Give Me Grace (36 page)

I slammed the door and spun around. “Wait a minute. You’re putting the cottage on the market?
This
cottage?”

Casey shrugged. “Yeah, why?”

“I’ll buy it,” I blurted out.

Casey took my elbow
gently. I was hustled away from Wes and towards the corner of the kitchen. Wes politely wandered into the living room with his wine, pretending to peruse the books on the shelves to give us privacy.

“Grace.”

“What?”

“This property is right opposite the beach.”

“And you’re pointing out the obvious because …”

“Because it’s a million dollar property.”

Did he think I was destitute? That I didn’t have financial investments up the wazoo? Because I did. And this place? This would be an investment in my future. I may not get the kids with the overturned bikes and the husband in the backyard manning the barbecue, but I had Mitsy and my future cat.

“That’s nice,” I replied. “
It will free up some capital for you.”

I opened the fridge door
again and began pulling out contents at random—olives, cheese, prosciutto, crusty bread—and put it all on the kitchen bench.

“Is that why you want to buy it?” he asked as I searched the cupboards for a platter. Casey walked to the high cupboard by the range
hood and took one out. He handed it over and then leaned up against the bench, folding his arms. “We don’t need the capital, Grace. We’re offloading the property because it’s a sellers market right now. House prices are hitting their peak. Now’s the time to realise a good profit.”

I paused what I was doing and picked up my wine, raising my brows at Casey while I took a sip. My insides quivered
with delight at the crisp, cool taste.

“I just think that maybe you’re making a rash decision,” he added.

“Look,” he said when I didn’t reply. He began manoeuvring me out of the kitchen. “Why don’t you go sit down and rest while I finish this and we can talk about it later. You have all week here. Take the time to look around first and see what you think.”

I took another sip of wine, contemplating Casey over the rim of my glass. I was still buying it, but what he said made sense. There was no need to rush it. “Okay.”

He paused, his expression suspicious. “Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. You’re right. I’ll take the time to look around first.”

Casey scratched at his beard, looking a bit thrown by my easy agreement. I grinned and walked away with my wine towards the living area and Wes.

“Oh, and Grace?” Casey cal
led out. I paused to look at him. “You shouldn’t be drinking alcohol. You’re on heavy duty painkillers. The combination will—”

I cut him off. “Don’t push it,
Casey.”

Wes
half stood when I made my way over, hesitant about whether I needed assistance sitting down or not. I waved him off and sat, but I couldn’t restrain the hiss when it hurt.

“
Are you okay? Casey told me about the accident?”

“I’
m a bit bruised, but I’m okay. I’m more upset about Casey’s car to be honest. I don’t think it stood a chance from the moment I arrived in Sydney.”

Wes’s brows rose in question.

“It’s a long story,” I replied and nodded at his glass. “Top up?”

He shrugged. “Sure. I don’t have anywhere I need to be tonight.”

I started to shift off the couch.

“I can get it,” Wes said hastily.

“I’ll get it,” Casey called out. He walked over with the platter. Leaving it on the coffee table, he left and came back with the bottle of wine.

“I’m not imposing
, am I?” Wes asked when Casey topped up his glass and took a seat beside me, his own wine glass in hand. I couldn’t help but notice the double standards.

“Not at all,” I told Wes and fixed a smile on my face. “Tell me about the area. I haven’t been to Terrigal before but from what I saw on the drive in, it’s really beautiful.”

His face warmed with pride as he began spouting off some of the spots I needed to see while I was here. Casey put his hand on my leg, letting it rest there while Wes spoke. I finished my wine all too soon and Wes topped it up for me without thinking.

Casey didn’t look happy but he didn’t say anything. I went back to my chat with Wes, asking him about the local shopping and walking trails as I sipped at my second wine.

“Oh my God,” Grace moaned from somewhere beneath her pillow. I sat a coffee on the bedside table next to her, my first duty of the day after losing the challenge. Then I climbed back in bed. “How much did I drink last night?”

I chuckled, lifting the corner of the pillow to look at her. H
er eyes were puffy and her hair everywhere. “Two glasses.”

“Two? Just
two?
”

I opened my
mouth, ready to tell her she shouldn’t have combined her alcohol and painkillers.

“Don’t you say I told you so,” she mumbled, yanking the pillow from my hand and hiding back underneath it.

My lips twitched. “Okay.”

