Give Me Grace(173)

I looked between the both of them, knowing I was missing something important. I made a mental note to ask Casey what he’d said to Henry.

Dad turned to look at me, his voice quiet. “Is that what you want, Grace? To move to Sydney?”

I hesitated because I didn’t want to upset him any further, but I knew I needed to start being more upfront about my life and what I wanted. It wasn’t until I eventually replied with a yes that I realised how tense Casey was because I felt him relax beside me.

“It’s settled then,” Dad boomed at all of us after taking a hefty gulp from his glass.

“What’s settled?”

“I’m moving to Sydney too.”

“Dad, you can’t—”

He held up a hand, halting me. “You’re my daughter, Grace, not my mother. Don’t start trying to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

“What about your job?”

Dad shrugged as though the decades of time spent working at the garage was just a blip on his radar of life. “I’ve got long service leave out the wazoo. I’ll give ’em a call. Arrange for six months, and then we can go from there.”

The intercom buzzer cut through the loft. We all paused while Casey stood to answer it. He flipped on the video monitor at the wall and Mac’s face came to life. “Oh good. You are here.”

“Of course we’re here,” he told her.

I saw her look left to someone off screen before smirking at Casey. “Is it safe to come up or are you busy rubbing one out like you were last time?”

Dad choked on his drink and Coby snorted with laughter from beside me. Henry had to get up and slap dad on the back pretty hard.

I wanted to jump instantly to Casey’s defence by saying he wasn’t in the habit of “rubbing one out” at all times of the day or night, but talking to your dad about your boyfriend’s jacking off habits was a topic best left alone. Besides, it was quite possible Casey did jack off all the time. Then I flushed hot and red because I was sitting in the living room next to Coby, my dad sitting opposite me, and all I could see was Casey naked and stroking his cock.

While I was burning up from embarrassment on the couch, Casey appeared unaffected. His dimples popped when he laughed at Mac. “Have you been talking to Travis?”

“No.” Quinn appeared on the screen waving, a grin on her face. “Me.”

“Thanks for throwing me under the bus, Quinn,” Casey replied.

Quinn disappeared rapidly off screen, giving a little “oomphf” as though she’d been pushed. Mac filled the screen again, booming, “Let us up, asshead.”

“Who’s ‘us’?” Casey asked, suddenly wary.

“Everyone.” Evie appeared from behind Mac. “And be quick. I brought Mr Chow’s and I’m hungry enough to eat a rhinoceros.”

“Who brought Mr Chow’s?” I heard Jared grumble.

“You did, baby,” came her loving reply.

“And I brought champagne,” Mac added.

“You told me to bring the champagne,” Travis complained from somewhere within the pile of people out the front of the loft.

“Yeah, but you forgot, didn’t you?”

There was a brief pause by the entire group while they waited for Travis to reply. He didn’t.

“Let us up, Casey,” Mac growled. “I have it on good authority that Grace made Morgan bleed. We need to celebrate. And then we need to discuss why I wasn’t called in on the smackdown. I really think—”

Casey hit the buzzer, effectively cutting Mac off and letting everyone in the building at the same time. After flicking open the locks, he took my hand, muttered an, “excuse us for a minute,” at my dad, Henry and Coby, and hauled me to his room, shutting the door behind us.

“You can’t keep hauling me around, Casey,” I complained, even though I secretly liked his bossy side. It was nice letting someone else take the reins for a little while.

Casey pressed me up against the wall near the door. “Or what?” He grinned. “You’ll punch me so hard I’ll be spitting teeth for a week?”

“Yes,” I replied stubbornly. My next question threw him. “How often do you jack off?”

His brows flew up. “Really? You want to talk dirty right now with your father in the next room? Because if you start this conversation, I’ll be finishing it, and I don’t think you really have any idea of how loud you are when you come.” His arms came around me, his hands landing on my ass and shoving me against him. “It’s fucking hot.”

Loud voices, dog barks, and laughter began filtering in, indicating the loft was filling rapidly with visitors. I knew they were all here to see for themselves that I was okay and to find out about Kelly, the scary-ass biker dude brother of my boyfriend, yet my body was more interested in doing exactly what Casey wanted.