Let Me In (13 page)

“Uh hum.” Grant smirks, holding the handle of the drawer that is currently between his legs. I walk over, attempting to conceal my grin. Putting my hand on the knob, I start to pull the drawer open. “Are you sure that’s the handle you’re looking for?” he teases and I playfully roll my eyes.

“Well, it’s smaller than I’m used to,” I say and shrug my shoulders. I pull on the drawer, but Grant shuts it with his legs. “Um, the eggs are going to burn,” I inform him.

“You have to give me something to get it,” he says, leaning forward with his lips puckered out. I get on my tiptoes and kiss him. “Here you go.” He opens the drawer for me and hands me the spatula.

“You’re trouble,” I kid and he chuckles. I go back over to the stovetop and run the spatula along the inside of the pan, add my cheese, and then flip it all over before placing it on the plate that Grant has gotten out for me. Turning off the burner, I walk toward him, resting between his legs. I take a forkful and place it in front of his face. His mouth opens and I’m watching him so intently that I don’t notice he has a bite resting in front of me.

“Baby,” he says, and I place my mouth around the fork. He studies me as I take the bite off and then lick my lips. “Hot,” he murmurs.

We go back and forth, feeding each other until a string of cheese hangs from his mouth down to his bare chest and I lean forward, taking it into my mouth. I make my way up to his chin, wrapping the string of cheese around my tongue. After swallowing the cheese, I let my lips brush against his and he reaches behind me, grabbing my ass. I hold onto his neck and he pulls me up onto his lap with one firm tug. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his body and his hardness presses against me. He pulls me close, kissing my neck and moving to my ear. “I love you in my shirt, in my kitchen, feeding me,” he faintly speaks before sucking my earlobe into his mouth. A small moan escapes me and he pulls slightly away, “and moaning. I love you in my shirt, in my kitchen, feeding me, and moaning as I touch you. No night will ever compare,” he says.

“Well, then let’s up the ante, shall we?” I squeeze my hands between us, attempting to unbutton his pants.

Before I can get them unzipped, he wraps his arm around my waist and scoots us off the counter, holding me in place. He walks us over to the kitchen table, placing me on the edge. I give his pants a little push with my heels and they fall to the ground around his ankles.

I grab the hem of my shirt to take it off, but he places his large hand on my smaller one. “No, keep it on,” he requests and I nod my head, bringing him down to me. Gently, he pushes me down on the table and his hand runs down from the side of my face, between my breasts, across my stomach, until he finally reaches my sex. His finger skims along my hip and rests just outside my underwear line before he slips two fingers under them, teasing me.

My breath hitches and based on the smirk on his face, he’s enjoying my reactions. He slides my panties over and goose bumps hit me in waves across my body. The anticipation of him touching me becomes unbearable so I reach for him, but he grabs my hand and places it on the table. “This is all about you, baby, no touching. I’m hard just from pleasing you.”

“Please, Grant,” I whimper and he slowly inserts one finger into me.

“I love it that you’re always ready for me,” he says and I moan when he adds another finger.

His intense blue eyes bore into every part of me. I feel like he’s showing me everything inside of him. There’s sorrow, fear, but most of all love, filling them and making my heart yearn for him even more. I know it’s over…he’s the one for me. No one will ever come close in comparison.

His penetration jolts me out of the moment of extreme intensity and I instantly clench around him, absorbing the feeling of him inside me. He brings me to the edge of the table and I wrap my arms around his neck. He moves gently at first, easing his way into me, but quickly turns frantic. Thrusting into me and swearing, he tells me how good I feel and that he can’t get enough.

“God, I love your cock,” I say with a moan, securing my legs around his torso.

The ecstasy has gotten the better of us and there’s no way we’ll be able to slow the pace this time around. I start bucking my hips and he pushes into me, matching my speed. My hands roam downward and he clenches his ass harder each time. Our mouths are wild and desperate with one another while our hands feverishly try to grab everywhere at once. The anticipation builds fast and intense until screams echo throughout the room when I find my orgasm and he follows me a few seconds later.