I propped up my pillows and sat against the headboard of the bed, checking emails on my phone with one hand and sipping my coffee with the other. Grace
was muttering from beneath her own pillow beside me when suddenly it flew off the bed. “You’re naked,” she breathed, her eyes running down the length of me and back up again.

“I am,” I confirmed, going back to my phone.

“No. You don’t understand. You’re not wearing anything. At all.”

I peered at her
over the rim of my coffee cup as I took a sip. Her interest made my cock twitch in response. “That’s usually what naked means. Wearing no clothes.”

“I’ve never seen you fully naked before.”

“And?”

“And you should never wear clothes again,” she declared.

I laughed as I set my phone back on the bedside table, giving up on the emails for now. “With this?” I grabbed my cock suggestively. It was semi-hard already and all she’d done was look at it. “Could be dangerous,” I joked. “I might poke someone’s eye out.”

“Oh my God,” she groaned with a laugh and a roll of her eyes.

A pillow came flying my way, knocking my hand that held the coffee and just clipping my face. Hot liquid splashed carelessly over the pale blue sheets.

“Oops,” Grace muttered.
“Sorry.”

I brushed
it away with my hand, setting my coffee next to my phone before Grace did any more damage. “It’s okay. That can be my first order of business today. Washing the sheets.”

“No. I want a shower. You can help me with that first.”

Help Grace with getting naked and wet? I grinned. “Yes, ma’am. But with your injuries, it might be easier if you had a bath instead.”

“Yes,
ma’am
?” Grace repeated. She turned on her side and rested her head on her left hand. “I like that. You can do that all day too. Call me ma’am.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I
rolled out of bed, the manoeuvre not hurting so much after taking a low dose of painkillers earlier this morning. I pointed to the ones I left next to her side of the bed. “Take those first. I’ll make you something to eat so you can have them with food.”

“Food?” Grace plopped onto her back with a loud, heavy sigh. “I don’t think I can ever eat again. I ate so much crap yesterday my tummy still hurts. I’m
not used to, well … eating.” Then she groaned, holding a hand over her eyes. “I made an ass of myself in front of Wes last night, didn’t I? I vaguely remember you apologising for me every five minutes.”

“You were guarding the food platter like a pit
bull,” I told her as I walked through the double doors of the bedroom. Being a small, two-bedroom cottage, they opened directly into the kitchen so I could still see Grace as I pulled the toaster from the cupboard. I rested it on the counter, catching her eyes doing a lazy descent over my body. I angled myself so she got a better view and winked. “How’s that?”

“Perfect,” she
said with a sigh. “Don’t move.”

I had to move to get the brea
d. Grace let out another mortified groan as I popped two slices in the toaster. “I’m so embarrassed. I pretty much ate that entire platter myself, didn’t I? I’m such a pig.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.
I don’t think Wes cared. I had to stick him in a cab because he was just as shitfaced as you were.”

“Probably because I didn’t let him eat,” she mumbled.

“Probably,” I called out, chuckling as I opened the fridge. I stuck my head in, looking for the butter when a warm hand landed on my back.

“Mmm, nice,” I
said, straightening when the hand trailed down my back to my bare ass. Grace ran her palm over it, squeezing. I glanced down at my cock, watching it fill from the simple touch.

Her hand slid around my hip
, taking it in her hand. Her grip was hard and I thrust into it. “Fuck the toast,” I managed to get out when she squeezed and began to stroke. “I’m gonna eat you for breakfast.”

“Uh
uh,” Grace tutted and pressed up against my back. “Today I’m in charge.”

I slammed the fridge door shut and braced my palms on it, fucking into her hand.
I shuddered, knowing I’d come like a freight train if she didn’t stop soon. My dick was on a hair trigger after a forced week of abstinence.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s what you think.”

Her hand fell away when I turned around. Grace was still wearing her shirt from yesterday, but the shorts were gone and her panties were nothing but a scrap of black lace.

“Hey!” was all she managed before I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth.
I used her distraction to my advantage. She squeaked into my mouth when my hand slipped inside her panties. I slid a finger through the slick heat and inside her. She broke off, gasping.

So hot and tight.

I wanted inside bad but I wouldn’t last that long. I pulled out and sat her up on the kitchen counter.

“You said you’d
stick your hand in your panties and touch yourself,” I reminded her. Then I dragged her panties down and off and spread her wide. “But I wanna see you do it.”

