The Rhythm of My Heart (20 page)

It’s a workday so I won’t be celebrating with my family tonight, but Gracie said that she would be waiting for me at home. Since the Fourth, the ER has been incredibly busy, so I’m usually exhausted by the time I get home. I’m beyond tired today, but my girl wanted to spend my special day with me, so of course, I couldn’t refuse.

Her car’s already in the driveway when I pull up, just as I expected it to be. Sometimes the thought of having Gracie move in with me makes so much sense. I love the idea of coming home to her every day, but I know it’s too soon for something like that. Three months, that’s not a long time at all, even though it feels so much longer. Every minute of our time together has been amazing.

I walk through the front door dropping my keys and workbag next to the hall table, and head for the kitchen where I can hear Gracie singing away to some Adele song. I’ve never heard her sing. I stop at the kitchen doorway, amazed at how beautiful she sounds; even more surprised that she doesn’t perform at Pitch and Tone with Ashley.

I could stand here and listen to her all night, but I’m yearning to capture her lips with mine, so I step into the kitchen where she notices me immediately and stops singing mid-chorus. “You have an amazing voice, baby,” I compliment her. A soft blush rises on her cheeks; any exhaustion I previously felt has instantly vanished, as arousal takes its place.
God, I love it when she blushes like that.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” she says, effectively dismissing my comment and distracting me as she reaches up and wraps her arms around me, capturing my lips in a warm embrace. We don’t deepen the kiss but linger briefly and just hold each other. Everything I could ever ask for, for my birthday, is right here in my arms.

“Dinner’s almost ready. I set everything up on the deck because it’s such a beautiful evening. Why don’t you go get changed, and then we’ll eat?” she suggests.

“Thank you for this. For the birthday wishes, for cooking dinner… for just being here with me,” I say, as I place a quick kiss to her forehead.

“There’s no place I’d rather be. But you better hurry because I have some surprises in store for you.” She winks and turns back to finish what she was doing.

A few minutes later, as I walk out the French doors to the back deck, I’m astonished by the sight before me. Balloons, streamers, and even a big-ass banner that reads ‘Happy Birthday, Baby’ cover the entire deck. “What have you done?” I chuckle, when I see Grace standing by the table looking ridiculously cute in a party hat.

“Well, it’s the first birthday I’m spending with you; you didn’t want a big celebration, so I thought I would give you your own private party.”

I strut over to the table and grab her around her waist pulling her into me. “A private party is exactly what I’m in the mood for, Sweet Cheeks.”

Gracie’s smile widens. “Well, you’ll just have to wait and see what’s on the agenda for later. Right now, your dinner awaits, birthday boy.”

I pull out her chair and then take my own seat. The meal looks amazing and I realize just how famished I am as I take in the scent of marinated steak with roasted garlic and rosemary potatoes. I grab the bottle of red wine and fill our glasses while Gracie serves up the salad. “This is the perfect way to celebrate, Gracie. I couldn’t be happier right now.”

“I’m glad you like it. I wasn’t sure if I went a little overboard on the decorations; I just wanted to make it fun. I know how hectic work has been for you this week.”

We talk and laugh throughout the meal, filling each other in with the details of our day. I tell her about the cake that the nursing staff surprised me with. Everything is perfect. We‘ve been finished eating for quite a while, when Gracie gets up and begins clearing the dishes. I stand to help; h, she tells me to stay where I am, and she’ll be right back with a surprise.

I’m sitting back sipping more wine and wondering if it’s a present or another cake when Gracie walks back out to join me. A huge lump instantly forms in my throat. I swallow it down with great difficulty because the sight of Gracie before me, naked, has sent my body into a frenzy.

“I thought we could go for a swim,” she suggests, and continues walking past me toward the pool.

Thank God I have high fences and the neighbors are far enough away that they can’t see into my backyard, because they’d be about to get one hell of a show if they weren’t. I scramble out of my chair and start ripping off my clothes as I head toward Gracie. I’m so damn hard watching her from behind as she steps down into the water, all her beautiful curves on full display and begging to be touched.

