Skeletons in the Closet (3 page)

"This is my niece, Nikki, that's why you recognize her. I had a picture in my wallet that I must have shown you from her sixteenth birthday."

A weak smile crossed Diana's lips. "You're marrying your
niece
, Grant?"

"I never told you this Diana, but I was adopted. So she's my niece, but not actually a blood relation."

Diana tapped the tip of her perfectly manicured fingernail against her perfectly straight, white teeth. She was so perfect it made Nikki sick to her stomach and the insecurity crept in once more. Why would he ever want to divorce the woman sitting across from them - she was perfect.

"Well if the picture you showed me was of her sixteenth birthday then that makes her what... nineteen - twenty?" She glanced over at Nikki for a moment, "Please don't take this the wrong way, honey." She turned her attention back to Grant, "You must be at least fifteen years older than her. Have you thought this through?"

Nikki could feel Grant's body tense next to hers and shot him a worried glance.

"Diana, we didn't come here for you to give your opinion on our relationship. We came because I need you to sign the divorce papers." While his tone was steady and even, Nikki could hear the slight edge to it.

"No."

Wide-eyed, Nikki's head swung back to Diana.
No? She said no? Why in the hell would she refuse?

"Look Diana whatever you thought we had is over and what I have with Nikki is none of your business, so I'm asking nicely. Please sign the papers so we can be on our way."

Placing the papers on the coffee table she slid them back across it to him. "No. I think we need to spend some time together." She nodded her head towards Nikki, "Without your niece present – so we can discuss this further."

"It wasn't a real marriage to begin with, Diana!"

Nikki placed a hand on his thigh, attempting to simmer his rising temper.

"Those are my terms, Grant, and the only way I'm even going to consider putting my name on those."

Looking back and forth from Diana to Grant, both of them with eyes locked onto each other, challenging each other, Nikki groaned. This wasn't going to get resolved like she'd hoped - like
they'd
hoped.

Grabbing Grant's hand, she gave it a tug as she stood. "We don't need her to get this done, Grant. Let's go."

He didn't reply, but stood at her urging. Grabbing the papers from the coffee table he thrust them back into his jacket pocket. "Thank you for being mature about this, Diana," he growled as he and Nikki headed towards the door.

"If you change your mind about that one-on-one talk, then let me know, Grant," Diana called after them, as Nikki and Grant exited the condo and Grant slammed the door shut behind them in his frustration.

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"We’ll just have to find another way, Grant, that's all," Nikki assured him as she shrugged off her black overcoat and tossed it to the chair by the hotel room door.

"Another way will mean we won't be getting married when we've planned to. God knows how long
another
way is going to take." Removing his three-quarter length leather jacket he tossed it on top of Nikki's overcoat on the chair. "I promised you a spring wedding and I'll be damned if you won't be getting it."

Nikki's heart warmed, he'd give her the world if she requested it, or die trying. A pang of guilt over the way she'd been acting the past few days hit her. She'd had so much on her mind lately that she supposed he’d become the scapegoat for her frustration.

Slipping her arms around his neck she pressed her soft, compact body against his hard, muscular one and brought her lips up to meet his. "Let's worry about it tomorrow. I don't want her spoiling our evening together." She ghosted her lips across his, as he slipped her arms around her waist and pulled her groin against his. She could feel his cock hardening against her and a rush of anticipation shot through her.

"True, we wouldn't want to spoil the night." Slipping his hands under her skirt, he cupped her ass cheeks in his palms and gave them a light squeeze.

She moaned and rubbed her groin against his, while nipping at his lower lip. "I've missed you these past couple of nights."

"
I
wasn't the one denying me sex," he said with a chuckle, deepening their kiss and slipping his tongue past her lips and teeth in search of hers.

Nikki sighed against his mouth. The feel of his tongue lashing and frolicking with hers, in combination with his hard, thick cock rubbing against her was sending her body into a frenzy of desire.

