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He gave her nipple one final tweak before releasing her and stepping back. “On the bed and spread your legs. I want to taste my pussy.”
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Chapter 26
Grace was a nervous wreck by the time they arrived at her mother’s house. Alexander kept sneaking glances at her as he drove, the frown on his face deepening the closer they came to their destination. He parked along the street, put the car in park, and reached for her hand. “Why are you so jittery?”
“Sorry.” She shot him a feeble grin. “It’s just been a really long time since I brought a boy home to meet my mom.”
Alexander chuckled. “It’s been a while since anyone’s called me a boy.”
He was right, of course. No one in their right mind would call Alexander a boy. “I meant—”
“I know what you meant, gattina, but I promise you it will be fine. I can handle whatever your mother—or your sister—throw at me. They aren’t going to scare me off.” He cradled the side of her face in his hand and brushed his lips against hers. “Relax.” The pad of his thumb grazed her bottom lip. “That’s an order.”
She closed her eyes, leaned into his hand, and concentrated on the feeling of his skin against hers. This wasn’t wrong. She had every right to move on, to find happiness again. It’s what Kurt had wanted.
This time when Grace looked at him, she was more at peace. The anxiety was still there, but if he wasn’t going to worry about it then she would try not to as well. “Yes, Sir. I will try my best.”
He smiled. “That’s all I ask.”
Alexander balanced two casserole dishes in one hand while Grace brought in the pasta salad and a pumpkin pie. If he hadn’t needed his cane, she knew he most likely would have insisted on carrying everything. They’d been up late the night before. He’d brought her to the edge time and time again, not allowing her to go over until he was inside her. Her nipples were still a little sensitive from where he’d clamped them and sucked on them to the point she was begging him to allow her to come.
“Everything all right?” he asked as they approached the door.
Grace didn’t get a chance to answer before the door swung open, revealing her sister. “I thought I heard voices.”
After Alexander and Grace removed their coats and said a brief hello to Taylor as she ran past them, the three headed into the kitchen where Caroline was taking the turkey out of the oven. She looked up when they strolled into the room. Her gaze rested on Alexander for a long moment, allowing herself to get a good look at him.
Grace placed what she was carrying on the counter, and then took the dishes Alexander had and set them down as well. “Mom, this is Alexander Greco. Alexander, my mom... Caroline.”
Alexander didn’t miss a beat. He stepped forward and extended his hand. “It’s great to finally meet you, ma’am.”
Her mom stared at his offering for a long moment before wiping her hands and accepting his handshake. “Grace says you served with her husband, Kurt.”
“Yes, ma’am. We were both deployed at the same base overseas.”
Before things could get awkward, Grace decided to act. “Does anything need to be done?”
Caroline picked up a pair of potholders and dumped a pot full of boiling water and cubed potatoes into a strainer she had sitting in the sink. “Just take what you brought to the table. Once I get these potatoes mashed and the turkey carved, we’ll be ready to dig in.”
Less than fifteen minutes later, they were all seated around the table, filling their plates with food. Even though they were at her mother’s, Grace waited for Alexander to start eating before she took her first bite. The simple gesture brought some balance, which turned out to be a very good thing since the questions from her mother started a few minutes later.
“How long were you in the Army?”
Alexander finished chewing and swallowing his food before he answered Caroline. “Ten years.”
“Did you like it?” she asked. Grace had no idea where her mother was going with this line of questioning, but considering the alternative, she’d take it.
“I enjoyed the discipline, the order, knowing what was expected of me and of the men I served with.”
Caroline grabbed a roll from the basket. “Grace said you were hurt.”
“Yes, ma’am. My leg was crushed in an explosion.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “I was lucky.”
