Page 59 of Deception
“I fucking love you.”
Chapter Nineteen
Griffin’s Beach
Kent
Staring at his reflection in the mirror, Kent studies the kutte he wears and imagines it no longer saying PROSPECT. Instead, he envisions wearing a member kutte.
“A couple of weeks will determine if the last two years was a waste of time or not,” he mutters to himself.
He has a date with Gracie tonight, and he walks to the door to go pick her up. Knowing he’s about to see her makes him smile, and he loves how much easier it gets with every day they spend together. He’s falling hard for the damaged girl, but he’ll do whatever it takes to help put her back together.
A knock as he grabs the doorhandle startles him, and he laughs as he jumps. There’s not much, especially in the life he’sgrown up in, that can scare him, and he chuckles as he swings it open.
“You startled me,” he says. “What are you doing here? I thought I was picking you up. Did I miss a text?”
Gracie steps inside, and Kent shuts the door. She’s never been to his place before, but it wouldn’t be difficult for her to get the information. His mind won’t stop running through the different situations that would have her showing up like this, white as a ghost.
“Babe, is everything okay?”
She takes a few deep breaths before craning her neck and looking up to make eye contact. Her hands shake, and his stomach drops.
Here it comes. She’s going to say she thinks we’re moving too fast. That we need to slow down. I thought we were making progress, but maybe I pushed too hard. How do I make her see I’m not going anywhere?
Letting out a long breath, she reaches up and pulls his face down to meet hers, their lips connecting. The gentle kiss quickly turns into frantic need, and he lets her do whatever it is she needs to do.
He lifts her into his arms to help bring them to the same level, and she wraps her arms and legs around him. Her tongue darts into his mouth, and he groans before walking them into his bedroom.
His kutte is the first article of clothing to hit the floor, and she tugs at his shirt until she can pull it over his chest.
“I don’t know why I’m surprised you’re so toned,” Gracie mutters, the first words she’s said since she appeared on the other side of the door.
Her fingers run along his stomach as he sets her down, and he sucks it in as her touch tickles. “I try to do a few reps every day.”
Kent sits down as she tugs her own shirt over her head, and he pulls her to stand between his parted legs to kiss her neck. She unclasps her bra and lets it slide down her arms until it hits the floor with her shirt.
His mouth trails down until he cups her tits and massages them gently as he takes one between his lips. He’s only felt her before, but seeing them now has him on a high. She’s gorgeous.
“Stand up,” she whispers.
Making a small pout at having to release her chest, he does. She unbuttons his jeans, slowly tugging them down his hips. Kicking off his boots, he fumbles while he takes off his socks to stand in only his boxers.
Moving to the bed, he lies down as Gracie slips off her own jeans and lies next to him, facing him. Both in just their underwear, and he tries to understand what’s happening.
“Boxers,” she says.
He knows what she means, and he slips them off to lie completely naked in front of her. She reaches out and strokes his hard cock the way he showed her at the bluffs, and he can only watch in awe.
Her lips wrap around his tip, and his stomach sucks in as she takes him as far into her hot little mouth as she can take him. With her ass facing him, he reaches out to caress it before slipping her panties down her thighs.
He massages her ass before gently reaching his fingers to her opening, feeling the wetness as she sucks his head and strokes his shaft with her hands. Everything they’ve done so far has built up to this moment, but he knows he has to stop. As much as he wants to come in her mouth, he can’t until they talk.
“Baby, stop,” Kent says, his voice strangled.
Even though his mind tells him it’s the right decision, his cock screams and throbs, begging him to reconsider.
“Did I do it wrong?” Gracie asks, her brown eyes wide with concern.
