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He reached down between them and glided his fingers over her pussy. “I’m going to have a fun making you come in front of all those people.”
Grace moaned as he slid two fingers inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bit her lower lip, and held on tight as he moved his fingers in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
It was so easy to get lost in the sensations as he touched and teased her, keeping her on edge for as long as possible before allowing her to fall. Her body knew what it wanted, what it longed for. She wasn’t going to fight it anymore.
The next couple of days flew by. Grace had talked to her sister several times, including at their mom’s on Sunday afternoon. Gabby was still beating herself up over sleeping with Jax. To make matters worse, when Gabby had picked Taylor up at the babysitter’s Tuesday night, her daughter had asked if Daddy was coming to Thanksgiving. Her sister had danced around the subject and eventually redirected her daughter’s attention. “What am I supposed to say if she brings it up again? She’s only three. It’s not like she’s going to understand.”
Grace felt sorry for Gabby. She was doing her best. It couldn’t be easy. Especially when her own feelings for Jax were all over the place. “Probably not. I hate to say this, but maybe you and Jax need to talk... figure out what you’re going to tell her. Chances are she’s going to ask more questions the older she gets.”
A frustrated sigh came through the line. “Not exactly what I want to do at the moment, but you’re right. We do need to talk. About a lot of things.”
That was probably the understatement of the year.
“Enough about me, though. Let’s talk about something happy. How are things going with you and your doctor? Are you still bringing him with you Thursday?”
Thinking about Alexander brought a smile to Grace’s face. “Yes, he’s still coming.”
“I bet.” The way her sister said it made it clear she wasn’t talking about Thanksgiving dinner anymore.
Grace felt her cheeks heat. “Can we please talk about something other than my sex life?”
Her sister laughed. “I don’t understand why you get so embarrassed about it. I mean you were married for almost ten years and I know you tapped that as often as humanly possible.”
If her sister only knew. Whenever Kurt had been away, whether on deployment or for training, as soon as he got back they would lock themselves in the house for two or three days. He’d taken her in every way humanly possible and she’d loved it. She’d be sore for several days after.
Recalling that time left her with a sense of loss. She waited for the feeling of a weight pressing down on her chest and the nausea to settle in as it always did whenever she thought back on those times—on Kurt and their life together—but it didn’t come.
“Grace? Are you there?”
“Yeah, I’m still here.” Grace forced herself to refocus on the conversation. “Sorry.”
Her sister grew serious. “I didn’t mean to make you sad. I know thinking about Kurt—”
“No, it’s fine. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Gabby didn’t seem convinced.
“Yes.” A change in subject was needed. “Now, what are you bringing to Mom’s? I was thinking about making some pasta salad.”
They talked for a while about food and work, both avoiding the subject of their relationships, past and present. At nine thirty, she said good night to her sister, made sure the house was locked up, and headed upstairs to get ready for bed. Alexander had to drive to Kansas City for work and wouldn’t be back until the next day. It was the first time she’d slept alone in almost two weeks and her house felt incredibly empty. It was strange given she’d spent months alone at a time when Kurt was deployed, not to mention the months after his death. She was trying not to dwell on it, though.
Grace burrowed under the covers and reached for Alexander’s pillow. The smell of him mixed with sex had her grinning as she recalled how she’d woken up that morning—with his head between her legs. She could still see the satisfied smirk on his face as he’d crawled up her body like a cat on the prowl.
As she was lying there remembering, her phone dinged, letting her know she had a message.
This bed is awfully lonely without you in it. – Alexander
I was just thinking the same thing. - Grace
A few seconds passed before he replied.
I’d call, but I know you have to be up early tomorrow and if I get you on the phone I doubt either of us will be falling asleep anytime soon. - Alexander
He was probably right. As much as she’d love to hear his voice, chances were good that if he called they’d either be up talking until midnight or they’d end up fooling around. Neither of those options sounded terrible to her, but he was right. They both needed their sleep. She wasn’t so worried about herself, but she didn’t want him groggy driving home.
What time will you be home tomorrow? - Grace
Hopefully by 2:30 or 3. I have a nine o’clock meeting that shouldn’t last more than an hour. - Alexander