I lie on the table, unable to move. “I take back what I said. Nothing compares to you in my kitchen, cooking and feeding me, dressed in my t-shirt, and then lying on my table, exhausted from me fucking you,” he teases and I reach up, pulling him down to me. “God, I love you, Jessa,” he tells me.

“I love you.” I place my hand on his now stubbly face. “Now, take me to your bed,” I instruct him.

“Anytime,” he laughs and picks me up, walking into the bedroom.

Grant

God, I’m hot…sweaty hot. Jessa’s naked body is wrapped around mine with the covers up to our necks. She must have gotten cold during the night. I grab her arm that’s draped over my stomach and quietly scoot away, gently placing her arm back onto the mattress. Luckily, she doesn’t budge.

Throwing my pants on, I walk out to the living room and see that the sun is already starting to rise. I grab my keys and shove my feet into my sneakers so I can go get our bags out of the truck. The cold wind relieves my heated body as it hits my bare chest, and I quickly jog down the steps to grab the bags from the cab of the truck. When I come back in, I see Jessa through the back window, admiring the view of the lake from the deck.

I drop our bags and head toward the door to meet her.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I exclaim after opening the door.

She turns around, giving me a dazzling smile. I could wake up like this for the rest of my days with no regrets.

“Good morning,” she responds, holding the blanket she has wrapped around herself out for me to join her and I do. “I missed waking up to you,” she says.

“I wanted you to sleep in. I got our bags.” I hold her close to me under the blanket, trying to keep us warm.

“Do we have to go home today?” she whines.

“Well, we have classes tomorrow,” I inform her.

“Let’s skip,” she jokes, knowing I won’t.

“I have to work too, but we have the whole day. We can go back late tonight.” If she only knew how much I wish we could stay here forever.

“I know…it just seems like one night isn’t enough.” She kisses my chest.

“Hey, we have spring break in two weeks. I got the time off from Barbells. We’ll have a full week together at your parent’s in Colorado,” I mention, hoping to give her something to look forward to.

“Yeah, with the rest of the band and Sadie. God knows what bimbos Trey and Dex might bring,” she laughs.

“We won’t have to worry about it; we’ll have our own room.” I lead her to the door, into the warmth. “Let’s start today off right. Shower?” I question and she smiles.

Jessa starts the shower and I make my way to the living room to retrieve our bags. By the time I make it into the bathroom, Jessa is already in the shower with shampoo resting in her hair, while she rubs soap all over her body. It’s so erotic, watching the water slide down her soapy body, I can’t help but stand here like a peeping tom. Watching her makes me so hard, I start stroking myself. She finally notices me and opens the shower door.

I make my way over and automatically push her against the glass wall. “Fuck me, Grant,” she says. I prop her body up, holding her only by her ass, and insert myself fast. After observing the private showing for a few minutes, I need to be inside her now. Once I enter her, she grips my shoulders, bringing herself higher and then slams down onto me.

“Jessa, you’re fucking amazing,” I groan. Keeping the rhythm up, we eventually come apart all over each other. “I love fucking you and I fucking love you,” I say to her. Letting her feet find the floor again, I wash her body for her.

In return, Jessa washes my hair and soaps my body before we get out. Just as I give her a towel and wrap one around my waist, I hear knocking on the door.

“Oh shit,” I say, “Mrs. Fletcher’s here.” I had completely forgotten she was coming by this morning.

“Mrs. Fletcher? Here? Why?” Jessa hammers me with three questions right in a row, and for the first time I realize my secret could easily come out today.

“Take your time getting ready. I’ll go greet her.” I give her one brief kiss and walk into the bedroom, scrambling to find some clothes. Putting on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, I make my way to the door.

“Hi, Mrs. Fletcher,” I greet her, opening the door for her.

“Everything okay in here? You didn’t call me last night.” She walks right in with a tray covered with foil of something that smells sweet and tasty.

