Page 48 of Mr. Green (Mr. #2)

Grant

I ’m glad that’s over. I had a feeling she’d say yes, but you can never be one-hundred percent sure.

I keep her sitting on my lap, content with the wisps of lavender scent flowing through from the wind. The sun has gone down, leaving a chill in the air even with the bonfire, cocoa, and extra blankets.

“You want to head back to the house and get warm?” I ask.

“What about the fire?”

“I have water to put it out. Don’t worry.”

“Sure, we can head back.”

We get back on the horse after I douse the fire and make our way to the rental house. Andrew will come by and pick up the items. He’s always on top of extra things I need. I’m going to have to give him a raise. He made sure Lana was all set this evening.

This wasn’t the best start to a romantic date, but I think it all came together. Actually, her this close to me is better than I could’ve planned.

Yeah, I’m pretty smooth. Just call me Mr. Suave.

I’ve never tried so hard to impress someone in my life. I’m thankful she was willing to try something new. She’s scared of horses, but she still came with me. When she was younger, she would be up for anything. Trying to be one of the big kids. I think she was trying to prove herself.

I see some of the fight I know is in there. She’s so much like how she used to be. I want her to be comfortable enough to show herself to me. To let me be strong for her anytime, any day.

The ride seems shorter on the way back to the house. Andrew is waiting for us at the beach so he can load up the horses. They’re staying down the road at a ranch that allows boarding for the night. Andrew will take them home once I return to Texas.

Lana dismounts from Luca after I have. I guide her down, against my body. I want to feel every inch of her.

Once she’s down on solid ground, I hand off the reins to Andrew. “Thanks, man.”

“You got it.”

I put my arm around Lana’s shoulders and we head up the stairs to the house. While we were gone, Andrew lit candles and put red rose petals all over the floor. He didn’t do too bad decorating for an old man.

“Wow.” Lana freezes in the doorway.

I smile and take her hand, leading her into the family room. I push her front side against mine so she can feel how much I want her. The fire glows, heating up the room.

“You warm enough now?” I stare into her brown eyes.

“I could get warmer.”

I lean down and smile against her lips, then kiss her. After a few seconds, I break away. “Is this helping?”

“Yes, much warmer. I’m still chilly, though.”

“Better get these clothes off. Skin to skin is the best way to warm someone up.”

“I bet.”

I pull at the hem of her sweater and slowly peel it up over her head. She’s wearing a red lace onesie that pushes up her tits and makes the rest of her body look even more irresistible. I take a moment to admire it.

“I got it for you,” she explains with a seductive smile.

I press a small kiss in the middle of her cleavage.

Next, I unbutton her jeans and slink down to a kneeling position to help her with getting her boots off.

She holds onto my shoulder as she strips one leg at a time from her clothing.

I stay kneeling, caressing her leg from her knee to the inside of her thigh.

Teasing her, enjoying her. Her legs have become toned, but she still has a luscious ass begging to be grabbed.

“Grant? We could go to the bedroom.” She’s trying to be confident, but she’s still unsure.

“We’re staying right here, baby. I want to see my Sunshine.” Her necklace glistens in the firelight. I straighten my back, proud she’s mine and she’s showing it.

Then I turn her quickly. She almost stumbles, but I’d never let her fall. Her lingerie is on display. It’s a thong, giving me easy access.

“Put your hands down in front of you, baby.” She listens and bends over, a tiny bow atop her ass. My little present.

I caress her ass with both hands, taking my time. I move the thong over and move my finger over her clit. She moans. I spread her cheeks, letting me see all of her clearly.

“You’re perfect,” I praise.

My dick is about to split through my pants, but I’m taking my time with her; she deserves it. I keep her spread, then get to my knees and flick my tongue over her clit. She starts shaking. She’s already close to coming.

I lap her up, moving my tongue up and down. Then I insert two fingers into her sweet cunt.

“Grant,” she moans.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name when you start coming. I want to hear when you’re there.”

I keep focused, moving my tongue and fingers in their own rhythm. I slap her ass and feel her shudder. Another couple of minutes and she screams my name.

Her core pulsates as I keep licking her, feeling her spasm on my fingers. Once she’s done, I turn her again, grabbing her face in my hands .

“I’m going to make sure I’m the only one you’ll ever want to be with. I’d do that any time because I want you to know you’re fucking cherished.” I tell her as I put the fingers that were inside her in my mouth.

I see remnants of a tear roll down her face as she blushes.

“Did I hurt you?” My hand moves behind my neck as my brows furrow together.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “God, no! It was nothing to do with you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize. You okay?” I make eye contact with her.

“I’m okay. I never thought I could feel so seen by someone. I’m really happy, I promise.”

“Tell me if I did anything wrong.”

“You didn’t. Thank you, Grant.” She kisses me.

I pull away and search her eyes for something telling me she’s sad, but she looks okay.

“I want more,” she tells me as she grabs my cock. “I want this inside me,” she whispers in my ear. Her look goes from happy to lust-filled desire.

“Undress me, baby.” She whisks my shirt over my head. I grab the condom out of my pocket and then she slides down my pants, finally releasing my cock that can’t wait to be buried deep inside that pussy.

