Inappropriate - Vi Keeland Page 0,70
of underslept.
I cracked one eye open to slide my phone on. “Hello?”
“Why aren’t you down here?”
Shit. Mia. I pushed up on one elbow. “What time is it?”
“Twenty minutes after brunch started.”
“Oh. Crap. I’m sorry. I guess I overslept.”
“You overslept or someone kept you up all night?”
“Both.”
Mia squealed, and I had to pull the phone away from my ear. Grant squinted his eyes open, so I covered the phone.
“It’s Mia. We’re late for brunch.”
“Tell her we’re skipping and I’m going to eat you again instead.”
Of course Mia heard that even though I’d had the phone covered. She squealed again. “Get down here now. I want to hear all the details.”
Grant took the phone from my hand and looked at me as he spoke. “We need twenty minutes to shower.” His eyes dropped to my exposed breast. “Make that thirty.”
I had no idea what she said, but he swiped the phone off and buried his head in my neck. “Morning.”
I was positive I had the goofiest smile on my face, though I didn’t care. “Good morning.”
His hand slipped between my legs, and he ran his fingers over my swollen flesh. “Sore?”
I was, but I downplayed it. “A little.”
He caught my gaze. “You sure?”
I nodded.
Grant plucked one nipple, and it stiffened to a peak. “Good,” he said gruffly. “I want to fuck you from behind in the bathroom, with you bent over the sink and watching in the mirror.”
My muscles ached, and between my legs was tender from how many times we went at it last night, yet thinking about Grant standing behind me while I was bent over already had my body thrumming to life.
I bit my lip. “Then why are we still in bed?”
A few heartbeats later, Grant lifted me from the bed and cradled me in his arms. I yelped in surprise, but truly I loved it. I loved the feeling of being in his arms, and the way he could toss me around like I weighed nothing.
He carried me into the bathroom with a condom between his teeth, and then we did exactly what he’d said he wanted to do. He fucked me from behind over the sink while I watched. It was fast and furious, but no less satisfying. We both came hard, and it was a perfect way to wake up. After, we got ready quickly and went downstairs to join the rest of the wedding party for brunch.
Mia’s eyes lit up when she saw us. My hair was tied back in a wet ponytail and Grant’s was slicked back from the shower. She pointed to the empty seat next to her as we approached the table. “Get your butt over here.”
I looked at Christian. “Your wife is very bossy.”
He smiled and looked at Mia with admiration. “My wife…I like the sound of that.”
Grant took the seat across from Christian, and the two of them fell into easy conversation. The newlyweds were going to Kauai for their honeymoon, and apparently Grant had been there before, so they spoke about what boat tour to take and some helicopter ride.
Mia attempted to grill me on how things had gone with Grant, but I would only say we had a good night together. Though the smile on my face and the flush still on my cheeks from an orgasm twenty minutes ago probably told her a lot more than what came out of my mouth anyway.
Overhearing Grant and Christian talk about where Grant had stayed in Kauai, Mia interrupted, “Oh. I saw that place online. It looks gorgeous. But they were sold out. Apparently they lost more than half of the resort in a storm a few years back.”
Grant nodded. “Didn’t know that.”
“How long ago were you there?”
Grant’s eyes flickered to mine for a moment. “Eight years ago.”
I felt a stab of jealousy, though I knew that was stupid. Grant had probably gone to Kauai on his honeymoon. His marriage was long over, and we’d just spent an amazing night together growing closer, yet I still felt jealous. I tamped down my silly emotions and tried not to let them spoil the euphoric feeling I’d come in with.
“So, Grant…” Mia pointed her fork at him. “Now that I’m an old married woman, I think I should warn you that I’ve mapped out my friend’s future. Ireland and I are going to be neighbors with white picket fences and little boys born within a week of each other named Liam and Logan.”
I laughed. “Mia decided this in fifth grade. We used