Grace (The Family Simon #5)- Juliana Stone Page 0,42

warm, mouth enveloped him, Matt saw stars. His nostrils flared and he banged his head against the wall. She was aggressive, and she grabbed his shaft with her hands, stroking him in a perfect way that had his balls tightening. He was losing control and fuck if he cared.

His hands sank into all those dark waves and he held her there against him, swearing like a sailor when she licked her way down his dick and took one of his balls into her mouth.

“You’re killing me, Grace,” he said hoarsely, gritting his teeth when she took him whole once more.

There were no more words. He gazed down at this woman on her knees, at the sweet curve of her cheek, and the small upturned nose that he freaking adored, and he let her love him. She sucked and tugged and massaged him until he knew he couldn’t hold back. When he tried to move her away, she held on and soaked up every last bit of him as he came.

“That was…” But he couldn’t finish his sentence because Matt didn’t think he had the right words.

She gazed up at him, her hands caressing his thighs, and smiled. “I know.”

Carefully, Matt helped her up and slid his arms around her, wanting to feel her body and her warmth. He kissed the top of her head and grabbed her hand.

“It’s early yet.” His throat felt thick and his voice was a little rough. “Let’s see if I can top that.”

Grace licked her lips and let him lead her up the stairs to his bedroom. They pushed open the door and clothes started flying.

“Game on,” Grace giggled, flashing her perfect ass at him before diving into his bed. With a huge grin, Matt joined her and spent the next several hours doing his very best.

17

A week went by and Grace was still in New Waterford.

She and Matt didn’t discuss the fact that she’d never returned to Nashville. Or that she had her friend Nicola courier out her laptop so she could work on the gala for the foundation. He didn’t blink an eye when she went to town one day and spent a small fortune on clothing and toiletries. Not even when said toiletries ended up on his bathroom sink.

The two of them just sort of fell into a routine and if their silence somehow kept whatever it was they were doing together, working, then so be it. Of course, others were talking and the rumor mill was going crazy.

Hawkins had gotten the Simon girl pregnant. Hawkins had somehow brainwashed her. They were both into kinky sex.

Lou at the hardware store told Missy from Jensen’s boutique that a Simon was too good for riff raff the likes of Matt Hawkins, and he declared her family would put an end to it sooner rather than later. Of course when Missy repeated Lou’s take on things to her boyfriend, a guy who worked for Logan Forest, Logan’s wife Billie was in earshot and told the girl in no uncertain terms to keep her mouth shut unless she knew what the hell she was talking about.

Grace knew about the gossip, of course she knew, but she’d grown up a Simon and having people talk about her or her family was familiar. It was almost normal. To be expected. As for Matt, well, she had no idea if he knew and whether he cared or not if he did. You know, on account of the no talking thing.

Sure it bothered her—the no talking thing. But she didn’t want to force the issue because she was afraid Matt would push back. Some would call that a cowardly move, but for Grace it was all about keeping things even keel.

At the moment life was good. Such as it was.

So here she was a week after basically moving in to Matt’s home, and she had no idea what she was doing—what they were doing. So when her mother called out of the blue, she found it hard to answer her questions. To be fair, her mother didn’t say one thing about the fact that her daughter was still in Michigan—and for that Grace was grateful. But still, to be discussing Thanksgiving when she had no clue what her plans were, was not exactly a comfortable conversation.

“The entire family will be up north, Grace. Even your cousin Cooper is gracing us with his presence.”

“Coop?” Grace smiled at the mention of his name. “What’s he done now?” It was a known fact