Bad Seed

“I was still struggling then, Theresa. I didn’t have anything to offer you.”

“I don’t give a shit about what you have to offer, Grant! What, you think I need this hotel and some oceanside vi

ew to be with you? You—you think I need money? Huh? Is that what you think?”

“No,” he said.

“Is that all I’ve amounted to? Some money-hungry gold-digger who can’t be with the man she loves without him tossing money around? Huh? Is that what you think?”

Grant’s eyes grew wild as my tirade continued.

“You think I needed anything from you back then except for you to look at me? To acknowledge that I wasn’t some ugly duckling fawning over the bad boy in a leather jacket. Am I still that stupid little girl to you, Grant?”

“I was still a kid five years ago, Theresa. A kid who barely had a pot to piss in. But I can give you what you deserve now.”

My fist came down on his chest.

“What? The truth? You couldn't even tell me why the hell you were really in town. You couldn’t tell me you were at my mother’s funeral! I was dying inside, Grant! Ike didn’t even let me stay for the fucking reception!”

I beat down on his chest again with both of my fists as he took a step back.

“He dragged me from the car and told me to stop crying,” I said as tears slid down my cheeks. “He told me to suck it up because my mother deserved my strength.”

I felt him grab onto my wrists to stop my fists from pounding into his muscles.

“And you were there,” I said breathlessly. “You could’ve done something when I was too weak to.”

“I’m sorry,” Grant said.

“We could’ve had years, Grant. Years. Ike was just a sorry substitute because I couldn’t have you. You were the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

My head fell to his chest as tears flowed unchecked. Grant dropped my wrists, and I cried into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me, and I couldn’t handle it. I planted my hands into his stomach and shoved myself back, stumbling before I caught myself on the back of a chair.

“I deserve you,” I said. “It’s always been you, Grant. You. Just you.”

I felt my legs collapse from underneath me, and I fell to the floor. But before I hit the ground, a pair of strong arms caught my falling body. I looked up into Grant’s eyes and saw that stoic look I’d come to love so much. Riddled with the tiniest bit of worry and backdropped with the one thing I’d wanted to see all these years.

Love.

I grabbed his shirt and thrust my lips upon his. My arms clawed up his body and wrapped tightly around his neck. His arms picked me up effortlessly as he began to walk us over to the bed. I was panting. My tongue was overpowering his. We collapsed onto the bed, and I straddled him, shivering as his hands commanded my hips. I rolled deeply into his growing dick. My hands pawed at his clothes until I had his skin underneath my fingertips. I ripped his pants from his body and sank between his legs, taking his throbbing dick between my lips.

And I watched as his head fell back to the pillow.

I swallowed him down, gagging as his girth pulsed against the walls of my throat. My hands rushed up his body, rippling over his washboard abs and finding his hands. I laced our fingers together as he fucked my mouth, his hips rising from the bed as he groaned and grunted.

“Fucking hell, Theresa. That sinful mouth.”

I could taste his precum leaking onto the tip of my tongue before he pulled his dick from between my lips.

He fisted my hair and pulled me onto the bed where he stripped me naked. His lips were everywhere, placing open-mouthed kisses against my heated skin. His hands gripped my waist. My hips. My thighs. His tongue ran around my nipples and sucked on them until my pussy juices were dripping onto the bed below us. My heels pressed into the mattress and his mouth slid down my body, traveling to the place where I wanted him most.

But I was desperate for him, and I wasn’t willing to wait.

I grabbed his hair like he did mine and pulled him up to my lips. His muscles draped along my curves and molded me to him. He grinned into my lips as my legs wrapped around him, and I rubbed against his dripping dick as he lined himself up with me.

Then he slid in, inch by inch until nothing was separating us any longer.

“Grant. Fuck.”