Worry dominated Liv’s expression. Some distance away, she watched Grady, her brother’s best friend since college and the man with whom she had the biggest crush since she was seven years old. After paying their condolences, everyone else left the cemetery including the work crew who laid the casket covered in white roses into the newly dug earth. Liv insisted on remaining near even though she arrived with her big brother Maggie, his girlfriend and Daddy. She didn’t feel that Grady should be alone right now, not that she ever minded being in his presence.
Being older, Liv could not say that she outgrew her crush on him, but her relationship with him had always been the teasing sort of friendliness. Never once did he hurt her feelings about it, and was always nice to her. When she started dating boys her own age, it had been Grady that she sought out for answers to her questions concerning them because Daddy and her sister Elle were too old and Maggie was too domineering to be rational. Liv could always count on Grady being honest with her, which was why she liked hanging out with him.
Liv sought him out about other things too including her desire for a change that meant leaving Daddy’s boating company and finding her own path after graduating college. She wanted to be taken seriously like the woman she became. After speaking with Grady about it, she drew interest in law. He seemed so passionate about it and loved what he did whenever she spoke to him about it. She wanted to be a part of something like that, which made her feel that way. In fact, when she passed the LSAT, Grady was the first person she told in her excitement. He even treated her out to dinner to celebrate.
The handsome man appeared oblivious to his surroundings now. He failed to move from where he stared at the fresh grave alongside a few others. Liv imagined that Grady still replayed his mother’s sudden passing in his mind. Once a month he would treat Mom O’Neil to a meal at the restaurant of her choice and the two of them used the time to catch up on the latest news floating around town about the impressive hotshot trial lawyer and his latest win for his firm. As mother and son took a stroll after eating a great meal, the last thing Grady ever expected would be that some thug in a hoodie would attempt to steal his mother's purse in his presence. It happened so fast the shuffle and struggle in the street that ensued before the gunshot rang off. The thug sprinted off with her purse and left Grady to contend with his mother dying in his arms helpless to stop any of it.
Tying off her trench coat more securely around her, Liv opened an umbrella over her head to guard against the cold rainstorm threatening with sputters at first. Grady sought no shelter to block the weather though. Rain gradually soaked through his black Italian slim-fit suit with black tie, over a black linen shirt. His normally messy brown hair with copper highlights was combed neatly away from his forehead today. A hint of brown stubble lined his perfect jaw as it had since the day his mother died.
After glancing up at the late morning sky, Liv approached him in growing concern. “Grady? It’s time. This rain won’t let up. You’ll catch cold if you don’t get out of it.”
The cold rainstorm pelted him harder than before. Grief won the day over his model features straight off the runway in the fine profile he made with his hands in his slacks. Grady might as well had been another striking statue in the cemetery until his hands came from his slacks. Other than that, he remained standing where he stood during the gravesite service. He stared fixed at his mother’s grave.
Liv reached and took his hand in hers. When he glanced to her in surprise it seemed, she smiled softly glad to get his attention at last. She nodded, but her smile faltered to the sorrow that filled his baby blue eyes. His tears mixed with the rain as they fell over him.
Liv’s response to him was immediate and without hesitation. In sympathy for his heartbreaking pain, she gasped and frowned. Dropping her umbrella, she wrapped her arms around him at his neck to the back of his head. Grady looked like a little boy lost. To see such a confident and beautiful man so vulnerable, was unexpected. That mask of cool control always so firmly intact over the years she came to know him like part of the family drew her in as nothing before had.
Grady shivered against her soft warmth letting it envelope him. Liv was sweet to his senses. Always had been. Even on a gloomy day, she brought the sunshine with her. Her smile was infectious, and her manner friendly. She knew no stranger and the world was a better place because she stood in it. Nothing ever seemed to get her down.
Grady breathed her in deeply gathering her vanilla and cherries scent as he closed his eyes to the tears that fell from his eyes still. Her scent was divine like her warmth to the cold sorrow that seeped from some chasm inside him. He took the comfort she freely offered in the squeeze of her arms around him. Her hands stroked the back of his head with tenderness. Responding to her, he wrapped his arms around her, too, and cried with silent dignity.
