Climbing Out (10 page)

Deanna

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I
noticed the house was dark and quiet when I pulled into the drive. I’d thought Grady would've been back by now¸ especially when he had Swan to think of. Then I wondered if they'd eaten...and if I should make something for dinner.

Well, have a fuckin' look at me. I'm all Betty homemaker, thinkin' of the family.
I chuckled to myself.

I was just about to put the key in the lock when Billy called out from behind me, telling me to wait. I bit my tongue so I wouldn't argue. Yes, it had hurt me to do so, but I didn't want him to get chewed out by Grady.

So instead of me entering the house first, Billy made his way in and told me to wait outside. Five minutes later, he came back out and told me it was all clear.

With an eye roll, I said, “Thanks. Um...do you want to come in?”

His eyes widened. “Ah, no thanks. Griz would kick my arse if I did.” That didn't explain why he looked so shocked when I had asked him.

Shrugging, I replied, “Okay.” I then turned and shut the door behind me.

After changing into jeans and a plain red tee, I went downstairs and looked through the cupboards and fridge for something to eat...for everyone.

It didn't take long to see I had to do a shopping trip for groceries the next day, but I was lucky enough to find all the ingredients for chow-mein.

The pot was boiling by the time I heard the front door unlock and two steady, heavy booted feet made their way into the kitchen. I looked behind me and my heart sped up at the sight of Grady holding Swan in his arms, both of them smiling at me.

“Hey.” I grinned.

“How you doing, darlin'?”

Damn, that sounded nice. A thrill was sent straight to my core. “Good.” I nodded. “Dinner is nearly ready.” I looked at the clock above the fridge; it was just about six-thirty. “You guys must be hungry, eh?”

Grady sat Swan in her seat that was attached to a kitchen chair at the table. He rounded the counter and pulled me into his arms.

“Dinner would be great. Next time, I'll be home earlier so Swan's not eating so late. Yeah?”

Home.

Fuck. He'd said home.

I thumped my forehead against his chest so he wouldn’t see what that one word had done to me. I hated anyone seeing I was becoming mushy, but I was.

Fuck it, I
really
was. Stupid cocksucking emotions.

“Dee?”

“Home early would be great,” I muttered into his chest.

He gave me a squeeze and pushed me back, his eyes searching mine and his grin widening. “Good, now kiss me.”

“Grady,” I hissed and looked at Swan, who was watching us with her adorable, little head tilted to the side.

“She won't care, but I will if I don't have your mouth on mine in a second.”

After a sigh, I was ready to argue the point, until his lips met mine in a demanding kiss. Forgetting everything, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close.

“H-home,” I heard a soft whisper say.

I moved back a step and gazed at Swan in wonder. Had she really just said that?

Grady moved in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and his chin rested on my shoulder as he whispered, “She shocked the shit outta me when we were leaving Wildcat’s place and she said the same thing. She likes it here, darlin'.”

I nodded, fighting my damn emotions once again. “W-well.” I cleared my throat. “I had better get dinner finished. Why...um, why don't you get Swan ready for bed, and by then everything will be done?”

He must have known I needed the distraction from the situation at hand, because he moved from me with a pat on the arse and a look that read there was more of that to come later, as he went to Swan and took her to get changed.

I was in seriously deep shit.

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H
aving people at the table in my own house for dinner was...overwhelming. Fuckin’ tears, sobbing and screaming all wanted to leak from my body. Since I'd lost the Drakes, I’d never
felt
so much in one night, and never felt a connection to a family. Watching Grady and Swan together warmed me in so many ways.

I knew then I was one lucky bitch.

Sure, Zara had welcomed me into her family—her whole tribe had, and I was more than grateful for it—but even that was different to what was in front of me now.

Only, there was no way in hell I was turning into some
Meet the Cleavers
family.

“Dee?” Grady's voice grumbled beside me.

“Huh?”

“I'm gonna get Swan into bed and read to her for a few. Why don't you get ready for bed too?”

My body tingled with anticipation. From the heat and wetness I felt from my hoo-ha, I was more than ready for bed.

With a small nod and a bite on my bottom lip, I watched Grady's eyes darken. He stood, got Swan from her chair and placed her on her feet. She padded her small feet around the table to me, and before I knew what she was going to do, she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly.

My heart shattered, only to be put back together wholly with a new, sweeter beat to it made by a certain little girl.

This time, there was no stopping the tears that pooled in my eyes. I bit my lip tighter and looked up at Griz; he was watching the whole thing with warm eyes and a beautiful smile brightening his face.

My hand on its own accord reached up to run down the back of her head. With that, she pulled away and started into the living room. I knew Griz was waiting for my eyes to reach his, but I couldn't give them. “There's only so much emotional crap this woman can take for the night. You'd better work it outta my body later.”

A manly chuckle filled the room. “I'd be glad too.”

Fuck. I looked up at him and asked, “I said that out loud?”

“Sure did.”

“Great, now I'm turning into Zee.”

With another laugh, he left the room to go see to his daughter.

Two hours later, I had cleaned the kitchen, filled the dishwasher, took a shower, got into my boy shorts and a cami and then changed the bed sheets.

Turning around from the bed, I was about to head back downstairs to grab a drink, but found Griz leaning against the doorframe.

“How's Swan?” I asked.

“Asleep. We played for a bit, I read her some books and she went out like a light.”

