Chasing Rhodes (Rock Falls #1) (12 page)

It’s Friday afternoon, and we have to be at my parents’ house in an hour. I thought I’d calmed my nerves about the whole thing after talking to Greyson the night he decided to come. But I was wrong. My nerves are shot through the roof.

In the entire, oh, I’d say five minutes that I’ve been waiting since Greyson called to say he was on his way over, I’ve almost run a line into the carpet from pacing. I am dressed festively cute. I have my long, auburn hair pulled into a loose side braid and I’m wearing the diamond studs my parents gave me for my graduation. I don’t wear a lot of jewelry, mostly just rings and the occasional long chain, but these are special to me. I paired them with a loose, flowing, white cable-knit sweater, black leggings, and black boots.

It is April, and although the weather has gotten warmer, it still isn’t exactly nice out. ‘April showers bring May flowers’ is especially true in Rock Falls. It rains a lot in the spring and fall. I have everything packed and ready to go for our trip tomorrow. I have no idea where he is taking me for the next two days, but he seems to be pretty good at this whole ‘surprising me’ thing, and if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?

When I hear the rumble of his truck pulling up outside, I nearly tear the door off the hinges when I fling it open. “Beth!” I holler. “He’s here! Let’s go!” I grab my coat and purse off the couch and run outside. I almost feel like, if I don’t get to the car fast enough, he’ll decide to bolt.
I know I am acting ridiculous, but damn if I can stop myself from doing it anyway.

He meets me in the middle of the driveway and pulls me into his chest, kissing me hello. “I told you I’d be here, sweetheart. Don’t look so nervous. I’m not going anywhere.”

I stand up on my tiptoes and pull his mouth back to mine, kissing him harder and running my fingers through his hair. He’s let it grow out in the last month and I love it. He constantly has that just-fucked look, and it’s long enough to grab on to when his head is between my thighs.

Beth clears her throat behind us and we break apart, grinning at each other like a bunch of lovesick fools. Sometimes I don’t blame Lennon for not wanting to hang out with the two of us alone. She hates gushy lovey stuff and we are one hundred percent the gushy lovey stuff—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Greyson helps me into the passenger’s seat before he does the same for Beth, helping her into the back. Then we are on our way.

As we pull up to my parents’ two-story brick home in BayShores, a subdivision just outside of town, I can hear the
Jaws
soundtrack start playing in my head—dun dun… dun dun… I inwardly groan and take Greyson’s hand in mine as we weave our way up the path leading to my childhood home. We don’t bother to knock—we never do—and walk inside.

The house smells fantastic and my stomach rumbles involuntarily. My dad is a great cook, and I am eager to see what he’s made us. My mom must have heard the door because she comes walking down the stairs from their bedroom.

“Happy Easter!” She smiles, and I can’t help but smile back right away. I love my mom.

Her hair is somewhat a mix of Beth and mine. It’s a strawberry blond and cut short. Mom doesn’t bother to spend time fussing over herself, but she still always manages to look perfectly put together. She’s wearing a blue button-down that sets off her dark-brown eyes, a pair of jeans, and the slippers we got her for Christmas.

She reaches the bottom of the stairs and takes turns wrapping both Beth and me in massive hugs. That’s what I love about my family. It doesn’t matter that we saw each other a few days ago. We always welcome each other this way.

“Mom, this is Greyson. Greyson, this is my mom, Anna.” He reaches out to shake her hand and I have to hold back a laugh.
My mom is a hugger. All us Rhodeses are, but my mother especially.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Rhodes,” he says, and she laughs, bypassing his arm and enveloping him in a hug that’s large despite the fact that he’s almost a foot taller than she is.

She pulls out of their hug and gently slaps him on the chest. “Mrs. Rhodes is my mother-in-law, Greyson. Now please call me Anna.”

He smiles back at her, and we all make our way into the living room. The living room and the kitchen are all one large room. It was perfect for us as a family because Dad was always cooking, and this way, we could all be together when he was.

