Page 12 of Our Unexpected Beginning (Club Surrender #4)

“I’ll never forget us looking for outfits that would fit.”

“It reminded me of when we were kids. For some reason that day she answered back. She sent photos that reminded her of an old Zeppelin album.” Graham took a swig of his drink.

“It has never been frequent, or something to count on. But once in a while… I started sending random messages or memes hoping to bait her out. See if she was okay, you know?”

“She is your sister.”

“She’s Sarah’s mom.”

“Has she said anything?” Wes had every right to ask, Graham didn’t fault him for that.

“No, not once.”

“Then she’s your sister, nothing more.”

“I know that I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t on your side. Or Sarah’s. I know there’s such a thing as sibling blindness.” He’d seen it first hand with Julia’s family, and he now understood it himself.

“Look man, from day one you have been there for everything, from chickenpox to when she broke her arm right before I met Melody. There might be things I question in this world, but your loyalty isn’t one of them. I can’t blame you for trying.”

Relief washed over him, but not enough to absolve all his guilt. He had never thought about feelings and emotions from a parent’s point of view until recently. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“My sister.”

“You’ve no control over her. She’s the one missing out.”

“I can’t picture my life without that kid.” Graham had countless memories of late night bedtime stories. Sarah loved when he made the silly voices.

“Soon you’ll understand what it’s all about.” Wes nudged his shoulder. “In the meantime you’ll have to hit Nolan up on the ties you can use to keep that one in line.”

Julia

Julia was curled up in the bucket chair in her living room with Mia’s dress in her lap. She was hand beading the bodice when a knock broke her concentration.

She sighed and set the dress to the side. She gripped the edges of the chair and pulled herself up. “Ugh, I have a hard enough time without having to rush to the door.” She adjusted her oversized hoodie–it was the only thing that was comfortable these days.

Julia pulled the door open and was surprised to see Graham standing in jeans and a t-shirt. His hair was messy the way she loved it, and freshly shaven.

She fought the urge to jump into his arms like a lost child excited to see him.

“Hey, what are you doing here? I didn’t think–wait, did I forget?”

Graham smiled and made his way into her apartment, kissing her cheek and tossing his jacket on the back of the couch. “I thought I’d come home a few days early.” He leaned against the counter and faced her.

Graham held out a giant single cupcake. It was strawberry by the smell and had chocolate icing with a small sugar icing flag with Graham’s scrawled writing on it.

Wanna makeout ?

Julia looked at him and laughed, letting the joy fill her. “You are so corny.”

He rested his hands on her hips, his eyes glinted with want. “No baby, but it rhymes with it.”

Julia blushed, plucking the cupcake from his hand and went toward the kitchen, attempting to evade incrimination.

“Kitten.”

“Kitten. Noun, soft, cuddly and cute with claws.” She licked the frosting from her finger.

Graham closed the distance between them and she looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Julia.”

“Well, you see…” She pointed a finger at him, half joking. “You’ve been gone and I really don’t have enough toys.” There was no hiding the guilt in her eyes. “I know we haven’t exactly…”

Julia’s eyes flitted over Graham’s face as she processed the words that had just escaped her mouth.

She immediately regretted them, but it was too late to take them back.

Her heart fluttered as she waited for his reaction, his expression darkening as he invaded her personal space, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.

“I see,” he said coolly, his gaze piercing into hers. She couldn’t look away, even as his words sent a chill down her spine.

“I’m sorry, but I’m also not,” she replied, refusing to back down even as he pressed his body against hers. She noticed how they fit together differently now, her body having changed since the last time they had been together.

“Naughty little girl you are,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “Do I have to put you over my knee, kitten?” His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn’t help but feel a tingling sensation between her legs.

“Oh, I’m sure you’d like that,” she snipped back, trying to maintain control of the situation.

“You’re mouthy tonight,” he teased, his lips dangerously close to hers. She couldn’t resist the urge to taunt him further.

“So I get punished for something I don’t have control over?” she asked, her face contorting into a sour expression. “I don’t think that’s fair.”

“Maybe so, but there are better ways to communicate.”

“If you don’t like my fuckin attitude it’s your fault.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You and your baby making DNA infiltrating my system, damn it!”

