Part 11 (2/2)
The next day I awaken to Samuel's gentle kisses as he slowly brings me to.
”Good morning, Miss Grace.”
”Good morning, Rich Boy.” I see him roll his eyes at me just before he pulls me out of his warm comfortable bed and once I'm standing he takes a swipe at my bottom again. He seem to like my b.u.m and for some strange reason my like for it grows as well and I watch as he walks around me, takes a hold of my hand and pulls me into the bathroom.
”Come, we have a full day ahead of us.”
Once we have showered together and Samuel has taken me to new heights with my o.r.g.a.s.ms, Samuel and I walk out through the heat to breakfast. It is a little diner just opposite Samuel's apartment building and they do the best pancakes I have ever eaten.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
GRACE.
”Are you sure about this?” I ask with a shaky voice as his car gets to a gate. The car stops and I can see Samuel pull at the handbrake to secure his beloved vehicle. I can feel his hand squeeze mine and his other hand reaches to my face and pulls back a strand of hair that has come away from my ponytail. Samuel's fingers place my hair behind my ear and then very slowly graze down my neck and then work themselves back up again, lighting a fire against my skin. Those magic fingers go back around my ears and now he is using both his hands as they move back down my neck until they reach the swell of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he slowly begins to ma.s.sage them. One hand stays at my left breast as the second continues its slow progression up my neck to then settle at my mouth where his fingers play along my lips. Without even thinking of what I am doing I open my mouth and slowly accept a finger into my mouth where I gently suck and lick. He quickly pulls both hands away from me, leaving me as a wanton wreck just before he places a soft kiss on my lips.
”Yes, I'm sure.” He says as he looks deep into my eyes where I can see the longing he has just left within me scream at me through his eyes.
”There's something about you, Grace.” He says, but stops suddenly as if he wants to say something else, but is too scared too. I watch him take in a deep breath and give me that beautiful smile of his as he runs a finger across my cheek as he continues.
”You're special to me. You're mine, you'll always be mine.” You're mine? What does that mean? I remember him saying something similar last night as our bodies became one, but the pleasure and emotions he evoked from me made me not take notice. He can't feel the same as I do, can he? Oh G.o.d, how amazing would that be, but I can't expect him to say anything. He's Samuel Harding. Men like him don't fall for girls like me and as much as he is making me feel like the only girl on this Earth to him, it means nothing. Not in the real world anyway. I notice the gates open and Samuel begins to drive the car through them. As we get through the other side all you can see is green. There is a windy road leading our car into the sea of trees and an array of beautiful colors from the many flowers as far as the eye can see and it takes us at least ten minutes until I notice a large house in the distance. The house obviously is the main attraction, looking like something you would see back home. Large to scale and grand almost like a castle, but giving off the effect of a family home. Even from this distance you can tell there is a lot of love at this home and I instantly feel jealous. How I would have loved to have grown up in a home like this where you know you are loved and taken care of by both your parents.
The road we're on takes us right up to the property where there is a large path, but it goes off around the house to who knows where. I notice in the path there are two beautiful cars parked. In the middle there is a water fountain that takes pride of place. Samuel parks his car next to the other two vehicles and I watch him as he gets out and walks around and opens my door. As I get out I can feel his hand take hold of mine just as the other one is placed around my middle and I instantly feel like I am where I am meant to be. In this man's life and in his arms and I can only hope that when he wants to end it I don't make a complete idiot of myself, because I know when the time comes I undoubtedly will. It makes me feel sick at the mere thought of it, but I know it will happen. I just have to enjoy the ride while I can because I will never get a chance like this again.
Samuel leads me to the door. He just opens it up and leads me inside before I hear him bellow ”h.e.l.lo, we're here!” Before I know what is happening an older woman with graying hair is coming out of one of the doors with her arms opened.
”My baby boy. You look too thin.”
