“Hungry for something?”
I pout, and he chuckles. “Don’t worry, my little investigator, I’m going to give you just what you need.”
And with those words, he slowly sinks inside me, inch by inch as my eyes roll back into my head with the exquisite feeling of being stretched to the point of burning.
He pulls back a little once he’s fully seated in my hot channel and then slams home and I cry out from the slick sensation of him inside me. I thrust up to meet him and we find our rhythm, our bodies slapping together, his pelvis grinding into my clit. The sensations are almost too much, but I need more. I’m chasing my release, chasing the pinnacle I need to reach.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out as I grip his back. I know I’m going to leave claw marks on him but right now I don’t give a fuck. I’m a crazed woman who just needs her release.
And it’s like he reads my mind, his thrusts become harder and faster, his body rubbing everywhere I need. He’s lighting up every single nerve ending, and when I don’t think I can take a single second more, he grabs under my knees and pulls my legs, slamming into me deeper, and that does it. I scream his name as my entire body trembles beneath him, my muscles undulating around his erection, stroke after stroke.
Somewhere in the midst of my orgasm, I feel his cock stiffen and pulse and his voice calls my name, but I’m too far gone to be aware of his release, too far over that line into a world of ecstasy that only comes with amazing sex.
And then, I’m sinking. Every muscle in my body in complete and total relaxation. Grady doesn’t move for a long moment, the feeling of his still pulsing cock inside me is almost too much and still not enough. Our breaths slow and he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips.
“That was just as good as I imagined it would be,” he murmurs in between kisses.
“That was…clearly my former boyfriends didn’t know how to properly use that appendage,” I muse in my postcoital haze.
Grady laughs and I can feel it inside me. I groan.
“Fuck,” I moan.
He pulls out of me and tosses the condom into a nearby trash can before pulling me back against him. I snuggle into his hard, muscled body.
“Spend the night,” I demand.
He chuckles. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”
“Good,” I say as I nuzzle his chest, his strong arms wrapping around me. “And, do that again.”
His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh. “You’re demanding for someone who just had an out-of-body experience.”
I pull back and look up at him. His eyes are filled with mirth.
“I’m not demanding.”
He leans down and kisses me. “I like demanding women.”
“OK, well, then, I am very demanding!”
He tickles me and I giggle, squirming to get out of his grip. He flips me onto my back and soon my giggles become moans as his hands go from belly to core. He makes quick work of getting another condom and then he’s back inside me. He pulls my legs up to his shoulders and doesn’t relent on his pace until I’m screaming incoherent things and he’s roaring my name and emptying his seed inside me.
This time when he pulls out, he settles me against him and drags my covers over our bodies. My eyes drift closed. I feel safe, cared for, and completely sated.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Grady
Jason Winters. He’s just how I thought he would look. He’s in dark jeans and a button-down shirt. His hair is darker than mine, his chin different, but his eyes. That’s what stops me in my tracks as I approach him. His eyes are…my eyes.
I still can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s like I’m in a dream.
I hold out a hand as I reach the table. He stands and takes it.
“Nice to meet you, Grady,” he says warmly.
“Likewise,” I reply before taking a seat. We are at a table far away from others on a veranda overlooking the ocean. Even if people were near us, it’d be hard to hear us over the crashing waves. It’s the perfect spot to have this conversation.
Jason looks at me with curiosity as he takes a sip of beer he has already ordered. A waiter walks over, and I order one, too.
“So, you said you have information about my father?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I nod. “Did you know your dad?”
He shakes his head. “My parents split up before I was born. My mom never spoke about him.”
“And you were never curious?” I question because I’m surprised that he doesn’t know.
He shrugs. “I guess, I was content with my life. My mom remarried when I was three, but Bob died when I was twelve in a car accident. Mom died a little over seven years ago from cancer. I’ve thought about looking for my dad, but life’s been busy lately.”
I pull out some photos from my pocket and place them on the table. “Do you know who Ken Daniels was?”
His eyes widen in surprise. “The race car driver who was killed?”
“Yes.”
He nods. “Yes, I do.”
“He was your father,” I state, gauging his reaction.
“No…I mean…that’s not possible.” He is shaking his head as he reaches out to pick up the photo and examine it.
“There’s more,” I say as I wait for him to process the first giant piece of news. His eyes meet mine. And I see the recognition when he looks at me, really looks at me.
“You’re his son,” he states.
I nod. “Yes. I’m your brother.”
He drops the photos and looks at me. “I…how…I…” He trails off and looks at me again.
I clear my throat as the waiter sets my drink down and asks if we want any food. “Not yet,” I say to him and he leaves us.
“I found notes in my father’s belongings and had a PI look into it. I just got information about you a few weeks ago. I wasn’t sure if I should contact you or not,” I admit.
“I…sorry, this is a lot to process,” he stammers.
“I know, shit, I’ve had weeks and I still am processing it,” I chuckle.
He laughs. “I’m glad you found me. When Mom died, I…well, I’m all alone now. It’s exciting to think I have more family.”
I smile at him. “Me too. It’s just me, Mom, and my grandmother right now.”
He frowns as the realization hits him. “You’re Blythe Daniels’s son!”
Laughing, I nod. “Yes. Guilty.”
“Wow. I mean, wow. This is…I can’t believe it.” He’s quiet for a long moment as he processes everything and then he looks up at me with serious eyes. “Does she know about me?”
“Yes. I told her. She’s happy for us. She apparently knew about your mom.”
“Mom always said Dad was a selfish prick who left her when she told him she was pregnant. But…shit, now this makes me rethink everything.”
“Tell me about it. I never knew my parents almost separated or that my dad cheated on my mom,” I confess.
“Well…geez, this is…” He trails off again.
“Overwhelming?” I suggest.
He nods.