Page 10 of Bread by the Grim (Ghostlight Falls #4)

Phil

H ow we make it down the basement steps without a repeat of my first day here I’ll never know.

But there are no words, no plans, no discussion ahead of time—it’s a silent agreement we make as Grim has to wrestle the passenger side door of his truck open for me.

He has me in his arms immediately, carrying me inside the back door of the bakery and to the basement door that I thankfully left unlocked.

Doux lets out a yelp of annoyance and runs for the couch as we land on the bed still wrapped up in each other’s arms. Grim’s mouth is all over me, kissing every exposed bit of flesh he can get to, ripping the dress more and more while promising between kisses to buy me another.

“I need to taste you,” he practically growls as he reaches my upper thighs. “Can I take this off?”

“Take off or rip off?”

He laughs. “I’m sorry, I got…carried away.” I nudge him with my knee, and he rolls to my side, giving me a moment to shimmy out of my underwear.

“The underwear is more expensive than the dress,” I explain as I toss it to the floor.

“Really?” he says as I sit up on an elbow and unhook my bra.

“God, Phil, what do I do first?” he says, a look of true concern on his face. I can’t help but laugh.

“Whatever you want. I’m all yours.”

The look in his eyes changes. In fact, his whole demeanor changes. I could swear something passes in his eyes–they seem to grow darker for a moment—but it must be a trick of the light because it’s there and gone in a flash.

“Yes, yes, you are.” He leans over me and kisses each breast. “Ladies, I’ll be back,” he says before grabbing a thigh with each hand and burying his face in my pussy.

“Grimmmmm.” My voice sounds possessed, but Grim either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice.

Unlike other men I’ve been with, he gets straight to the point—his tongue is on my clit immediately, circling and sucking in a rhythm that has me wrapping my hands around the back of his head and pushing him harder against me.

He releases my left thigh and turns me just slightly on my side. I have no idea what he’s up to until a finger pushes inside me, then two, working in sync with the motion of his tongue.

“Grim!” I squeal as the pressure becomes intense. I feel so close to the edge, so close to falling over…the noises coming from my mouth and my body are obscene, but nothing seems to stop Grim. In fact, every moan, every sudden intake of air just seems to push him to work harder.

It’s almost too much, and for a moment, I think I’ve missed my shot at it, but Grim presses even harder against my clit, and I force myself to focus on chasing my release, on feeling everything he’s doing instead of worrying about the massive wet spot on the bed or the trauma I’m forcing Doux to endure.

And then it all breaks.

Pleasure, so intense all I can do is tense up, fills my entire core, my body shaking with it as Grim keeps working me until I’m pushing him away at last. He takes a hint finally and rests his head on my thigh as I catch my breath.

“Grim, that was amazing.”

He shakes his head and begins to kiss his way back up to my breasts.

“You are amazing. These are amazing.” I laugh as he rests his forehead directly on my chest for a moment before coming to lay by my side.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, my bare breasts against the hardness of his chest .

“Can I make a confession?” I ask, curled up in the crook of his arm.

“Of course,” he says.

“I’ve thought about what it’d be like to be curled up with you every day since you answered the door without a shirt on.”

He looks down at me and smiles. “Really?”

I nod. “Truly.”

“I hope it’s not rude to admit, but I too have a similar confession.”

“You’ve been thinking about you without your shirt on since I arrived?”

He laughs and kisses each of my breasts before meeting my eyes. “I’m glad this only took two weeks to figure out.”

“Two weeks of blue balls,” I grumble with a smile.

He laughs. “I promise you, as long as you know me, you’ll never have blue balls again.”

“I plan to hold you to that, Grim.”

He leans his forehead against mine. “Always.”

It’s the middle of the day, but curled up in Grim’s arms, it’s hard not to relax. I find myself easily drifting off to sleep. I wake up hours later to Doux’s angry demands for dinner, Grim’s arms still wrapped around me .

“Is your arm okay?” I ask as I kiss him on the cheek.

