Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
She suddenly dropped to her knees.
I was done.
My heart seemed to be beating faster than it could handle as she unzipped me and took my cock out. It felt like time stood still as she looked up at me and slid her tongue ring in a slow circle across my crown that was already wet and ready for her mouth. My head seemed to fall back involuntarily from the sensation that could only be described as absolute bliss.
This.
This was heaven.
When she suddenly lowered her jaw, taking me fully, my balls tightened in a desperate attempt to keep from coming instantly down her beautiful throat. I realized that I was in bigger trouble than I ever imagined because there was no way I could ever let go of her now that I knew what this felt like.
All I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to be inside of her, how I wanted to claim every inch of her, every orifice. I wanted to own her, but the truth was…she already owned me. I was so fucked.
“Slow down, baby.”
My cell phone started to ring. Shit. There was no way in hell I was answering that. When the home phone started ringing immediately after, my stomach dropped because I knew it was my grandmother. Meme was the only person who had my landline home number. The answering machine picked up.
“Mr. Morgan? This is Cambria Lynch, your grandmother’s social worker. She had a pretty bad fall today and is at Westchester Hospital. I’m calling to let you know.” The rest of the message was muffled.
Soraya released my cock from her mouth and jumped back when she processed the words on the answering machine. I ran to the phone and picked it up, but Cambria had already hung up.
Tucking myself back into my pants, I was in a complete fog when I looked back over at her. “I need to head to the hospital.”
Soraya started frantically putting her clothes back on. “I’m going with you.”
I practically tripped over Blackie, who was apparently riled up, because he was humping his toy on the ground. I prayed that one of the best nights of my life didn’t turn into one of the worst.
CHAPTER 12
SORAYA
MY STOMACH WAS NAUSEOUS the entire ride to the hospital.
Poor Graham.
The worry in his eyes was evident as he kept staring blankly ahead. His driver had taken the rest of the night off, so Graham drove us in his BMW to Westchester.
I placed my hand on his leg. “She’ll be okay.”
“Yeah,” he said without taking his eyes off the road.
An hour later, we pulled up to Westchester Hospital. Graham took my hand as we scurried toward the entrance.
“My grandmother is here. Lil Morgan. Where can I find her?” Graham asked the woman at the front desk.
“Room 257,” she said.
The elevator ride was extremely nerve-wracking. The antiseptic smell of the hospital made me sick to my stomach. When we got to the room, a doctor and a nurse were standing next to Lil’s bed.
I immediately recognized her as the old woman with blue hair from the pictures in Graham’s phone. My heart warmed at the way her eyes brightened when she saw him.
“Graham. Who told you I was here?”
“Cambria called. Are you okay?”
“I didn’t want her to worry you.”
“She did the right thing. What happened?”
“I don’t remember. I slipped and fell, but I don’t know how it happened. They’re saying I broke my hip.”
The male doctor held out his hand. “Mr. Morgan, I’m Dr. Spork.”
“Doctor, can we speak outside for a moment?”
“Certainly.”
Graham walked out of the room with the doctor, and the nurse followed them out. They’d left me all alone with Lil.
I’d still been looking out toward the door when her voice startled me.
“You must be Soraya.”
It floored me that she knew my name, that he’d mentioned me to her.
“That’s right. It’s nice to meet you, Lil.” I smiled and sat down on the chair adjacent to her bed.
“I can see now why he’s so taken with you. You have a dark, natural beauty that’s rare to come by.”
“Thank you so much.”
Her voice sounded tired and weak. “Graham is very private. He may never give me the chance to get you alone again, so forgive me if I’m laying a lot on you at once…”
I swallowed, not expecting an interrogation. “Okay.”
“I know, at times, my grandson can be an absolute prick.”
I let out the breath I’d been holding and laughed. “Yeah. I found that out pretty quickly when we first met.”
“And I heard that you called him out on his crap.”
“I did.”
“Good. But you know, that’s not really who he is deep down.”
“I’m starting to see that.”
“When his mother died, he internalized everything. It took a long time for him to put himself out there, and the one time he took a chance, he got burned.”