One Hot Secret by Sarah J. Brooks

Chapter 4

Jack

It hits me as soon as I take her to her place that Grace is not the kind of woman I’m used to. She’s beautiful and sweet and innocent. Sweat drips down my face at the effort I need to keep myself from coming.

I stay still to give her body time to get used to my size and also to bring myself back under control. I look down on her and meet her trusting gaze, and I feel like a bastard. I can bet my last dollar that Grace has never had a one-night stand. And I know that to her, this is not simply casual sex as it is for me.

She’ll want more, and regret floods me. I shouldn’t have come home with her. I feel as if I’m soiling her pure heart. She’s not like the crazy women I’ve been involved with in the past.

“More,” she says, pulling me back into the present.

The urge to come is gone, and I slowly pull out, drawing out our pleasure for as long as I can. I groan as her pussy walls clench around me as if milking me. I turn my mind away from the gorgeous woman under me and try to think of mundane stuff. Anything to keep from coming. I’ve never had this problem before, but then again, I’ve never been with a woman who could probably count the lovers she’s ever had on one hand. It’s exhilarating to know that I’m not a face in an anonymous list of men who’ve slept with Grace.

We lock eyes as I thrust in and out of her. It’s weird, but it feels more than sex. More than the physical. I try to shake off the alien feeling, thrust harder, and Grace screams. She wraps her legs around my neck as if to bring me closer. A need to kiss her comes over me, and I gently lower her legs and lean forward. I capture her mouth in mine, and she digs her nails into my shoulders. She rolls her hips in time to my thrusts and lets out whimpers that go straight to my cock. I drive into her until she screams as an orgasm comes over her.

“Jack,” she says until her voice goes hoarse.

It helps that in my job I’m used to taking on other characters, and it doesn’t seem odd to me for a woman to shout another dude’s name. Hell, I’ll take on any name just to see her writhing with pleasure like this.

I’d planned to ride through her orgasm and make her come again before letting loose, but I’m unable to help myself. I groan as the mother of all orgasms rocks every part of me, and for a few seconds, my vision goes black.

I pull myself out and get off the bed. I assume that the door on the other side leads to the bathroom, and I head there to clean myself up. I have this weird thing that I have to take a shower after sex.

This situation, however, is a first for me. I’ve never not been in my own environment where I’m calling the shots. Still, I need that shower. If Grace complaints about it, then so be it. I turn on the shower and adjust the settings to warm. I reach for her shower gel and grin when I see that it’s a floral fragrant. I’ll smell like Grace when I leave the shower, but I’m not complaining. I squeeze a generous amount into my hand and rub it all over myself from head to toes. It’s when I’m rinsing myself that a knock comes on the door. Before I can answer, it swings open.

“I thought you might need this,” Grace says, holding out a light blue towel.

“Thanks. Do you want to join me?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” she says with laughter in her voice. She steps in.

She has a perfect hourglass figure, womanly but firm. My cock lurches as she steps into the shower, and my gaze zeroes in on her dark triangle of pubic hair.

I grab her washcloth and squeeze shower gel into it. “I’ll do the washing.” I step up to her and gently rub the washcloth around her neck and shoulders. I rub circles around her breasts, and with each circle, I get closer to her nipples. I take my time, and by the time I get to her nipples, they are hard bullets against her chest.

“You’re exquisite, Grace; you know that?”

“You make me feel exquisite,” she says.

I drag my hands away from her breasts to her belly and then to her pussy. I stroke her gently with the washcloth. Her moans fill the small room, and when I leave her pussy and move to her thighs, she lets out a noise of protests.

I chuckle. I love how responsive her body is to my touch. “All in good time.”

I turn her around and wash her back and ass, by which time I have a raging hard-on. I push her gently under the shower to rinse off, and then I take her into my arms and kiss her as if I haven’t had a taste of her all evening. I run my hands over her perfect body, letting my fingers slide between her legs to stroke her folds. She’s hot for me already, and I push one finger in and then another.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I growl into her ear.

“Then take me,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with need.

I turn her around, and she immediately understands what I need. She places her palms flat on the tiled wall and angles her body so that I can take her from behind.

I part her legs and push every inch of my dick into her tight pussy. I grip her hips as I pump into her hard. There’s no holding back this time. I want her, and I want her badly, and I unleash all my desire on her. Our groans bounce around the bathroom walls. My balls tighten against her body, and I will myself to keep going. I need Grace to come first. I pump harder and faster, and she lets out a deep-throated cry as her pussy clenches around me. I ram into her harder and pull out just as hot cum jets out from my dick.

