Keeping It Secret (4 page)

"So close! Oh Grant!"

He could feel tremors crashing through her and felt her pussy clench around his cock. She was so tight, so wonderfully tight. It was as though her hot little pussy was made just for his dick. He watched as he slid fully out and then back into her.

"Coming.
So close. Coming!" she cried out just as her body tensed and he felt a rush of heated fluid surround his cock and run down his balls. She slumped over the sink, panting hard.

Satisfied that she had come, he increased his speed, fucking her mercilessly.

His balls tightened and his cock began to throb.
Seconds away.
"Oh God,
Nik
," he gasped just before he unloaded deep into her. Spent, he collapsed over her, trying to keep his weight from fully crushing her. He took a few long, deep breaths before straightening and pulling out. He caressed her mound as their combination of fluids leaked out of her and down her inner thighs.

Reaching over her, Grant snatched a hand towel from the rack and wet it down. Crouching down behind her, he gently wiped
the cum
from her inner thighs and pussy She sighed loudly enjoying the feel of him lovingly washing her.

Satisfied that she was clean, he kissed her inner thigh, less than an inch from her pussy and stood. Discarding the washcloth in the small, white clothing hamper, he lowered her t-shirt back over her hot little round bottom, and then gave it a playful slap. "Let's get out of here, before they wake up."

Turning, Nikki faced him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing the length of her body against his. "Do you always treat the women you're with so well?" she asked her lips brushing across his.

He pulled back from her, his storm- grey eyes looking deep into her blue ones. "Only the ones I love."

A smile played on her lips, and her eyes twinkled as she looked at him adoringly. "So how many have you loved?"

Grant tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear and gave her a smile.
"Only one."
Even though it scared the hell out of him, he meant every word of it.

****

"Did you really need to bring that?" Nikki asked referring to the gun he had holstered, under his black leather jacket.

"It's after midnight on a Friday night and we're taking a stroll through the Public Gardens. There's no way in
hell
we'd be coming here without the gun." Grant gave her hand a squeeze as they continued to walk. "I won't kill anyone, I promise," he teased, smiling down at her.

With his reassurance, Nikki relaxed. If it was anyone but Grant there was no way she'd be wondering through the park after dark, but Grant had a way of making her feel safe and secure - no matter where they were. Not to mention she was still feeling as horny as hell, but while sex with him in the Lotus a couple months ago was explosive, she doubted her ancient Dodge Neon would be anything like as comfortable.

"Sneaking out of the apartment and coming here to find a quiet place to make out makes you feel like a teenager doesn't it?" She was by no means complaining. It was a beautiful night. It was warm with just a slight breeze that blew her knee-length skirt around her thighs. She made sure she wore a skirt with no underwear. Considering it might possibly be the last time they could be alone together she’d come prepared.

"Giving you the feeling of déjà vu from a couple of years ago huh?" he teased.

Giving him a swat on the arm, Nikki grinned despite herself. "I was talking about
you
to be specific."

Grant chuckled and raised a questioning brow at her. "You wouldn't be implying I'm getting old, would you?"

Nikki's grin widened and she gave his hand a light squeeze, but didn't reply to his question. At thirty-five Grant was hardly old.

They veered off the main asphalt path and down a narrower side path with high, dense trees on either side of the trail. They walked for less than a minute before they came to a red wooden park bench.

"Here," Grant announced, stopping dead in his tracks and sitting on the bench. He pulled her over to him, grabbed her waist and lifted her onto his lap.

Straddling his lap, Nikki slid her arms around his neck and met his gaze. She could tell by the expression on his face that he had something on his mind. She frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I think we should tell them."

Tell them?
Her parents?
About her and Grant?
Had he lost his mind?

"Tell them?" she echoed her frown deepening.

Grant nodded. "Yes
them
."

Nikki and Grant had always avoided discussing the fact that he was her uncle, albeit not biologically. However, they'd agreed to keep their relationship a secret simply to avoid the commotion that announcing it would cause.

"Grant
,
it's not like I'm bringing home some boy for them to meet. This is complicated, you know that." She wasn't sure how she really felt about letting them in on their little secret. If she was completely honest with herself she would have admitted that keeping their relationship to themselves wasn't all about keeping up appearances or what the family would think. Much of it had to do with the fact that she liked having him all to herself.

Whenever Grant was around he was the center of attention. Of course she certainly didn't blame their family for seeing him through rose-tinted glasses and for idolizing him, he was the family hero for a reason. He was
her
hero for a reason. But by keeping it secret it felt as though he was hers and only hers.

Grant sighed. He took her chin in his hand and tilted it so her eyes were forced back up to his. "I know it's complicated and I know it will be shocking to them... to everyone."

Why couldn't she have fallen in love with the boy next door, or the quarterback of the high school football team? She sighed, she knew why. She was meant for Grant, and only Grant.

She nibbled on her lower lip nervously. "Can’t we wait?
Just a little longer?"

Taking a deep breath in, Grant exhaled loudly. "Nikki..."

Flattening her palms to his t-shirt clad chest, she leaned into him and placed a tender kiss on his lips. "Let me have you to myself just a little while longer," she whispered against his lips. "Please.
Just a little longer?"

Chapter 4

Grant groaned against her lips. One hand grasped the nape of her neck and brought her mouth down to his, kissing her with a greater urgency, while the other slipped into the outside pocket of his jacket where he fingered the small jewellery case tucked away there. From the moment the idea of marriage had popped into his head that morning, he hadn't been able to shake it.