“Good.” I nodded. “That's good. She looked tired.”

He stood straight and took a step forward. “I've decided we're all going out tomorrow.” Another step forward, but the fiery look in his eyes had me backing up a step.

“Um, where?”

“Wildlife Park. Always wanted to take Swan there, have never gotten around to it. Now I will.” Another step forward and he slipped his tee over his head.

I bit my lip to stop myself from groaning as I eye-raped his beautiful, muscular, tattooed chest.

I licked my lips and he watched my tongue. “Well, I'm sure Swan will enjoy that.”

Another step and he was in front of me. “You're coming,” he quirked an eyebrow and added, “in more ways than one, but tomorrow you are coming with us.”

“But—”

“No buts, woman.”

“Whatever.” Now was not the time to argue; I needed, and so very fuckin' much wanted, his body to fill me
in more ways than one
. “Enough talk, let's fuck.” I grinned up at him. His eyes were hooded and he sighed.

“No, darlin'. The way I'll make you feel, the way my body will possess yours, it’s more than just fuckin'.”

Holy hell.

“Okay, stud. Prove it.”

He grinned wickedly at me. “Gladly.”

Griz

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I
clenched my fists at my side once again. No matter how much my dick wanted inside her, I wouldn't allow it. I meant every word I’d just said. I wanted her to be fully aware of who she was about to have in her body, mind and soul.

“Take your clothes off. Now,” I growled.

Her eyes widened. I was waiting for her to argue back, to tell me to get fucked, because I knew she hated being told what to do. Though, I also knew I was possibly the only one who could get away with it.

She removed her girly top and shorts quickly and quietly.

Yes, I was in there. She may not totally know it yet, but I was embedded deep in there.

Hiding my grin, I told her, “Get on the bed on all fours and face me.”

“You're fuckin' lucky I'm in a good mood, Grady.”

Hell. I loved it when she said my name. “I know,” I admitted.

She climbed on top of the bed and turned so she was on her hands and knees facing me.

I took a step back, flipped the button on my jeans and then slowly slid down the zipper. She watched every move I made with an eager look upon her face. My jeans dropped to the floor with my boxers, and I kicked them off and stood before her.

My hand wound around my cock and started to stroke it. “I saw last night that you liked how I handle my dick. Am I right?”

“Grady,” she groaned on an exhale.

I had been right, so I kept tuggin' myself, just out of reach in front of her. The sneaky woman ran her hands over her beautiful boobs, down her stomach to her pussy, which I knew would be wet for me.

“You keep touchin' your sweet spot, you won't get my cock.”

She glared, but then pulled her hand away and rested it back down on the bed. “You had better give it to me
now
then, or I'll finish all this on my own.”

I smirked. “Bullshit. Tell me you want my cock in your mouth.”

“Grady,” she said with a warning tone.

“Tell me,” I growled.

She licked her lips. We both knew she wanted this, and if she didn't hurry the fuck up, I'd blow yet-a-fuckin’-gain too early from just thinking about how wet her pussy was.

“Babe, I want to suck, lick and devour your cock inside my mouth right now.”

“Christ,” I bit out and moved forward. With my hand in her hair, I slowly slid my rock-hard erection into her sweet mouth and groaned. “Shit that feels good.” Pulling back out, I pushed in again quickly. She moaned, and the hum of it sent a pulse through my dick.

With a tighter grip on her hair, I pumped my cock into her mouth over and over again.

Hell. I had to stop, or I was gonna come.

Loosening my grip on her hair, I ordered, “Move.” She did by sitting back on her knees. I got on the bed and laid flat. “I want you to fuck my face, darlin'.”

Her breathing picked up and I knew she liked the thought of that. She climbed over to me and positioned her snatch above my face, her knees on each side of my head. I grabbed her thighs and lowered her delicious-tasting pussy to my mouth. It didn't take her long to take control. She moved her hot body over my mouth, running her pussy back and forth over my tongue.

“Jesus, Grady, Jesus,” she moaned. “Fuck, babe. I'm gonna come.”

I pushed her up and barked, “No. Not fuckin' yet. Not until my cock is inside of you.”

“Yes,” she hissed and moved off my face to lay her head on her pillow.

“Wrong again, darlin'. Get up on all fours.”

She smirked, but did as I asked...or I should say
told
. She flipped over and got up on her hands and knees once again. I crept up behind her, so fuckin' eager to have my cock deep within her tight core.

“Shit, tell me you're protected.”

She nodded.

“I need to hear it, darlin'.”

“I'm on the pill and clean. I've been tested, recently,” she said over her shoulder, her lust-filled eyes upon mine.

“Thank fuck. So am I.”

She laughed. “What, you're on the pill too?”

Little minx
. I slapped her arse and she moaned loudly. “You know what I mean,” I growled. “I'm clean.” And with that, I forced my cock balls-deep straight into her, knowing her pussy would be wet and ready enough for me to take, and it was. Both of us hissed and groaned.

“Hell. I knew you'd feel good, but this is way fuckin' better than I fantasised.” I pulled out and pushed back in over and over again.

“Damn, Grady. Christ, you feel so good in there. You belong inside me.”

Shit.

“And don't ever forget it,” I said through clenched teeth. I was close; there was no way I could hold off for much longer. The way her tight walls milked my cock—it was fuckin' bliss.