“What do you want?” I asked him, more to the point than he was being as I pulled off the curb so slowly and carefully I was sure I stopped breathing altogether.
No response came from his side of the car when I decided on In-N-Out for him. I was hungry all of a sudden too.
I really should stop being stubborn and text Oscar back. He had fucked up beyond forgiveness, yes. Did that mean I couldn’t use him for sex? No.
As I waited in the drive-thru line, I looked at Oscar’s texts begging me to respond. Each were left unanswered as I dropped my phone in my lap and pulled forward to order. “Hi, can I get two #1s, animal-style, with lemonades?”
I didn’t think Grimm was awake when he mumbled, “I have cash.” Before we even got to the window, he was digging in his pocket and pulling out stray 20’s. Putting the car in park, scared it would drive without me, I felt Grimm’s hand slide a twenty dollar bill over the top of my thigh. Even through my jeans I could feel the heat of his palm making my heart quicken.
The guy in the window gushed over Grimm’s exotic car before we exchanged money and food. I made Grimm hold the two bags I handed him in his lap, and I dropped the change in the empty cup holder, knowing a drunk person can’t be trusted to catch loose change.
“See? Prude.” Chomping on a fry from the bag, I gave him my best side eye.
“You’re my boss. I can be tense when you're touching me. Drunk or not.”
Leaning forward he set the bags down under his extended legs. “Then why can’t you talk about the birds and bees?”
“You’re my—”
He cut my words off to speak again. “Miss Abigail over here needs to know everything… every little thing, don’t you? You want the truth so bad, but only if it’s pretty.”
“Why does the truth have to be ugly? Because it comes from you, Jason?”
Jason, Grimm, drunk… it didn’t matter who he was right now. I couldn’t get any follow up to any questions in this state of mind. I was just forced to defend myself however I could.
The long private driveway, the beach close by, and the glass house sitting there lifeless was waiting for us. His house felt barren and cold, the way I assumed he wanted it to.
Uninviting.
Unwelcoming.
Unenthusiastic.
Punching in the code, the metal gates opened, and everything came into view. His privacy was long gone now.
I watched Grimm get out of his car with minimal stumbling, but I could still see how much help he needed when my hands guided his sides, feeling every solid muscle under his shirt. I don’t why at that moment my mind wandered to the FaceTime call I had with him in the shower. It wasn’t helping; it only helped turn me a blushing kind of pink.
“Couch or bed?”
“Bed.” His eyes were closed already, and I was barely making it to the first step of his staircase. “Did you know I have Oreos… You see them? I want them.”
I guess we had moved past silent and swaying. Now he was just needy. “Come on. Bed first, then I’ll get you Oreos.”
With a clear huff, he climbed the last few stairs, waiting for me to guide him like I remembered where his bedroom was exactly. Once he realized I didn’t remember, he shuffled to the left and waited in front of the door for me to open it. I felt his heavy arms wrap around my neck from behind and his head collided with mine as his weight sunk down over me.
“Jesus, Grimm. Muscle weighs more than fat for sure.”
With him chuckling in my ear, I moved forward, and his arms uncrossed and hung in front of my chest, grazing my body with only my thin shirt between us.
“I want a raise, title change, glowing reviews… for-like-ever for this shit.”
I didn’t know how much he was absorbing. I turned around, hoping he would let go and fall into bed. He fell onto the bed just fine, but he took me with him, making sure my ass was perfectly flush against his crotch.
His hand dropped down to my hip with a squeeze when he pinned me down to his sheets. Grimm was truly beautiful just as much as he was dangerous. His eyes were deep, drawing me in, and his lips were never chapped. Strong jaw and muscles made him seem like he couldn’t be real, maybe made of stone or even marble.
“Grimm…” It came out barely above a whisper as his body hovered over mine, inching closer.
Without warning, his lips pressed against mine with a heavy dose of tongue, tempting my lips to part. His body finally found a way to settle between my legs, just as he was lighting me on fire and the fumes were making my head spin.
Warm, wet, expertly his tongue invaded my mouth and tangled with mine. My back arched, trying to meet him halfway, even though he was pushing into me just as much.
He had me under some kind of spell that was hard to see sanity and reason with his hard dick grinding into me with every hungry kiss. Finally pulling away, I felt as drunk as he was. With my head spinning, my body vibrating, and parts of me aching I had neglected, I tried to catch my breath.
“Do you need a safeword?”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks under the distress I was already under from his tongue when his hands reached up to massage my boobs.
“Grimm. We can’t. You’re my—”
His lips pressed against mine again, and I felt myself sink into his tongue pushing past my lips. My chest was beating steadily at a faster rate I wasn’t used to as he pulled away, taking off his shirt and making it harder to resist him.
With my hands on his chest, I tried to keep a safe amount of space between us. “Grimm. Stop. We can’t do this.”
Pulling down my shirt with his teeth, his lips nipped at my cleavage that wasn’t avoidable at his angle. His lips sucked the sensitive skin as he fingered the cup of my bra further down my breast, until my hard nipples were exposed to my boss. I wanted to let go and let him do pretty much anything he wanted—even the shit I saw at the sex club.
“Grimm.” My voice was more stern than I expected, and he pulled away, holding himself above me. His features softened.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… fuuuuck.”
I didn’t tell my hands to smooth up to his shoulders, but they did. Every part of me felt bad for him. He beat himself up enough that I didn’t have to. My hands cupped his face, and I looked at him for the first time, like no lies stood between us.
“I forgive you. You’re drunk. It’s okay.”
His body ripped away from mine, and all the intimacy evaporated instantly. All the strings attaching our hearts together in this moment were severed.
Getting into action to leave, I tried to force my heart to calm down. I tried to get up, only to have his arm around my waist forcefully pull me back down to him. With a hard yank, he made sure the covers were covering me just as much.
I was face-to-face with the guy they nicknamed Grimm, after the Keeper of Death, the Grim Reaper, but all I saw was a guy so vulnerable it made my heart ache just as much as he made my pussy ache.
I watched the silent tears chase whatever he was feeling away. His arms held me into his chest, and his words broke over the top of me. “I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to.”
Like a fucked up mantra, he repeated himself a few times. I squeezed his arms, all that was in reach, trying to reach him in all the guilt he felt.
It made me wonder if that was why he kept people at arm’s length… because he didn’t know when to stop.