Climbing Out (11 page)

I reached over her, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up so her back was to my chest, all while still pumping into her twat. As I held onto her with one arm across her chest, I reached with the other and found her clit with my fingers. She whimpered and put her arms above her head, reaching to the back of my neck to hold on.

“Fuck, darlin'. Tell me you're close.” The more I played with her button, the wetter she became; I was sliding in and out of silk.

“I-I'm really close. Oh, God. Grady.”

I picked up speed and pounded harder into her. On a scream, she came undone and cried out my name. Two hard thrusts later, I came right along with her as her walls still clenched around my cock.

Deanna

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W
hat the fuck?

Griz woke me up the next morning, ordering me to get me sweet arse outta bed so we could get to the Wildlife Park. My body was so relaxed I didn't even bite his head off, and I was excited to go somewhere with both of them. I had such great sleep I hadn't even heard Swan wake at—what Grady told me—seven that morning.

By 10am, everything had gone to shit...literary.

Grady had paid for us at the door. We got bags of food to feed the animals given to us as we walked in through a little gift shop, and now I gaped up at Grady, who was pushing Swan in her stroller. It was a damn hot sight—a biker man with tats, wearing a short-sleeved black tee, his club vest over it and tight-ass black jeans. I was ready to lie on the ground, spread my legs and beg to have his cock in me once again.

Damn, I had totally missed the point and gone Grady-crazy instead. But that could be understood, I was sure.

Back to how everything went to shit...it was when we walked outta the gift shop and entered the Wildlife Park, where kangaroos and God-knows-what-else ran wild. There was shit—their
shit
—everywhere.

Now, I was no prim-proper lady, but
there was shit! SHIT
, people—everywhere. I was scared.

“Suck it up, princess. It ain't that bad.” Grady chuckled at my shocked, scared face.

“Grady, babe, I don't know where to step. Stuff it; you'll have to carry me. No, I’ve got it—I'll get in the stroller with Swan; she can sit on my knees.”

That was when Grady burst out with a deep, manly laugh, which turned me the fuck on. How could a guy’s laugh turn me on when I was surrounded by shit?

All right, okay, I may have over-exaggerated. There was shit everywhere, but once I saw how excited Swan was, I calmed my own freak-out down and watched as Grady let her out of the pram and walked with her over to the nearest kangaroo. He crouched down with Swan between his legs, and then proceeded to open the bag and show her how to place her hand out flat to feed the roo who had come right up to them.

The sight before me was amazing, and I wouldn't have changed it for anything else in the entire world.

“Dee,” Grady called, “get over here.”

I tentatively strolled over, worried I'd scare the roo away, but it took no notice of me. Grady grabbed my hand and pulled me gently down to crouch beside him. I looked down at Swan, and her smile of pure joy made my heart cry. She was beautiful.

Grady turned his head toward me and grinned. I knew my own smile matched his. It was fuckin’ wonderful. He leaned over and placed his lips upon mine for a quick kiss.

Besides the crap everywhere, it had been the best day I'd had in such a long time. We saw crocodiles, emus, turtles and so much more. There were also koalas; one I actually held—after Grady pestered me to—for a photo.

We ate lunch at the cafe there, and then after that, we entered the snake enclosure—which freaked me the hell out, all while Grady and Swan got close, pointed, smiled, laughed and learned about the ugly-looking fuckers.

By the time we made it home in the late afternoon, I was sure not only Swan, but Grady, was just as tired as I was from walking around the thirty-seven some-odd acres of the wildlife park.

After I threw the shitty shoes out the back, I went to get changed before starting something for dinner. I was in my walk-in closet when Grady found me standing in my underwear, searching through my clothes for something comfortable to put on.

“How's Swan?” I asked. “I'm just gonna get changed and get some dinner on for us. I'm sure she'd need an early night after the amount of walking she’s done today.” I was bent over, going through my bottom drawers when I felt heat at my back. I turned my head to the side to see Grady’s hungry eyes roaming my body. From the bulge in his jeans, I knew he liked what he saw.

In the next second, a gasp was pulled from my mouth as Grady's hand slid straight into my panties and into me.

“Fuck, darlin', how are you already wet?” he growled.

“Because I've been around you all day,” I answered truthfully. I went to stand, but his other hand went to my shoulder to hold me down.

“Stay,” he ordered.

Damn, his voice sent me wild. As his fingers slid in and out of me, he used his other hand to slowly pull my panties all the way down, and then before I could protest, he slapped my arse hard, ripping a moan from my throat. He then kissed where he had slapped; he was driving me insane and he knew it.

“W-where's Swan?”

“Downstairs, watchin' some girly cartoon show. So we have to be quick.” He turned, never removing or stopping his fingers from fucking me senseless, switched on the light and closed the door.

“Damn, you're beautiful,” he said as he pulled his fingers outta me, and they went straight into his mouth. Groaning and growling while he sucked my juices off his fingers, he used his other hand to undo his jeans and free his cock.

He stepped up behind me and slapped my arse again with both hands on both checks, causing another moan from my lips to erupt. As he rubbed his palm over the sting, he rubbed his cock through my wetness.

“Fuck, darlin', I can’t wait any longer.”

A whimper escaped me. I needed his dick inside of me now, too.

He must have known this, because one hand disappeared from my hip as he grabbed his dick and lined it up with my centre. A scream tore outta me as he plunged his thick rod balls-deep inside of me.

