Chapter 37
Grace woke up before the alarm and took advantage of the time by sneaking under the covers. She kissed her way down his belly and used her talented tongue to tease Mac awake. It didn’t take long for him to respond.
“You wicked little redhead!” he whispered hoarsely. “Did someone wake up greedy and horny?”
Her answer was a muffled “mmm-hmm” as her mouth was suddenly full of his cock while her fingers did erotic things with his sac and taint. His hips began to rock involuntarily as the tip of his dick slipped into her throat.
“Holy, Jesus, Grace!” he hissed. “You’re gonna make me cum too quickly.”
She stopped immediately and peeked out from under the blanket. “Well, we can’t have that, can we now?” she mused. “Maybe you should trade places with me and feast on me for a bit.”
Mac pouted, but he knew if he let her continue, he’d shoot his load in her mouth and not be able to fuck her hot, wet pussy. Knowing they only had time for one round before it would be time to switch from erotic lover mode to parent mode, he did as she asked and found himself between her legs, teasing her with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck, yes! No one eats pussy the way you do, baby,” she purred, making him grin inwardly.
He licked and nibbled; he flicked and sucked, and in no time, he had her bucking and begging for him to slide inside of her. But he made her cum three times before he relented, opening her up with his thick member.
He took his time entering her, moving slowly at first, his strokes deliberate and taunting. Her body responded as her pussy became slicker with each thrust. With ragged breath, she pleaded with him to take her harder and faster. But he toyed with her a bit longer until he felt that familiar tingle in his sac.
“You want it hard, fast, and deep, baby?” he grunted as he picked up the pace.
“God, yes! Fuck me, Mac! Take me hard! God, I need to be hammered into by your big, hard cock!”
“Whatever you want, baby,” he said as he fucked her savagely. Pounding into Grace’s tight, wet pussy, Mac’s balls tightened – almost painfully so – and let go as he emptied himself deep inside her.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, God, yes!” Grace cried out as his orgasm triggered one last climax for her.
They sighed in tandem; the decadent morning sex having left them both sated and relaxed.
Moments later, as he held her in his arms, he kissed her forehead and said, “Feel free to wake me up like that any time, my love.”
Grace grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I figured you wouldn’t mind if I interrupted your sleep.”
“Not one bit. But I suppose we should get up and shower now.”
“I’ll get in after you. If we shower together, we’ll get dirty instead of clean,” she laughed. “And we don’t have time for any funny business.”
“You’re so strict, Mrs. Stewart,” he teased.
“Watch it, pal. I just woke you up with my mouth on your dick. Be nice or it won’t happen again anytime soon,” she scolded playfully.
Chapter 38
Michael Stone arrived at Stewart House at 9:30 a.m. to meet with McKinley and Aislyn before Detective Compton arrived. Grace ushered him into the breakfast nook to have some tea and scones while they discussed the best way to protect Aislyn from any possible prosecution for possession of Fentanyl.
Aislyn had taken the time to straighten her long black hair and had her face entirely made up, complete with false eyelashes. She’d donned a pair of designer jeans that hugged her hips, a pale blue, V-neck cashmere sweater, and black ballet flats.
Mac supposed that the return to her model day look meant she’d act like a full-blown bitch again. So, he was pleasantly surprised when she said, “Thanks for looking out for me, McKinley.”
“You’re welcome. It was Grace’s idea to have Michael present while Detective Compton interviews you,” he admitted.
“You mean when he interrogates me. Of course, it was her idea. Do you realize how lucky you are to have someone so fucking perfect in your life?”
And there it was, the snarky demeanor he was used to from her. Still, she seemed to conduct herself civilly when Michael asked her if she was willing to tell the police who had supplied the drugs that she’d used to try to end her life.
“I would, but I don’t know him. He was one of the guys Lucia was with at the club. But she didn’t know him either. He was interested in her because she is famous. And me, I suppose. He gave us both the Fentanyl for free.”
Michael frowned. “You didn’t buy the drugs?”
“No.”
“Why would a stranger give you thousands of dollars’ worth of Fentanyl for free?” Mac asked.
Aislyn looked at her brother like he’d grown horns.
“Because he wanted to be able to say he was a supplier to Supermodels and he hoped they’d become addicted and become paying customers, both of which would be good for business,” Grace explained.
Mac looked incredulous.
“Ms. Perfect is right again,” Aislyn said, rolling her eyes. “It happens all the time. Drug dealers are happy to give their product away for free to celebrities in hopes of expanding their business. Normally, I say no and move on. But I was still feeling miserable that Joel took the money Lorraine offered him and left me. So, I took the drugs, figuring an overdose would solve my problems. It was stupid, and I got lucky. The doctor said that falling and hitting my head may have saved my life.” When Mac looked puzzled, she added, “The head trauma caused me to vomit.”