“Yes, sorry about that, we got in late. Thanks for buying those last-minute groceries for us.” I pull out a chair for her and she sits down.

“Oh, Fred did it. No problem. So, where’s the mystery girl anyway?” she stands up and walks to the oven, turning the dials. “Here are some cinnamon rolls. I made them fresh this morning, but since I wanted to give you and your lady friend some time, they aren’t very hot anymore.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher. It really wasn’t necessary.”

“Hi, Mrs. F.” Jessa hops happily into the room. She’s beautiful with her wet, blonde hair and striking black eyeliner. She’s wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt, a highly unusual outfit for her, but she pulls it off effortlessly.

“Jessa. You’re the girl?” Mrs. Fletcher sounds surprised and Jessa stops short before giving her a hug, obviously unsure of what her reaction insinuates.

“Yes, she’s the one.” I come alongside Jessa and place my arm around her shoulders.

“Oh my…” Mrs. Fletcher appears taken aback by the revelation and I’m afraid of what’ll come out of her mouth. “That’s wonderful. You finally picked the right one, Grant.” She points her finger at me before embracing Jessa, while I release a relieved breath.

“He’s a good one, Jessa,” she says to her and backs away, looking at me. “And she’s a good one. Don’t mess it up.” She pokes her finger into my chest four times.

“I’ll try,” I laugh, glancing over at Jessa, who still seems unsure of the situation.

“So, Mrs. F, what are you doing here?” she asks.

“Didn’t Grant tell you?” Mrs. Fletcher narrows her eyes at me. She thought I would’ve shared my secret already. “I live up the street with my brother. I stay up here during the winters,” she says, smiling at Jessa and then frowning at me. I know the look all too well; she’s disappointed in me.

“No, he didn’t mention that,” Jessa stares at me, confused. Great, now both women in this house seem to be upset with me.

The oven beeps, informing us that it’s preheated, and I take this opportunity to escape. I place the cinnamon rolls in the oven and start making a pot of coffee.

Once everything is ready, I join them at the table, where they are currently talking about Trey. Lately, he seems different. Jessa tells Mrs. Fletcher how he rarely brings random girls home anymore and she often finds him lying on his bed, staring at some picture. When she confronts him, he says it’s nothing and places the picture back in his drawer.

I hand out the two coffees and put the cinnamon rolls in the center with three plates. I scoop a roll out for each of them and they both smile at me. “Isn’t Grant so polite? I taught him that, you know.” Mrs. Fletcher takes credit for all of my good qualities.

“You did?” Jessa questions, giving me that confused look again. I need to get her out of here before she finds out everything I’ve been keeping from her.

“Living across the street from the Carsens enabled me to spend a lot of time with Grant and Brady when they were little,” she informs Jessa.

“Oh yeah, I think Sadie said something about that once.” Jessa wraps both her hands around her coffee mug and brings it up to her mouth.

“Well, I should probably get going. Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Mrs. Fletcher says, standing up.

“Let me walk you back,” I tell her, silently asking Jessa for permission. She shoos me off with her hand, telling me to go ahead.

I kiss Jessa’s cheek before following Mrs. Fletcher out the front door. With the slick and icy roads, I wish she never would’ve put herself in harm’s way walking to my cabin this morning. She hooks her arm through mine and I hold onto it with my opposite hand, so in case we slip, I’ll keep her steady.

“Grant…”

“I know, Mrs. Fletcher, you don’t have to say it. Everyone’s told me,” I interrupt her.

“What have they said?” she slows our pace. I’m not sure if it’s because of the road conditions or because she wants to talk to me longer.

“Not to hurt her.”

“It’s good that I have something new to say then,” she says, smiling up at me. This woman is so damn special to me. She took care of me like a grandmother since childhood and I hope she isn’t going to tell me she doesn’t like Jessa, because I would hate to disappoint her.

“What’s that?”

“You deserve this, Grant. Don’t think otherwise. I know you’ve been deserted and left behind in the past. You feel as though it’ll always end with a broken heart, but she’s it, Grant. I wouldn’t have thought it, knowing you two apart, but now that I see you together I see it there,” she says, patting my hand that rests on top of hers. We’re almost to her house now and I see Fred throwing down salt on the stairs.

