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She flicked the button of his jeans and drew down the zipper, tugging it until it was free. She slid her hand inside, finding his cock and he wrapped an arm around her, lifting just slightly to adjust himself. He pulled his jeans off his body, moving them down.

Within seconds, he’d torn her panties. Aria had lost count of the number of panties he’d destroyed. There was no limit to what he’d do to get her naked.

He moved her hand out of the way and Aria settled into position, holding up her skirt so that he could find her entrance, and then she sat on his dick. They both moaned as she slammed down on him, seating him to the hilt within her pussy.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good. So fucking good.”

His hands were on her ass.

Dropping the skirt, she held onto his shoulders and began to rock up and down his length, staring into his eyes as she did so, not wanting to let go. He grabbed her ass, working her over his dick. She loved feeling him.

“I want you to come,” he said.

“No, I want you to come, Grant,” she said.

This time, she was on top. She was in charge. He wasn’t going to stop her. Not now. Grant groaned and she took possession of his mouth, kissing him.

He let go of her ass to sink his fingers into her hair, drawing her close. Even though she was in charge, it wasn’t hard for him to take over. When he tried to grab her in a way to change positions, she wouldn’t let him. Grant growled against her lips.

“I’m going to come.”

And she wasn’t going to stop. Aria broke the kiss and watched him as she drove down on his length, sending him over the edge, watching him come. She loved how his face changed, the pleasure as he filled her.

Before he had even finished, he wrapped his arms around her back, taking her to the bed. He pulled out and then his fingers moved between her spread thighs, touching her clit, stroking her. Aria was so sensitive that all it took was a few gentle touches and she came, screaming his name.

Grant kissed her, swallowing the sound.

****

Later that night, Grant stared at a sleeping Aria. She was curled up against him. He didn’t want to wake her but he was thirsty as hell and needed a drink. Sliding out of bed, he was careful not to wake her.

Wanda, Ernie, and Bruno had made their way into the bedroom before they had fallen asleep. Wanda lifted her head, sniffed the air, and then settled back down to sleep.

He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and left the bedroom, making sure he closed the door as he did so. Rubbing at the back of his head, he made his way down toward the kitchen. Bull sat at the main table, and Grant was tempted to step back and to just go thirsty.

He and his brother didn’t have the best relationship. There were times it was great, and then others it sucked big time.

Grant wasn’t going to run away. He’d gotten his patch back. He expected he’d have to fight Pat for the patch, but nope, the man had given it to him without batting an eye. Pat was a strange man, quiet.

“You’re up late,” Grant said. “I thought when you had a kid, you took advantage of sleeping when you could.”

“Lindsey’s not a bad kid. She sleeps through the night. We got lucky with her.”

“That’s good.”

Bull ran a hand down his face. It was a trait Grant recognized, as he did it himself, as did their father, on multiple occasions. What he had just learned, though, was his brother had lied to him about Lindsey keeping Maddie up. Oh well, his brother was an asshole dickhead.

“We got to flush him out,” Grant said.

“I know.”

Grant poured himself a glass of water. He was tempted to just leave it at that, but instead he took a seat at the table.

“It’s not going to be easy,” Bull said. “We can’t allow anybody in town to get hurt.”

“And we can’t bring too much heat,” Grant said.

Bull nodded.

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