Keeping It Secret (3 page)

Leaning down, his lips - tasting of her juices - brushed over hers. She parted her lips welcoming his tongue in.

Knock, knock
.

A rapping on her apartment door had Grant freezing over her, with his shaft buried to the hilt within her, His eyes searched her. "Were you expecting company?" he
whispered,
his brow creasing.

"No."

Knock, knock.

"Who could it be?"

Nikki shrugged and shook her head. "I have no idea. I haven't even made any friends here yet." Despite the sudden intrusion she couldn't help the desperate need to have him continue moving within her. Her hips moved under him, trying to relieve the tension.

Chuckling softly, Grant kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Such a
bad
girl."

"Ignore it, they'll go away," she assured him, reaching up and attempting to pull him back down to her, while bucking her hips against him, prompting him to continue.

"Nikki... Honey, are you home?" An older sounding, very familiar female voice called from the other side of the door.

Nikki gasped. The voice of her mother, Audrey, was unmistakable. Looking up at Grant she knew he had also recognized the voice. To her dismay, he sat up, pulling out of her.

Damn.

Jumping from the bed, Grant quickly began dressing. Nikki followed suit.

"Nikki?" this time it was her father, Ron's voice.

"Did you know they were coming? Did you tell them I was here?" Grant finished doing up his pants and grabbed his shirt.

"I'm coming. One minute," she shouted towards the door. She then whispered to him, "Of course not. We can't let them know you're here. You know how they are around you."

Grant was the family hero. On the rare occasions that he came home, everyone would gather around him, shooting questions at him, even though they knew he wouldn't answer; but they'd ask anyway. Questions about his job, his missions,
the
places he'd been. If they knew he was there with her, then the romantic time they had planned together would come to a screeching halt.

Grant stopped buttoning his shirt and spread his hands out in front of him. "How can they not know I'm here, the only way out is
that
door," he pointed to the door and then jerked his thumb at the balcony, "and out over the
balcony.
"

The balcony!

"Honey what are you doing in there? Hurry up!" the impatience in her mother's voice on the other side of the door was painfully clear.

"Yes!" Zipping up her dress she rushed to the balcony. "Just jump out of the window."

Laughing Grant shook his head.
"Oh no."

"Is there someone in there with you?" her father's voice called seconds before she heard the rattling of the locked door.
Thank God I locked the door when we came in
.

Nikki waved a dismissive hand at him. "Oh come on Grant, you're a super-agent - spy guy... Just hop out the window and shimmy down the balconies." She ran back over to him, grabbed his hand and led him over to the balcony, pulling the sliding door open.

Grant stopped laughing and his face paled. "No fucking way
Nik
. We're on the tenth floor!"

She gave him a little shove towards the window. "Toughen up, chief." She gave him a quick swat on the ass. "People jump off buildings all the time. I see it on the extreme sport channel constantly."

"Sweetie, it's called base jumping." He motioned towards the small apartment. "You got a chute around here somewhere? If you do, I'll give it a shot."

"This isn't funny Nikki. Open the door!" Her mother shouted, anger tinting her voice now. "I'm tired and your father has to use the bathroom."

Damn and double damn!
She looked up at him as he stepped up to her and pulled her into his arms.

"We can still have our weekend together. Maybe they're just passing through," Grant tried to reason with her.

She could tell by his tone that he didn't believe that was possible, but she nodded in agreement. "Yeah maybe," she grumbled.

"Alright.
Go let them in and we'll figure something out." He caressed her cheek with his thumb and planted a soft kiss on her lips, before pulling away. "Go on."

Chapter 3

Grant groaned inwardly as he watched Nikki reluctantly trudge over to the door and open it for her parents - his step-brother and sister-in-law.

"Well it's about time," Audrey huffed brushing past Nikki and into the apartment, followed by Ron. Their scowls were immediately replaced by smiles when they noticed Grant standing by the bed.

"Grant! What are you doing here?" Her father turned back to Nikki, "Why didn't you tell us Grant was in the country and visiting?"

Nikki shrugged and gave Grant a defeated look.

Not bothering to wait for a reply from Nikki, her father turned back to Grant, "Where are you staying? We haven't checked into a hotel yet so we might as well stay where you are."

Well I was planning on staying here
, he thought, but instead shook his head replying, "You know I
just
got into town and haven't gotten myself settled into a hotel yet myself." He motioned to Nikki, "She didn't even realize I was coming. I just popped in."

The next thirty minutes consisted of his brother and sister-in-law shooting questions at him in rapid succession, while calling around looking for a hotel room. They soon came to a very disheartening realization that because of a couple large conferences going on in Boston, there was not a single room to be found in the city, or surrounding areas.

Watching Nikki as she sat next to him on the bed, while her parents sat at the two person table across the small room, he noticed her expression go from defeated to downright
depressed
. He was aching to take her hand and give it a squeeze, but restrained himself. He also felt a sense of panic rise up within him when his brother came up with a solution.

"We'll just have to go and buy an air mattress and all sleep here." He looked around the room and frowned. "It will be tight quarters, but I think it's our only choice."

Nikki shot a panicked look at Grant, which mirrored how he felt at that moment. He was tempted to simply tell his brother the truth. Explain to them that he and Nikki
were
a couple and get it out in the open. Eventually, it would have to be done. They couldn't keep a secret like that forever. What if they ever decided to get married?

Married?