“Hi, Daddy!” Beth and I say at the same time.
How very Brady Bunch of us.
I laugh to myself, giving my old man a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi there, my sweet girls,” he coos, dropping kisses on our heads. My dad is by no means a small man. He’s well over six feet tall, with jet-black hair and forest-green eyes, just like all three of his children. “And this must be the Greyson we’ve heard so much about,” he says, his voicing dropping into a sterner tone.

It doesn’t bother my parents in the slightest that Greyson is nearly covered in tattoos. Almost all of my guy friends growing up had them, and they love them. The sternness in my dad’s voice doesn’t come from judgment. It only comes from a place of looking out for me.

I proceed to give the same introduction I gave at the door. “Daddy, this is Greyson. Greyson, this is my dad, Oliver.”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” Greyson answers.

“How do you know it’s nice to meet me, Greyson? I could be an absolute asshole,” my dad deadpans.

I feel a little bad for my Hunnam. In my nervous state, I forgot to mention that my dad is an avid fan of teasing people. He also tells the lamest jokes in the world, but we love them anyway. I can tell that Greyson is trying not to look intimidated my by father, and I’ll admit that he’s doing a pretty good job. He opens his mouth to begin to say something and my dad starts to laugh.

“I’m only kidding, son. Call me Oliver. It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” He pulls a bewildered Greyson into a hug and does that manly slap thing on his back.
I told you. Rhodeses are huggers. Till the day we die.

We all settle around the kitchen in various places, falling into easy conversation as we watch my dad finish cooking. He’s making code green and code yellow—our favorites! My stomach growls again. Once all of us kids moved out, my dad started bribing us to come home for dinner by cooking our favorite foods. Code yellow is homemade mac and cheese (with the breaded crust) and code green is his famous Caesar salad. Needless to say, we very rarely miss family dinner. He’s finished it off with steak on the barbeque, and within minutes, we’re eating at the table.

“Have you talked to Kai lately?” my mom asks from across the table.

“I haven’t,” Beth responds before shoving a forkful of mac and cheese in her mouth.
My sister may be a girly girl, but even she doesn’t mess around when it comes to good food.

“I talked to him a few days ago,” I say. I know that my parents miss him. He’s been gone away to school for almost two years now, and although he visits as often as he can, it’s still weird for them to have a child so far away.

“We spoke to him last night too. He says he’s sorry he couldn’t come home for Easter. They have practice tomorrow night, and it wouldn’t be worth the flight,” my mom answers back, looking a little sad.

“One more year, lamb chops,” my dad says, squeezing her shoulder. She smiles at the use of her nickname. “One more year and then he’ll be back.”

“Not if he gets picked up by the NHL,” Beth says through a mouthful of food, and I kick her under the table. She yelps. “What the hell was that for?”

“It was for two things. One, don’t talk with your mouth full of food, Beth. That’s gross. Two, we don’t know if he’s going to get picked up and we’ll deal with it if or when the time comes.” I’m glaring at her, attempting to communicate that Mom and Dad are already nervous about the possibility and her bringing it up so crudely isn’t helping.

“Whatever,” she says, and I roll my eyes.
Sometimes my sister has zero filter.
A slow Cheshire grin starts to spread across her face and I instantly know that I just screwed myself by calling her out in front of everyone. She turns her attention to dad. “So...when are you going to start grilling lover boy over here?” This time, Greyson is the one who kicks her underneath the table.

My parents laugh and my dad starts right in on Greyson, asking him a million questions under the sun. “What do you do for work, son?”

He proceeds to tell them all about his career as a paramedic and how much he loves his work. As he goes on to tell us a few stories, I can see my dad’s face soften and sternness in his eyes dissipates.
My dad loves a hardworking man.