“Casey,” she breathed, hesitating.

“Do it, Grace.”

She reached down and began ru
bbing her clit. It dragged a soft moan from her throat.

“Fuck,” I bit out. I had to grab my cock at the base before I came all over her. “That’s so hot.”

Her cheeks flushed and I knew she was embarrassed. I didn’t care. She was so sexy I was tempted to grab my phone and take a picture. Stuff my mental spank bank. I could use that photo to jack off to for life. I palmed my phone off the kitchen counter and held it up. “Can I?”

“No way!”
Grace pulled her hand away.

“Don’t stop,” I told her. I put the phone down and slipped a finger back inside.
She tilted her hips at my invasion, taking my finger deeper with a groan. I added another one. “Keep touching yourself, Grace.”

Her finger found the swollen button and began rubbing again. My cock pulsed and
I fisted it, jacking myself at the same time. “Okay,” she panted.

“Okay?”

“You can take a photo.”

Fuck. I almost came right then and there.
“Really?”

“Two conditions.”

“Anything,” I told her truthfully. “Tell me.”

“The photo gets deleted before we leave the cottage
and
I get to take one of you.”

“Done,” I said quickly.

She giggled. It ended on a gasp when I twisted my fingers, finding her G-spot. “Oh God. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”

“You can’t back out now,” I said with a grin. I pulled back and tugged at the hem of her shirt. “This has to go first.” I helped her take it off
, carefully slipping it from her injured shoulder. I tossed the shirt aside and ducked my head, sucking a nipple in my mouth. “You’re gonna kill me, Casey,” she gasped.

I let her nipple
go with a pop and grinned. “Not if I go first.”

I palmed my phone
again before Grace changed her mind. After finding the camera, I held it up in front of her.

“I don’t
want my face in it!” she cried, holding out her hand to ward me off.

“You can
be the one to delete the photo if you don’t trust me to do it,” I told her because I wanted her face. The look on it when she was all worked up and flushed was just as hot as the rest of her.

Grace bit her lip. “Okay.
I’ll
delete it.”

She didn’t trust me to do it. I was okay with that. What I w
as asking was pretty huge. I knew if I had a daughter, I’d rip the head off any guy who got near her with a camera. Then I’d jam it up his ass.

Forgetting the whol
e photo thing for minute, I dropped between her legs and sucked her clit in my mouth. I wanted that look back on her face. Her head fell back and she moaned, rocking her hips forward. I shifted lower. “Touch yourself, Grace,” I said before pushing my tongue inside her.

She did
just that. I withdrew my mouth and licked my lips as I picked up the phone. Taking a step back, I focused the camera and took the shot. “So fucking hot.”

“Just the one,” she told me.

“Just the one,” I confirmed, setting the phone aside. And it was a good one. Grace let out a little gasp. “You close?”

“So close,” she managed to get out.

I dropped back down, spearing her with my tongue, competing with her finger as we both worked to get her off. “Come on, baby,” I urged, palming my cock when it demanded attention. “Make it a good one.”

Grace
cried out and came, her body tensing on the counter. I laved at her gently with my tongue, soothing her through the aftershocks. When she was done, I straightened and wrapped her in my arms. She giggled weakly into my neck. “Your turn.”

“Yes please,” I replied.

She took my hand and guided it back to my cock. Soon she was taking a photo of me jacking off. Unable to hold back after that, I came hard all over her belly, my cock pulsing until I wondered if it was ever going to stop.

“Jesus
, fuck,” I breathed, pressing my forehead against hers. I gave her a quick messy kiss. “I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Me too,” Grace replied and a grin broke out across her face. “Today’s going to be fun.”

I groaned. “Today’s going to kill us.”

After breakfast, my next duty was to run Grace a bath
. She sat in the steaming water with her cast resting off the edge. I climbed in behind her, realising I’d overfilled the tub when water sloshed onto the floor.

“Oops,” Grace muttered.

“It’s just water. I’ll throw a few towels down.”

I uncapped the shampoo bottle and began lathering her hair. The sweet smell of
strawberries rose from the steaming water as I worked it through.

“Mmm
,” she moaned. “I could get used to this.”

“Yeah?” I massaged her scalp,
liking the sweet whimpers she made. “Because I could do this for you every day if you wanted me to.”

Grace stilled. “
Every day this week?”

I calmly picked up the plastic jug by the tub and filled it with water. “Tilt your head back.”