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Grampa cleared his throat. I’d have bet anybody a hundred bucks he wasn’t as hard of hearing as he let on and had heard every word Chris just said to me.“So, Chris,” he said. “I was just asking my granddaughter why I’ve been seeing your car in the driveway so much lately, and yet you haven’t stopped by to say hi.”Chris straightened as if caught, then he relaxed his shoulders and grinned. “Didn’t realize you wanted to see my ugly mug more than you already do here at the Sparks, Jackson. I’ll make sure to stop by next time.”Grampa nodded. “Good, but I noticed you ignored the most important part.”Chris looked between Grampa and me. He raised his eyebrows at me, and I knew he was asking permission. I nodded. Grampa already seemed to know anyway, so what could it hurt.“You keep seeing my car there, because . . .” Chris looked at me, grinning. “I’m pitching woo.”“Oh my God,” I said.“I’m sweet on your granddaughter, and I’m doing my best to woo her.”Chris and his old-fashioned terms.

SAVI stood outside waiting for Chris. My duffle bag was on the white wood porch, and my backpack was on. I’d opted for yoga pants and a t-shirt, my hair in a loose ponytail.He pulled into the driveway, and he grinned when he saw me waiting for him. I rushed down the stairs and jumped into his arms as soon as he exited his truck. He chuckled and held me close, twisting my body back and forth as we laughed together.“My beautiful girl,” he said in my ear. He kissed my neck, and I closed my eyes in bliss.I’d chosen not to mention the other woman’s call to his phone the other day. He’d come back to the office, excited to show me a room with a jacuzzi tub and a lovely garden space in the courtyard. I’d told him it looked like it was straight out of a book, and he’d smiled.He was proud of himself and the effort he’d put into finding a great place. I knew there was no way he was putting as much effort into anyone else, so I decided to drop it. Melanie probably wasn’t important, and I did

I rocked against her, my cock sliding against the soft skin of her thigh. What a gift she’d given me, surprising me with the pills. I could hardly wait to bury myself inside her slick heat, to really feel it against my skin for the first time.Her fingers flexed beneath mine as she touched herself in the way she needed to. She rocked her hips, pressing herself against her hand, and I added even more pressure. As I licked my way across her chest to suck on her other nipple, she shuddered and tilted her hips, grinding against her fingers.“Ah!” she cried out as she came. I kept my fingers pressed against hers, moaning at the spasms that rocked through her.“God, Sav. Need you,” I groaned, lifting my face to kiss her hungrily again. I moved to lie on top of her, my cockhead slipping between her thighs and sliding against her damp sex. But she pushed my shoulders and urged me onto my back.“Let me,” she said, and I wasn’t sure if she was asking or demanding, but I didn’t care. She could d

CHRISThe short tourwe’d had the day before was nothing compared to today’s self-guided one. We walked through the vineyard, lost in the greenery and powerful sunshine. Savoohed andaahed as we moved up and down the rows, holding hands and allowing ourselves to speak freely about whatever came to mind.I took her to a bistro nearby for lunch. The restaurant sat on the edge of a small lake, so pretty at midday with sunlight shining off the water.But I couldn’t keep my eyes off Sav. She kept catching me staring at her when most people might have been enjoying the view outside. I was in love with her. There was no point in fighting myself over it. The way she looked at me sent shivers down my spine. My whole body was drawn to her, like as close as possible to her was where I belonged.She leaned forward like she was going to share a secret. I leaned in, meeting her halfway across the table. “This is probably the best date I’ve ever been on,” she said.“Probably?” I asked, arching an eyeb

CHRIS Sav didn’t want to ride together to Sean and Nicole’s bridal party outing. I didn’t think it would seem suspicious if we arrived at the same time, and I wanted to take her home to my bed afterward, but she claimed she had an important meeting first thing in the morning and needed to go to bed early. Our weekend trip away had been fantastic, but the next day she started acting differently. It was a subtle change, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d done something wrong or she had something else bothering her. She come to my place a couple nights that week, we’d had dinner, made love, and everything seemed fine for a while. But she seemed to talk and joke with me less. And she hadn’t wanted to stay overnight either time. I’d asked her a few times if something was wrong, but she always said it was just work stress or she was tired. Then I remembered how she’d acted when I was talking to Sean. With all the wedding activities coming up, and our plan to tell Sean after, I thou