We move to the living room for desert, and as I sit down on the couch, Greyson pulls me into his side, draping a heavily tattooed arm around my shoulders. We continue to laugh and tell stories late into the evening, and by the time we go to leave, my eyes are heavy with sleep.

I kiss my parents goodbye, and as I watch them do the same to Greyson, my heart swells. They love him, just like I knew they would. I don’t even have to ask. It is written all over their faces. I see my dad lean in to whisper something in Greyson’s ear before giving him another slap on the back and pulling away.

“Have fun this weekend, you two!” Beth says, smiling.

My dad wraps his arms around my mom’s shoulders from behind, kissing her cheek. “Your mom’s going to love the place I’ve chosen this year,” he says proudly.

“I love it ever year, Olly, because every year, it’s with you,” she coos back, and I smile. My parents are still madly in love with each other.

“Love you guys!” I say as we walk out the door.

They wait in the doorway until we’ve pulled out of the driveway, and I can see them waving until we turn the corner.

“What did our dad say to you at the door, Greyson?” Beth pipes from the backseat.
Huh. She caught that too.

He keeps his eyes on the road as he answers. “He said, ‘Welcome to the family!’And that if I break your heart, he’d happily break my face.”

Beth and I fall into a fit of laughs because we both know that, although Daddy loves Greyson, he meant every word.

I
AM WIDE
awake, dressed, and ready to go by eight o’clock. I might have said that he was good at planning surprises, but that didn’t mean I’m not chomping at the bit to find out where we are going.

“Did you pack everything I told you to bring?” he asks, walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

This would be one of those moments when his hotness stuns me into stupidity.
I don’t answer. I just let my eyes roam over his sculpted chest and all the way down to his sexy V.
Goddamn that V.
I lick my lips and drag my gaze slowly back up, taking in all his beautiful tattoos and wet hair.

“Do you like what you see sweetheart?” He chuckles.

“Why yes, Mr. Hunnam. I believe I do,” I say, reaching out to run my nails down his abs, and he shudders.

“Don’t tease me, Hannah,” he growls. “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.”

I stand up, flicking his nipple with my tongue. “If you’re lucky, I’ll finish you later, but right now, I want to know where we’re going, so put some clothes on that body before I change my mind.” With that, I leave the room to say goodbye to the girls.

We’ve been driving for almost two hours and I’m starting to get antsy. He won’t tell me where we are going and I’m still turned on from when I saw him this morning. “Are we almost there?” I whine, looking over at his handsome profile.

“Not yet, sweetheart. One more hour.” He smiles over at me, and I get an idea.

“Will the road be this straight for a while?” I ask innocently.

“Yeah, it will be straight for a while.” He furrows his brow, looking worried. “Why? Are you feeling carsick? I can pull over?”

I shake my head and unbuckle my seatbelt. I lift the moveable console up and slide into the middle seat beside him. “What are you doing, sweetheart?” he questions looking adorably confused.

“I changed my mind,” I whisper, biting his earlobe between my teeth. “I want to finish you off now.” I reach down and grab him through his jeans.

“Jesus Christ!” he groans, gripping onto the steering wheel.

I move so I’m kneeling on the seat and start to unbuckle his belt. I can already see that he’s hard as a fucking rock, so I’m careful opening his zipper. I let out a small giggle when I see his long johns under the jeans.
All damn year. He wasn’t joking, and I think it’s adorable.
I tug down on the elastic of his long johns and his cock springs free. I squeeze my legs together at the sight of him.

His cock is perfect. Thick and pink. Soft skin over steel. Pre-come is dripping from the head, and I lick it off with my tongue. I fucking love the way he tastes. I grip him in my hand, running my tongue along the thick vein up his shaft. Every muscle in his body is wound tight from having to concentrate on the road and it has to be making his pleasure more intense. I suck him into my mouth, taking him as far as I can go before I start to gag. He’s so big, so it’s not very far. I start to suck him and pump my hand to the same rhythm, stopping every once in a while to twirl my tongue around the tip.