Fall Into You (30 page)

“No,” she said, gasping as his well-lubed finger slipped past the resistance. “Oh,
God.”

With slow, deliberate motion, he pumped his finger inside her ass, lighting up nerves
she didn’t even know she had. Edgy sensation made her squirm. She arched her hips,
not sure if she needed less or more.

“Touch your clit, sweet girl,” Grant directed in a pied-piper tone, daring her to
trust his guidance. “The stimulation will chase away any discomfort and turn into
something I think you’ll thoroughly appreciate.”

Don’t think, just do
. She brought her fingers to her sex, stroking herself the way she liked and brought
her other hand to her breast, drawing her nipple between her fingers.

A soft groan sounded in her ears—Kade. “Fuck, she’s sexy.”

“That she is,” Grant said, satisfaction underscoring his words. “Stay relaxed for
me, Charlotte.”

She hardly heard his instruction, the pleasure winding through her body and weighing
her down, pulling her under. She touched herself without shame, not caring that two
men were watching. She felt sensual and beautiful and more confident in her sexuality
than she could ever remember feeling.

But right when she was sinking into the moment, something cool and unyielding pushed
against her backside. She clenched automatically. But Grant’s palm stroked her thigh.
“Easy, relax your muscles. It’s just a plug. You’re not ready to take me yet, but
this will be a good start.”

Kade laid his free hand over the one she had against her pussy. “Keep going, Charlotte.
You’re driving me fucking wild. I love watching you.”

She moved her fingers, dialing up the pleasure again, and Grant pushed the lubed plug
past the tight ring of muscle, stretching her. She bucked against the bright burst
of sensation. “Shit…”

Grant’s expression turned ravenous, and he unfastened his pants. “Don’t come yet.
You’ve still got me to deal with.”

Holy hell.

He grabbed her beneath her knees, pushing the backs of her thighs up and out, opening
her for him. She had no idea how she was going to take him, too, but she yielded to
his knowing hands, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her. His cock pressed against her
soaked sex and, after a little bit of effort, slid in, filling her to the hilt. Every
muscle in her body seemed to contract. The plug made everything tighter, fuller. It
felt like he was everywhere.

“Oh, you feel good, darlin’, so fucking good.” He groaned as he moved all the way
back then buried himself again, rocking her against the desk. “I can’t wait until
it’s me in your ass, fucking you until you scream from release.”

He pumped into her, his cock jostling the plug with every thrust, and her fingers
pinched and stroked her clit as if under someone else’s control. Her thoughts began
to whirl into oblivion. She angled her head back, the onslaught of sensations making
her body pulse with electricity. Orgasm waited impatiently in the wings, her mind
holding it off until she heard the words she needed.

“Look at me, Charlotte. Just me,” Grant demanded as he fucked into her harder. “I
want to see your eyes when you come. Want you to know who’s doing this to you.”

Though it was near impossible to keep her eyes open, she locked onto Grant’s gaze
like a lifeline. But the intensity in his eyes was enough to knock what little control
she had flat out of her. She was his in that moment. Whatever he said she would do.
His pleasure was hers.

Sweat dotted his forehead and his hair was mussed, like he’d been running his hands
through it. He looked like a beautiful beast, feral and determined, claiming his territory.
And emotion danced through the blue of his eyes. He was in another place and was taking
her there with him.

Moisture coated her fingers as she worked her clit, his pelvis hitting her knuckles
with every thrust. Sensation climbed to a breaking point. Every tendon in her body
seemed to coil, energy beating through her in colorful waves.

“Grant.” The word was a mere gasp, a desperate plea.

“Come for me, Charlotte. Give me your pleasure.”

The dam broke, and the rush of it all crashed over her. A scream
tore from her throat as her every molecule seemed to crackle with sparks. Her body
writhed, trying to handle it all.

Kade’s groan mixed with their sounds of pleasure, and hot splashes landed against
her skin—his release painting stripes across her breasts and belly.

“Ah, God.” Grant came hard inside her, his body shuddering through his orgasm, her
name tumbling from his lips over and over again.

She closed her eyes, absorbing the music of that sound, the feel of him surrendering
to her as much as she was slave to him. She didn’t think she could ever tire of hearing
him call for her like she was the only woman that existed in the world.

She knew when they drifted back to earth, the outside world would push in, but in
that moment, lying there beneath him, she was truly happy.

Maybe for the first time in her life.

And possibly for the last.

After Grant helped clean Charli up and gave her his dress shirt to wear, she curled
up in a chair near his office door, looking a little unsure of herself all of a sudden.

He frowned over at her but was distracted when Kade returned from the restroom and
touched Grant’s arm. He turned to his friend, and Kade put a hand out to him. “I’m
going to head out now, but thanks for inviting me in, Grant. She really is a lovely
sub. You’re lucky to have found her.”

Grant shook his hand, weariness settling over him. “Thanks, man. I’m glad you had
a good time. I wouldn’t have trusted her with just anyone.”

Kade smiled like he had some secret. “I know.”

They exchanged good-byes and Kade walked toward the door, stopping next to Charli.
He reached out and brushed a hand over her hair. “Thank you, Charlotte. It was a privilege.”

She put her hand over his and gave him a warm smile. “You’re a good guy, Kade Vandergriff.”