Grace sighed. Aislyn had allowed herself to let down her guard and open her heart for probably the first time in her life, only to have her own mother fuck her over by paying the man she loved to leave. It hardly seemed fair, even if Aislyn had really shitty karma from being such a bitch all the time.
Aislyn recognized the pity in Grace’s eyes. “Don’t fucking be nice to me, Grace. I swear I can’t handle that from you. You don’t know what it’s like to have the man you love turn out to be a complete dick!”
Michael raised an eyebrow and shot Aislyn a look of disdain.
“What? She has my brother! And while I think he’s an idiot most of the time, clearly, she landed in a pretty cushy lifestyle. He fucking worships her!”
Grace’s eyes implored him to say nothing. It pained Michael to keep quiet about how her past had been plagued with abuse and struggles, while her sister-in-law made inaccurate assumptions. But he respected Grace too much to speak out of turn.
Their silent interaction was not lost on Aislyn, but the doorbell rang, and there was no time to ask questions. While Grace went to answer the door, Aislyn ducked into the bathroom to check her hair and makeup. She had no intention of looking like an urchin while being questioned by the hot detective.
Grace greeted Andy Compton with a friendly hug. His hair was windblown, and he looked a little disheveled, but he was still handsome as ever. Recalling happier moments in her past with him as her best bud made her feel warm inside — not in an inappropriate way, just the delight of reconnecting with an old friend.
“Hi, Andy. Please, come in. We were just enjoying some scones in the breakfast nook.”
“I’m good. I had breakfast before I came. But I wouldn’t say no to some coffee if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.”
Grace introduced Andy and Michael. “I know you said Aislyn didn’t need a lawyer, but we figured it couldn’t hurt to have Michael here. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course. Is there somewhere that we can go for this interview?” Andy asked.
“You can stay here; Mac and I have to wrangle the kids anyway.”
Aislyn reappeared with fresh lipstick accentuating her haughty pout. It would have made Grace laugh if it weren’t for the fact that she had seen the vulnerable side of Mac’s sister and knew that she wasn’t nearly as confident and formidable as she wanted people to believe. And then she saw something that surprised her. Aislyn was acting flirty!
Watching Aislyn lick her lips and look at Andy like she wanted to eat him up in big, greedy bites made Grace mildly uncomfortable. She hadn’t considered that her sister-in-law would be interested in a nice guy/New York cop. She almost doubled back to warn her old friend that Aislyn was trouble, but she decided he would figure that out all on his own.
Mac saw the odd look on Grace’s face. “What?”
Grace raised an eyebrow. “I think your sister wishes that a pat down came with this interrogation.”
Mac frowned. “Seriously?”
“Didn’t you see the way she looked at him?”
“I can’t say that I noticed, no. I didn’t think I was that obtuse, but I honestly didn’t see what you saw. Are you sure?”
They heard Aislyn giggle from the kitchen, and Grace tilted her head. “When was the last time you heard your sister giggle?”
Mac heaved a heavy sigh. “Lord, help me.”
“No, Lord help Andy. She’ll eat him alive.”
“It’s just a police interview, Grace.”
But by the time Andy was finished, he exited the kitchen with a goofy grin on his face.
“All set here,” he said. “No charges will be brought against Aislyn. She was able to give us a bit of information that may be useful. And the fact that she didn’t purchase the Fentanyl means we’d have to prove possession of narcotics. As they weren’t on her person at the time of the overdose, they could have been anyone’s in that dressing room.”
“So, you’re all set?” Mac asked.
“Our police business is done,” he answered cryptically.
“Thank you, Andy. Aislyn’s been through a lot lately.”
“Sounds like it. Well, I should go. Grace, it’s good to see you have your own couch now. I’m happy for you,” he said, smiling warmly. “Knowing you’ve landed on your feet made my parents happy, too. They said to say hello to you.”
“Please say hello back. I’ll always appreciate their kindness. Maybe we will see you again sometime.”
Andy laughed nervously. “I’ll be by later to pick Aislyn up for, um, dinner.”
“Oh? Well, isn’t that nice?” Grace bit her tongue so something snarky wouldn’t fall out of her mouth. Andy was a grown man; he’d figure it out.
After he left, Mac turned to Grace. “You don’t miss a thing, do you? This won’t end well, we both know that, right? I mean, Andy seems like a nice guy, and Aisy, well…”
“I guess we will have to wait and see.”
