“Congratulations to you, Grandpa,” she says with a great big, smug smile, and Chance loses it then, cackling away with my daughter and Daniel.
Grandpa.
What the everloving fuck is this?
I look at my daughter and see her shining with joy, and damn it, it makes me smile too.
I guess I’m going to be Grandpa.
THIRTY-ONE
CHANCE
“Yes. There. Right there,” I gasp, trying to keep it down, but how the hell am I supposed to do that when Noah’s cock keeps hitting my prostate over and over again. I’m holding onto the headboard and up on my knees while his big dick splits me open.
“Shhh,” he leans over me and whispers as he strokes into my body.
And goddamn, it feels good, but I still cannot resist teasing him. “Yes, Grandpa. Right fucking there.”
He stops thrusting, and I can’t help laughing quietly. “No,” he says firmly.
I laugh again, squeezing around his cock. “Okay. Just keep going.” I’m desperate for it, but apparently, I can’t help myself from teasing him.
“I don’t think I can.”
He’s joking. He’s still fully hard and deep inside me. “Oh, come on. You can do it, Gramps.”
He slaps my ass, leaving behind a sexy fucking sting that has me writhing under him. “Brat.”
I chuckle, but I’m so fucking close too. I’m so full of Noah and so on the edge of a glorious orgasm. “Okay, I’ll be good.”
“You swear?” he asks, and I smile as I look at him over my shoulder. He leans in to kiss me hard before I nod.
“I promise. No more grandpa jokes.” And there were plenty all damn day. I helped him prepare the Thanksgiving dinner, and we all watched the football game before sitting down to eat. But we couldn’t help teasing the forty-year-old about this latest development.
I mean, he’s the hottest goddamn grandpa I’ve ever seen. I’m more than happy to fuck him as shown by my not being able to keep my hands off him after LeAnn and Daniel retired to her bedroom. Thankfully, it’s upstairs and on the other side of the house.
Thank fuck.
But what really was doing it for me was the fact that he wasn’t bothered at all by his daughter finding us. I straight-up panicked when I heard LeAnn’s scream this morning and knew we were busted.
But he looked almost relieved.
Maybe he was. And just as I thought, his daughter and son-in-law are very cool and had no problem with Noah being in a relationship with a man.
“I love you,” I say against his lips and then bite the bottom one. “Now fuck me.”
He smacks my ass again for good measure, and I thrust forward as he soothes the pain with his big hand and pulls back before thrusting hard inside me.
He punishes me in the best way, fucking me hard and deep until I’m coming, even though my cock is completely untouched. I cry out as his hand covers my mouth, and he bites my shoulder while coming inside me.
I collapse, and he falls onto me, pushing me into the wet spot, but neither of us cares, our bodies spent.
I don’t know if I drifted off to sleep or what, but soon I’m coming to and being guided to the bathroom, then climbing into the shower with Noah.
He washes me, and we kiss lazily while I wash him back. We climb out and dry off before heading into the bedroom where we change the sheets together.
When we’re under the covers and my head is lying on his shoulder, I whisper, “Yes.”
He turns his head slightly. “Yes?”
“I want to move in with you.” I was shocked when he asked me, even though I’ve practically been living here already. But I could see on his face how much he wanted it, and I did too. I wanted to tell him yes right then.
I feel him smiling, even though my eyes are closing.
“I want that too. We can move you in tomorrow, if you want. Daniel will help.”
I chuckle. “You bullying your son-in-law?” I know the two have a great relationship, and Daniel is, for damn sure, smitten with LeAnn. The man would do anything for her, that much is clear.
I feel him nod. “Fucker made me a grandpa.”
I laugh and open my eyes, turning my head and pressing a kiss against his lips. “A fucking hot grandpa.”
He rolls his eyes at me but smiles as he kisses me again. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Gramps.”
“Do you want me to spank you again?” he grumbles, and I laugh, thinking about the sting on my asscheek when his palm cracked against it.
“Definitely later. I’m tired, and it makes my dick seriously hard.”
He groans, and I kiss him again before drifting off to sleep.
It felt like just yesterday, I was lost in despair, thinking nothing would ever get better. Then, just like that, all of a sudden, life is really, really good.
THIRTY-TWO
NOAH
“Okay, so please tell me we don’t have to watch Christmas movies,” Chance whines from the couch. I hand him a mug of hot chocolate and sit next to him with my own cup. “I mean, I will for you, but I might cry.”
The fireplace is going, and the Christmas tree is lit up by the window. The tree we picked out together and brought home to decorate. I didn’t worry about anyone seeing us, although I probably should have.
It’s like now that LeAnn knows and is, of course, totally fine with it, the rest of the world doesn’t matter. Not even Kensley. I don’t want to lose my job or have it be a big deal, but if I do and it is, well then that’s what it is. I can’t change it, and I don’t want to hide Chance away. I want to love him loudly. LeAnn and Daniel are coming tomorrow afternoon.
I double-checked the time. LeAnn never has to knock on the front door when she comes home, but I made it clear that she should probably not wander into the bedrooms without hollering and making her presence known first.
I don’t think she’ll make that mistake again.
We used the day after Thanksgiving to move all Chance’s things from the house he was renting into this one. Daniel was a big help too, which didn’t surprise me. We all doted on LeAnn, which she didn’t appreciate at all.
But she didn’t fight us too hard. Thank God.
“Are you seriously complaining on Christmas Eve?” I ask as he leans his head on my shoulder and settles in.
“No. I’ll watch your cheesy movies with you, if you want. I’ll do pretty much anything you want, Coach.”
I grin and shake my head as I start up Die Hard.
“Oh my God, I think I just fell even more in love with you,” he says happily, and I chuckle.
“It’s a Christmas movie.”
Chance takes a sip of hot cocoa. “Whatever you have to tell yourself so I don’t have to watch Hallmark.”
“Yeah, I don’t watch that stuff either. But there are some damn good Christmas movies out there.”
He kisses my cheek. “I’ll watch them anytime you want.”
I grin because I know without a doubt, he will. These are some of my favorite times, just sitting here on the couch with Chance, watching whatever movie we decide on.