Page 37 of Mr. Green (Mr. #2)

Lana

I t’s a little past six in the evening. Grant texted me saying he’ll be back with more take out at seven.

I got a tour of his house before he left.

It’s in a neighborhood where there’s sidewalks, ponds with fountains, and every neighbor has an acre.

It seems like every house is impeccably groomed, the typical suburban brick houses.

The street is lined with oak trees, making it look like the houses have been here for fifty years.

He showed me his room first thing so I could put my things away.

A small part of his closet was cleared out along with a drawer in a dresser and in the bathroom.

I’ve known Grant a while. Obviously, not in the same way as I do now, but I’ve known him for years nonetheless.

Ryan wouldn’t consider moving in together until we dated for a year.

Even then, I think it was only considered for the financial advantage.

I’m sitting at Grant’s circular dining table overlooking his pool.

I have the patio door open listening to the pool fountain running along with the subtle humming of pool equipment.

Queenie went out to the backyard and hasn’t come in again.

I’m wondering if she’s going to choose to stay here with Grant instead of coming back to Washington with me.

I wouldn’t blame her. This is like my dream neighborhood, but the houses have brick instead of the coastal siding you’d find in Washington.

I put my computer aside and go to do a weightlifting workout before I lose my nerve.

Grant’s home gym has a view of the pool as well.

I make my way over to it and start doing exercises for arms I remember that Jason showed me.

I have to look up some eventually. Weightlifting still isn’t my thing.

I know it helps with losing inches and becoming stronger, so I’m doing it.

I picked a chicken salad for dinner, which will be good to eat once I’m done.

I’m finishing up bicep curls when the door creaks open.

“Sunshine?”

“I’m in the gym,” I yell.

Queenie must’ve run over to him. Grant babbles a series of baby talk. I start tricep curls and he comes in and leans in the doorway, watching me.

“You look right at home, here.” He grins.

I put down the weights and go over to him. “Hi!” I stand on my tip toes and kiss his cheek. “Thought I could get a workout in before you got back.”

He grabs me and pulls me to him, holding my waist. “I’m glad.”

I smile, liking the feel of his arms, but push him away. “I’m all sweaty.”

He pulls me closer to him. “I know. I like it.” He bends at the waist to kiss me while holding me. “You’re losing a lot of weight, baby.” Since his hands are on my waist, I’m assuming he’s talking about that. “Do these clothes even fit you anymore?”

I know I’m blushing. I like compliments, but I’m not sure he means it as one. I try to break out of his grasp.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He looks concerned, but keeps holding me.

“Nothing. I haven’t showered and I must smell.” I shrug, which is partially true.

“Well, don’t go anywhere. You look sexy as fuck, baby girl.” Then he pulls me in and kisses my neck and the tension from the comment relaxes from my body. He meant it as a compliment. I was overreacting.

“I’m glad this ass is still nice and juicy,” he whispers in my ear as he grabs my ass cheeks and pulls them apart.

There’s a mirror behind me. I think he’s looking at it and checking out every ounce of my body in it.

“I should shower first.” The words barely make it out. I don’t want to leave this moment.

“Maybe we should have some fun in here first.”

He kisses me like if I were to leave right now, he’d melt.

One hand is still on my ass, while the other goes to the back of my head.

His tongue separates my lips, invading it like the Viking he looks like.

There’s a bench behind me that targets hamstrings and lower back.

He backs me up towards it where my legs bump into it.

He turns me and peels off my shirt as I stare at our reflection in the mirror.

“We can go somewhere else, Grant,” I say over my shoulder, trying to avoid what’s in front of me.

“I think right here has the best show.”

At least the lights are still off. It’s not operating room status. The sun is close to going down too.

I have a sports bra on and he peels it off in slow, tantalizing movements as my heart rate increases. He grabs both of my breasts in his hands as he stares at us in the mirror. He plays with my nipples a little and bounces them in his hands. I think he likes them.

After a few minutes he peels down my leggings and underwear together. He pushes me so I’m leaning over the machine. There’s a downward slope, so my ass is in the air. He’s fully dressed in his suit from work—a charcoal gray with a sage green button-down and green patterned tie.

I don’t want to watch in the mirror so I keep my head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of what he’s doing. His hand finds my slit and runs his finger through it.

“So wet, baby. You want this cock to fill up your pretty pussy?”

My stomach flips and I get even wetter at my core. “Yes, I want that,” my voice rasps.

He unzips his pants and then tears a condom wrapper. “If I had known you’d be here looking so fucking perfect, I would’ve brought the toys I got for you. I’m not leaving you to get them for a second, though.”

Then he lines himself up at my entrance and inserts himself, feeling and watching every moment. He must not be hungry. He’s acting like he has all the time in the world.

“I love feeling your pussy around my cock, baby girl. So tight. Your body is so fucking sexy.”

He’s grabbing one of my tits with one hand while he caresses my leg with the other. I close my eyes, paying attention to how right it feels when he’s filled me. I can’t look at the mirror. I’m still not sure about my body. Even though the lights are off, you can see everything .

He pulls my hair. It’s a firm grip. It’s not aggressive or painful, but I can tell I should pay attention. “Look at how beautiful you are, baby. Don’t hide from this.”

I do as he says as he thrusts in and out, keeping his hand in my hair. He’s watching the mirror and every now and then he’ll look down to see his dick moving in and out of me. He goes in as much as he can, removes himself slow, then thrusts in.

I’ve never watched myself have sex before.

My tits bounce up and down every time he thrusts inside.

What I focus on the most is Grant’s look of desire.

A look like he’s tasting ice cream for the first time melded with the look of seeing the hottest person alive in front of him.

I’ve never seen anyone look at me the way he does.

I’ve always wanted someone to. I can’t believe it’s my childhood crush making that face—at me.

He makes eye contact with me in the mirror. “You feel so good, baby girl.”

I moan. He picks up his pace and I come. As I’m convulsing, he lets go of my hair. He puts both his hands on my ass cheeks and pulls them apart.

“We’re not done yet, baby.” His voice is gritty—it sounds like someone else.

He continues his slow thrusts. I collapse onto my arms, opening my ass more. One of his hands comes to my clit and begins to circle it. He flicks faster as he thrusts. He bites the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I’m exposed, connected, and full. I come again.

After I stop shuttering, he lifts one of my legs to change the angle. He’s holding me around the waist as he keeps moving his fingers on my clit. His other arm is holding my leg.

His thrusts become quicker. His balls bounce against me at the quick movements. My tits are jiggling as I take shallow breaths. I’m right on the edge of another orgasm.

“Grant!” It comes out as more of a moan. “I can’t.”

“I want one more, baby. You look so beautiful. You look even more beautiful when you come all over my cock.”

He kisses my neck as he keeps a strong pace with his thrusts.

His beard tickles my neck and shoulder. His kisses lead to the bottom of my neck, then he nibbles where my neck and shoulder connect.

The sensation gives me goosebumps. I reach behind me and grab his hair.

I pull as I come, needing something to hold on to.

“Fuck!” he growls. He moves through his orgasm, breathing fast. Then he holds me upright for a few moments. His hot breath dances over my shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. “You ready for a shower, Sunshine?”

I giggle. “What about the food?”

“The food can wait. They’re salads.”

I chuckle. “Okay.”

He caresses my cheek. “That dimple is going to be the death of me.”

Then he takes my hand and leads me to his bathroom. Maybe we can go for round two.