Chapter 39
Michael was finishing his coffee when Grace went back into the breakfast nook. Aislyn was sitting slumped in her chair, absorbed in her phone.
“Everything go okay?” Grace asked, knowing that it had from Andy’s perspective, but wanting to hear Michael’s thoughts.
“Yes, seems like this matter is settled as far as Aislyn is concerned. But you were wise to call me. Better to be cautious,” Michael said, setting his coffee mug down and debating whether it would be rude to take another scone.
Grace very astutely took the platter of leftover scones and wrapped them up to go. “Please, take these with you, Michael. If you don’t, I’ll need a few hours on the treadmill to compensate for eating the rest myself.”
He laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite as observant as you, my dear. Much appreciated.”
Aislyn rolled her eyes. “Well, this has been fun, but I’m going to nap.”
Grace gave Aislyn an annoyed look.
“Oh, and, um, thanks for being here, Michael. I, uh, appreciate it,” Aislyn added.
“See? It’s not hard to be nice, is it?” Grace commented.
“Suck it, Grace,” Aislyn sniped before heading upstairs.
“Charming girl,” Michael said sarcastically.
“You have no idea.”
“Your friend, the detective, is out of his league. Your sister-in-law will eat him alive.”
Grace sighed. “I just can’t even imagine what he was thinking by asking her out.”
Michael laughed. “Oh, he didn’t ask her out. She looked at him with those pouty lips and asked, ‘When are you picking me up for dinner?’ He looked like a deer in the headlights.”
“What did he say?” Grace asked inquisitively.
“He said, ‘6:00,’ but it was more like a question. She told him to pick her up at 6:30 and to choose a nice restaurant. He nodded and asked if there was a dress code, to which she answered, ‘There had better be.’ Then she nodded at him as if she were the Queen of England dismissing her servant.”
“Well, so much for thinking this whole experience humbled her,” Grace commented.
Mac smiled and put his hand on her shoulder. “Darling, please tell me you didn’t think it would. You’re so much wiser than that.”
Michael picked up the bag of scones and said, “No charge for today. This was the most entertainment I’ve had in a while.”
“You need to get out more, Michael,” Grace suggested.
After he left, Mac could tell that Grace seemed preoccupied. “Earth to Grace, come in please.”
“Sorry. I just can’t help wondering why Andy let Aislyn bamboozle him into taking her on a date.”
“He’s got a dick, right?” Mac asked crassly.
“Are you suggesting that he’s dumb enough to think he will actually get to use it tonight?” Grace retorted.
“I don’t know, baby; he’s your friend. But my point is, my sister is a looker, even if she is a raging bitch. She said jump and his cock said how high?”
Grace sighed loudly. “Do you think I should say something to Aislyn?”
“What would you say, darling? ‘My friend, Andy, is a nice guy, so don’t be a fucking cunt?’”
Rolling her eyes, Grace inhaled sharply but said nothing.
“Baby, he’s a grown man. If he can’t figure out that she’s a man-eater, he can’t be a very good detective.”
“I just wonder what she’s up to. She can’t possibly consider him to be in her league. She’s far too snooty to want to go on a real date with a New York cop. I know he’s not the teenage boy I knew back when, but there is still an air of innocence about him that…”
“He was married, Grace. Did you know that?”
She frowned. “No, I didn’t know that. Divorced?”
“Widowed. His wife passed away from brain cancer.”
“Oh, my God. That poor man.”
“Look, if you think it’s important, I will say something to Aislyn,” Mac offered.
“I don’t need you to do that; I can handle talking to her. We still can’t stand each other, but a level of respect has come out of this mess.”
“Well, good luck with that. I’m gonna go check on the kids.”
Chapter 40
Grace decided to wait until Aislyn rose from her nap. But it wasn’t until hours later that she surfaced, dressed to the nines.
She entered the kitchen where Grace and Mac were getting the littles situated in their highchairs for an early supper and stood with an air of haughtiness.
“I’m going to require your driver tonight,” she demanded. “The limo would be best. I told Andrew to Uber here. I need to be seen out in style. He’s taking me to Per Se for dinner.”
“Andrew?” Mac asked.
“The detective. Grace’s old fuck buddy.”
Before Mac could respond, Grace stood and replied, “First of all, you agreed not to use the F word in front of the children. Don’t forget again! Secondly, Andy and I were friends and shared an innocent kiss in high school. Third, you don’t walk in here demanding things; you need to ask nicely.”
Ignoring most of what Grace had said, Aislyn tilted her head and said, “You lived together, so I highly doubt all you did was kiss him.”
