FLASHBACK

I look at Grant. He looks upset, watery eyed, irritated, angry. Probably blaming himself for not being there because that's just something he would do. He's just as protective as my brothers, like that. And I remember what my mother said the night that awful man killed my big brother.

Why couldn't it have been you?

That's why she and my father aren't here now. Because I am not Nick. And I am not good enough for them. And I couldn't care less about them either. I've been living with my brother anyways.

So anywho like I said I hope you guys liked that chapter because it was really emotional for me to write it. Here's the sixth chapter, I hope you guys enjoy it.

Also, note, I decided that Cammie's wrist isn't broken, just very badly bruised.

Warning-this chapter is a totes lemon-lime. As in s-e-x. don't read it, just skip over all of that stufffff if you don't like reading that.

One week later

"Yes Doctor Mason, I'll be sure to tell her," I hear Grant say outside the teen room.

"You don't have to wrap your chest and all anymore, he said he forgot to tell you before you left the hospital," he says once he comes in. I immediately run down the hall, take of all the gauze and crap and chunk it in the trash. "Yessssss!"

Grant chuckled behind me and snakes his hands around my waist, turning me around and kissing me. "He said something else that you could do too…" he says, smirking.

I blush as he kisses me again. Thank goodness no one else is in the house but Macey napping up stairs.

He rubs his hands along my sides and picks me up with his hands squeezing my butt, carrying me some where-I really couldn't care less now-as I press myself closer to him and kiss him harder.

I lays me on the extra bed in the corner of the huge teen room and licks his tongue along my lips until I give him entrance and he plunges his tongue into my mouth, making me moan. He presses me against the matress, the small amount of space that was left between us now gone in that move. The only thing left between us is our clothing.

I pull and tug at his tight t-shirt, managing to pull it over his abs and over his head, slinging it across the room to where ever.

"Macey could wake up…" I whisper as he trails kisses from my mouth down my neck and gasp when he bites gently on my neck.

"Not if we're quiet," he says against my neck, vibrations running along my skin to my spine as he speaks and bites and licks on my neck.

"Grant…" my voice is quiet now.

"Yes, lovie?" he pauses patiently and looks into my eyes.

"I…I'm scared…" I say in the same small voice.

"I'll take care of you. I promise," he kisses my forehead.

I kiss him again gently and he kisses me back, just as gently and carefully, taking it slightly slower now as he pulls his hoodie off me, then my own cold shoulder tank top from hot topic, revealing a bra Macey insisted she buy me from Very Sexy NEW! Push-Up Bra from Victoria's Secret because 'you have 36 C boobs, chick, and as weird as it is, you are my best friend ever but my brother loves them, so this will show them off!' The color is Amethyst with black lace.

Wow, what a friend, but when he looks at my chest and I blush deep red, I'm kinda glad she talked me into it. I instinctively cover my chest with my arms but he grabs my hands pulls them away before kissing me.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, kissing the top of my right breast and making me moan very quietly.

He slowly reaches around to my back, still biting on my neck and sucking, now doubt there will be a hickey there later, and he unclasps the bra, pulling it off and away from me. Feeling extremely naked, I cover my chest again but he pulls my hands away. "Please don't, darling, you're beautiful," he whispers and kisses me, brushing hair back behind my ear. "Absolutely beautiful."

Grant leans down and kisses my left nipple and swirls his tongue around it, making me tangle my hand in his hair and whisper a small moan. He bites down lightly and sucks harder before moving to my other nipples, his hand switching to the one he was just on, his fingers twisting and playing with it in all the right ways to elicit more moans I am trying to suppress.

Another small moan escapes my lips as he leaves my breasts and trails hot kisses down the valley between my breasts to the hem of my white denim shorts. I raise my hips so he can slide them off me and he massages the inner sides of my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy.

He rubs my panties very lightly at first, then slips them down my legs and off to the floor and smiles when he sees that they are dripping wet.

"Do you want me, Cammie?" he growled huskily in my ear.

His hands came closer to my middle as the rubbed my thighs, but then left again and I couldn't help but whimper quietly, "Yes…"

He again gets a little closer and pulls away again. "Say it, Cammie. Say it and I'll give you everything you want," I feel him grin in my hair.

"I-I want you…" I whisper and he grins again.

"Good," he smiles and plunges two fingers into me. I gasp and he kisses me as he pulls them out and shoves back in, faster and faster before pulling them out and slowly licking his fingers. I grab his pants waist, unbuttoning the dark jeans and unzipping them, pushing them down his legs until he can kick them off. The bulge in his pants is huge. And I mean, honestly, huge.

I blush and he chuckles, kissing me again and I can taste myself on his tongue.

He lays several open mouthed kisses down my stomach and just above my clit before he takes off his boxers and reveals his huge member. My eyes widen and I blush more, making him grin. "Like what you see?"

His words and my blushing makes me want to look away from him, but instead I look at his face and he looks back at me, caringly and carefully.

He places his member at my entrance and looks up at me. "Ready?" he asks carefully.

I nod and rest my eyes shut. He kisses me very deeply and passionately as he slides into me and I yelp into his mouth. My being a virgin plus his size causes me a lot of pain in the moment. But after that, it's so many more things than amazing…

As we lay on the bed, panting lightly, me with my head against Grant's neck and his arms around my waist, a thin blanket from the messy bed over our waists and legs, the door is flung open and there stands Macey. "I knew it!" she squeals, the biggest grin on her face, and then slams the door shut squealing 'eeeee' down the hall and into the kitchen to eat breakfast.

I turn back into Grant, my cheeks too red to be pleasant, and wiggle against him a little closer to get warm.

"I love you, Grant."

"I love you too, Cammie."

He tilts my head up and pecks me on the lips, brushing his thumb on my red cheek, and smiles.

"Come on, we both need to get dressed, go upstairs and get a shower and wash these sheets so Macey has no proof when the gang comes over," he grins.

So we do just that. We get up, get dressed, throw the sheets and blankets of the bed into the laundry room, go upstairs and take turns getting a shower in his shower, I walk across to Macey's room and grab a hot pink fishnet-knit type of baggy but totally cute shirt, throw it on, and then some short white denim shorts for bottoms, my own white sandals and brush my hair, putting it in a messy bun before going down stairs to grab some cinnamon rolls and bacon that smells so freaking good right now.

Grant meets me in the hall and I hold his hand going down the stairs and there, in the kitchen and dining room, Macey McHenry is telling the tale of how Grant and I made love in the teen room and she just so happened to walk in and scream, "I knew it!" and then run off.

Bex, Macey and even Zach squeal and jump on me with hugs. "Took ya long enough!" Bex squeals.

"BEX!" I slap her on the arm.

And then I see a figure in the room that I did not want to hear Macey's story. Camp. He walks over, grabs Grant's arm, and storms outside before yelling at Grant and threatening him and what ever.

I look at Macey, "I hate. Your guts. A lot."

"Oh come on, Cam, he woulda found out anyway," she says.

I sigh as Grant and Camp file back into the dining room and kitchen and Grant comes over to me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "What did he say?" I whisper.

"Just told me to be careful with you. Not break your heart. It's fine, Cams, really, just brother stuff. I do the same thing to Macey."

I picture Grant dragging Preston out of the house like that and can't help but smile as I turn around and give him a peck on the cheek before going to get something to eat.

I grab a plate off the counter and pile it with bacon, skipping the cinnamon rolls, and sit down with that and a glass of milk.

Hope you guys liked that chapter, it was kinda hard for me to write the lemon so I'm sorry if it sucks, I'm trying to write better ones. Review, follow, favorite, I love you guys!