“So, it’s my fault?” His smirk would have been charming if it didn’t annoy her so much in the moment.

“Yes.” She crossed her arms and glared up at him.

“Well, if it’s my fault. I guess I’ll just have to fix it.”

Graham gripped her hips and lifted her onto the kitchen counter, hiking her sweatshirt above her hips and leaving her butt bare. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders.

“What? How the fuck are you going to fix this?! ”

Graham didn’t answer, instead he spread her legs apart and dipped his head between them. His tongue flicked out and grazed her clit, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through her body. She moaned and squirmed under his touch.

Her head rolled back and she moaned, sinking her fingers into his hair. “Oh–”

Graham pulled away. “Don’t you dare come, Julia.”

“I-what?! H-owww.” His talented tongue jittered her words.

He continued his assault on her body, teasing and taunting until she was on the brink of orgasm. But just as she was about to tip over the edge, he stopped.

“It’s my fault, as you said.”

“Yes.” Julia whined regretfully.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir…”

“I will fix the situation….on my terms.” His tongue ran over her clit.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, her knees nearly buckling. His hands gripped her thighs holding her steady against the wall.

Graham pulled back just enough to look up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re going to sit there and take it. No moving.”

Julia bit her lip, nodding frantically. “Yes, Sir.”

His mouth returned to her center, and she fought to remain still as his tongue worked masterfully against her most sensitive spot. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling just enough to make him growl against her flesh.

“Graham, I can’t—I’m going to—“

He pulled away again, leaving her trembling. “What did I say about coming?”

She whined, frustration evident in her flushed face. “Please, Sir. I need it.”

“Pregnant or not, you still follow my rules.” He roughly bit her inner thigh. “You stole orgasms that were mine.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Graham pointed to the bedroom and Julia scurried past him, his hand just missing her ass.

He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her neck back to look up at him. “Get me a scarf and get on the bed.” He repaid the miss with three swats when she made it to her doorway.

Julia quickly found a scarf as requested and walked over to the edge of the bed. Julia looked over her shoulder and he closed the distance between them. “ You’re beautiful.” Julia climbed onto the bed, resting her head on the headboard.

Graham made a slow show of pulling his belt off and letting it hit the floor with a metal clang.

Julia pulled her hoodie off, tossing it over the side of the bed. She silently preened when Graham groaned in appreciation.

She crawled to the edge of the bed, and kissed him fiercely. Her arms twined around his neck and she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.

His hands were warm against her skin, trailing over her hips and sides.

Graham inched back far enough to look her over. Julia blushed profusely at his inspection and reached up to cup her breasts. He growled lowly, his fingers replacing hers on the smooth skin.

A sharp pinch to her nipple made her cry out and she grabbed his wrist in reflex.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” she whispered, letting go of him and fisting her hands at her sides.

Graham took the scarf from her and guided her to lay across the bed, her body sprawled out for his torment.

“You can have your hands free as long as you behave, kitten.” His voice moved around the room and she felt when the bed dipped with his weight.

Graham ran his hands over her hips and thighs, taking his time to explore and touch her growing belly and breasts.

He bit the underside of her breast, soothing it with his tongue. His mouth enveloped her nipple and her eyes closed tightly behind her blindfold. “Graham!” She gasped, reaching for him.

Julia rocked her head back and forth, arching her hips toward him, needing more physical contact. She loved the weight of his body over hers and the way he knew all the parts of her body. He played her like a fine tuned instrument.

Graham’s lips grazed her mound and she saw stars before her eyes when his tongue met her clit. “I missed the way you taste.”

His tongue skillfully ran through her slit and circled her clit time and time again. Julia was lost in a sea of sensations and overwhelm.

She felt his fingers enter her entrance without warning and begin pumping in and out of her at a fast pace. The combination of his rough touch and the unexpectedness of it all had her moaning loudly.

“Graham, I—oh God—“ she gasped, her hips betraying her by rocking against his face.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against her wet skin. “What did I say about coming?”

“Not to,” she whimpered, her voice strained. “But that’s cruel.”

His chuckle vibrated against her thigh as his hands gripped her hips firmly. “Cruel would be stopping altogether. This is... discipline.”