“What’s there?” I ask, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

“It’s hard to explain. The best way to explain it is the one love of one’s life.” She pats my hand again and I lean over, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for everything, Mrs. Fletcher,” I say before retreating down the walkway.

“Grant,” she calls out and I turn around.

“It’s not the love you have for her or the love she has for you, it’s the love you build together that will get you through the rough patches you’re sure to experience. Believe in her love, Grant. Don’t worry about heartache, just enjoy your time with her.” I lightly jog back up to her and kiss her on the cheek again.

“Thanks for the advice. I hope I don’t screw it up,” I admit.

“Think of it this way, Grant. If something happened tomorrow, would you have loved her any less?” Her fragile hand pats my bicep. I nod my head, understanding what she means.

I say good-bye to Mrs. Fletcher and give Fred a wave before heading back to my cabin. I do understand what she’s saying, I’m too far in at this point. If this ends badly today or years ahead of now, my heart will still break. I’m too vested in this connection we have, so I might as well enjoy the ride.

Jessa

I sit back down at the table after saying good-bye to Mrs. F and watch Grant walk her down the steps. He obviously loves her, given the caring way he makes sure she’s safe getting back home. A stranger walking by would assume she’s his grandmother. How did I get so lucky to have such a kind-hearted boyfriend with a body that most guys envy and most girls drool over?

After a very brief deliberation, I decide to consume another mouthwatering cinnamon roll made by Mrs. F. I don’t mind eating in front of Grant, but the way I’m scarfing these down, I’m not about to stuff my face in front of him either. Noticing a small white envelope on the table, I reach over to pick it up. There isn’t a name on it so I debate on whether or not to open it, not wanting to overstep my bounds.

Suddenly, a whiff of Mrs. F’s perfume hits my nostrils and I can’t decipher if it has been lingering here since she left or if it’s coming from the envelope. I hesitantly rub my fingers across it. Grant and I have come so far this trip and the last thing I want is another setback. God knows we both have our share of issues, although he’s yet to share his with me. The envelope’s
obvious discolored appearance indicates that either the envelope or the letter inside is from years past. Finally, deciding if it was personal it would’ve had his name on it, I open it. Once the letter is out of the envelope, I realize that the strong perfume scent came from the letter itself.

My Dear Grant,

I bet I’m surprising you with this letter. I gave it to Mrs. Fletcher, knowing when you found her, you would bring her here. Although I don’t know her, I’m sure she’s wonderful. I’m not trying to rush you, sweetheart, but make a home here with her. It’s not a fancy life and most likely you can’t make a ton of money in an area so desolate, but it’s worth it in the end. I hope you cherish and love this cabin as much as I did.

I would come up here by myself most weekends when I was pregnant with you. The serene and calming affect always comforted me as I sat in the rocking chair, looking out over the priceless view of the lake. On cold winter nights, your dad would make a fire and we would cozy up on the couch when we would come up here together. There are so many memories that were made within these walls, and I hope many more will be made with your wife and my grandkids.

Talk to you soon.

Love,

Mom

XOXO

I drop the letter on the table as though it’s on fire and just burned my fingertips. How could I have been so stupid to open it? I quickly put it back in the envelope, but I have no way of sealing it. Panicking, I lick the sealant, hoping remoistening it will work, but the envelope is so old there’s no way I can pull it off. Just as I’m about to search the drawers for a white envelope, I hear the doorknob turn.
Oh shit!

“I knew you were going to sneak another cinnamon roll,” Grant teases when he walks through the door. His face smile becomes a frown immediately when he sees me holding the opened envelope.

Not knowing what to do, I sit there staring at him like a moron, with the letter between my hands. “I’m sorry, Grant. It wasn’t my intention to pry,” I apologize to him, although I know that if I didn’t want to pry, I shouldn’t have opened the letter in the first place.