She bites down on her bottom lip, making me want to suck it into my own mouth.
“You naked with water running all over you…” She pretends to think for a few seconds. “I’m sure I could get on board with that.”
“Good.” Pulling her from the bed, I drag her behind me as I head for the bathroom before lifting her into the bath and turning the shower on.
“Fucking hell, that’s freezing.”
“Let me warm you up then.” I pull her into my body, my already hard cock pressing against her stomach, desperate to slide deep inside her, and my lips find hers as my hands work their way over her curves.
I push my tongue between her lips, telling her everything I’m feeling with my kiss alone, or I hope that’s what I’m doing.
“How’s your hip?” I ask as I kiss my way across her jaw and down her neck.
“I can’t even feel it.”
“Good. Turn around and place your palms on the tiles.”
Immediately, she does as she’s told, shoving her arse out for me to take advantage of.
“You know, you’re getting awfully compliant with my requests.” My palm connects with her arse, the slap ringing throughout the small room.
“I tend to follow orders better if I think they’re going to end in orgasms.”
I laugh, dropping my hand to her core, finding her still dripping wet from her last release.
“Keep your arms locked,” I order, taking myself in hand and running the head of my cock through her folds.
“Spike,” she moans impatiently.
I tease her for a few more seconds before surging forward, filling her in one thrust of my hips.
Her heat surrounds me and I have to reach forward, pressing my own hand against the wall next to hers to hold myself up.
“So fucking good,” I groan as I start to move inside her.
My thrusts become frantic as I push us both toward our releases, but at no point does she release her arms.
“Come, Kas.” Slipping my hand around her stomach, I find her clit and pinch, forcing her over the edge.
I follow seconds later, emptying myself inside her before pulling her up and wrapping my arms around her body as our hearts fight to return to normal.
“I always visit my grandad on a Monday morning,” I admit while we’re both getting dressed.
“Don’t let me stop you.”
“I’m not. I was wondering if you…”
“If I?” she prompts.
“If you wanted to come with me.”
“To meet your grandad?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Sure, if you want me to.”
I nod. “I do. I’ve never taken anyone before,” I admit. “Well, not since…”
“Spike,” she says softly, walking up to me and wrapping her arms around my waist, “are you nervous?”
“Yeah, I am. It’s a big deal.”
“Why, don’t you think he’ll like me?”
“No, I think he’ll love you.” Just like I do. By some miracle, I manage to keep those final words to myself.
“I’ve never met anyone’s parents before,” Kas says as we walk toward the entrance to where Gramps lives. “Should I have worn something a little more… conservative?”
I run my eyes over her crop top and ripped jeans. “No, not at all. Just be yourself. He’d see right through you anyway.”
“Okay. Fuck. I’m nervous.” She shakes out her arms and blows out a breath.
Wrapping my arm around her shoulder, I lead her inside and toward where I know he’ll be waiting.
As we round the corner, I spot Maureen at the table with her puzzle first, before movement from the chair where I know he’ll be catches my eye.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here,” Gramps says excitedly, his eyes firmly locked on Kas and totally ignoring that I’ve walked into the room.
“Hi, I’m Kas,” she says nervously as she steps up to him and raises her hand to shake his.
She squeals in shock when he tugs on her arm and pulls her into his body for a brief hug.
“Morning, Spike,” Maureen says to me as Gramps drops his lips to Kas’ ear and whispers something to her. Something embarrassing about me, no doubt. That thought is only confirmed when she throws her head back and belts out a full belly laugh.
“Uh oh… looks like someone’s caught the love bug,” Maureen says with a wide smile playing on her lips.
“I…uh…” Fuck it. “Yeah, I think I might have.”
Tears fill her eyes as she smiles at me. I’ve no doubt that she knows my story. She and Gramps seem pretty tight.
“Well, it seems she’s won his old heart over too.” Her eyes flick to where my gramps is now laughing at whatever Kas said, and my chest constricts in a way I realise I’ve missed so much.
I stand and watch them for a few seconds, acknowledging that I didn’t need to be nervous about bringing her here. Just like everything else with her, it’s just right.
As if she can feel my stare, she looks up at me. She has a wide smile on her face, and I accept in that moment that despite all my fears, I’ve fallen, and fallen hard.
“You’d better get over here before Gramps tells me all your secrets,” she mocks, but I don’t miss the way she calls him Gramps. Why am I not surprised that he’s already demanded that?
Rolling my eyes at the pair of them, I walk over. Gramps’ hand lands on the back of my neck. “You’ve got yourself a little firecracker here, son,” he whispers, quiet enough so that only I can hear.
I nod, smiling at him.
“So, Kas. Tell me everything,” he demands when the three of us sit down.
“Err… not much to tell, really,” she says, a sadness in her tone that I hate hearing.
“She’s training to be an artist,” I blurt out, focusing on the future, not the past.
“Is that right? You any good?” he asks her.
“He seems to think so. He’s so confident he ensured I start on his arse.”
“She’s going to be an incredible artist.”
“Awesome, so maybe you’ll ink me?” Gramps
