“But I bet she loved that you didn’t know who she was and still wanted to be her friend,” I point out.
“True. Very true. Anyhow, now she’s just Kate.”
I laugh again. “Does ‘just Kate’ know about me?”
“Uh-huh,” she replies without looking up at me.
“And what does ‘just Kate’ think?”
“She’s protective of me…” She trails off. “But she thinks I should give you a shot.”
“Oh, does she?”
She punches my ribs again as she lifts her head. “You can be such a—”
I don’t let her finish as I press my lips to hers, drowning out her words with a flick of my tongue against hers.
She moans as I deepen the kiss, grabbing her and pulling her onto my lap. I grab her hair, tugging her head to the side, giving me more access to explore her. I kiss along her jaw, her ear, her throat. The little whimpering noises escaping from her mouth go straight to my dick. She grinds against me, and I’m lost in her once more. Without another word, I pick her up, carrying her up to our suite as we kiss. I don’t care if people see us. Hell, I don’t care if someone puts a photo of us online. Right now, all I care about is getting back inside her, making us one.
I throw open our door after struggling to open it. Kicking it closed with my foot, I lay her on the bed.
“I hope our break helped you recharge your energy,” I say as I start ripping her clothes off. Positioning myself between her legs, I run my tongue up her center, and she cries out. “Because we won’t be sleeping tonight until we pass out from pure exhaustion.” And with that, I feast on her pussy until she’s pleading with me to fuck her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Emma
I don’t know where I am at first. The curtains are closed, and it’s dark. As my eyes adjust and my senses wake, I realize I’m curled up in a ball against a very warm Grady.
I snuggle closer, and his arms tighten around me.
“You ready for round three already?” he asks groggily.
I lean up on my elbow staring at him the best I can in the darkness. “You’re kidding, right? We had round three hours ago, followed by rounds four, five, and six.”
He laughs. “Come back here.”
I tuck myself back against him. “My vagina needs a rest.”
I’m half-kidding. Not only is this man some sort of wizard with his willy, but he’s also able to go only minutes between rounds, and by rounds, I mean a straight hour of sex. I’m lucky that my vagina is still intact this morning, or is it afternoon?
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Doesn’t matter because we don’t have a schedule today.”
“I do have work to do,” I state, reminding him because I feel like he needs reminding.
He kisses the top of my head. “And you can do it later. Right now, let’s just enjoy our time here in the dark, just you and me.”
I place my head on his chest, drawing little letters. I stop abruptly when I realized I’ve written “I love you.”
“Why’d you stop? That felt nice,” he balks.
I start again, this time more cognizant of what I’m writing.
“You should call your brother today. It’ll give you something to do while I’m working.”
He squirms beneath me, and I wonder if it’s my suggestion or my light touches.
“Maybe I will. I sort of want to be careful with him until we get the stalker thing resolved,” he admits.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I hadn’t thought of it that way,” I reply, feeling like a jackass.
He puts his hand under my chin and raises my head, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. “Don’t be sorry. Your suggestion is a good one.”
“I just…I wasn’t thinking about…everything.”
“Emma, it’s alright. Leave the crazy stalker stuff to my security team and the police, and let’s not think about it right now, OK?”
I don’t know if he’s trying to make me feel better or himself, but I nod, and he lets me nestle my head into the crook of his neck. I press a kiss to his skin.
“Any word from them? Do they have any leads?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Not yet. Whoever it is, knows what they are doing.”
I shiver and his hands press me closer to him. “I hope they can figure it out soon.”
“Me too. I hate it.”
We’re silent for a while, just holding each other. “I have an idea,” he says, breaking the silence.
“OK…” I trail off, waiting to hear it.
“Let’s get dressed and…” He picks up his phone and looks at the time. “Shit, it’s lunchtime. Let’s get dressed and grab food, and then I want to take you somewhere.”
“And afterward, I get two hours to do some work,” I add.
He kisses my cheek. “Agreed.”
“Cool, then you have yourself a date, mister,” I reply as I hop out of bed and head to the shower.
Thirty minutes later, following some very hot shower sex, we are in Grady’s car going to some secret location.
He turns off a freeway and pretty soon I see something akin to a tower which confuses me because there is no airport here. A hill blocks the view as we park.
“Where are we?” I ask, looking at him in confusion.
He holds out a hand, and I take it as he leads us down to a small office building next to what looks like an industrial garage. Hedges Inc. is the only sign, and I have no idea what that means. Grady opens the door.
“Hedges, you here?” he calls out. I raise an eyebrow as the name matches the one on the building.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” a man’s deep voice calls out with a British accent from somewhere in the building. A moment later, a man around my dad’s age appears. He holds out a hand to Grady and pulls him into a hug.
“What are you doing out this way?”
Grady motions to me. “This is…my girlfriend, Emma.” I want to squeal at the sound of him calling me his girlfriend. “I was hoping we could maybe take a car out for a spin.”
“Of course, anything for Ken’s boy. I have a prototype that’s been tested, and we actually are building a new one based on it. But it’s good for a run. Nice to meet you, Emma. I’m Burl Hedges, an old friend of Grady’s dad.”
I look around for a second, taking in the images and awards on the walls. “Nice to meet you,” I reply, shaking his hand. “You…design cars?” I ask him, guessing from what I’ve witnessed so far.
He grins. “You can say that.” He laughs and motions for us to follow him.
As we exit the other side of the building, I look down and see a racetrack, or what looks like one. Its neatly paved roads run in various shapes and interconnect.
“What is this place?” I whisper to Grady.
“Hedges here is a race car engineer. He designed most of the cars that Dad drove. This is his design workshop and out there is the test track. And you and I are about to test one.”
“Wait.” I stop. “We, as in both of us?” I motion between us with my finger as my mouth opens and closes as if I’m a fish out of water.