Chapter 22 - Heat of the Moment

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Lots of smut peoples.  Enjoy!

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Grant's POV

After a long day of fishin' I take Michelle back to 'er house. She called Tony to let'm know we were headed back thataway but he told 'er that he was plannin' on spendin' the night at one of his buddies houses. She told'm that'd be fine but seemed a little sad. "What's a matter there sweet Flower?" I asked.

"Oh nothing. I was just not looking forward to an empty house tonight. I didn't mean for you to see that. I had an amazing day with you. This was sooo much fun." She replied tryin' to hide the small frown that was on 'er face just a bit ago with a bright smile.

"How 'bout this?" I said grabin' 'er hand again. "How 'bout we go to yer house and both take a shower if'n ya don't mind me using one of yer bathrooms to clean up.  Then we can relax and watch a movie?"

"No, you don't have to do that just because of what I said."  I give 'er a look that tells her to knock that shit off.  "Are you sure?" She then says. "I don't want to impose. I'm sure you had other plans for the evening."

"Baby, I'm all yers." If she only knew how true that statement is.

We walk into 'er house and she goes to get everythin' setup for a movie. She points out Tony's bathroom and hands me a towel and washcloth. Luckily, I always keep a change of clothes in my truck for when I'm workin' out in the heat, so I brung that in with me.

After my shower, I go to the livin' room where she's settin' down some popcorn and drinks on the coffee table. I settle on the couch and open my arms for 'er to snuggle up to me. Thankfully she doesn't protest and gets in close to my side, my arm wrapped 'round 'er soft body. She's now wear'n a light 'lil tank top and shorts that look to be fer sleepin'.  I look closer and... Fuck me, she aint wearin' a bra.

We watch tha movie for a while until I just can't wait it anymore and start to slowly run my hand up and down 'er thigh. I feel 'er tense for a moment but then 'er breath'n starts to get heavier. "Grant" she breathes out and fuuuck that has got to be the first time in my life that I've loved my name that fuckin' much. Without hesitation, I lean over and kiss 'er like my  life depended on it, holdin' her tightly against my body. I feel 'er soft lips against mine and just when I'm about to deep'n tha kiss, she pushes away from me by placin' 'er hands on my chest. Well fuck. "Grant." She says, lookin' at me through hooded fuckin' eyes, lust swarmin' throughout. My breathin' is heavy and I feel like a predator waitin' to pounce on his prey. "I have to tell you something." I wait for 'er ta continue. "I, well I'm just not ready for anything serious right now. Is that ok?" Well, not really but I'll take what I can get at this point. I feel like I can't breathe without her in my space.

"Baby I want you more than anyone I've ever known. I need you and if'n you aint ready for anythin' other than physical, well, I'll take that fer now." She smiles at me and giggles and, fuck, that's the best sound right now. Her face then turns serious and she stares at my lips while 'er breath'n picks up again.

I can't stop myself. I take what I want and right now, it's 'er breath. My lips are on 'ers 'fore she can say anythin' else. I grab one of 'er breasts through 'er little tank and she gasps allowin' me to deepen the kiss. Fuck, Trent was right. She kisses better than any woman. Her taste is minty and sweet and 'er smell of strawberry and vanilla are killin' me. I feel myself gettin' harder as I pull 'er to straddle my lap. I grab 'er face 'tween my hands and kiss her again hearin' 'er moan into my mouth. I pull 'er hair back with my hands, makin' a ponytail and grip it tight. I yank just hard enough to maneuver 'er head where I want it. I tilt 'er head back and go for 'er neck. I bite and suck until I find a little sweet spot near 'er collarbone that makes 'er whimper. Found it! Her 'lil squeaks and moans turn into the most beautiful symphony my ears can hear. I feel 'er grind against my hard length in my shorts and I growl against 'er neck. "Bedroom." I demand and she points down the hallway. I enter first and turn towards 'er. Once she's entered 'er bedroom and closed the door, I slam 'er against the door, shovin' my body against 'ers.  She's gasps out but then moans as I grab 'er throat. Oh fuck, my Flower likes it rough. "Is this what ya want 'lil Flower? You want me to squeeze that 'lil slutty throat of yers while I tear your 'lil body apart?" She nods and I squeeze 'er throat growlin'. "Words, Flower."

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