“Fuck, shh, princess. Shh.”

“Grady, Jesus. God. That felt so good.”

“Hell. Hold on to your ankles, darlin'. I won't let you fall, okay? But I gotta fuck you hard. So fuckin' hard. You trust me, right?”

Was he crazy? Of course I trusted him.

“Yes. Shit, yes.”

“Thank Christ,” he hissed. He pulled out of me and thrust back in hard and fast, but he didn't stop—he never stopped. He held onto my hips tightly as he entered me— in and out, over and over, again and again.

“God. Oh, fuck, Grady. Keep going. Don't stop.”

His breath escalated, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he filled me with his seed. But that was okay, because the all-too-familiar tingle started in the base of my belly, going lower and lower until...

“Oh, oh. Hell. Yes. Yes, Grady.”

“Damn. Fuck. Your sweet pussy is milking me, baby. Ah, fuuuck,” he growled as he slammed into me one last time, filling me with his hot come.

With him still inside of me, he reached over and pulled my exhausted body up, so my back was to his chest. “That was fuckin' perfect. Tonight, we go slower. I can't wait to eat you out, darlin'. Do not shower before it; I wanna taste us inside you.”

Holy hot, shit and damn—that was the fuckin' hottest thing anyone had ever said to me.

One week later

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Griz

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S
unday morning, I heard Swan making noises from down the hall. I turned my head to look at the clock on the bedside table. It was only six. Too fuckin' early, but I knew once she was fully awake, there was no stopping her. I looked down at Dee, who was curled up around my body. Her head was resting on my chest, an arm slung over my stomach and her legs were tangled around one of mine. I would’ve loved to wake her by fuckin' her hard and fast before Swan started crying, but there wouldn't have been time. Instead, I untangled myself; she sighed and shifted to roll on her other side.

She is so goddamn beautiful.

How in the fuck did I get so lucky?

And why in the hell did I spend so much time running from this, rather than takin' that leap and jumpin’ straight into it with her?

Though, now that I thought about it, if we had fucked when I wanted—when she wanted—it wouldn't have worked out like it had. We were too fucked up back then. At least, I knew I was. I still had Kathy to deal with; there was no time for pussy besides one-night stands. I guessed that was also another reason I held off. I didn't want Deanna to be just a random one-night pussy. Maybe I knew she'd be more.

Fuckin' glad I waited. Even if it near killed me the time we went head-to-head in Wildcat's kitchen, when I'd ordered her to stay in my room at the compound.

A smile formed on my lips just thinkin' of it. She’d told me, 'You’ll be tugging your chain every time you think of my arse.' And damn it if she wasn’t right. I couldn't count the times I'd jacked off thinking of her—her mouth, her body, her attitude.

Ever since the time I was walkin' away and she'd called me handsome.

I thought she was just teasing. Why in the hell would a young, hot bird like Deanna find me—an old, cranky guy—attractive. But the looks she'd given me and the small smiles told me that she was not shittin' me.

She did, in fact, want me, which shocked the shit outta me.

And now, here I was in a bloody relationship with her, and I couldn't be more fuckin' happy.

I moved my naked self from standing next to the bed, watchin' my woman like some trained puppy, to throwing on a tee and some cut-off track pants. After pissing and washin' my hands and face, I made my way down the hall to Swan's room.

When I opened the door, my eyes went straight to her crib. She was already standing up and smiling with a soft fabric doll in her hand.

“Mornin', sweetheart. You ready for some breakfast?”

She jumped up and down with her arms in the air, ready and waiting for me to grab her. I did, and in one swoop, I had my baby girl in my arms and we made our way downstairs. Once in the kitchen, I sat Swan on the bench next to me as I made her some porridge. It was her favourite—I would swear most kids thought it was gross; my girl couldn't get enough of it. Fuck, I even hated the taste of it—reminded me of paste.

I grabbed the milk out of the fridge and noticed we needed some more. A grin came over me, caused by the thought of Deanna, Swan and myself walking through a supermarket together as a family. That was something we had to do today.

After I’d finished getting Swan’s breakfast and tested that it wasn’t too hot for her, I sat the bowl with a spoon in front of her and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled up at me. I could honestly say these past few days were the happiest I’d ever seen my daughter. Even with Kathy, it’d been like she was too scared to do anything, never feeling secure enough to open up and be what I thought normal kids were like. Here though, she was more out there, full of smiles, touches and happiness. I reckoned it had a lot to do with the atmosphere, because Deanna was so...bright—not that I’d ever say that to her face—though it wasn’t just that. She’d welcomed us into her house—after we forced our way in, of course—and now if felt like this was our home.

Thinking of Deanna, I got the coffee pot ready, because I knew how much of a bitch my princess could be if she didn’t have coffee as soon as her feet hit the kitchen. Thank fuck we weren’t outta that, but we’d still have to stock up.

“Dadda,” Swan called. I turned from staring out the kitchen window to see that Swan had finished her meal and was waiting for me to get her out of her chair.

“You had enough, baby girl?” When she nodded, I shoved the bowl away, pulled her chair back and lifted her into my arms. “We’d better get you dressed,” I said with a kiss on her cheek.

As we were walking out of the kitchen, through the living area and to the hall that lead to the stairs, there was a knock on the front door.

I turned back and called, “Who is it?” but it probably came out more like an annoyed snap.