”Mom” I watch as the two embrace and as they pull away from each other I am aware of others in the room. There are three other women that look remarkably like Samuel's mom and I remember him saying he had three older sisters. There is an older man coming over to shake Samuels hand and I know that this must be his father as he just looks like an older version of his son, but with grey hair. Samuel's father steps away and I can feel him staring at me intently, but it doesn't make me wary. What is it with this family? Samuel's mum looks towards me as I hear her ask ”This must be Grace.” She engulfs me with a hug followed by all three of her daughters.
”Grace, this is my mom, my dad and my sisters Nicola, Kimberley and Laura. I shake hands with everyone.
”Mr. and Mrs. Harding, thank-you ever so much for letting me come.” Mrs. Harding takes a hold of my hand and she gives me a warm smile while she says ”Oh, my dear, it's a pleasure to finally meet you and please just call us Sue and Edward. No need for the Mr. and Mrs.” I return her smile and I can feel Samuel watching me until there's a shout from the other end of the hallway and little figures enter.
”Uncle Sammy.”
”Hi, little dude.” I watch as Samuel picks up the smallest child, a little boy with the bluest eyes and cutest little smile I have ever seen. There must be at least five other children running around the adults, screaming with glee just as two males come through to join the party.
”Where's Aaron?” One of Samuel's sisters asks the men that have just joined us.
”He's still outside with Caitlin. She wanted to go swimming.”
”Swimming?” One of the younger children asks.
”I want to go swimming.” The little boy who is trying to get away from Samuel's hold says.
”Alright, alright, you lot.” Says the sister who I think is called Nicola to the children, and she leads them all back outside where I presume the pool is located. I feel Samuel take hold of my hand again as everyone else follows the children and he turns me around to look at him.
”Are you OK?”
”I'm fine. Your family is lovely.”
”They are, but they can be a bit much sometimes and just wait till you meet my uncle's side.”
”There's more?” I ask and even I can hear the concern in my voice. Idiot, that's a great way to make him think you're stupid or dread where I come from because he will know. I'm shocked when I once again hear a small sound of laughter escape his lips and I can't help but notice what a lovely sound it is and the desperate need to want it to come from him again. He places both hands on my cheeks and draws me in for a small kiss and when he pulls away, his innocent smile draws me in further than I have been before.
”Yes, there's more, but they'll all love you.” He taps a finger on the tip of my nose as he takes a hold of my hand again and leads me through the house to outside where the rest of his family are gathered. The garden is dominated by a ma.s.sive pool and so much child-friendly equipment, with other houses in the distance. Wooden pieces of equipment are situated all over the place with swings, slides, ropes and tents. It's as if I have stepped through into a child's theme park. Near the entrance to the rear of the property where we just walked through is a gorgeous garden table and a large barbecue station where Samuel's father and another man are talking. There are more people outside and so many children running around having lots of fun. Samuel introduces me to everyone and I get the odd feeling that I actually belong here, which is ridiculous as I have only just met them. I meet all three of his cousins and I can't help, but notice how similar one of them looks to me. Just like his sisters the other women in Samuel's life all have husbands and children and they are all so welcoming. All the females seem to be quite taken aback at the fact that Samuel has actually come with someone else. When he introduces me to his uncle who is still standing by his father I am taken aback. Not in a horrible sense at all, but in the fact that I feel drawn to him in some sense, but if I were honest with myself I felt it as soon as I had met the members of this wonderful family. An hour after we arrive everyone sits down to eat and the food is amazing. I normally feel uneasy eating in front of people, but I strangely feel at ease while everyone else digs in, talking about what's going on in their lives. All the men in the family have a role to play within the business, but it's Samuel as the only son who is being groomed to take over. I feel sorry for him with all the pressure that the role will bring, but as I look around the people and hear them talking about it I get the sense that he's not in it alone and his father and uncle seem relaxed and calm around the subject. As much as there are high expectations for him and the business, no-one is forcing. It's refres.h.i.+ng to see and I can tell by Samuel's relaxed att.i.tude that he is grateful. We must be sat around the table for at least an hour, the wine and food going down well, and I just listen to all the conversations. Everyone all gets on with everyone else and there is just a sense of family togetherness as they laugh and cry together. I can feel Samuel's hand encase mine the entire time and then squeeze in comfort when his uncle asks me a question.
