Alpha Billionaire Series
Loving the One I Should Hate Chapter 6

GRANT

Standing in front of me she was more beautiful than I had thought every previous time I had seen her. She smelled like fresh air and roses. I didn't want to touch her. I needed to. "Do you want to get out of here?" I asked.

"She isn't going anywhere with you until she knows your name. And until I know where you're going," I recognized her friend from earlier as well.

I wiped my hand on my shorts to get the sweat I swear was pooling in my palms.

"You're so right. My bad." I extended my hand. "Grant Carpenter. I'm Scott and Gracie's neighbor."

"Vivica Steinman and this is Mandy Wilson." Vivica shook my hand, but my gaze had returned to Mandy.

"Mandy," I said.

"Yes." She wrapped her hand over my wrist.

I set my beer down and took hers from her placing it down. With her hand in mine, we started to walk away.

"Seriously Mandy? You aren't leaving me here. I don't know how to get back to your house."

Mandy paused and turned. "Go talk to Craig, he draws comic books. Tell him you've always wanted to do live nude modelling. I'll be back."

I wanted to tell her to not make promises she couldn't keep. If I had my choice, she wouldn't be coming back here tonight at all.

"How do you know Scott and Gracie?" I attempted to make some conversation, even though we both knew as soon as we were inside my house there wasn't going to be much talking happening.

"You're new here, aren't you?" she asked. "I don't remember ever seeing you around. And trust me, I'd remember you."

"I could say the same. I bought the house last year. It's turned out to be an exceptional investment."

"We didn't make it up here last year," she said.

"We?"

"My parents and I, we're long-time seasonal lakers. Mom's house is on the other side of the lake."

"That would explain why I haven't seen you before then. Why didn't you come up last year? And up from where?" Suddenly I wanted to know her complete history.

"Up from Chicago, and we didn't come last year because we just couldn't make it. My mom has had some health issues."

I nodded. There was a difference between getting to know someone and prying. I was prying. When we left the neighbors, the lawns stretched for what felt like miles in front of us. After a few moments in Mandy's company, time blinked and we were crossing the patio and walking in the front.

She didn't do that gasping in awe look around that frequently happened when someone walked in the house for the first time. She stared at me. I doubt she even noticed that I had furniture.

"Your house is lovely. Shall we?" She took my hand and began climbing the stairs.

She had no way of knowing where my bedroom was, but her guess was as good as any. Most houses with a second floor had the main bedroom upstairs. And in a house with only one occupant, the only room on the upstairs hall with an open door was as good of a hint as any.

I had her crushed to me seconds after entering my room. She was as soft and pliable as I had hoped. She tasted like ice cream and beer. My mouth consumed her. Her lips were soft and perfect, and her tongue teased mine.

Her arms twined around my neck and shoulders. When I lifted, she wrapped her legs around me. I carried her to the bed. I only let go of her a*s so that I could pull her clothes off. She knelt in front of me and ripped at my clothes as frantically as I did at hers. Her body was lush, a bounty of curves. I wanted to get everything between us gone. I needed her skin on mine. I had to pause and admire her breasts when I saw her bright white lace bra. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I caressed the sides of her breasts before trying to capture them in my hands. She spilled over her bra cups; she filled my hand with extra to spare.

Unable to resist, I lowered my mouth to kiss the plump breasts. She shuddered and let out the sexiest sigh as I sucked at her soft skin. My thumb brushed over a n****e. Even through the satin of her bra it was peaked and demanding my attention. I scraped my teeth over the sensitive nub. Mandy hissed and clutched my head, holding me to her.

I continued to make love to her breasts. I could lose myself in her chest and be happy. She tugged at the top edge, exposing more skin. The look of desperation on her face spurred me on. I reclaimed her mouth and reaching around her back found the hooks that freed her breasts to my palms. I groaned as her taught nipples teased my palms.

I needed her skin against mine. I pressed her back to the bed and covered her. She was perfection in my arms. So responsive, so hot, so beautiful. She hitched a leg over my hip. I ground against her. She rocked back.

She ran her hands down my back and under the waistband of my shorts, and under the band of my boxers. Her hands both tickled and felt like silk caressing me. When her nails scraped up my back, I forgot everything except for my need to make this woman mine. Even if it was for just this moment.