I pick her up like she’s a bride and carry her to the bed.

There’s a trail of rose petals and candles lit in the bedroom.

I place her down in front of it and try to take off her lingerie.

It’s some sort of tie thing and it’s taking me too long to figure it out, so I rip it and throw it to the side.

I need access to these tits immediately.

“Hey!”

“Shhh, baby,” I whisper into her neck and then kiss it. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

I move from her neck down to one of her tits, taking the other in my hand. Her tits are fucking amazing. More than a handful, with taut nipples. I could stay here with my face buried in these ladies all night. I think I will.

I sit on the bed and put Lana on top of me.

Then adjust the pillows so my face is level with her chest and make sure one of her nipples is in my mouth at all times.

She responds with moans every time I flick her nipple with my tongue.

Once I’ve played with her girls for a bit, I place a condom on, point my dick at her pussy, and thrust.

“Damn, Grant. That feels so good.”

I pull my mouth from her tits, replace it with my hand, and flick. “Yeah, baby. I know how much you like that cock stuffed in you.”

I put my mouth on her tit again, switching from side to side. She responds with more moans and then her pussy clenches. There’s two, but I want more from her. She loves my dirty mouth and she likes it anywhere. On her body, on her lips, talking.

I thrust inside her nice and slow. Then I pound at the end. She likes to feel every inch, just like I do. She’s arching her back, giving me easier access. I slap her ass and then grab the tit not covered by my mouth. She’s matching every thrust by moving those hips of hers.

Her body is fucking phenomenal. It’s got curves in every right place. Her tits are full, her ass is fucking rocking, and those legs are toned with just the right amount of meat. Thinking about it is making me want to come.

I can’t come; we just got started.

I can’t stop grabbing her as I thrust my cock deep, then deeper. I’m holding her ass cheeks and spreading them as I nibble on her tit. I wonder if she’d ever let me fuck her up the ass . Oh, God, the thought almost makes me come. Fuck, this woman.

“You need to come baby. You feel too fucking good,” I grunt.

I count my thrusts. Numbers will hold me off for a little while longer.

I flick her nipple, slap her ass, dig into her hips.

I let her control the way she wants it for a moment.

I count her moving up and then down. It’s slow and tender and she keeps her tits right by my mouth.

She arches more and grabs around to my balls.

I can’t last long with her pushing all the right buttons.

I slap her ass. “Come for me, baby.”

She moans my name and starts spasming. I grab her tit as I come, drenched in sweat.

She collapses on top of me, nuzzling into my neck.

I hold her without pulling out as her heart races against my chest and her breathing in my ear.

I give her one more slap to the ass and grab hold of it.

If I stay inside her, I might be ready for round two in no time.

She has other plans as she pulls away and lays on her side, facing me.

“You’re really good at that,” she tells me, hiding her tits with her arms.

I smirk. “Thanks. You too, baby girl.” I kiss the top of her head.

She gives me a lopsided grin like she’s not sure what I’m talking about.

“I like seeing you light up, Sunshine.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like when you’re cooking. You have a tiny smile, you look focused, and serene. Is it the same feeling you get at your job?”

After a minute of thinking, she answers, “Umm, yeah. It’s easy to get distracted with the numbers or the language for coding.”

I grin. “I know what you mean, but there’s a different feeling when you have a passion for something versus just doing something.”

“I didn’t have a passion for anything for a long time,” she says looking down.

“You’re safe with me, Lana.”

She looks me straight in the eyes at those words. She still isn’t sure I’ll stick around. I ought to kill her ex. He’s ruined her trust. How can a guy call himself a man after ditching her ?

“How did you get into coding?” I push.

“My ex. He showed me some things and then talked me into getting certificates. I was good at it and it pays the bills.”

“And what made you want to buy a gym?”

“My friends kind of talked me into it.”

“So, what do you want to do?”

“What?” She furrows her brow.

“I’ve seen your face cooking. It’s not the same as you at the gym or on your computer. What do you really want to do?”

“Ummm...” She bites her lower lip. “I hadn’t thought much about it.”

“You should. I like your face showing passion. It’s super sexy. You should be doing what you want to do. The food you made was amazing! I have a few contacts I could reach out to for you. Maybe you could shadow someone. See what it takes to run a restaurant.”

“Um, I don’t know. You’ve already brought someone to my house. You don’t have to make a call for me. I’m not sure it’s even what I want.”

“I don’t mind making a few calls for you. You could let me help you.”

“I’ll think about it. What I was just thinking about is this handsome guy.” She trails a finger down to my dick and then grabs it. “Do you think he might want to come out and play?”

As much as I want my dick played with, I have to make sure she knows I’d help her. “We’re not done talking about this, Lana.”

“We could be.” She smiles with that cute dimple. That fucking dimple will be the death of me.

“We’re coming back to this discussion.” I roll on top of her and kiss her neck, leaving a trail of kisses until I get to her tits.

“We will. Later.” She giggles.

I give in for now. Lana is going to let me in. It’s just a matter of time.