Climbing Out (7 page)

Dee's hands slid into my hair and held me tightly to her, but she needn't have worried—there was no way I was goin' anywhere until I felt her come on my tongue.

She moaned, hissed and swore as my lips, tongue and teeth drove her crazy.

To watch her beautiful body arch as she yelled my name was something else. And it was something I would never get enough of. She was sexy—a real, hot piece of work.

Fuck.

I was in trouble.

“Grady, damn, Grady, I'm gonna come,” she moaned.

Jesus, I was pretty sure I was gonna come myself. What didn't help was that I was thrusting my cock into the bed, and the friction of it, as well as watchin' and tasting her, wasn't doing me any good. I was seconds away.

“Do you wanna come on my tongue or my fingers?”

“Hell...oh, God. Um, fingers. I want your fingers. Is that okay?”

“As long as I get to clean it all up with my mouth, it’s fuckin' fine with me, darlin'.” I pulled my face back and inserted my fingers back into her tight pussy. She groaned loud and sweet as my fingers drove back and forth and my thumb rubbed at her clit.

“Grady, fuck. Faster, babe. Oh, hell.”

Shit, she was so damn hot.

Her eyes met mine and that was my undoing. As she came all over my fingers, I pumped my hips into the bed and blew my load all over the sheets, causing both of us to cry out. After she'd come down, I removed my fingers, and she watched me and whimpered as I licked them clean and then bent my head to clean away all her come with my mouth and tongue.

I got up on all fours, and made my way back up so I was over her where we'd started.

“Now it's your turn.” She grinned.

I felt my cheeks heat and I knew she'd seen them, because her eyes widened a fraction. “Too late, darlin'. Watching you and your hot body move under my face and fingers had me shoot my load onto the bed like some fuckin' eager teenager.”

Her mouth opened in shock. She threw her hand over her mouth to cover the giggle that escape, but it was too late; I'd heard it.

“You laughin' at me, woman?” I mock-growled. She nodded and rolled to her side, though she shouldn't have, because now I had the chance to smack her arse good and hard.

She stopped laughin' straight away and ended up moaning. “Fuck me. My darlin' likes rough play,” I groaned.

She looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Wanna try again, Mr Teenager?”

I rolled to the side and pulled her close. She rested her head on my chest. “Jesus. You're gonna kill my old body.”

“Don't say that.”

She sounded so serious I brought her head up with my hand under her chin to see the look on her face. She had said it with a sombre expression.

“Darlin'?”

“Please...fuck. Just don't say shit like that. I-I can't have you dying on me too.”

Stupid fuckin' dick—that’s what I was.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

“Great.” she hit my chest. “Now I've put a downer on what was the best head-job in my whole life.”

I grabbed her hand and said, “No, you haven't. And seriously, best?”

“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. There still could be better out there.”

I rolled her on top of me so she lay flat along my body. My dick went straight to attention, but I wasn't gonna start anything again tonight. We needed to take this slow.

Instead, I smacked her arse again and growled at her lips, “You have been good and fucked by my mouth and fingers, darlin'. No one, and I fuckin' mean no one, is gonna have a chance to do the same while I'm in the picture.” I squeezed her arse in my hands. Her eyes widened. “You get that, darlin'? No one. Because I plan to stick around for a long fuckin' time. Now that I've tasted you, I want nothing else.”

“Even if this scares you?” she uttered.

It was my turn for my eyes to widen.

How in the fuck had she known?

She sighed and laid her head on my chest. “It scares me too, Grady,” she whispered.

Well damn.

Deanna

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S
tretching in the morning after a good and proper tongue lashing felt great. I reached over to the side Griz...Grady occupied last night with a smile on my lips, only to find it empty.

It was then I heard voices and the TV coming from downstairs, because my bedroom door was open. I realised then that Blue, Stoke and Killer must have fixed my bedroom door, as well as moving Grady and Swan in last night. That was nice of them.

Oh, hell, when did I ever fuckin' think nice things?
It was happenin' already. I was—and felt—less bitchy. I wondered what would happen to me if I truly got fucked by Grady.

A laugh escaped me. I couldn't wait to find out.

After stretching again, I then ripped the sheet from my naked body and got out of bed. I headed straight for my en-suite and started the shower.

Though, maybe I shouldn't have had a shower first. Maybe I should have gone downstairs to see Grady instead, because now, as I washed my blonde hair, I had more time to second guess...everything.

What would happen if things had changed for him? What if he didn't really mean what he said last night?
No, it wasn't a dream. He had said he wanted something to start between us.

But then, what happens if this—us—did start...seeing each other? There was Swan to consider in this. It wouldn't be just a relationship with Grady, but his daughter as well.

I wasn't good enough to be around her.

Was I even good enough for
him
?

Fuck. Now I felt like shit, and mean. Maybe I shouldn't have started anything last night.

Crap.
I just didn't know.

There was only one way to decide—go down and face the music. I’d learn how he would be with me and see if he wanted me around his daughter.

I turned off the water and got out of the shower. After quickly drying myself, I dressed in black slacks and a white shirt; I had to get to work at the library in two hours. With wet hair hanging loose and bare feet, I made my way downstairs.

Walking into the lounge, I found Swan sitting on the carpeted floor playing with two dolls and some blocks, while some cartoon played on the TV.

What was I supposed to do, keep walkin' or talk to her?

I need to grow some balls.
So I walked over to her and sat down beside her.