Grant's world froze as the thought ran through his head. This was the first and only time he'd ever considered marriage with anyone; not even a fleeting thought - until now. He looked over at Nikki who was nibbling on her lower lip and waiting for him to come up with a better solution to their problem. He had nothing to offer. His hands were tied; it looked like it would be cozy quarters for the four of them tonight.

****

Grant waited until the sounds of Ron and Audrey's snores became loud and unmistakable. They had had a long drive so they both retired early - 10pm - which meant
everyone
was forced to go to sleep then. He was lying next to his brother on the air mattress, which they had picked up at a local hardware store, while Nikki shared the single bed with her mother. It was a blessing that both women were small in stature.

Moving as quietly as possible, and feeling like a teenager again who was attempting to sneak out of the house after curfew, he stood and slowly walked over to where Nikki was lying wide-awake and waiting for him. They had planned earlier in the evening to sneak out once her parents were asleep. Their first thought was to simply tell her parents that they were going out for a while, but they didn't want to risk them wanting to tag along. This was the only way they could guarantee time alone together.

"Nikki," he whispered in her ear.

Her blue eyes immediately sprang open and she grinned up at him. "I didn't think they'd ever go to sleep," she whispered back, carefully sliding out of bed to stand on the floor next to him.

Taking her hand he led her through the darkened apartment to the bathroom. Entering the bathroom he closed the door behind them, and flicked on the light over the white metal medicine cabinet.

"It's been driving me crazy wanting to touch you all evening,
Nik
," he whispered.

She moaned as he pulled her tight against his hard, rigid body and his lips crashed down on hers. Her lips parted willingly, allowing his tongue entry. Their tongues danced, as he pulled her groin tight against the hard ridge of his cock, under his boxers.

Nikki was wearing a plain Boson U t-shirt, which was several sizes too big for her and fell to mid-thigh. His hands roamed up under it to cup her ass, pulling her even more tightly against him. She let her head fall backwards, exposing her delicate neck to him as his lips left hers. He worked way across her jaw and then down the length of her neck, kissing and nipping with his teeth as he went. Nikki's fingers tightened on his biceps, the lower his mouth went.

He wanted to wait until they were in a place a little more secluded, but her round bottom in his hands, was so tempting.
Too tempting.
He stepped back from her, and positioned her leaning over the bathroom sink.

Nikki sighed and gave her ass a little wiggle for his benefit. Crouching behind her, he lifted her t-shirt over her ass and pulled down the little black thong she was wearing, to expose her lush pink pussy. Damn, he needed to taste it.
Needed
to.

Parting the cheeks of her bottom, he licked the length of her slit from her clit to her anus, relishing the taste of her juices. He loved how wet she was for him already; she was always moist and delectable.

She moaned loudly.
A little
too
loudly.
He chuckled softly. "Quiet you; otherwise I'll be forced to gag you with my tie over there."

She moaned a little louder this time, presumably excited by the idea.

"Such a bad girl," he chided, licking the length of her slit once more, lapping up her gathered juices. His rock hard cock twitched under his boxers.

Nikki stifled the next moan, but bucked against him. "Finish what you started earlier."

His cock and balls were heavy and felt like granite. For close to an hour he'd laid on the floor imagining what he was going to do to her when he finally had her alone again. This wasn't an ideal situation, but he'd take what he could get at the moment.

He stood back up and pulled down his boxers, and then slid his cock along her soft folds.

"Grant," she moaned.

Damn, he loved when she said his name like that.
Soft, sensual, full of lust.

"How do you want it Nikki?" he leaned over her back and asked in her ear, his lips grazing her lobe. His hand palmed her mound, caressing it. His fingers slid between her folds and stroked her swollen clit.

She moaned again and pressed back against him. "I don't care, I just need it."

"Where do you want it," he teased. It was killing him to continue depriving himself, but he enjoyed watching her squirm against him and hearing her beg for him... He slid his cock between her pussy lips again, moving the head from the entrance of her core, to her tight ass.

She shook her head. "Anywhere," she gasped, "please. Just give it to me
now!
" Her ass pressed back against his groin again.

Straightening up, his fingers dipped into her moist heated core. Damn, she was soaked. He used her own juices to lube up his index finger and then the tight rim of muscle of her ass. She gasped, feeling him probe rarely explored territory.

Slowly, he sank his index finger into her tight ass. Moaning a little louder than he was comfortable with, she bucked against him again. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy, the head dipping in just slightly and then pulling out.
In and out, ever so slightly.
It was driving him half-insane, and by the way she was squirming against him and the sounds she was trying to stifle, it was torturing her just as badly, if not more. He loved seeing her so full of need and desire.

"Grant
please!
" Her knuckles were now white from grasping the side of the sink.

Not being able to restrain himself any longer, he slid his finger from her anus, and grasped her hips. She whimpered at the loss, but it was a momentary loss as he slammed his cock fully into her pussy, to the balls.

She cried out and he winced. "What did I tell you about being quiet," he chided, and was silently grateful that the others in the other room were sound sleepers. The snores continued from the next room. He wasted no time and began thrusting fast and hard into her, his cock was aching from the prolonged agony for release.

"But...
So...
Good," she managed to utter between moans.

She met each of his thrusts, bucking back against him. His balls slapped against her dripping pussy with each thrust.

"Oh fuck
Nik
," he groaned as he continued to come closer to the brink.