The more he had thought about it as the day had worn on, the more he decided it was what he wanted to do. What he
needed
to do. He wanted to lead a normal life, with a normal job and a sweet, beautiful woman to share it with. And that woman was Nikki. There was no doubt in his mind she was meant for him.

Earlier that evening, Grant had managed to slip away from Nikki and her parents for a short time and had made his way to a nearby jewellery store. He’d purchased the diamond ring confined in the little felt box in his pocket. The diamond was nothing in comparison to the one around her neck, but it would have to do.

The problem was that they needed to tell her parents. How could he propose and keep that a secret? His whole life was a lie to a large extent; he refused to allow this to be a secret as well. Was he to quit the CIA, move to Boston and each time they show up pretend he was stopping by for a visit? He refused to pressure Nikki into telling anyone about them, and he simply didn't want to propose unless they were in the open, so he supposed for now they were at a standstill. He pulled his hand out from his pocket, leaving the ring where it was - for now.

He just needed a little more time to consider it and at the present moment as their tongues explored each other, and his cock came alive, he was no longer thinking rationally. Thoughts of unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick overpowered those of his proposal.

****

For a moment Nikki started to get concerned that he was angry over her asking him to wait to tell her parents. His kisses seemed distant and distracted, but an instant later he was kissing her passionately, his hands roaming over her body and pulling her tightly against him, as he always did.

She sighed against his mouth, her lips leaving his and working their way down his neck. The smell of his spicy cologne assaulted her nostrils, the cologne she loved, the cologne that brought images of him to her mind each time she went to a store and it was in the air or whenever she smelt it on someone passing by. If she were to never see him again, that scent would be etched in her mind, for the rest of her life.

But still...
She couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong.

The feel of his rock hard cock, with only his pants separating them took her mind away from her concerns as she rocked her hips against him, grinding her pussy which was beginning to become wetter by the second against the covered ridge of his shaft.

Closing her eyes, she arched her back and indulged in the feeling of his lips working their way down her chest. The delicate buttons holding her blouse together came loose without her even realizing Grant was undoing them, exposing her generous breasts, covered in thin, black lace.

Grant pulled the material down, exposing her breasts fully. The warm wind tickled her nipples, turning them to hardened peaks even before his mouth captured the first one. His teeth gently nipped at one tight bud, causing a whimper to come from her, while he palmed the other one.

She heard his zipper as he undid his pants, then the feel of his hot, hard cock was making its way between the lips of her pussy, and nudging at her entrance.
"Oh-my-god Grant.
Here? What if someone..."

"They won't," he interrupted.

Her voice left her and all she seemed to be able to do was moan as he grasped her hips in his hands and slowly lowered her onto his ready cock. His thick shaft moved excruciatingly slowly into her, stretching her to her limits and making her cry out. She fell into him, burying her face into his neck, and fisting his leather jacket.

She tried to move, but he kept her firmly in place on him.

"Please Grant." She wanted desperately to move on him,
needed
to move. Instead he pulled her down deeper, to the hilt and kept her there. It was sweet agony. When he finally released her, her body was in
a frenzy
, her pussy throbbing around his cock and she was feeling lightheaded.

Her body seemed to move on its own. Her hips moving in circles as she bounced up and down on his lap.

"Oh yeah,
Nik
, ride the cock, honey." Grant leaned back, thrusting his hips up and meeting hers. His hands remained on her hips guiding her, pulling her down deeply onto him with each downward thrust. The warm night wind tickled her exposed breasts, as they bounced with her movements.

Gripping tighter to his jacket she increased her speed, as heat pulsed through her body, exploding in her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to the brink. His cock flexed and throbbed inside of her, rubbing against her inner wall. The lightheaded feeling intensified, and she was left breathless as her climax came crashing through her, spilling over his cock.

"Oh fuck,
Nik
! I love that tight little pussy!"

Exhausted, and panting from her release Nikki fell against him. In one swift movement Grant had her flipped over to her back and was thrusting into her. She closed her eyes and held tight to him. She became aware once more of the fact they were in a public park, where anyone could be lurking around watching from the cover of the bushes.

"Fuck me hard Grant. Fuck me, fuck me,
fuck
me!" she cried out climbing the summit once more, turned on by the idea of an audience.

"So damned wet," he groaned covering her mouth with his own.

Moments later she found herself screaming out his name as she came with him, their juices combining in her tight core. Panting Grant lowered himself over her, taking care to hold the majority of his weight with a hand planted at either side of her head. Nikki held tightly to him, savouring the feel of his body over hers, memorizing it. If this was going to be their last time alone together before he left, then she wanted to make the most of every second.

****

The rest of the weekend went by as they had suspected it would. They had virtually no time alone together. They were lucky to steal an occasional kiss or grope and those isolated instances, were very few in number. Audrey and Ron didn't actually leave until after Nikki and Grant were in her car and leaving the parking lot of her apartment building on their way to drop him off at the airport.

As they walked side-by-side, their hands interlaced and in silence, Grant was feeling bad about how things had transpired. They'd waited over two months for their romantic weekend and it had been ruined. Grant had mentioned several more times the idea of informing her parents and wished she had agreed to let him tell Audrey and Ron, but she'd been adamant, she didn't want to yet. So he gave in and the ring remained in his jacket pocket.