“Morning, Swan.”

She looked up at me and smiled shyly, and then went back to her toys.

“Do you wanna build something with me?”

She shook her head and pointed to something on the other side of her—books. I reached over and picked one up. “Do you want me to read this to you?”

She nodded. I could do that. I read
Spot Bakes a Cake,
and then we moved on to another Spot adventure. But when I started
Whose Nose
, that was when Swan moved to sit on my lap, and my heart constricted when she rested her head against my chest.

After her last three books—all
Hairy Maclary
ones, which I loved—she looked up at me, smiled and uttered in such a soft sweet voice, “Ta.”

I helped her hop off my lap and back onto the floor, and then said, “I love reading, Swan. So maybe later, when I get back home from work, we can read some more?” She beamed up at me; I guess that was my answer.

Standing up, I turned to go and find Grady, only to see him standing in the kitchen-lounge doorway, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his black-teed chest.

Fuck, he was hot.

With a chin lift, he turned and walked back into the kitchen. I followed.

He was on the other side of the island bench, and once I walked in and over to stand on the opposite side, he said, “I was gonna come wake you. I'm glad I didn't have to...because what I saw in there—you with my daughter, reading to her—means more to me than you'll ever know.”

“Um.”

“Get your arse around here,” he ordered on a growl.

I got around there, and when I did, he pulled me against him and attacked my mouth like a starved man. I wrapped my arms around his neck and went on my tippy-toes to show him what he just said meant more to me than
he
would ever know.

He pulled away and looked down at me. “Fuck. You look hot, darlin', looking all professional.”

I grinned up at him and said, “You look hot yourself, biker-man. So hot, I'm wet already.”

He closed his eyes and groaned. “Shit, Dee. I want my fingers in you so much right now, just so I can taste you again.”

“It'll have to be later, babe. Now that Swan's awake, we have to be careful.”

He tilted his head back and let out a roar of laughter. I hit his chest. I didn't know what in the fuck he was laughing at, but I knew it was at my expense.

I tried to move out of his embrace, but he held strong, and after he'd calmed enough, he looked down at me with amused eyes. Though, they also held a sweet heat that had my hoo-ha convulsing.

“Darlin’, you saying that, wanting to protect my daughter makes me fuckin’ happy.” He grinned. “Makes me realise I was being a stupid dick being worried about our age difference. But most of all, what you just said turned me the hell on, and now I've got to have a taste before I take Swan over to Wildcat's.” With that, I found his hand down my pants and in my underwear. I gasped at the abruptness, and then whimpered when his eyes took on a wicked gleam as his fingers ran along my folds and then inserted into my already wet pussy.

“Hell, darlin’, I wish I had time to wet my dick with this,” he pumped his fingers in and out, causing me to moan, “with your sweet pussy, but I don’t, so this will have to hold me off.” He removed his fingers, and my eyes grew as I watched him raise his hand to his mouth to lick and suck my juices off. A growl escaped his chest. He closed his eyes in what looked like ecstasy.

“Jesus, Grady,” I hissed and whimpered. I was so turned on I needed a release, or I’d be one cranky bitch all day. “Please tell me you have time to fuck me. Tell me you’ll go drop Swan off now, come back here and fuck me hard and good.”

He smiled down at me and shook his head. “Sorry, princess, I’ve got shit I have to do, but at least I know you’ll be ready for me tonight.” He stepped back, slapped my arse and walked out of the room chuckling.

“You leave me like this and you won’t see anything tonight,” I yelled to him.

“Yeah, right, we’ll see,” he yelled back.

Yes, we would see.

Griz

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F
uck, it was so hard to walk out the door with Swan and not go back to screw my woman like she wanted. Hell—like
I
wanted. But as I said, I had shit to do, so after dropping off Swan at Wildcat's, I headed to the compound. Upon walking through the front door, down the hall and into Talon’s office, I knew he knew I’d be coming, because not only was Talon there, but Blue, Killer, Stoke and Pick were there also.

“I guess you already know what I want,” I said.

“I do, brother, ‘cause I’d want the same goddamn thing.” Talon nodded. “The brothers here all agree; we’re going with you in case it gets ugly.”

I looked to the group of men around me, fuckin’ proud and happy I had these men, these brothers, in my life. “All right, let’s do this. Let’s go see our old member for some answers.”

We all loaded onto our Harleys and left the compound to head across Ballarat to Lal Lal, where we knew Maxwell resided. He lived on a dead-end street, but a street that was busy with houses and families. Though, no matter where he lived and who saw us approaching, I still had to find the truth, and he’d better fuckin’ give it to me, or he’d soon be a dead motherfucker.

No sooner than we stopped out the front of his run-down brick home, the door was opened and Maxwell ran out to meet us on his front lawn.

“I heard; I heard. It wasn’t me. I had nothin’ to do with your woman’s death.” He held his hands up and out in front of him, shaking them from side to side.

“Funny, Max, how in the fuck do you know what we were coming here for?” I asked.

“People talk, brother. I heard. She had a party and we fucked, but that was it. I left and she was fine.”

Talon stepped forward. “This is not something we need to fuckin’ talk about out in public. In the house, now,” he ordered, and when that happened, people knew to follow. Maxwell turned and led us up the concrete path to his house. Stoke, Pick and Killer stayed out front, while Blue, Talon and I entered. The stench of pot, mildew and pussy filled our noses.