The floodgates broke from above and within him. All the anguish and pain of losing the one person who meant the most to him and knew him best was more than he could endure. Grady was now an orphan. With no one left to love him, he was truly alone.
God help him, but he craved more than was safe. Grady wanted to soothe the ache of loneliness that assaulted him in that widening chasm that threatened to swallow his heart. Desperation filled him in the hunger to feel anything more than nothing or grief. He reached for Liv’s light to warm him, to chase the shadows of sorrow away. Grady could not fight it anymore…fight how he wanted his best friend’s little sister.
Damnit, she wasn’t a little girl any more of seven. Liv stood a woman grown, and the truth of that came on her 21st birthday where Magnus and he served to indoctrinate her into the world of drinking. It quickly became apparent that the hot natural blond with gorgeous mile long legs was no newbie to a party. Not only did both of them notice this, but so did every other male they encountered that night who lusted after her tight body. Hell, Grady definitely did, and it disgusted him. Little Livy…his doll face, she had always been like a little sister to him in the way Magnus was his brother, not just his frat brother and best friend. They had been apart of each other’s lives for just over fifteen years.
However, after that night the three of them drank and partied, that impression after years of conditioning left Grady in a hurry. Lust centered in his heart instead, no different from any other hot-blooded male that Magnus would pound to kingdom come he deemed unworthy of Liv. Regardless of the less savory consequences, the fantasies began to take root. Grady couldn’t stop them once they started either.
What would her nipples look like? Pink or peachy? And, her cunny? Would it be groomed smooth or did she shave a tidy bush? Would she be as tight as he imagined? Would she taste like sin after he played with her clit? If Magnus knew the scandalous thoughts running through his head some days when so near his little tart of a sister, he’d kill him!
When Grady dared peel himself away from her arms the tiniest bit to stare into her topaz blue eyes, he found the caring that always lived in her eyes for him but so much more. The same yearning reflected in Liv’s eyes he felt festering dangerously in himself! That knowledge spread over him, and his resistance crumbled at the sudden yet sweet cling of her lips pressed against his.
Fear of her action made Liv draw away from him in shock of herself. She comprehended the fragile boundary crossed with her big brother’s best friend ten years her elder. Was she out of her mind?! Kissing Grady O’Neil would surely be her destruction. Liv knew better than to fall for the trap. Grady was a player, remember? Not the boyfriend sort. She heard the stories between her brother and him enough in the past to know the truth of it. If asked, Grady would not even deny it in his conceit.
None of that mattered, not even his immense ego, when he closed the narrow space between them again. His arms crushed Liv to him where she felt his every harsh breath. No doubt entered her mind that Grady wanted her as badly as she wanted him. It exhilarated her the lick of excitement that washed over her. That seemed the only important thing in the rash action of kissing him.
“Grady, I—” she began but never finished. His mouth invaded hers with a hunger that left her dazed. Liv moaned when he did. She clutched him near her as if he could not get close enough. The unhinged way his mouth dominated hers, forced a new gasp from her. His tongue took full advantage and stroked hers into submission. Her leg went up in how she felt the action in her toes. Her dreams of him never accounted for the sheer pleasure of his kiss.
“Come home with me,” Grady murmured with intense need inches from her lips when he stared into her eyes. There was no question in them.
Liv nodded still trying to catch her breath. Before she knew what happened save the feel of his arm holding her tight to him about her waist, Liv found herself whisked away in his car wondering if he were really fit to drive his new Infinity Q something or another sedan in a cloudy blue color. Still speechless, she could not find a way to ask the question. His face drenched in rain was pale and withdrawn again. She did not think he would hear her if she asked him anything anyway.
Minutes turned to hours and still Grady drove. Where were they going? They should have been to his condo in the city by now. Glancing through the passenger window a bit puzzled, Seapoint had been surpassed for sure. They ended up miles south of the coastal city in Oregon where ironically there was no rain. Bright, warm sunshine shone without a cloud in the sky. From the main highway, Grady rolled up to a property situated along the beach by a hidden drive. He parked on the paved circle, helped Liv out of the car, and approached the white stucco one-story home.
Unlocking the front door of the house, Grady ushered her in before him. She walked slowly stunned by the floor to ceiling windows. They admitted a great bit of afternoon sunlight she noted. Other than that, the house carried minimal amounts of white-cushioned furniture accented with sea blue pillows to add a little color.