“I lived at his house for a while. His parents were kind enough to let me stay in their home when my aunt kicked me out. Andy was my best friend, but we were never lovers. Now, perhaps if you tell us why you need the limo instead of the sedan, we might be inclined to contact Randall, our driver. Otherwise, you can Uber your ass to dinner.”
Aislyn lifted her chin like a petulant teenager.
“Okay, Mom. I need the limo because I’m trying to do some image repair after my unfortunate choice to try to end it all. I need to see and be seen, in an expensive dress, at an even more expensive restaurant, and I need to arrive in a limo with a gorgeous man who doesn’t expect anything from me.”
“Dressed like that and spending money on you at Per Se, I guarantee he’s going to expect something, Aisy,” Mac interjected.
Aislyn rolled her eyes. “As if…”
“So, you have no real interest in Andy; you’re just using him as arm candy,” Grace interrupted. It was more of a statement than a question.
“He’s too nice for me, but he’s single, and he didn’t argue when I told him to take me to dinner. He’s the one who chose Per Se,” Aislyn said, shrugging.
Grace’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“I may have suggested two or three places and let him choose.”
Grace stepped closer and got in Aislyn’s face. “He’s a grown man and can choose to see whomever he wishes since, as you pointed out, he is single. But he’s also my friend and a man who lost his wife to brain cancer a few years ago. So, don’t lead him on. If you’re not interested in anything more than repairing your image, don’t make him believe this is more than that.”
Aislyn winced at that revelation. But she bared her claws and struck back. “Is that what you did? Lead him on?”
Grace managed to keep her cool. “No, I moved out after he kissed me. We both agreed it wasn’t a good fit. It would have been like dating my brother.”
“Then why do you care?”
“Because he is like family to Grace,” Mac said softly, hoping to diffuse the situation before it came to blows.
DJ looked up from playing with his trucks. “Aunt Aisy so pretty.”
Aislyn smiled weakly at her nephew. “Thanks, kid.” Then, looking at her brother, she said, “You, of all people, know that I don’t know how to do family. We didn’t have the best role models in Lorraine and Marcus. But you at least had the luxury of Uncle Dom and Mimi to instill those values in you. What did I get? I don’t even know who the fu… who the hell my father is for sure. So, pardon me if I’m not like your perfect wife who understands family dynamics.”
Mac inhaled sharply. “My wife lost her parents to an explosion when she was still basically a child, she had a vicious aunt who stole her inheritance, and she couch surfed her way through high school when that aunt kicked her out. Yet, somehow, she figured out what family was better than either you or I. Stop using our shitty upbringing as an excuse to be a bitch.”
“Bitch,” DJ parroted.
Aislyn smirked at Mac. “Don’t swear in front of your kid, McKinley.”
Grace crossed her arms in front of her and said, “You can take the limo, you can have your little show for the public. But once they figure out Andy is a cop and not some debonair businessman, I’m not sure what your followers will think. So, if you are using him, just be honest about him. Maybe he welcomes the distraction of taking a pretty woman to dinner. But he’s a man, Aislyn. And even being a nice guy, he will think this is more than it is if you don’t spell it out. If you’re not going to…”
“I get it! Don’t lecture me!”
“You’re in my house, I’ll say whatever I feel is necessary.”
“You mean my brother’s house.”
“No, Aislyn; you’re wrong. The moment I married Grace, what I had became hers, and what she had became mine. We aren’t like our parents. Or at least not like our mother, I should say. Grace is asking you to act like a decent person and not hurt her friend. Either say you understand, or you can take the Uber like she suggested.”
Aislyn fumed. But she chose her words carefully. “Fine. I can be a decent person. I will make it clear to Andrew that this is a dinner date and that’s all. Happy, Dad?”
“Yes, thank you. I’ll call Randall and have him here at 6:30.”
Aislyn was about to leave the room when Grace cleared her throat. She stopped and said, “Thank you, McKinley.” Then she turned, flung her long hair back over her shoulder, and walked away.
“She’s exhausting,” Grace sighed.
“You invited her here,” Mac reminded her.
“Well, if she’s well enough to go to a fancy restaurant, her days here are numbered.”
“I agree. Although I have to say that I’ve seen more civilized moments from her in the past couple of days than the entire time I’ve spent with her over the years.”
“That’s not saying much. She’s still a pain in the ass.”
“You’re not wrong. How can I make it up to you?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something once the kids are in bed.”
“Is it too soon to put them to bed now?” Mac teased.
At 6:30, Andy appeared at their door, looking handsome in his Brooks Brothers suit.
“Wow, you look sharp, Andy. Randall should be here momentarily to drive you and Aislyn to dinner,” Grace explained. “She should be down any minute.”
“I would have been happy to drive.”
