Chapter 44 She Calls Me Uncle!
Grayson’s POV
“Ah… um… I’m going to pee….”
"Yeah, let it all out, Quinny. Let your juices soak mine."
I moved Quinn's hips faster. Meanwhile, I used my free hand to squeeze her tits. Her nipples hardened, her lower body gripped me tighter.
Argh, I growled as we finally came together for the fifth time.
Quinn wasn’t actually peeing, she was just releasing her orgasmic juices, which now made my cock slippery.
This was an extraordinary experience. Quinn was incredibly sexy, especially with her breasts moving up and down and sweat trickling between them.
Quinn made me realize that only with her I could do it without looking at the clock and without feeling tired.
“Grayson, I’m tired,” she said softly. Then her head rested on my shoulder.
I gently lifted her chin and kissed her lips. “Well done, my sweet girl.”
And for the first time since we had sex, she smiled with her eyes closed.
Damn! That made her even sexier.
“You have to win the game this afternoon.”
Yes, I will win. I'm sure I will win. Your sacrifice won't be in vain, Quinny.
Slowly, I pulled out my cock. Then I closed her legs and laid her down on the bed gently.
“Grayson, I need to release your cum.”
This time I disagree. I want Quinn to keep it. Besides, today is her most fertile day.
So I shook my head slowly in response. "Get some sleep. I'll do it later," I whispered.
To be honest, I still wanted to do it again. My cock was still hard. But then I remembered that Quinn had already endured so much with her injured leg. And the sun was starting to rise.
If I forced her to do it again, Quinn might end up in the hospital longer. Not because of her leg, but because of my mistake.
“Grayson,” she called softly.
“Hmm? I tucked her hair, which was covering her lips, behind her ear.
“I just asked, and my question is a metaphor. So don’t misunderstand, okay?”
“Hmmm.”
She then opened her eyes. Those sky-blue eyes were my favorite now. I couldn’t resist my desire, so I bit her cheek.
“Ouch, don’t do that. My cheek isn’t food!”
I chuckled at her response. Quinn didn't like it when I bit parts of her face like her nose or cheeks because she said it tickled her.
“So what do you want to ask, hmm?” I pressed our bodies together and rubbed my cock against her butt. Turns out this feels good too.
“Don’t you dare put it in again!”
I laughed, “No, little lady. Go ahead and ask what you want to ask. I’m curious.”
“If one day you find another woman who can also fulfill your superstition, will you fire me? I mean, you can’t possibly hire both of us, right?”
Although she ended the sentence with a giggle, I could sense the worry in her tone.
“Why do you think I’d leave you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, I just feel like it might happen someday.”
No, Quinn, that won't happen. You are my fated mate. You are meant for me, and I am meant for you. We are one. It's impossible for me to replace you with another woman.
So, in response, I said, “No one can replace you. Besides, I’m the kind of person who, once I like something, can’t let it go. And I like your service, so I’ll keep coming back to you.”
“Hmm, okay. I’ll take your word for it, uncle.”
I widened my eyes. “Uncle?” I asked, unable to accept it.
“Yes, you’re older than me. Nine years, remember.”
Argh, damn it! I’m still young!
Having sex in a different style with Quinn actually made me more pumped up to play on the rink today. As a result, I scored the most points again.
This is all thanks to Quinn. She made me come countless times because she kept squeezing my cock tightly between her legs while sitting like that.
And Quinn should have been the first person I met after the game. Besides thanking her, I also wanted to give her a gift after she worked so hard.
But unfortunately, my family called me when I was halfway to the hospital. So I had to turn around and go to my parents' home instead. If I refused, my mom might find out my schedule, and I didn't want her to discover my hospital visit.
Mom said she wanted to celebrate my team’s victory today by having dinner with Dad. A rare occasion indeed.
But what was the reality? My mom lied! This wasn't a warm family dinner like she said because there was someone else joining us.
At first, I thought the red sports car in the yard was her new car. But I was wrong. It belonged to the woman who was now sitting nicely at the dinner table. She had her back to me, but I knew who she was without her having to turn around. Even though her hair was no longer below her shoulders and she was taller than she had been 10 years ago, I still recognized her figure.
What was most obvious was the scent of her pheromones. It wasn’t unfamiliar to my nose. That scent used to be a daily presence in my life, a strong rose scent.
Damn it! When did she get here? No, more accurately, when did she come back?
“Sit down, Grayson. Oh, sit next to Kelly.”
Right after my mom said that, the guest who hadn't come to our home in 10 years suddenly turned around. She smiled and stood up gracefully.
“Grayson, it’s been a long time,” she said in the same calm, soft voice, only now sounding more mature.
She was Kelly Harper Swan, my childhood best friend.