“Are you kidding? Every part of me is great.” He kisses me back hard, and I urge him back on top of me only to have Doux jump beside us and up his volume one hundred percent.

“Alright, alright, I know you’re starving.” I kiss Grim on the nose. “Let me feed the beast, and I’ll be right back.”

I dump his royal highness’s Fancy Feast into his bowl, refill his water, and make a beeline straight back for the bed.

Grim lifts the covers for me and pulls me in close. “Hmmm…where were we?” I tease.

“I think we were here,” Grim says as he rolls us until he’s on top. “Unless I’m reading this entire situation wrong, I’m thinking this is the point where we need a condom.”

I giggle at his formality. “You, sir, would be correct,” I tease, matching his formality. “But you’re in luck. I have a few in that drawer.”

“In this one?” he repeats, pointing to the top drawer of the nightstand.

“Specifically, there for you.”

He grins. “Specifically for me?”

“I told you. I’ve been hopeful for a while. Better to be prepared and not need it than the opposite.”

He fishes out a little square, tears into the package and rolls it on.

Instead of getting right to the main event, he leans down and kisses me softly on the lips.

“I’ve been hoping we’d get to do this since I opened the door to you and Doux on the front step.

” He brushes his lips against mine one more time before working his way down to my neck.

I’ve never met a neck guy, but if one exists, it’s Grim. He rolls to my side, his hard cock resting against my thigh so he can continue to lavish attention on my neck as his free hand explores. His long strong fingers find a nipple and begin to roll it before moving on to the next.

Eventually, he decides to move away from my neck, his lips latching onto a nipple as his hand makes its way down my hip. I spread my legs to grant him access, and he slowly, gently works a finger inside me as his thumb brushes my clit.

“You’re way too sweet,” I manage to get out, turning my body toward him so I can press my aching pussy against his cock. “I need you, Grim, right now…please.” I grind myself against him, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

His lips crash against mine as he rolls us so I’m under him again. I wrap my legs around him and reach for his cock, guiding him where I want him to go.

I expect him to be more of a get-to-the-point kind of a guy, but he takes his time, letting me adjust to each inch of him as he slowly slides into me.

He leans down and kisses me before he begins to move, first on the lips and then on the forehead. I open my eyes to see him watching me, waiting perhaps, for me to open my eyes before he slowly pulls out.

For all the green fur that dusts his entire body, everything about Grim is so strangely human.

We really need to talk about his shift. He seems to be so freaked out by it. We have to talk about it. I need to bring it up. I need to remember…

But all my thoughts are lost to Grim and his body, his eyes on me as he works up a slow and steady rhythm between us.

“Pull your knees up a bit,” he whispers as he drops closer to me. Immediately, I can feel the difference as his cock brushes my clit with each rock of his hips.

He feels absolutely amazing, and any thoughts of hard or difficult conversations leave my mind as he slowly brings me closer and closer to another perfect orgasm once again.

He braces himself on either side of my head, his face pressed into my neck as he rocks faster and faster into me.

I want to touch all of him and hold him at the same time, but I settle on running a hand down the soft fur along his spine.

There’s no sign now of the ridges that were there just a few hours ago.

It’s just a normal spine, albeit a bit hairier.

With the other hand, I press his head to my neck. It seems to get him even more excited—immediately he’s moving faster—and all I can do is hang onto him as the orgasm takes over, filling me with heat. Grim breathes my name, almost a moan on his lips as his own release comes.

He exhales and then relaxes gently on top of me, the full weight of him pressing me to the bed.

There are no words, just the soft sounds of our breathing, shallow and quick, in the silence.

I don’t want to move. I just want to be in the moment forever.

“These are the kinds of things I daydreamed about. Our naked bodies pressed together in bed…being curled up with you,” I tell him.

“And how is the reality of it all?” he asks, a half smile on his face as he brushes the hair that has fallen in my eyes.

“Pretty darn perfect.”