Liv imagined that Grady took few visitors due to the openness of the space and lack of seating, or entertainment. Nothing remotely resembled a TV anywhere. White shelves stacked with books addressed the far wall. However, Grady more than made up for it in the spectacular views of the Pacific from the living room. The ocean crashing on the surf was gorgeous beyond compare, while his section of the beach appeared secluded and lovely in the white sand that graced it without a view from a neighbor for miles.
“What’s this place?” Liv asked him when she turned to Grady who watched her. It was so different from what she imagined he would have in how remote the space felt and lonely.
“My retreat from my world,” he answered simply as he walked near her. He slipped his hand into her blond hair still damp from the rain just like his. He stared at only her with heat and longing he could not deny.
“Grady,” she whispered with the same heat and longing swamping her. She pressed her thin body to him and her lips sought his again. He gasped when her lips stroked his boldly, and he gripped her hair almost painfully. Liv whimpered against his mouth as she opened it more to him like he wanted. He drank deeper of her reservoir of sweetness and sunshine like what poured in through the roof’s skylight above them.
Grady felt so stark inside. Liv filled him with warm white light. He hated himself for wanting her so much. Needing her. It consumed him. He could not fight his desires that began well before this day. Maybe even before hanging out with her drinking at the clubs along the Riverwalk. The fact that she came to work for him as an intern at the law firm while she attended her first year of law school only made matters worse in fighting what he increasingly felt for her.
Grady wasn’t alone though in his mounting feelings. Liv responded to him with the same longing, clinging to him so that he could feel her every breath match his. She offered herself up to his desire daring that he devour her. It swarmed her like his ensnaring kiss that made her knees buckle. They shook in fact because of the breathless excitement he stirred within her.
When Liv thought she could no longer stand up, his arms swooped beneath her knees and he walked into another spacious white room. It held a king-size bed at least, and Grady settled her on her feet next to it. His lips had yet to part from her in his peeling her out of her coat. He let it fall out of his hand to wrap his arms greedily around her. He unbuttoned the back of her conservative black sheath dress and began lowering it from her flawless skin he ached to touch and kiss without restriction. His head dove with hunger at the skin he exposed of her soft shoulder. Liv sighed caressing the back of his head.
Grady freed her arms of the dress as he caressed them in the same smooth movement. Kissing down her arm and performing the same act to the other, he took her hand in his. Her dress fell at her feet, and he kissed the palm of her hand. Liv’s other hand dove into his sexy hair that managed to look hot even damp. She gasped when she stared up into his baby blue eyes again that mesmerized her with the heat of his intent. The hunger she viewed left her panting for breath. She tugged at his black satin tie loosening it and unbuttoning the top collar of his black shirt. Liv removed the tie when he released her hand. His jacket and shirt followed the tie to the floor like his t-shirt.
Urging her down to the modern white bed both soft and firm, she gasped again at the softness of his lips. They effectively distracted her from the fit lankiness of his body resting over her own. His mouth was gentle at first drawing her with its allure. Disarming her, his passion threatening to overwhelm her like the feel of his firm body devoid of fat or hair…so lean but strong. Liv barely felt his weight on top of her, as he must have shifted it to the knee of the one leg wedged between her slender thighs. His arms rested on either side of her body in support. The only sure thing felt were the enticing sweep of his lips.
Liv responded to his deceptive kiss wanting more than gentleness. The introduction of her tongue seemed to usher that want home and turn the sweet taming into a fierce battle where she hungrily devoured his mouth while reaching her arms around him desperate to mold her thin frame to his. Grady pulled away from her tempting lips nibbling her fuller lower one, kissing her jaw and moving over her sexy body with care. He wanted her so badly but refused to rush it no matter how much the bastard in him wanted the contrary.
Need squeezed through her curling fingers that sought his body flexing over hers. Liv panted trying to catch her breath and failing to understand the riveting power of this man. He shoved the cups of her black lace bra up so that he could pop one of her delectable little pink nipples already straining against his tongue. He groaned at the sweetness she was. He tensed in the need to devour her.