With the last of my clothes shed, I watch as she ducks under the water and swims to the middle of the pool. When she breaks the surface with her hands smoothing back her wet hair, she looks like every man’s wet dream come true. I don’t waste any more time, I dive in and swim toward her, desperate to feel her wet skin against mine.

I pop up directly in front of her and cup her face, my hands sinking into the hair at her nape. “Now this is the best and most erotic birthday present I’ve ever received,” I tell her.

“That was definitely the plan,” she replies and wraps her legs around my waist, joining us together so that there isn’t any space between us.

The feel of her grinding against my throbbing cock sends heat through my veins; although my body is immersed to my chest in water, my skin feels like its on fire as waves of arousal consume me.

My kisses are frenzied and without finesse. My need is too great and I’m out of control, desperate to seek relief and release, but wanting to cherish and adore Gracie at the same time. My breathing’s labored, my chest heaving as if I’ve just run a marathon as I pull my lips from her mouth and start to ravage her neck, quickly finding that spot behind her ear that drives her crazy.

“Oh, baby,” Gracie cries. With her chest pressed so tightly against mine, I can feel her heart pounding the same erratic rhythm.

“God, you feel amazing,” I pant, as I move one hand to her ass and push her softness further into my aching cock.
This won’t do. I’m going to need more traction.

I walk us toward the bench step at the side and slowly set Gracie down, not wanting to break our contact. She moves her hands behind her for support causing her breasts to arch toward me like an offering from the gods. I’m a boob man; I won’t deny it, and Gracie has a spectacular pair.

Leaning forward, I take her right nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it while cupping her left breast and tweaking the already beaded nipple. The moans escaping Gracie are making me impossibly harder than I already was, and when she reaches down grabbing hold of me, stroking my length with long, languid strokes, I’m ready to explode then and there.

“I need you inside me now, Cole,” she breathlessly demands, as she guides my tip to her entrance and then puts her arm back behind her for support. Our need is desperate. So without another word, I thrust forward and enter her as I grab the edge of the pool with one hand and her ass with the other.

“Ahhhh,” I groan, as her tight passage grips me like a vice. With each thrust, I drive into Gracie’s depths as the water around us splashes and quakes like the sea in a turbulent storm.

Gracie meets me thrust for thrust, her boobs bobbing in and out of the water with her movements. I slide my hand from her ass to the middle of her back so her chest arches out of the water ensuring I have an uninhibited view. The sight is overwhelming; as I increase my pace, my hand on the edge of the pool slips. So, with a white knuckled grip, I hang on for dear life as I pound the shit out of the goddess displayed before me.

“Feels so good. Oh, God, Cole,” she pants as I straighten slightly and throw my head back, consumed by the unbelievably perfect sensation of my cock sliding in and out of Gracie’s softness.

Gracie’s arms falter as she struggles to keep her balance with my relentless thrusting. When I realize the effort she’s exerting to support her upper body is tiring her, I let go of the side of the pool, pick her up, and stand up straight so that our chests are pressed together and my cock is still buried inside her.

“Hang on, baby, I’m going to make you more comfortable,” I tell her, while stepping up onto the bench step. Cradling her against me, I reach over to rip the mattress off the closest sun lounge. I lay it down on the ground beside the pool and, carefully, position Gracie on it, her legs still wrapped tightly around my waist. I’m still in the water up to my knees, so in this position Gracie’s ass is arched up, her shoulder blades flat on the mattress.

My left hand’s gripping her hip as I place my right palm flat, at the base of her neck and slowly glide it down between her breasts and over her stomach, stopping at the smoothness of her pussy. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight my entire life, Sweet Cheeks.”