"I'm sorry," she gasped as his lips left hers and began making their way down the side of her neck and to her collarbone. She clutched onto his shoulders, her fingers fisting the black cotton button-down shirt he was wearing. His tongue and lips were sending shivers of pleasure through her, starting at her head and ending in a pulsating within her pussy.

She didn't even realize that he'd been walking her backwards until the bed hit the back of her thighs. With a startled yelp she was sent toppling to the mattress, pulling Grant along with her.

He caught himself with a hand on each side of her head, keeping the majority of the weight from his massive frame from crushing her, as he settled between her spread thighs. His fingers quickly undid the buttons on her white blouse, although, in his haste, several buttons were sent flying across the room - but neither of them seemed to notice.

Following his lead and in a desperate need to feel his warm, naked flesh against hers, Nikki's fingers worked frantically at his shirt buttons. She finished with the final button just as Grant's lips reached her collarbone and he started moving lower. Grant flicked open the front clasp of her white satin bra and it sprang apart, revealing her lush breasts to him.

Nikki pushed Grant's shirt from his shoulders and down over his biceps as he took a moment for his eyes to take in the sight of her heaving chest, her breasts jiggling slightly each time she exhaled. With his shirt gone, Nikki let her eyes feast on the sight of his massive, muscled chest, beautifully-contoured. He inhaled sharply when her finger began to trace the hard lines of muscle.

His body was amazing to her, due to years in the military and then as a field agent for the CIA. It was toned to perfection. Moving his gaze up from her chest to meet her eyes, a jolt shot through Nikki ending with a throbbing between her legs at the hunger and intensity of his stare.

"Wait!" She gasped, as an idea came to her mind. She wanted him in her badly, but as far as she was concerned he still owed her and it was time to collect on his little debt. She pressed the palms of her hands to his chest as he started to lower himself down to cover her body with his again.

Frowning, Grant sat back up. "What's wrong?"

Propping herself up on her elbows she smiled wickedly. "I think this time
you
owe
me
."

Raking a hand through his short dark hair Grant sighed. "What do you mean?"

She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and continued to grin. "Well, I recall not too long ago I went on a teeny, tiny little date to keep our little secret and you made me do a strip tease for you. Lifting her leg, she pressed her bare foot to his stomach and gently pushing him up off the bed, "Get to it, champ. It's time for my show."

Sliding to his feet he crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at her. "Me? Give you a strip tease? Are you serious?"

"Yeah. Tit for tat, Grant, - it’s your turn to pay up."

"Oh, come on,
Nik
," he started to lower himself back to the bed, but again she stopped him, her foot planted on his stomach. Grant groaned, "Nikki, come on." Her already short skirt slid up her thighs to reveal the thin slip of material covering her pussy, which was damp from her excitement.

Looking down to his crotch, she was pleased to see his massive erection straining against the material of his pants. Unbuttoning her skirt she let the material fall away leaving her naked with the exception of the tiny white satin thong.

"You know how to dance, you were supposed to take me dancing on our first date if I recall, so go on and show me a little something." When he didn't respond straight away, she pulled aside the thin wet strip of white satin from her pussy and began to stroke herself. "Come on, honey. You let me watch, I'll let you watch..." She cocked an eyebrow at him anxiously awaiting his reply.

Chapter 3

Nikki saw the heat intensify in his gaze, followed by a look of resignation crossing his features as he made his way over to the stereo across the room. "Alright, you win. Though I'm not guaranteeing the quality of this little dance," he grumbled.

She'd seen male strippers once; she'd snuck into a bar for a special show presented by the bar that evening and had loved it. Excitement coursed through her at the thought of Grant being the one giving her the show this time. He had such a gorgeous body that if he hadn't chosen the career path that he had, he would have made a very popular stripper. She surprised herself upon realizing that the thought of him taunting and teasing other women – though, of course, knowing he was coming home to her afterwards - was surprisingly arousing.