“Andy, have you ever met a Supermodel before?” Mac inquired.
“No, I can’t say I have,” Andy chuckled.
The elevator opened before Mac could finish his thought, and Aislyn entered the foyer as if making a grand entrance. She looked stunning in a beaded, gold Versace gown that hugged her hips and draped off her shoulders. Her gold stilettos made her long legs look exquisite. She’d changed her makeup to be more suited to an evening out, and her long, jet-black hair hung perfectly like spun silk.
“Wow! You look incredible!”
“You cleaned up quite nicely as well, Andrew.”
“Well, you two crazy kids have fun,” Mac teased. “What time shall we expect you home, Aislyn?”
“What am I sixteen? I don’t have a curfew, McKinley. I’ll come home when I damn well please!”
“Well, the alarm will be set at midnight, so if you plan on coming home later than that, you’ll need to…”
“She’ll be home before midnight,” Andy interrupted. When Aislyn started to pout, he added, “I have to work tomorrow.”
“Thanks. Randall will drive you home, Andy,” Mac said. “If I’d had more notice from my sister, I could have arranged for him to pick you up this evening as well.”
“No worries. Thanks for the use of your limo and driver, Mac.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
When they were gone, Grace looked at Mac. “It’s your pleasure?”
“Yes, having Aislyn out of the house means we don’t have to put up with her obnoxious attitude. Plus, we can put the kids to bed a little early and have dessert in bed.”
“Ice cream?” Grace asked teasingly.
“S-E-X, Grace,” he replied, spelling it out so DJ wouldn’t repeat the word.
“Will it be better than ice cream?”
“I promise it will be.”
And it was.
As soon as the kids were down for the night, Mac stripped off Grace’s blouse and released her full breasts from the confines of the bra. Grasping her luscious tits with his hands, capturing their hardening nipples between each thumb and forefinger, he said, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, Gracie. You make me want you.”
She moaned as her body began to hum with intense need. “God, yes! Take me and use me, Mac. I need…”
His ardent kiss interrupted her pleas as greedy fingers made their way into her panties and rubbed along the velvety, wet slit between her legs. He teased her with two digits for a moment, then added a third as he moved inside her already-dripping sex.
“You’re so naughty; you’re already so wet and ready for me.”
“And why wouldn’t I be? Thank goodness the universe was smiling on us, and the kids went to sleep easily. I need you so much.”
“One would think you’ve been celibate for weeks, the way you’re so turned on. If I recall, we had some outstanding sex this morning when my hot redhead woke me up with my dick in her mouth. You must be insatiable.”
She nodded vigorously as she moved her body to grind against his hand as it impaled her. His mouth found her left breast, while his other hand continued its erotic torture of her right nipple. She came instantly, spraying her juices as she cried out.
Moving to the bed, he opened her legs and grinned. There were none of the usual tantalizingly teasing kisses on her inner thighs. Instead, he wasted no time, feasting upon her needy cunt without delay. His tongue probed and swirled, causing her hips to rock as she moaned like a bitch in heat. He nibbled and sucked, and soon, her back arched, and she cried out, “Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes! Now fuck me, McKinley!”
He looked up at her, his mouth frosted with her sweet honey, and chuckled, “Yes, ma’am!”
Unzipping his pants, he let his cock spring free, then held each of her legs in the air as he thrust into her like a horny frat boy. The pace was fast and furious, both panting, whimpering, and growling as their animalistic lust took over.
“Fuck me, Mac!”
“I’m fucking you, baby! I’m gonna keep fucking you like the slutty little whore you are! God, your pussy is so fucking tight!”
Knowing he was close and wanting to send her over the edge one more time before he allowed his own climax, he reached between their bodies and rubbed her engorged clit. Within seconds, her body quaked as she screamed, “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!”
“That’s right, baby. Cum on my cock! Oh, fuck! I’m gonna fill your slutty cunt with my hot seed!”
Mac’s balls tightened and let go as they came hard together. Pulling out, he wiped his cock on her tits, watching her eyes glaze over. He was so damned lucky that his sophisticated wife often needed to be treated like a whore.
“I love you, baby,” he said, kissing her softly. “Thank you for being the perfect mate.”
“I love you, too. You were the impatient one this time; I liked that. I’m grateful we are so well matched in the bedroom, baby.”
“We’re well matched everywhere, darling. From the boardroom to the boudoir, you’re impeccably unflawed.”
“You’re angling for a second round, aren’t you?” she laughed.
“Damn straight I am!”
Round two left them satisfied and sleepy, so they drifted off, never hearing Aislyn come home, nor that she snuck Andrew upstairs with her.
