Page 48 of One Good Move

I almost spit out my drink.You haven’t seen her because she’s been too busy riding my cock while she screams my name.I busy myself straightening the cutlery next to my plate, going out of my way to avoid eye contact with Jake.

When it feels safe, I sneak a sideways glance at him. He’s wiping his mouth with a napkin, a sour expression on his face. He tosses the napkin on his empty plate then takes a swig of his beer.

“Don’t even think about my sister,” he says. “I promise you… I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk. Or talk.”

“Message received,” Tuck says. “Loud and clear.”

I sit in complete silence, my life flashing before my eyes. I have absolutely no desire for broken bones, but I also know that even the prospect of a full body cast won’t stop me from seeing Sierra.

Despite Jake’s threats of bodily harm, I can’t get his mention of Sierra’s dream of opening a bakery out of my head. My curiosity is definitely piqued. The girl can absolutely bake, but she has a good job working for an incredibly successful company. Would she be willing to give that up?

If Sierra was on my mind before, she’s all I can think about after the conversation we just had. While the guys continue talking, I go to the bathroom and pull out my phone because I apparently have no restraint.

Grayson: Miss me?

Sierra: I’m re-watching The Last of Us so I have Pedro Pascal to keep me company. No complaints here. ;)

Grayson: Pedro who? Can he make you come like I can? Answer is no. And I’m the only man who gets to keep you company. I’m trying to wrap this up. Be in my bed when I get home.

Sierra: Maybe I’ll be tired. Pedro can really wear a girl out.

Grayson: I’m positive you’re not too tired. Gonna make you come so hard when I get home.

Sierra: I’ll try my best to wait up… can’t make any promises.

Grayson: Sierra, if you’re not in my bed when I get home, I swear I will knock down your door and carry you across the lawn to my house.

I slip my phone back in my pocket before I take this text exchange any further then return to the table. I’m already pushing it by texting Sierra while Jake’s sitting in the same restaurant as me. The device vibrates against my hip, but I resist the urge to check it, reminding myself of the shit storm that will follow if the guys catch on. I heat at the thought of what could be on that text though. Sierra is becoming bolder, more daring when it comes to dirty talk and sexting. My phone burns a hole in my pocket while I hurry to down my beer and get home to her.

“You good, man?” Tucker asks, making my head whip over in his direction. I’m wound so tightly, the fear of getting caught with Sierra has me in a vice grip. But his question is directed at Jake, who looks up from his phone with a frown.

“It’s my sister. Why the hell isn’t she answering my texts?”

My heart might beat right out of my chest it’s pounding so hard. I breathe in, trying to steady myself. I do my best to act normal, to say what I would say if I wasn’t fucking his little sister. Thankfully, Tuck steps in before I have a chance to respond.

“You just finished saying she’s busy, right? Relax and let the girl settle in,” Tucker says. “Speaking of girls… what’s happening with that girl you met at the beach?”

Jake tenses. “Complicated.”

“Does it need to be?” Holden asks, after a moment.

“It just is,” Jake grunts, then takes a long pull of his Corona.

“How old is her kid?” I ask. “A girl, right?”

“She’s seven.”

He’s barely forming complete sentences, which isn’t like him. Sure, Jake can be on the quieter side; he tends to be a bit more serious and lost in thought than the rest of us, not comfortable being the center of attention. But he’s usually better with conversation, especially when it’s just the four of us. The way he’s been acting lately though, something feels off with him.

The waitress reaches across the table to remove our empty plates, and Jake asks for the bill.

It breaks the tension of the moment, and Tucker and Holden quickly get caught up in an argument about the Yankees’ latest loss. Jake looks to be happy to have the attention off him, so I leave him be.For now.I’ll circle back to this conversation again another day.

After we pay the bill, I say goodnight to the guys and head out to the parking lot. I’m barely out the door before I dig my phone from my back pocket like it’s on fire to check the last message from Sierra. I swipe the screen to life.

Sierra: I might just stay where I am then and let you come get me. A riled up Grayson is so much fun.

Oh shit! This woman knows how to push my buttons. She’s going to pay for that in the filthiest way.

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