Liv sucked in a wet gasp as his entire other hand cupped her other breast before his mouth savored her. With the adept pinch of his index finger and thumb, he freed her completely by the front closure of her bra. His mouth moved languidly to the other breast suckling as he had the first noting the softness of her creamy body against him. How each taste of her damned him and fixed his need to ravage her outright while he maneuvered fully between her legs.
His mouth trailed down her flat stomach to her navel his tongue addressed without hurry and his kiss met her panties of lace. He drew them down with his teeth as she lifted her bottom with a gasp and hiss. Shifting back on his knees Grady lifted her long, long legs above him to finish her panty removal. Leaning her legs against his chest, he unbuckled one shoe discarding it to the floor after he bunched her panties and brought them to his nose. He breathed her scent loving the sweet musk of her before letting her panties drop from his hand followed by her last shoe. Liv sucked in a breath at the carnal smile he offered her now. Grady leaned over her again positioning her legs on either side of his narrow hips. She bit her lower lip as she watched him draw near at last.
“This lip is mine,” he whispered possessively and kissed it softly when she released it to kiss him back. Grady nibbled the lower lip between his own teeth gently and tugged with a needy groan.
Liv caressed his tightly muscled back with her curling fingers and sighed at his seduction. She opened more of her mouth to him. His tongue accepted the invitation as he caressed her head. He cradled it in his hands and stroked her furrowing forehead with his thumbs.
Then suddenly Grady drew away from her appealing mouth looking into her lovely topaz blue eyes full of longing. Liv burned for him by the flush of her cheeks and chest. Her breath flowed over him in a pant of excitement. Grady brushed her lips once as she sighed. Lifting himself up, he went down on her once more kissing her gently, suckling, and licking as he came to her slim hip and slender thigh. He drew his kiss within her inner thigh, pulling her long legs apart more to accommodate him.
Grady gazed at the crown jewel his tongue awaited and salivated for. A narrow yellow-gold strip led him to his treat. His tongue found her stimulated. So vulnerable the sweet pink nub was while his tongue loved her. His kiss worshipped her. Liv’s nails scraped his scalp. The fingers tugged at his hair in her newest whimpers. He groaned with her need, and the sweet quaver of bliss that filled the room from her throat. Her hips did not hold back from the pleasure and met each hot plunge of Grady’s tongue that coated her sex with greed.
Liv tasted of the sweetest fruit, the most forbidden, but again he could not fight it. Never mind the consequences when she wanted him equally. Who could know the forces at work in them? Who could fight something that burned them to bits in a need firing through them untamed? Now loosed, how could they hope to contain it again?
“Grady!” she cried with the building quiver of her body. Her topaz blue eyes were huge in her coming. He wanted to be lost forever in the pleasure flooding them.
“Yes, doll face? You want some more?” he whispered back sweetly when his middle finger replaced his tongue.
“Oh!” she whimpered with the twirl and curve of his finger within her hot moist center. A second finger joined the first and thrust forward making her body quiver in the burn of his pinch of her swollen nub at the same time. Her back arched to the pleasure and torment of his dexterity in making her wetter than she already was. Her muscles contracted from within grabbing his fingers even as they retreated from her depths. Liv’s whimpers escalated only for her cry to renew when he thrust forward once. Then twice more he repeated the quick thrust of his long fingers up to his knuckles before beginning the retreat again. Grady repeated the torture to heighten the pleasure. More dives of his fingers plummeted inside before retreating slowly.
“Grady!” she shouted in frustration and desire at war in her. Pleasure swam in her lovely jewel eyes. He curled his long fingers again and spun them leaving no place within unexplored. The pleasure took her with an intensity she could barely stand as her body shuddered.
“Do you want all of me now, Liv?” he asked innocuously as he held still for the ripple of her contractions to pass over his digits.
“Oh, yes…God, please, Grady! I want you! I want you right now!” she shouted unable to keep the need from her voice any more than she could keep her body from quivering. Liv did not want to. Not when he looked to her with such a flame in his sexy baby blue eyes.
Grady kissed her inner thigh, and she panted and quavered still. Climbing over her body again, her breath escaped her faster. His fingers still lingered inside her. He kissed her lips briefly, but his eyes never left hers even as she tried to close them to him.
“I want to see you come, Liv. Will you do that for me?”
