tossing it at him. It hit him in the head and fell down over his face, looking like Weird Science. "But, the question is, do I leave these on or go ahead and take them off? Will I want her to massage me everywhere?" I let my voice trail off, slipping my thumbs under the bands on either side, pulling them almost off, but not quite. I was still covered while I debated. "Hmmm, I just don't know. What do you think, Jack?" I asked, pulling them a little lower, spinning to give him just a peek.

He quickly turned around, stripped his own clothes off down to his naughty bits, and dove under the blanket draped on his massage table. He pressed his face down into the pillow and I could hear him groaning. I laughed, finished getting undressed and slipped under the blanket on my table. We giggled for a few minutes, waiting for the massage therapists to come in, holding hands across the space between us.

For the next ninety minutes we relaxed, enjoying this treatment fully. Once we'd finished up, we dressed, and made our way back to the cottage. I didn't know what our plans were for the night. I had given up all control and was happy to let Jack lead.

I felt nervous as we approached the cottage, would we have the sex now?

Don't you want to have the sex?

Yes, yes of course. But would I have time to change into my sweetly slutty new lingerie?

Jack made up my mind for me when we got inside. "So, I'm going to leave you for a bit to get cleaned up and then I'll be back. I made reservations for us for dinner tonight, how does that sound?"

"Here at the hotel, I hope," I murmured, pulling him to me for a hug.

"Yes, here at the hotel. I figured it was safer that way, in case you get a little randy at dinner, we have a place close by," he teased, his breath warm in my hair as he held me tight. I would miss this, the hugging, the banter, the back and forth that was Jack and Grace.

I pulled back a little to look him in the eyes. "Thank you," I said.

"For what?" he asked, looking puzzled.

"For this weekend, it's perfect," I answered, kissing him softly on the mouth.

He kissed me back, slowly, lazily, fueling the fire that was always burning between us.

"You get a shower. I'll be back for you in a little bit," he whispered, backing away from me. I sighed as I watched him leave and then I began to prepare. I would be having hot hotel sex with Jack Hamilton before this night was through.

Thank God…

***

Within the time it took me to get ready and Jack to come back from whatever it was he was doing, I had managed to work myself into quite a frenzy. I was excited, nervous, frantic, frazzled, twitterpated…

Anything else?

Horny, crazy horny.

Damn straight.

I was wearing my favorite little black dress, cut low enough in the bodice to show my cleavage, enhanced by sparkle. Jack now refused to let me wear something low cut without a dusting of shimmer. I had twisted my hair up high on my head, letting a few pieces fall here and there in a carefully constructed do that said, "It's supposed to look like I just threw it up here, but it really took me an hour."

As I carefully dabbed perfume in all the right places, it struck me that I hadn't been this nervous when I lost my virginity the first time. Tommy Jenson, eleventh grade. His parents' basement on a blanket that smelled like camp. Young MC on the radio. It was quick and painful.

Ugh.

I was a Hamilton virgin and I couldn't wait to be deflowered.

Jack came to the bathroom door and knocked. He'd graciously given me this bathroom, using the other bathroom in the suite to get ready.

"Grace, you decent?"

"Pfft, like that has ever stopped you before," I teased, smoothing my dress one last time as I appraised myself in the mirror.

Hair? Nice. Makeup? Flawless. Skin? Glowing. Knockers? Up. Confidence? High.

I repeat, confidence is high.

I opened the door and saw him. Once again, he did not disappoint in a gray button down, black leather jacket, black pants and my favorite Doc Martens. And he was biting down on his lower lip…in an attempt to drive me crazy? Hell yes. I sighed and he sighed back at me, our eyes traveling over each other.

"Grace, did I tell you how sexy you are today?"

"Nope, tell me."

"You are so sexy. It's all I can do not to ravage you right here. Because I want you, Nuts Girl. I want you in the most desperate way," he whispered in my ear as he pulled me to him.