“Don’t let that get out, all right? It’d ruin my reputation.” He leaned down and pressed
a soft kiss to her lips.

Grant’s chest seized with jealousy, the simple move kicking up a shit storm inside
him. Kade may have not entered Charli’s body, but he could give her something Grant
couldn’t, a tenderness that, by the looks of it, Charli craved.

Kade straightened and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze. “Later, gorgeous.”

By the time Kade walked out, Grant’s mood had tanked.
Later, gorgeous?
Guess Kade would be looking Charli up after Grant’s time with her ended. He gritted
his teeth and picked up the equipment he’d stocked his cabinet with this morning.
“Let’s get you back to the house. I’m sure you want a bath.”

“Sounds good.” She shifted in the chair and stood, unspoken questions all over her
face. She looked so young standing there in his too-big shirt, her hair mussed and
makeup smeared—like a college student after a long night out. Like Rachel used to
look when they first moved into together. She’d always loved wearing his shirts.

The air whooshed from his lungs as if a sack of sand had been dropped on his chest.
He turned away from Charli, bracing a hand on his desk.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he snapped, his words coming out like broken glass.

“The hell you are,” Charli said, her bare feet padding across the wood. “You’ve gone
pale, like you’ve seen a ghost.”

His shoulders hunched.

“Oh,” she said softly.

He looked over at her, and she took a step back, as if she was suddenly afraid to
touch him. “Charli.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, acting chilled despite the warm room. “That’s
exactly what happened, isn’t it? Something reminded you of your wife.”

He forced himself to a stand, trying to regain control of his
hammering heart. “I’m sorry. I’m okay.” He closed his eyes, took a breath. “It’s been
happening a lot lately.”

Ever since you stepped into my life.
He didn’t say it, but he knew it was Charli’s presence that was knocking the dust
off the memories he thought he’d packed away. He had no idea why. Charli didn’t look
like Rachel, and she damn sure didn’t act like her. His wife had been quiet, almost
fragile, and innocent to a lot of the world. She’d been sheltered her whole childhood
by a very strict family, and Grant had felt the instinct to protect her from the start
of their relationship. A job he’d failed in the worst way possible.

Charli’s gaze shifted away from his, though she still held herself tightly. “I’m going
to head back to the cabin, give you some space.”

He frowned, turning fully toward her. He was doing it again—putting Charli through
an intense scene and then leaving her on a limb by herself while he dealt with own
shit. If they gave out membership cards to doms, his should be fucking revoked. He
closed the space between them. “Come ’ere.”

She lowered her arms but didn’t make any other move. He drew her against him and tucked
her against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the tension she still
held in her muscles. He was fucking things up with her. He could almost see the protective
shell closing around her.

After the briefest of embraces, she pushed back, slipping from his arms and moving
out of his reach. “I’m going to get going. I have an article I need to write.”

“Charli, don’t do that. I know that I keep screwing things up, but don’t shut me out.
This afternoon was fantastic.”

She graced him with a small smile but sadness hung in her eyes. “It was, and I’m not
shutting you out. I just need a breather to get myself back together.”

Her eyes went a bit glassy, and she looked away. His heart lurched. “Charli.”

She turned her back to him, swiping at the tears she didn’t want
him to see. “Ugh, I hate this. Am I going to cry every goddamned time? I’m supposed
to be learning how to be more feminine, not how to turn into a crybaby.”

He stepped behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and massaging. “It’s my
fault. We should be sitting in that chair together right now, stroking each other,
and coming down slowly after that scene. Instead, I’m acting like a fucking mental
case.”

The tension in her muscles unfurled beneath his fingers. Her head sagged forward.
“It’s okay. Grief is a bitch. Believe me, I know. I still can’t go into a hospital
without wanting to vomit. Even the scent of strong cleaners can yank me back to the
day my dad died. And don’t even try to talk to me on Father’s Day.”

He spun her to face him and swiped the tear tracks off her cheeks. How she could be
so understanding was a wonder. She’d just put herself completely in his hands, taken
risks she’d never taken before, and he’d brought another lover’s memory into the room
between them. Most women would’ve been insulted and strode out the door or pulled
the saccharin oh-you-poor-thing routine.

But instead Charli was looking at him with gentle eyes—not pity, but empathy. He’d
gotten used to the pity thing once people knew about Rachel. He hated it, which is
why he rarely told anyone anymore. But the way Charli stared up at him only made him
want to hold her tighter. To be open with her.

“You were beautiful today. Perfect,” he said, pushing her hair behind her ears. “I’m
sorry I ruined the afterglow.”

She slid her hands up his still-bare chest to circle her arms around his neck. “You
don’t have to apologize. And you don’t have to hide that part of yourself from me.
I’d rather you be honest if you’re dealing with something than putting on a happy
face and pretending everything is hunky-dory. I don’t need the unflappable master
dom persona all the time. I can handle the human man beneath that.”

Her words pried under that shield of armor he spent so much time honing and hit him
right in the sternum. He was usually the
one giving lectures to subs about letting down their defenses and being open and honest.
Now his sub was turning the tables on him and calling him out on his own bullshit.

He turned her and lifted her, catching her by surprise, then carried her over to the
chair she’d left. He adjusted her in his lap, fitting her against his chest.