She opened her eyes to him startled when his fingers renewed her pleasure again plummeting deep inside her, thrust after thrust. Her mouth opened wider for her cry of pleasure because he did not stop. She could not form words when she felt so much at only his hands.
“Answer me. Will you?” he asked, as his eyes bore into her own with such a flame she could not resist for it grew hotter with each passing moment. “Answer me,” he demanded barely touching her soft lips to his own again. Her face contorted with her coming as it slammed into her like his fingers did. Liv tossed her head back as she cried out in the tumult of her body overcome with the pleasure he stirred within it.
“Let me see it, Liv. Look at me, damnit! I need to see you come,” he said with husky demand.
Liv obeyed his command, but her head felt so heavy just like her eyelids. Her whole body felt heavy in the bone deep shaking it underwent. She cried out in the intensity of the pleasure rippling through her.
“There you are, doll face. Ahhh…” Grady groaned with the power of his need at her shattering response to him. Her eyes were so expressive. Truly, they stood the windows to her soul. A soul he wanted desperately to be his.
Liv saw the lake of pleasure he submerged in while seeking to drown her in the same. Her mouth opened for her breathy sigh.
Enthralled by her fire, he felt the burn. Grady withdrew his fingers from her slowly feeling her quiver while he sampled her on them. He moved off the bed with her eyes fixed on him. He stood to edge of the bed and removed his slacks and underwear. Still quivering Liv stared at his lanky body ripped in muscles. She would have never imagined without clothing he was so athletically cut. Lean muscles flashed at her in his every movement to the dresser where he found a condom and put it on the most eye-popping erection she had ever seen on such a man even one as slight as him. She bit her lower lip wondering how she would ever take him. He was not only long in his erection, but also thick. Regardless, she opened her legs so that he could settle between her once more.
Grady climbed over her body and whispered when he reached her head, “My lip.”
Liv released it from her teeth so that he could kiss and nibble on it himself. She sucked in a deep breath when he released it to the hunger in his eyes. It stole her breath like the heat of his skin against her hand. Suddenly without warning, his hands captured her wrists and crossed them above her head forcing a gasp from her lips. Her eyes widened for all she could feel was his hands at her wrists and his hardness just at the entrance of her lower lips, rubbing gently with the subtle shift of his pelvis. Another gasp fell from her.
“Tell me you want me, Liv,” he murmured at her lips before brushing them softly like his hard length between her delicate pedals. “Tell me you want me inside you.”
Liv’s eyes widened even more at the flame in his eyes and the heat of his body moving over her own. She quivered with the need his body, his voice urged from her.
“Tell me,” he whispered without his eyes wavering from hers.
“I want you inside me, Grady. Please come inside,” she begged in a pant and quivered beneath him. The flame of his seduction and torment in the tease of her body was making her crazy. “Please. I need you inside me.”
Hearing the invitation, Grady released her hands. He guided himself back and forth along her tender pink nub, which made her jerk with pleasure beneath him. She arched her back for a moment before she withered in the path of hardness rubbing against her sensitive sex. Watching the expression in her eyes, he entered her at last.
“Oh, oh…” she breathed as she stared at him stunned how he stretched her, but there was no pain. She could hardly believe it, but there was no room to spare either. Her hands sought his shoulders to clutch on to in the mounting unbelievable pleasure of being filled, as she never had been before. Grady grabbed her wrists before she could touch him even as he still moved forward. He put her hands above her head, for he wanted to please her yet could not do it with her touching him. Too distracting, he feared coming too soon. Her inner muscles already clung to him in her vise of possession.
“Ahhh…greedy…so greedy,” Grady groaned moving forward until she could not take any more of him.
He leaned over her still gripping her wrists over her head. He brushed her lips with his own in an effort to let her get used to him. When Grady paused, he said, “Don’t take your eyes off me. I want to see everything. I want to see what I’m doing to you. Do you understand?”
Liv nodded for her mouth went dry, and she quivered feeling him so deep. He filled every nook and cranny of her, but had not moved yet.
“I can’t hear you, doll face,” he whispered still holding himself within her.
“Yes,” she panted licking her lips in anticipation while staring into his baby blues.
Grady moved so slow to withdraw she thought until he rushed forward, planting himself deep again. Watching her with delight, her eyes widened even larger. A new shout escaped her followed by whimpers when he withheld further movement.
