I gather Everly's stuff as we say our goodbyes. I’m so happy we decided to visit and Everly got to spend time with my family. She holds Annalee’s hand as we move toward the front of the house, then reaches for me as we near the door.
"Come on, little lady. We have to get home before your sisters get off the bus, and then get dinner started before Daddy gets home."
I nearly stumble out the front door when I realize how domesticated that sounded, and how much my life has changed in just the last few days.
Chapter Twenty-One
ANGELO
The house smells amazing when I walk through the front door after a long day. Today, my team completed the final touches on the manor. Now it's just up to the facility to decorate and bring in the furniture before they officially open and I can move my mother in. It will be such a relief when that happens. It will be really nice having her so close to us.
I find Gracie standing at the stove and wrap my arms around her, pulling her back to my front as I inhale deeply. "What’re you making?"
"Chicken marsala, homemade mashed potatoes, and sautéed green beans," she replies in a soft voice as she cuddles back into me.
"Damn," I tell her, grateful the girls are in the other room and Everly isn't here to yell at me. "Well, it smells delicious."
"I'm glad you think so, because it's about one of the only things I know how to make," she says with a laugh.
I doubt what she's saying is true, but I laugh right alongside her anyway. I've learned since the moment I met her not to underestimate anything she says or does.
When she turns around to face me and leans back ever so slightly, I nearly swallow my tongue at today's shirt choice.
My safe word is HARDER
"Is that so?" I ask—for clarification purposes, of course.
"Is what so?" Gracie genuinely looks confused, so I point to her shirt. Or, more accurately, the words stretching across her chest.
"Ohhh," she chuckles. "If you're asking me if my shirt is true, then yes, it is." She gives me a wink before turning back to what she was doing before I walked in.
"Game on," is all I can say as I adjust myself before going to say hi to my daughters.
"The girls are sleeping," I tell Gracie as I walk into the living room and find her sitting on the sofa where I left her. Reaching my hand out, I wait until she takes it before I pull her up from the couch and into my arms. “Time for me to make good on that promise."
"Hmmmm." The sound she makes goes straight to my cock. "Is that so?" Her seductive voice is all the confirmation I need to know we’re both on the same page.
Unable to wait any longer, I bend down and toss her over my shoulder. Her fit of laughter vibrates along my back, and her head is dangerously close to my ass. I wait to see what kind of retribution she plans to dish out, and, as expected, she doesn't make me wait long. Gracie pinches my ass just as I walk over the threshold of the master bedroom.
Gripping her hips and setting her down next to the bed, I slide my hands up her curves on the way to cradle her face. "I'm going to torture you for all those shirts you like to tease me with."
One of the greatest sounds and sights in the world is the way Gracie's throat bobs when she tosses her head back and lets out a barrel of laughter. I'm lucky enough that she gifts me with it now. I move my hands down and wrap both of them gently around her throat so my thumbs can feel the movement.
Gracie is perfect for me. And she confirms it when, instead of gasping at my touch, she moans. "You like that?" I seek—absolutely need—verbal confirmation, and Gracie doesn't disappoint.
"Yes." Her breathy voice hits me square in the chest, and there’s no hiding her flushed cheeks or dilated pupils.
I lean down to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you just like your shirts suggest." I don't need to touch her pussy to know she's gushing for me—I can smell her intoxicating scent. And it only encourages me more. "Wait right here."
I smile when Gracie whimpers her disappointment at the loss of my touch. She's exactly where I want her. Needy for me.
Digging in my drawer, I find the single tie I own. When I turn around, she has one eyebrow raised. Twisting the necktie into a handcuff knot, I watch as her eyes grow bigger with excitement.
"Lie on the bed and put your hands above your head," I demand, and smile with satisfaction when she eagerly does my bidding.
Bracing one knee on the bed next to her rib cage, I lean over and place the knot around her wrists and pull tight until I'm sure she can't and won't move out of her bindings. "Keep your arms just like that, or this stops," I tell her before sliding her shorts and panties down her legs.
I pull my shirt over my head but keep my pants on. I need some kind of barrier between us so I’m not tempted to rush things along before I’m done paying her back.
