CARSON
Iam actually using my grill. I bought it three years ago when I bought the house and I have not used it once. Well, it’s been used, my mom did use it when my family came over to celebrate my new house purchase. But that was the first and last time it was used.
I don’t cook. I can make some mac and cheese and even guacamole. I know how to cook; I just don’t do it. So I stick with the basics of guac, cheesy noodles, and sandwiches when I need to actually make something for myself. I do have a panini press, so my sandwiches are warm. See, not completely useless.
But I skipped out on family dinner tonight. I told them I needed to work on the Phillips case. We have preliminary hearings next week. I said I needed to prep. Which is true, but it’s also a lie.
After those two nights in Wilmington with Grace, I wanted to spend more time with her. Do something special for her. And since we can’t run away to someplace in the mountains for a night without her brother asking questions, and since going to a restaurant is entirely off-limits, I decide to cook. At least I know how to make a steak. I bought those potato sides that you just need to microwave and add seasoning. And I knew I could grill some asparagus without a problem. So I decided this was the best option.
I’m falling for Grace, and I’m falling hard. Hell, I nearly told her I loved her.
But love? I’m not entirely sure yet. It had to be in the heat of the moment I felt that, right? Because love scares the shit out of me.
She’s the first person I’m seeing since Tiff and we aren’t even really dating. Aren’t you not supposed to move on with the first person you sleep with or date? Isn’t it bad luck and just a sign you will have another terrible ending?
She agreed with me on Friday night. She said she would let us try this thing out. Even if it is still a secret. And if it doesn’t work out, then no hard feelings. We are both not the best with relationships and we thought there was no harm in trying. Even keeping it a secret from Owen. Because I know he will murder me if he knows I touched his sister. And if I’m dead, he won’t have the best criminal defense attorney in the state to save his ass.
I laugh at the joke in my head, but then my mind slowly flits back to the car ride home. Everything was going fine. We were enjoying each other’s company and then it got weird. After I told her about my internship and first job after Duke, she stiffened. I have no idea what the hell for, but I won’t let it take away from what we have. I’ll just ask her about it. Because that’s what you do in relationships. Communicate.
I wanted her to come over to my house when we got back into town, but she had told her brother she would spend time with the family. And didn’t want to add suspicion to us. I even offered a quickie at my house and then I would drive her home. She punched me in the arm but then she agreed to come over tonight. And I hope it’s not awkward.
I am so lost in thought I don’t even hear her open the sliding door out to my deck. It isn’t until she grabs my scotch out of my hand and straddles my lap that I snap out of it.
“Were you that lost in thought over your case this week that you didn’t even hear me?”
I grip her hips and squeeze. “Maybe I was just seeing what you would do.”
“What if I took your drink and splashed it in your face?”
I chuckle as I stare into her green eyes. And fuck me, these feelings are fucking real. Just looking at her makes me want to claim her as my own. “You would never waste good booze.”
“True.” She smiles and then her lips land on mine, sucking hard on my bottom lip as her hips grind over my own, causing my monster dick, as she calls it, to start to come to life.
But she pulls away just as quickly as she started. “Mmm. That was good booze.” She reaches over and snatches up the glass she set on the table and downs the whole thing.
“You could have gotten your own.”
“I could have.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because I had to listen to a baby crying all day and damn kids running around, and all I could think about was your monster dick.”
“Babies and kids make you think about my dick?” I ask, a slight cringe on my face. “Baby, I may love fucking you, but I have no intention of fucking a baby into you yet.”
“Yet?” she answers with a smirk. And fuck, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. “But that is a good thing because I definitely don’t want a baby now.”
“Definitely not the time.”
She grinds on my dick again as her hands slide down my chest and play with the tie on my basketball shorts. “I liked seeing you in jeans the other day.”
“I know. You told me repeatedly as you pulled them down and then sucked my cock like a queen.”
She bites her lips. “I like seeing you in basketball shorts even more.”
“Is that so?”
She nods as her hand slip under the elastic. “And I am not saying I want a baby. God, not anytime soon. But I think practicing is always a good thing. I heard practice makes perfect.”