“How do I feel in your juicy little cunny? Tell me,” he breathed at her lips before he brushed them in a new kiss.
“Amazing,” she moaned in awe when he paused in his kiss for her answer, “Please…please don’t stop now, Grady.”
Her muscles squeezed him even as he pulled out. He chuckled sexily. “Oh, no, doll face. I won’t stop. You feel so good with my cock deep inside you.”
“Please…I want you….Please, Grady,” she begged not caring for the neediness he pulled from her, but no man ever made her feel like he did. Liv barely recognized herself. She licked her lips again unable to stop her excited panting.
Grady drove forward again sharp and sweet. Her breath caught when he nibbled her bottom lip, but his hips began pumping into her one thrust after the other in short quick bursts of energy that left her panting for more. Her body felt to be revving up to another bone shaking orgasm when she stared helplessly up at him feeling all the wonderful sensations his body conjured in hers. She wanted to touch him…kiss him, but he drifted out of reach again. Damn! Grady hovered above her watching her with predatory delight in his eyes groaning with her shouts. Loving the sweet ache of gratifying her as much as he could.
“Come for me again, Liv!” he demanded when his thrusts rushed into her deeper than before.
“Grady!” she shouted with her quaking summit.
“Oh, that’s it, Liv! Take me! All of me!” he shouted as he filled her completely and felt her quaking beneath him with her lips trembling at the pleasure of his total possession. He collapsed on top of her at his release along with her wrists. He panted at her throat, and she tentatively tried to touch him with shaky hands.
Liv shook all over with her soothing fingers gliding through his soft brown hair at the back of his neck. Her other arm wrapped around him and stroked his muscular back. Grady was so deep and still so hard.
“Oh, Liv…” he whispered hoarsely knowing well she would be his undoing, and he did not care. It already was too late now.
She stroked his handsome face when he looked to her. A sweet smile of satisfaction marked her expression. “You feel so good inside me,” Liv confessed breathless from trying to catch her breath when he gazed into her eyes with such heat.
Grady moved his hips, and she gasped at the renewed pleasure of him taking her again. Her eyes fogged at how very good he felt increasing the pace inside her.
“Stay with me…. That was just the warm up, doll face.”
Her eyes widened the most they had since they began. Liv gripped his chest and shoulder, but he didn’t hinder her touch this time. Sure enough, the rise of pleasure renewed with each of his sharp thrusts driving his thick hardness deeper. Her mouth dropped open at how fast his sharp thrusts jerked her body up and down with the power of his movement. Her hands squeezed him trying her best to hold on. She bit her lower lip.
“Mine,” he claimed possessively. “Angel of mine.”
Liv breathed in agreement, “Yes… oh, Grady.”
When he came this time, he was so deep she felt the grind of his pelvis at her nub worrying it to a frenzy like her breathing and moans because she could not control the multiple quakes Grady sent her thin body through. Wave after wave of pleasure racked Liv and he paused a moment to let the intensity pass just to renew his hard sharp thrust rocking into her core. Her high-pitched cries were sweet bliss to his ears as he held with the newest summit reached. She squeezed him in the ripples of delight that marked her pinnacle and pulled from him his own sweet coming so deep inside her.
When he rolled to her side and removed the spent condom to the trash beside the bed, Grady remained connected to Liv by touch unable to let her go. Snuggling her backside against his chest her quivers lessened like her rapid breathing in the immediate sleep that claimed her. Clutching his hand to her delectable breast and his other circling her waist, Grady drifted, pleased beyond the numbness that consumed him after the tragic loss of his mother or the restlessness of the last several months of wanting Liv and resisting the urge to act on his most deprived cravings for her. Lumped with that, the guilt over the consequences of his actions with Liv weaseled its way into his thoughts like an interloper. The thought that no good could come of this with her festered and worried him.
Shutting all the thoughts and feelings of doubt away, he focused only on his breathing matching the sweet woman in his bed. Grady allowed himself to dream instead. Happiness was his with Liv like this. On the edge of sleep, just once he desired to savor the dream. The fantasy of being with her like this all the time became the reality. In it, he relished the lack of complication away from everyone and everything that would tear them apart.
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