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was draped over his thighs. The weight of her felt amazing. She held her breath, her muscles stiff. She didn’t speak, just waited, keeping both feet on the ground and holding his calf.
    Grant started rubbing her ass, running his hand down her thighs. It felt good to be finally touching her. He wished that he would’ve made her drop her jeans so that he could rub her naked bottom, but he didn’t want to scare her more. When he heard her moan and move against him, his cock jerked. Grant laughed silently to himself, and she went limp on his lap. He started slow, slapping each cheek, and worked up until she was shifting, moving on his lap. With each slap that landed, Alyssa moved up to meet his hand, begging for more. After a few minutes, Grant rubbed his hands over her ass and thighs, bringing her down.
    She was moving on him, humping his thigh, trying to rub her clit against his leg. He wanted her to come, to feel pleasure. He pushed his hand in between her thighs until he was touching her pussy through her jeans. They were soaked. He took his time, rubbing small circles and adding pressure, listening to her moans and sighs. After only a minute of Grant playing with her, she came with a loud screech. She lay across his lap twitching, and he felt such pride, he gave her pleasure. He helped her to stand up, but Alyssa wouldn’t make eye contact. She looked upset, and he didn’t understand what she could possibly be upset about.
    “Alyssa.” Grant stood in front of her, and she wouldn’t look at him. She shook her head. “Okay, I’ll walk you to the motel.” He didn’t push her, just opened the door and let her walk in front of him. Justin was standing by the bar with a big smile, and Grant realized that he probably heard her come. He shook his head at him and followed her out the front door and down the street toward the motel.
    He followed behind her, hoping the right words would come. He shoved his hands in his pockets to prevent himself from pulling her into his arms. He wanted to kiss her, to apologize, to beg her to talk to him. She walked in silence, staring at the ground, pretending not to notice him. When they reached the door, she pulled out the keycard and slipped inside the room without ever turning around to acknowledge him.
    He laid his head against the door, willing it to open, begging her in his mind. No words would come, and when he heard the locks shove into place, he closed his eyes and realized that this whole night was a complete disaster.
     
     
    A knock at the door brought him back to reality, and he sat up straight as Justin opened the office door. He leaned against the frame. “Everyone’s here. You ready for dinner?”
    “Yeah, I guess. Is Alyssa sitting at the end of the table surrounded by Jessica and Bella?” He felt bitter and irritated, although he tried hard not to show it. He had tried so many times to talk to her. Each time he got close, she pulled away.
    “No, she left when you went to the office.” Justin shrugged his shoulders, which meant that he was pretending he didn’t care when in fact he did.
    “Shit. I’m sorry, Justin. I ruined things for you again. For us.” Grant got up, feeling like hell. Justin stopped him when he got to the door by putting his hand on his shoulder.
    “No. No, you didn’t do anything wrong, bro. Stop beating yourself up. She’ll come around or she’s not the girl for us,” Justin told him, the look completely sincere.
    “Maybe I read the signs all wrong. I really thought she was the one, or at least I thought she could be.” He hadn’t meant to scare her, and he felt horrible. His heart felt heavy in his chest. Her pleasure was real, and she had enjoyed the spanking. Her body language couldn’t be a lie. She had an orgasm in his lap. That wasn’t fake.
    “You didn’t read her wrong. I’ve told you that. She was just scared of her response. She’ll come around. Now, let’s go feed our guests and have some fun.” Justin gave him