”What's your family like, Grace?” Oh G.o.d, what do I say? I can feel my hand begin to shake and I am sure Samuel is aware as he still has a hold of my hand.
”U...um.” I take in a deep breath.
”I don't really have much of a family, it was always just my mum and me until my stepfather came along.” I can feel all their eyes on me, especially Samuel's, but I try not to think about it as I avert my eyes down to my lap. I feel Samuel's fingers at my chin lifting it up and forcing me to meet his eyes.
”You never told me that.” I try not to look too guilty, but I can't help it and all I can manage to say is ”There's nothing to say.”
I can see his eyes taking me all in and not believing all I tell him. I do want to tell him, I would love to have the confidence to dive into my past and let loose all the fears and anger I have felt for myself, but Samuel doesn't deserve that, no one deserves to have to listen to that, so I have always just kept it within myself, allowing myself to drown within.
”It's you and me, Grace. You can tell me anything.” There's those types of words again, making me afraid that his feelings are growing just like mine, but I know there is no way they are as deep. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sue stand up and begin to pick up plates and I attempt to do the same. Before I go to follow her I give Samuel a smile as I think back over what he has said and try to figure out what it means. Sue and I work together to load everything in the dishwasher as two of Samuel's sisters keep coming back with more to load. It seems to be a never-ending job, but Sue softens the blow as she describes what Samuel was like as a child. I can't help, but laugh when she describes a four-year-old Samuel dressing up in his sisters' clothing, trying to get them to play with him, or when as he got a little older he tried to run around the garden with his w.i.l.l.y between his legs shouting I'm a girl too, boys smell. As we walk back out to the garden I can't stop myself from laughing.
”What have you two been talking about?” Samuel asks and his mother steps around to him and gives him a kiss on the head while she answers him.
”Only telling Grace what you used to get up to, darling.” Samuel looks at his mum and then at me back to his mother again and I can't help more giggles escaping my lips as I watch his expression of fear.
”Mom, you didn't. Grace don't listen to her, its all lies.”
”Even dressing up in your sisters' clothes?” I ask with a questioning look as everyone else laughs including Samuel. We all stop when we hear another voice.
”So this is the famous Grace.” We all look toward the other end of the garden where an older couple sits with a young woman around the same age as Samuel's older sister who must be around eleven years older than him. Samuel leans in and says.
”That's Kate. Her parents are very close friends of my parents. We all grew up together and so she thinks she's special to me.” I can't help, but watch while she and her parents talk to Samuel's and I can't help, but feel in fear. We stay at the table for another forty minutes until I have to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Samuel leads the way through his family home and I am overwhelmed by the size of the place and its beauty. He takes me the long way round to his bedroom where it's all decorated blue and the New York Nicks dominate the walls. He opens a door at the far corner of the room before he places his hands on my waist.
”Are you having a good time?”
”Yes, I'm having a great time. Your whole family are lovely.”
”You're lovely.” He says before he kisses my lips, taking complete control as he does, leaving me breathless as he pulls away.
”I'll meet you back downstairs, OK?”
”O...OK.” I watch as he leaves his room and I hurriedly do my business and then I make my way back through the house to the main hallway where I see her waiting for me. As she steps closer to me I can't help, but notice how perfect she is. Slim figure, long blond hair with a beautifully made-up face and clothes that tell me she has money. She is everything I am not and everything that Samuel really should deserve. Everything that I have ever tried to ignore about myself suddenly rears its ugly face and I can hear the shouts of my mother tell me how useless I am or how I'm an ugly piece of s.h.i.+t. My fingers go straight for the band at my wrist without me even realizing I am doing it.
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