me. “You can’t say commitments aren’t your thing Reed, not when you’ve committed yourself to dealing with her for the next eighteen years and then some.” The waitress comes back with two shots and we down them. The contents taste like straight gasoline.
The drink burns going down my throat, and my eyes water. “If she falls for me, we’re both screwed. I won’t be able to deny myself what I want and…” I trail off.
Grant finishes the sentence for me. “And you’re scared the fuck out of what that means.” I smirk into my empty shot glass because he gets me. He is the male version of Fallon.
The alcohol destroys any filter I have, and I find myself telling him everything that happened between us since the night we made our arrangement, finishing with what happened today. “I fingered her and ate her out today in the office. She’s addictive, and the way I feel when she comes is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Then, Ryker knocked on the door, banging to be let in so he could be his pain in the ass self. I had to let her leave. I didn’t even get to finish…”
“Did she at least get off?” he asks, our drinking slowing to a snail’s pace.
I glare at him, because hello, I’m an asshole even on a good day, but I always make sure the woman I’m with gets hers. “Of course she got off. I’d never leave her hanging on the edge, ever.” My cock stiffens from the memory of her bare pussy against my desk.
“Okay.” Grant changes the subject quickly, probably not wanting to hear about all the dirty things Fallon and I did. “What did Ryker want?” My mood changes when I think back to what Ryker came in to tell me.
“Something’s wrong with Dad. I know he said it was just “old age,” but I’m not buying it. I’m going to do some investigating. There’s a nurse at the hospital that’s willing to ask around, though I had to pay her a pretty penny to do it.” I sag against the chair. Moments ago my body was relaxed with pleasure and now I’m filled to the brim with worry.
I don’t understand his reasoning. “So he wants a grandchild to what?” Ryker rolls his eyes and looks as if he understands it all better than I do and he probably does. He’s always been the smarter one. Maybe I should’ve let him take over the company.
“Isn’t it obvious? He wants a grandbaby to spoil while he can, and to carry on the family name, of course. You know how he is. I mean, it’s not rocket science, Reed, and you’ve got Fallon now. She’s willing to give you what Dad wants so I don’t know why the fuck you’re still stressing.”
I can’t tell Ryker the real reason I’m stressed out. I’m worried this will ruin everything we’ve spent years building. She’s my best friend, but now that she’s my lover? I’ve never loved any woman I’ve fucked, and loving Fallon terrifies the hell out of me.
“Yeah, she’s going to give me a baby, but that’s all. We aren’t in a relationship. This is strictly physical, Ryker. Nothing more, nothing less.”
There's a twinkle of mischievousness in Ryker’s eyes that makes me nervous. “There are other men interested in her. You know that right? Do you think you can handle seeing her with one of them? What about while she’s carrying your baby? Can you handle knowing your baby is inside her while someone else’s dick is bringing her pleasure every night?”
I clench my fists at my sides, thinking about someone else with her makes me ragey. I want to punch the fuck out of something.
“Well? What the fuck did he say, Reed?”
Grant’s voice pulls me back to the present before I can finish the thought. “He thinks Dad is sick, and that he’s been hiding his illness for some time so he wouldn’t have to discuss it with us.” Just the idea that he’s sick and going through it alone hurts me more than I care to admit. After losing Mom, death is the last thing I want to think about when it comes to my only remaining parent.
“I’m sorry, Reed. I know how rough it was for you when your mom died, and now your dad too…” His voice trails off, and he shakes his head like he understands how I’m feeling.