Twist of Fate (Taking Chances #2) - Tia Louise Page 0,75
tits?”
“Yes,” she gasps, arching her back higher. “I’m right there.”
My hand moves quickly from her breast to below her waist, and I slide my fingers along her clit, thrusting deeper, closing my eyes as she breaks into leg-shaking spasms, clenching around my cock.
Her fingers curl on the shower wall, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her body against mine as the orgasm pulses through us both.
My cheek is against the top of her head, and I close my eyes. We still have it, and it is so good. She turns and I catch the condom, quickly disposing of it before pulling her chest to mine under the warm spray.
She has a washcloth, and she slides it down my back, over my ass as a naughty smile curls her lips. I lean down to kiss her lips briefly before taking the cloth and finishing the job.
Minutes later, we’re wrapped in thick towels, and she quietly moves around her bedroom, pulling on sweat shorts and a long-sleeved tee.
I sit on the side of the bed, watching my little princess sleeping. Her arms are over her head and she exhales a little snore. It’s too cute, but Daisy motions for me to leave the room.
“I need to turn her over, and she might wake up. She won’t understand why you’re here.”
As much as I hate to go, I lean down and feather the lightest possible kiss over my littlest girl’s head before going into the living room. I’m back in my pre-sex shorts and tee, but the shower helped.
“It’s cute, but snoring actually means she’s not sleeping well.” Daisy pads into the room looking so pretty and freshly fucked. “And she’s a cranky little rascal when she’s tired.”
“I should go and let you get a few hours of sleep.” She comes to me, and I slide my thumb along her cheek.
“Will you be able to sleep?” She blinks up at me, and I lean down to kiss her nose.
“I don’t know. I want you to call me if you hear any strange noises.”
She rolls her eyes. “Travis Walker is not going to bother us.”
“Not if he knows what’s good for him.”
Her eyes are warm, and her lips quirk as if she wants to say something and changes her mind. She blinks and smiles warmly instead. “I’ll call you if I hear any strange noises.”
“Good girl. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
She walks me out, and we say goodnight.
I drive back and fall into my bed, but I spend the remainder of the night turning over the whole what next part of the story. The fever of reunion is sated in my blood, but where does that put us?
Thanks to my mom and Gran, I’ve got a nice financial cushion to change directions, but which direction? I’ve spent four years starting a life in L.A. Daisy has spent as much time establishing her store here, and now that I know Melody, I can’t possibly be away from her all the time. I don’t want to miss another minute of her childhood.
I finally give up on sleep as the sun is breaking over the horizon and stagger into the kitchen. Taking a mug from the cabinet, I fix myself some coffee before going in search of my grandmother.
She’s sitting on the couch, looking out at the dew sparkling like diamonds on the grass out front.
“It’s a beautiful view.”
She turns to me and smiles. “I haven’t seen much of you lately.”
“I’ve been helping Daisy with her shop over in the village, and I went by the school a few times to help J.R. with the boys.”
“You haven’t been sleeping in your bed.” Her hazel eyes narrow, and she seems to know the reason.
I sit on the couch beside her. “Just making sure people are safe.”
“Which people?” She studies me over the rim of her mug.
It’s a fact: my grandmother knows everything.
“Before I left here, my biggest fear was making a mistake. Traveling all that way, investing so much time, and then figuring out later it wasn’t what I wanted.”
“It’s a risk you take no matter what you do.” She places a wrinkled hand over mine and gives it a squeeze. “You could’ve stayed here and figured out it wasn’t what you wanted. Every choice you make is going to have consequences, good and bad. You have to keep moving forward, keep making choices, and the road will rise up to meet you.”