Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(27)

She reached up and back, finding his hair and stroking his head. “I love you, too, D.”

Grant palmed her cheek. “Love you so f*cking much it hurts,” he whispered. “Both of you. I never thought this dream would ever come true, but I’m glad it has.”

It felt good to feel happy again. “Love you, too, Master.”





Chapter Eight


Susie awoke the next morning confused, briefly disoriented, sore in all the good ways…

And draped across Grant’s chest.

The night slammed into her brain.

It wasn’t a dream!

She closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath, finally succeeding in holding back her tears.

Happy ones, for a change.

A very nice change.

Until this morning, her usual routine was to wake up after a night of horrible dreams, realize she was stuck in a living nightmare, and struggle not to cry before making her way out of bed and into the cosmic bad joke that was her life.

It felt so damn good to have the exact opposite problem now.

And to realize she hadn’t had a single damn dream that night. No bad ones. None that she could remember, at least.

The solid warmth of Darryl’s body was firmly pressed along her back, his arm draped over her waist and resting on Grant.

This morning couldn’t get any more perfect.

Grant nuzzled the top of her head. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he whispered.

Correction. It did just get more perfect.

She tipped her head back to kiss him. “Good morning, Master.”

“Yeah, I think you’re stuck calling me that when we’re alone. I love hearing you say it too damn much.” He wore that smirk, the one she loved so much, as he reached up and stroked her cheek. “How do you feel?”

“I don’t think words exist to describe how good I feel right now.”

He reached over to the bedside table and retrieved his phone. “Holy crap, it’s only seven.” He let out a yawn. “We are not normally early risers on Saturdays, if we can avoid it.”

“Is that the royal we, or you mean both of you?”

“Both of us.” He held up a hand and pointed over at Darryl. “He usually has to be up early on Sundays, which sucks badly enough.”

“And he is trying to sleep right now,” Darryl mumbled against the nape of her neck.

“Sorry,” she said, wiggling her butt against his hips, where his morning woody was now pressing against her deliciously sore ass. “I work a lot of Saturdays. Most Saturdays.” She let out a sigh. “Kind of how I self-medicate. Long days, lots of days. The only reason I take Sundays off is to do my laundry and clean the house and stuff.”

“Do you have to be at work every Saturday?” Grant asked.

“No. John and I rarely worked Saturdays. In fact, Kristin usually makes a point of calling me on Saturday mornings to yell at me for being in the office.”

“Who’s she again?”

“My assistant.”

“Ah. I think I like her already.” Grant rolled on top of her. “You cannot work yourself to death.” His intent blue gaze pierced straight through her soul.

“I know,” she softly said. “I didn’t have a reason not to work before. It helped me…not think.”

His expression softened and he kissed her before rolling onto his side. “Well, now you have two guys willing to help you not think.”

“Will you please suck his cock and shut him up?” Darryl grumbled.

“That’s five,” Grant said.

“It’s well worth it if I can go back to sleep for a little while.”

She sat up, staring into Grant’s eyes, awaiting his signal.

He playfully rolled his eyes. “All right, sure, you can suck my cock if you really want to.”

She dove under the sheet, enjoying the way he laughed and how it immediately turned into a groan of pleasure as she found and swallowed his cock.

Did she want to?

Hell, yeah.

Of course she did.

This had been a particularly cherished Saturday—and Sunday—morning routine between her and John. Without anywhere to be they would sleep late, and when she woke up, she would almost always immediately do that to awaken him.

Grant buried his fingers in her hair, pulling the sheet off her.

“Look at me,” he hoarsely said.

She shifted position so she could lock gazes with him.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered. “Just like that.”

Her heart pounded, her soul thrilled.

Finally.

Those old feelings filling her when she wasn’t sure if she’d ever again know this kind of joy, this kind of passion.

“When you get done sucking my cock, baby, you can suck his next.”

She softly moaned around Grant’s cock.

His fingers firmly closed around her head, eventually guiding and then taking over, until he was setting the pace, the depth, and she was merely along for the ride at that point.

She loved it.

Her world once again correctly aligned, her heart light, her soul free instead of bound by rusting chains of grief and loneliness.

Salty pre-cum flowed over her tongue. When he started rocking his hips, she knew he was close and prepared herself. It wouldn’t take her long to learn his body, and Darryl’s, too. To be able to read them, know the signs as they got close.