Gracie’s eyes smolder with heat, as her tongue darts out and caresses her bottom lip before she pulls it between her teeth and bites it.
Damn, that’s sexy.
“Just fuck me, Cole,” she demands. The dirty words coming from her mouth are unexpected and break any hold I had on my composure. As my animalistic side overpowers me, I start thrusting back into her at a punishing rate.

“Shit, I’m so fucking deep like this. So deep,” I growl and grit my teeth. “I’m gonna come, baby. Are you close?” There’s no way I’m going to be able to hold back much longer.

“Almost there. Almost there. Coleeeeee,” she screams, as her release takes over.

I pound into her two more times before following her over the edge into unbridled ecstasy, roaring out her name without the slightest care of who might hear. When the last drop of my release has emptied into her, I slump down on top of Gracie’s naked form, gasping for breath.

Minutes pass as our breathing slows and returns to normal. While still inside her, I pick her up and turn us around so that I‘m now sitting on the edge of the pool with her straddling me. “Happy birthday to me,” I smirk.

Gracie giggles causing her boobs to rub against my chest. “That part of your present certainly turned out better than I planned.”

“There’s more?” I enquire.

“Of course, there’s more. I mean, I’m hoping for a replay of what just happened here, in the bedroom, but I do have an actual gift for you,” she says, as she runs her fingers through my wet hair.

I slowly pull out and lift her off me, but continue to hold her hand. “Well in that case, we better get your sexy butt back inside so I can collect the rest of my gifts.”

We climb out of the pool and the balmy evening air caresses our naked bodies. Neither of us thought about towels so without anything covering her, it‘s impossible not to take in the sight of Gracie’s form in all its natural glory with tiny beads of water glistening everywhere. “Turn around,” Gracie says.

Slightly confused, I furrow my brow. “Actually, I was enjoying the view and I’ve seen you naked many times before baby; there’s no need to be shy because we’re outside, especially after that spectacular display we just put on.”

Gracie rolls her eyes as if what I’ve just said is ridiculous. “I’m not being shy, Cole. I just want you to give me a piggyback ride inside. I haven’t had one since I was a little girl and a naked piggyback ride sounds like a lot of fun,” she tells me.

I can’t help but laugh at that, so I turn around and say, “Climb on baby.”

With a bit of a jump, Gracie’s naked body is wrapped around mine from behind; she places kisses across my shoulder blades as I carry her into the house. I’m not worrying about gathering my clothes on the way. When we make it to the bedroom, she slides off my back and goes to the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerges with a washcloth and walks over to me, “I cleaned up; now let me clean your back off.” Wiping her essence off my back, she then takes the cloth back to bathroom and goes over to her bag where she produces a large cube-shaped gift perfectly wrapped in silver paper with a blue ribbon. I sit on the bed, resting against the headboard. She climbs on and sits beside me, holding out the gift.

“Thank you, Grace,” I say sincerely, taking the gift from her and leaning in to kiss her.

I glance at her as I start undoing the wrapping paper. She seems anxious. “Why do you look so nervous now that I’m opening it?” I ask.

Gracie bites her lip, glances at the gift and back to me. “I just suddenly realized that if you hate it, I can’t take it back because I had it engraved. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that.”

Taking her hand in mine, I gently rub the back of it, trying to soothe her fears. “Whatever it is, I’ll love it because it’s from you,” I reassure her.

I let go of her hand and continue tearing the paper off. When I get to the box and lift the lid, I’m shocked with what sits inside. “Gracie, this is too much. I love it; I really do, but you shouldn’t have spent this much.”

“You really like it?” she warily asks.

“Baby, it’s amazing.” I remove the silver Emporio Armani Chronograph watch and turn it over to see the engraving. ‘Happy Birthday! Love, Grace’ is written in small elegant script on the back.
Love!
It’s funny how that little four-letter word just sent my heart racing with hope and desire. I know it’s only written there as sentiment and that she hasn’t said it to me herself, but I can’t deny the rush of warmth that just coursed through my veins at the sight of it followed by her name. “It’s perfect, Gracie. Thank you.”