I eased back and pulled at her shorts. She had to do some wiggling to let them follow me down her legs. God bless tight shorts on thick thighs. My balls clenched watching her wiggle like that.

I kicked out of my shorts and crossed to my bathroom. Buying those condoms had been the smartest thing I may have ever done in my life. I grabbed a strand of the foil packs and returned to the bed.

She was flush and panting. She wiggled her toes; the nails were painted bright green.

I ripped a condom free of its packaging and was sliding one on as I climbed back onto the bed.

"There is so much I want to do to you," I said.

I grabbed her and rolled onto my back, holding her over me.

"Really? I didn't take you for the woman on top kind of guy." she teased.

"I want to play with these and watch you come. I can't do it all if I'm the one doing all the work."

"Oh, so you get to play, and I have to do the work?" Even as she complained, she swung her leg over my hip.

She reached behind her and toyed with my balls before she positioned herself. She did more of that wiggling, and I was done for, and I hadn't even been inside of her yet.

When she sank down on my c**k, I swear my eyes crossed before rolling back up into my head. She was a heavenly cloud of softness and an earthy weight of sex.

"Oh, yeah," she purred before she started rocking her hips.

She leaned forward and worked my length. I could barely focus enough to capture her breasts and lift my neck to suck on a n****e. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. With a little growl, she pressed down hard and really ground against me. I took the hint and began counter thrusting.

"Ow, shit." She froze and the sexy growls turned into sounds of frustration.

She rolled off me and wrapped her hands around her leg.

"You, okay?"

"Yeah. My knee decided it was done," she said as she massaged the joint. For the first time, I noticed a pale scar going over the top of her knee.

"Does it do that often?" I traced my finger up the scar and cupped my hand over her knee.

She leaned back with a sigh. "Sorry, looks like you're back in the driver's seat."

I rolled over her, positioning myself between her thighs, pressing my belly to hers. I continued to massage her uncooperative knee. "What happened?"

"I had a knee replacement when I was nineteen. Too many years damaging it playing soccer as a kid."

"You played soccer?" That explained the strong thighs.

"Don't sound so surprised. I was a jock. I'm still strong, I just can't do all the running and jumping all the time."

"Only surprised in an appreciative way. Nineteen seems young for a knee replacement."

"Not to me. They made me wait to make sure I was not growing anymore. Is my knee really so fascinating to distract you from what we were doing?" she laughed.

"No." I removed my hand from her knee and grabbed a handful of her a*s. "I don't like the idea of you ever being hurt."

"Well, how about you focus on making me feel good instead."

I couldn't argue with that thinking. "You mean like this?"

I reached between us and slid my fingers between her fold and found her c**t. My fingers rubbed circles over her nerve center, and she gasped. I reclaimed a b****t with my mouth and let myself get lost in her body.

With a few strategic shifts we were aligned perfectly, and I slid back into her. She exposed her neck to me as she threw her back and moaned. Her sounds and her body drove me wild. She counter thrust to every one of mine. Soon she was going faster, begging for harder. Her nails bit into my back as she clutched at me.

Her walls squeezed and pulsed. Her pussy sucked at my cock as her orgasm hit. Everything in her shuddered, and I was lost as well. I spilled into her, and for a moment, there was nothing more perfect than the joining of our bodies.

I reached between us to make sure I hadn't shot the condom off. I rolled, leaving her panting and limp. I felt like I had run a marathon. When she trailed her delicate hand over my chest, I was ready to get up and run another marathon. She inspired me. I wanted to keep her with me all night.

"Stay," I demanded.

"I can't. I'd like to but I can't just abandon Vivica. She doesn't know anyone here."

I captured her hand and kissed her fingers. "See me again."

She sat up on the edge of the bed and began reaching for her clothes. It was a sad sight, watching her put those glorious breasts back inside their stark white confinement.

"How long are you up here for?" she asked. "I'm here all summer. If you are around, I'll see you."

"Mandy." I may not have known her for long, but that dismissive tone didn't sound right coming from someone like her.

She hiked her shorts up and crawled to me on the bed. "I would very much like to see you again, Grant. But I'm not going to let you break my heart, or demand all of my time." "That sounds more like it." I hooked a hand around her neck and pulled her face to mine so I could claim her lips.