Chapter Four – Hanging
Before they could even make it back to the beach, Ward had her breathless and wet, pressed up against a tree in the backyard. Their shirts both tossed carelessly somewhere nearby. The sun all but hidden beyond the horizon.
Skye moaned and pressed her hands into his back, crushing them together harder. He released her mouth and trailed kisses down her jawline to her neck. Skye continued to moan as her hands traveled around to the front of his khaki shorts. She let one hand travel south, cupping and squeezing him through his pants. "Fuck. Skye," he breathed, his voice husky with desire.
Ward pulled back, put his hands on her upper arms, and spun her around, pulling her flush against his chest so they were spooning. He made quick work of her shorts button and zipper and slipped one hand into her panties, teasing her with his fingers.
"Oh god, Grant," she struggled to say, pressing her ass into his bulging erection. He moaned into her neck, rubbing her faster, his other hand holding her hipbone, pressing her into him. His fingers continued their movements while his lips attacked her neck.
Suddenly, a floodlight lit up the backyard, coming from the house. "Who's there?!" came the voice of an elderly woman. Ward and Skye both froze in shock. "What are you doing on my property? GET OUT OF HERE." Ward quickly pulled his hands away from Skye and spun around.
"Gramsy?" Ward called out, astonished. He took a tentative step forward, putting his hand up to shield his eyes from the bright light. "Who are you? How do you know that name?" Ward continued to walk forward until he could see the face of the woman yelling at him. Gramsy. His Gramsy. Was here. Was okay. He couldn't believe it. "Gramsy," his voice cracked, "it's me. It's Grant."
"Grant? No. My Grant is dead. Has been for 19 years," her voice cold. Grant continued walking towards her, climbing the back porch steps, and stopping directly in front of her. Her eyes found his face and recognition dawned on her suddenly. "Grant…Grant. How?" She moved to him and took his hands in hers. "Where have you been all this time?" "It's a…*really* long story. But there's someone I want you to meet."
Skye stepped forward, fully clothed, and handed Ward his shirt. He looked down and realized suddenly that he was half naked. He quickly pulled his shirt on and held his hand out to Skye, pulling her forward for an introduction. "Gramsy, this is Skye. Skye, this is my Gramsy."