As he selected the music, an upbeat R&B number, she slid her panties down her hips and tossed them to the floor. Reclining back on one elbow, she watched him start to move in time with the music. She slipped a hand between her legs, parting the lips of her pussy to expose her throbbing clit.

As Grant undid his belt, doing his best stripper imitation, she moaned and dipped two fingers into her dripping core. Grant's eyes watched intently as she finger-fucked herself; rubbing her clit with her thumb as she thrust her fingers in and out of her heated core. Waves of pleasure rushed over her, and she moaned, as she enjoyed the sensations.

Next to be undone was the button to his pants. It flipped open with ease, along with the zipper. He slid his pants to the floor and kicked them off.

His cock strained against the material of his boxer briefs, and the head of his cock peeked out from under the waistband, glistening with his pre-cum. It begged her to go to him and take that hard cock in her mouth.

Nikki's hips bucked against her hand in time with his hip thrusts. Damn, she wanted him in her so badly she could scream. She wanted to tell him to stop his little show, but bit her tongue, knowing that it would be a long time before he'd be willing to do this for her again, so she needed to savour the moment while she could.

He teased her, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs but not pulling them down to let her eyes feast on the full length of his cock. Instead, he turned his back to her and slowly worked his hard, toned ass, flexing the tight muscle.

"Very nice honey," she said, voicing her appreciation. She wanted to go to him, but again, restrained herself. The waves rushing over her were growing stronger by the moment. She moaned once more, louder this time. She was so close to coming that her stomach was in knots.

Slipping his boxers down completely, Grant revealed his thick thighs and calves. His whole body was perfectly tanned. When he spun back around his cock was thick and hard, as he stroked himself for her. The bugger knew how much she loved watching him jerk himself off.

"Want more?" he asked amused, as she fell back fully to the bed, but her eyes remained focused on his cock.

"Oh God yes!" she screamed out and closed her eyes as a final intense wave crashed over her. Her body tensed and her pussy exploded, her juices gushing from her pussy and over her hand. "Fuck me, Grant!" she gasped.

She had no sooner said the words than she felt the weight of his body coming down onto hers. His body hovered over hers for a brief moment, before his cock pressed against her entrance and he rammed into her with enough force to move her body several inches up the bed.

"Grant!" She cried out, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but his hard, vigorous thrust stretched her to the limits and quickly brought her body back to a throbbing need. Her pussy clenched around his cock, inviting it in and begging it to stay deep within her.

"Fuck, you’re wet,
Nik
." His lips came crashing down onto hers; his kiss was hard and frenzied, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth. She gave in to him, parting her lips for its invasion. Nikki groaned against his mouth as his tongue fought for dominance over hers.

As he hammered into her, Nikki wrapped her legs around his waist and her fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his back as she held on. He thrust in and out with such force and determination that all she could do was whimper, moan and hold on tightly as he rode her.

"Oh-my-God, I love your cock," she managed to choke out when his mouth left hers and began moving across her jaw and to her neck; his tongue flicking and teeth lightly nipping. When his mouth made it to her breasts, his mouth latched onto the first one and sucked hard. She cried out and dug her nails into his back. His tongue began to flick and then circle the tender nipple and she was scared she'd die from the pleasure it was causing within her. When the first one was to his satisfaction he kissed his way to the second and repeated the sweet torture.

Her whole body seemed to be on fire. Nikki couldn't seem to get him in tightly enough, or have him ramming into her fast enough. As she came closer to another orgasm, a light-headed feeling overtook her; all thoughts disappeared and all that remained were the sensations rushing through her. Her fingernails gripped tighter to his back, digging in deep enough that she was certain there would be gashes on his back in the morning.

"That's it, honey, come over my cock," Grant coaxed, feeling her pussy vibrate around his dick, preparing for her climax.

"I'm coming!' she was seconds away. So close. Taking in a short unsteady breath, she whimpered. The tension that had been building within her released and she screamed out his name as she flooded his dick with her juices.

"I love that feeling," Grant groaned, capturing her lips with his own once again.