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Kat
Swirling the house keys around my index finger, I approach our condo door and insert the key with my thoughts a million miles away. It’s still hard to wrap my head around the fact that it’s been a little over a month since Granger entered my life…and that loveable jerkface has changed my life for the better. God, sometime’s he’s so cocky and still an asshole jock, but only to others. He’s completely different with me. I get to see a side other people don’t, not the mysterious and quiet man. He’s caring, strong, and thoughtful.
Granger texted me earlier this morning saying that he’ll be waiting for me at home. It hit me hard, the way he’s always saying home. My life has been constantly school, work, training, with Granger constantly on my mind. My father has been calling me for weeks, but I send it right to voicemail. I don’t want him to ruin the one good thing I have going on in my life. I’ll have to deal with that eventually, just not today.
Opening the front door, darkness greets me except a small light coming from the kitchen. My sports bag drops from my shoulder in the entry hallway as I move carefully through the condo, and my heart stops beating for a split second at the sight before me.
“Granger, what are you up to?” I whisper to myself as I stare at the lonely cupcake and the single burning candle lighting up the darkness of the kitchen.
It’s messy, the chocolate frosting dripping off the side and the cupcake itself is lopsided, but it’s absolutely perfect.
“Happy Birthday, Princess,” Granger whispers from behind me in his deep voice that reminds me of smokey campfire nights and smooth honey. It’s a sound I’d like to snuggle into.
His forearm reaches around me to grab the cupcake from the table and bring it closer so I can blow out the candle. I’m laughing quietly, but silent tears stream down my face, because this is the best birthday I’ve had in a long time and he’s put a little bit of himself into it.
“Make a wish. I’ll make sure that it happens, whatever it is.” Knowing Granger, he would try to move heaven and hell to make my wish happen.
Leaning back slightly, my back rests against his strong chest, and his other arm curls around my waist to hold me closer. With only my head reaching his shoulders and his big body against mine, I feel protected in his warmth, like nothing can touch me.
Closing my eyes, I breathe a second to gather my thoughts. I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here, and wouldn’t change it for anything. Maybe I’ll use this wish to send Mom butterfly kisses. With that in mind, I blow the candle out in one breath, and the light goes out in smoke until the dark envelopes us. Granger kisses my temple and moves away with a little squeeze on my hip to say don’t move. The dining room lights flicker on, and I spin around to face him as he moves back by my side. Staring up at him, I take in every detail of his face. I don’t know how I’ll ever survive without him in my life. He’s my fucking rock, and I’m falling for him with every second that passes. I step closer until I’m inches away from him, our chests brushing with every breath.
“I wanted to get you something meaningful, and I figured bringing back a memory was better than worrying about a price tag. I remember you telling me about you and your mom.” He shrugs his broad shoulders, looking at the cupcake with his brows scrunched.
“This is everything and more. I needed this, thank you.” It’s been running through my head for a while now, probably since I met him. “Granger, do you ever think of me?” My voice is shaking, but I need to know.
His calloused palms cup my cheeks, his thumb soothing over my skin as he bends down until he’s staring straight into my eyes. “You're constantly on my mind, you're all I think about. How could I not? Do you want me, Kat?” he asks in that deep smoky voice that slides over me, those green eyes that get me every time flicking between mine.
“No, I don’t want you…I need you, Granger. I think I’ll always need you, Captain.” He pulls me into his chest until I can feel his heart pounding against mine in perfect sync, then he angles my head as he devours my lips with a kiss that sets me on fire inside and out.
The swipe of his tongue against my lower lip has my mouth parting with a gasp, which he takes control of, kissing me like he can’t get enough. Each glide of his mouth against mine makes me try to get closer, to feel all of him. His hands slide into my hair, tightening until I’m moaning, and I have to force myself to break away from him so I can pant for breath.
“What are we doing?” My hands stroke over his biceps, feeling his muscles flex under my touch as I stare into his darkening eyes.
“I don’t know. Maybe we can figure that out as we go, but I don’t want it to stop,” he whispers huskily. My arms glide up his broad shoulders to wrap around his neck and I play with his hair as I hum in agreement.
He groans when I tug on his hair a little harder and stand on my toes to reach him, but he smirks down at me when my reaching gets me nowhere close to his wide, sexy lips.
“There is something I need to tell you though, it’s about who I am. My past…” He trails off when I place my finger over his lips to stop him from talking.
“We can talk about that later. Besides, I already know who you are, Granger. You're the man who goes after his dreams. You don’t give up, no matter what is thrown your way. You have a big heart, even when you're trying to hide it under all that cockiness. And you look at me with those green eyes from top to bottom until my panties are wet just for you.” He growls low in his chest and slides his palms down my spine until his big hands grip my ass cheeks, grabbing up a handful until I’m on the tip of my toes.
“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to make love to me?” My pulse picks up when he crouches slightly and picks me up with his forearms under my butt, and my legs immediately wrap around his trim, muscular waist.
“No, Princess, I’m not going to make love to you. I’m going to fuck you into the mattress so good and have you begging for more, even when you think you can’t take it.” His sexy voice rolls over me, and I feel it deep into my pussy. I need him right the fuck now.
My moan is a ‘yes’more like ‘yes please’—and he doesn’t waste any time carrying me to his bedroom in long strides. His lips look so inviting, curled in a heated smirk, that I can’t help but suck his bottom lip into my mouth, and I love his cursing as he tries not to run into anything while I distract him.
In no time, he’s kicking his bedroom door open and gently slides me down his hard body until my feet touch the hardwood flooring. He reaches over his head and pulls off his shirt, exposing inch by beautiful inch of skin with hard ridges of muscles. I stand there as he strips slowly for me, his eyes never leaving my face, as my chest moves up and down desperately to catch my breath. He fucking stole it with his beauty.
Once down to his black boxer briefs that stick to his muscular, rock hard thighs, he tilts his head to the side and waits for me to join him, but I’m frozen. It’s like I’m seeing him for the first time, and my core clenches, heat descending down until I’m most positive my panties are soaked through. Since that night of when we came together without touching, he hasn’t asked me for anything. I think he’s been waiting for me to make the first move, giving me the control, and that only makes me fall harder for him. It’s been torture for the past month and a half, being pressed up against his hard, velvet skin every night without exploring him, but it’s been the best sleep I’ve ever had.
“Are you going to stand there and ogle me all night? Because I gotta tell you, Princess, in my dreams, you had a lot less clothes on,” He teases me as I just stand there and devour him with my gaze.
I mean who wouldn’t? He’s all smooth, hard skin with muscles upon muscles and piercing green eyes that I swear see into my soul. I bite my lip as nerves start to take over. I’m no virgin, but with how the last time I actually had sex went, I might as well be. An orgasm is supposed to be explosive and mind-numbing, but that’s never happened to me before. The only time I felt like I was floating into another orbit as pleasure consumed me was when he watched me play with my body. What if I can’t come and he finds me lacking? More importantly, what if his big dick doesn’t fit into my pussy? Dear God, what if it’s fucking painful?
He steps closer and thumbs my lip until it releases from between my teeth “What are you worried about? Are you having second thoughts? We don’t have to do this, Kat. We can go cuddle on the couch and watch all the romance movies you want. What do you need?” His hand slides to the back of my neck so I don’t look away from his gaze, while his other hand caresses my cheek.
