Page 52 of Saving Grace

“That is an interesting theory.” I managed to hold my composure, though I was floored by how close to truth he was.

He shrugged. “Okay. I’ll leave it alone. Just know what I told you before still stands. Say you need me and I’m there. Atticus is my brother — which makes you my sister at root and in spirit. Don’t hold onto your secrets too long though, they’ll become uncontrollable. You understand?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. He dropped his eyes back to his plate.

I left him be and left the kitchen with his words stuck in my head. I could just tell him what I was dealing with and he’d probably help me, but then that would leave him to deal with Atticus. I didn’t want that on my conscious.

The rest of the day went smoothly. I took a nap until school was out, then I spent time with the kids. Atticus must have come to an understanding with his wife because she didn’t freak out when she saw her daughter sitting in my lap as I read to her and AJ before bed. I thought having AJ’s sister around would be awkward but she was the sweetest little girl and wherever AJ went, she went.

I got to know a little about Tank, he was so genuine. And aside from Ms. Joyce, he was the only adult in the house I trusted. I could see he was loyal to Atticus, but not afraid to call him out on his bullshit.

I was leaving the AJ’s bedroom after tucking him in when I got a surprise. Sophia passed me in the hall. She grabbed my hand and wouldn’t allow me to snatch away. “Quiet.” She hissed as she pressed something the size of a wallet into my hand, then hurried off back in the direction she come.

Knowing whatever it was wasn’t meant to be seen, I shoved it in the pocket of my joggers and hightailed it to my bedroom. I locked the door before pressing my back to it and pulling out what she’d given me. Birth control. She was obviously privy to her husband’s plans for me. My first thought was maybe I had an ally in her, but then my common sense kicked in. She just didn’t want me pregnant by her husband. Either way. I was glad for her help.

Grace

When I went to bed I hadn’t expected to be woken up to find Atticus standing over my bed completely naked, the light from the hallway shone at his back, making every inch of his perfectly sculpted body visible to me. I could smell the fresh scent of soap, and his skin glistened. His thick, flaccid cock lay against his thigh and grew bigger by the second.

I couldn’t believe how wet I instantly became just from looking at him.

Squeezing my eyes tight I tried to chase the desire away. This man was trying to ruin my life, but I couldn’t seem to get my body to feel that scorn I felt in my heart and brain.

I almost jumped when he spoke, my eyes popping open.

“Get on your knees, Grace.” His demeanor and tone were measured when he made this demand.

“I’m not doing this with you.” Despite the fact that I wanted to do exactly what he said. I turned, giving him my back. I pulled the covers up to my shoulders. I knew it wouldn’t detour him for long, but at least he knew how felt.

I heard the sound of the door click closed. The room went pitch black.

I knew he hadn’t left. He wouldn’t let me off so easily.

The bed shifted when he sat on the edge of the mattress.

Warmth was stolen from me when the covers were snatched away.

“Stop it,” I reached behind myself. My hand connected with warm flesh. I shoved him back.

He overtook me with one hand, dragged me onto my back, before straddling my legs and pressing my arms above my head.

“Stop fighting or we will wake up the entire house. Everybody will come running.”

His threat stilled me.

“Spread your legs, Grace.” I couldn’t see him but imagined he was glaring down at me, his silver eyes dark, mouth twisted into a scowl.

I lay there stiff as a board.

“Fine, have it your way.” He growled.

He gripped both my legs. Digging his fingers into muscle, he wretched them apart. He maneuvered himself so he lay between them. He let go of my hand so his hand could find its way between my thighs. I wasn’t wearing any panties. It was easy for him to slide my soaked silk night shorts to the side. He slipped two fingers between my folds.

I barely held in my moan.

“Why are you denying me when you’re so wet for me.” The agitation in his voice was clear.

I clenched my eyes closed.

“How long are you going to fight me, Grace?” He leaned in and danced his tongue across my ear. Sank his teeth into my lobe and pulled. A tingling sensation shot up my spine.