I help Grace up, and we look at my cum as it’s washed down the drain. I already know the mistake I’ve made, and I wait for Grace’s reaction.

“Wait!” she says, looking at me with stricken eyes. “We didn’t use a condom.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” I’ve never done that before. I feel like a complete asshole. “I’m safe, I promise. I haven’t had sex in almost six months.” Now I sound like a total loser. After the accident that changed my face, I stayed cooped up in hospitals for three months. Then I stayed with him for another two months recuperating.

Grace’s eyes widen. “Really?”

I nod. “Really.”

She smiles. “That makes me feel a whole lot better. I’m safe too.”

The tension dissipates, and we dry off and go back to her room.

“Do you want to stay the night?” she asks shyly.

“I do.”

“Great,” Grace says, and we slip into the covers like two people who have been sleeping in the same bed for years.

I can’t remember feeling at peace as I do at this moment. There’s absolutely no chance that I’ll wake up to a pounding on the door and when I open it, flashes of a dozen cameras will go off in my face. Absolutely none. There’s no feeling like that.

***

I’m confused at first when I wake up, but then I see Grace smiling at me from her side of the bed.

“You looked terrified,” she says and reaches out to caress my cheek.

“I forgot where I was.” I feel out of sorts. I’ve never woken up in a woman’s house, and I don’t know the accepted code of behavior.

Grace giggles. “Do you always shower immediately after sex?”

I don’t know how to answer that, so I lean forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. I catch sight of my pants, reach for them, pull out my phone, and when I turn it on, it beeps with notifications of missed calls and messages. Most of them are from Sebastian and Ethan. I check the time. Nine. Shit. I’ve overslept. I’d planned to be out of Grace’s house by seven. I shoot a quick message to Sebastian and another to Ethan, sending him a pin of where I am.

“I have to go,” I tell Grace, and a hurt look comes over her features.

“Oh, I hoped you’d stay a little while,” she says.

“I’ll call you.” I hop out of bed and wear my clothes in record speed. When I’m done dressing, I kiss her again on the forehead. “That was an awesome evening and night. Thanks!” I don’t know what else to say. All I know is that I really need to get out of here.

“I could make some coffee for you before you go,” Grace says.

Guilt tugs at my heart. I make a snap decision. Ethan will probably be a while, and it won’t take long to have coffee with Grace. Plus, I have to see her at work, so I can’t dismiss her as I would a strange woman I’d just hooked up with.

“Sure, why not?”

A larger dose of guilt comes over me as her face lights up. I’m used to being an asshole, and the women I hooked up with in my earlier life were worse. All they cared about was my fame and my money, and they showed it.

Grace jumps out of bed and pulls on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. My body heats up as I watch her. She really has a hot body. If I had time, I wouldn’t mind enjoying it one last time before I go.

We move to the kitchen, and I perch on the kitchen stool as she gets the coffee machine going. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I reach for it and see that it’s a message from Ethan saying that he’s waiting for me outside.

Not good. I write him a message to move further down the street. It won’t do for Grace to see me entering a Range Rover sports. It doesn’t make sense for someone out of work currently to have such a car.

“Here you go,” Grace says as she places my black coffee in front of me.

“Thanks.” I take a sip and make appreciative noises.

“Hey, I wanted to say something,” Grace says, shifting on her stool. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?”

She blushes. Fuck. I can’t remember the last time I saw a woman blushing. She looks so gorgeous with her cheeks all pinked up.

“Taking a strange man home with me after a first date,” she says sweetly. She tucks her hair behind her ears and licks her lower lip.

It makes me want to toss her over my shoulder and take her back to bed.

I adopt a hurt look. “Strange man? And here I was thinking that we had become fast friends.”

“You know what I mean,” she says.

“Relax,” I tell her. “I know you don’t. It makes me feel pretty special, actually. Thank you.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not looking for gratitude. I just don’t want you to think that I’m that type of woman.”

I grin. Grace is such a fucking lady. Outside of bed. In between the sheets, she’s a tiger. “You mean slut?”

She grins back. “Well, yes.”

“I don’t think that at all. I think you’re the most interesting woman I’ve met in a long time.”