Chapter Eight
They’d barely been gone an hour and hadn’t even stepped out of the car.
She was ready to call him on it when he pulled back into the lot and parked his car.
Then she’d seen the heat in his eyes, and just like that, she was primed and ready.
One look and she was practically running up the stairs, eager to see what he had in mind this time.
He fumbled the keys in the door. She laughed. Their eyes met, and his deep rumble melded with hers. He pushed open the door, and she stepped through with his heat right behind her. The door closed with a slam, and she was pulled back and pinned against it by his body.
His mouth found hers and invaded, conquered.
No light teasing nips or subtle exploration.
This was take, consume, and devour. She felt the hard thrust of his cock where he settled between her thighs, and she grasped his shoulders, holding tight.
He slipped a hand between their bodies, and she anticipated the feel of those talented fingers on her breasts, teasing her nipples.
But he slid them lower, unsnapping her jeans and spreading the zipper apart.
He slipped inside her pants then down into her panties, making her jolt as he rubbed circles over her clit.
A moan spilled from her throat as she pulled from his kiss, panting.
His lips skimmed over her cheek to her ear where he sucked and nipped at the lobe before moving down to her jaw.
He set her on fire. She ached for him. Only for him.
She’d never experienced this type of desire.
“Griff,” she moaned. “Naked. Let’s get naked.”
“Hell, yes.” His finger gave her clit one more tap that had her entire body quivering before he pulled his hand free and grasped her shirt, ripping it up and over her head.
His eyes zeroed in on her breasts, and her nipples tightened to impossibly harder points. His breath shuddered out, and he stepped back without touching her newly exposed skin.
“Get moving, Honor. I want you to the point I’m about to take you against the door.”
She shrugged. The door looked fucking sturdy to her.
“Hard door. Soft mattress. Your choice.”
“The only wood I want is what you’re sporting,” she purred. She cupped his denim-covered erection, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Then you’d better get your ass moving.”
“Or what?” It was a dare, and she knew it.
“Honor,” he grunted as she gave his cock one more squeeze before letting go.
“Prepared to take what you want?” She threw the words over her shoulder as she practically ran toward his bedroom.
His laugh made her belly do flipflops. The man was lethal.
“Oh, I’m prepared. Prepared to fuck you senseless then start all over again. Christ, you make me feel eighteen again.”
“I can handle you.” She turned, reaching to unclasp her bra, and found herself tumbled onto the bed.
He came over her, pulled away the unfastened bra and tossed it aside.
His mouth zeroed in on one nipple, and he sucked it deep, working it with lips, teeth and tongue.
She cried out, bowing her back off the mattress in hopes of pressing more of her flesh into his mouth.
He eagerly accepted before moving to the other and feeding there.
Her legs thrashed. Too many clothes. They had on too many clothes.
His lips slid down her abdomen, tasting her flesh. He paused to nibble here or there as if he was in no hurry. She knew where his hot mouth was headed, though, and she wanted it there.
“Griff,” she moaned again, tugging his hair in a vain attempt to pull him where she wanted him.
His laugh washed over her again before his teeth gave her a sharp tug, which had her pussy clenching with need.
His tongue dipped inside her open jeans, tracing over the skin at the edge of her panties.
She really wished she’d forgone putting them on now.
She bit her lip, softened her fingers into a caress where they were still buried in his hair, and forced her body to relax.
He rose up to his knees between her sprawled thighs.
He gripped her knee and pushed her leg up, grasping her shoe and pulling it off to toss aside.
Her sock followed before he moved to the other leg.
She was panting and brought her fingers up to play with her nipples.
They were so sensitive from his mouth, and each tug sent a jolt of desire coursing through her womb to her sex.
She’d never been this primed and ready to go.
He slid back until he stood at the foot of the bed.
Grasping the bottom of her jeans, he gave them a tug.
She lifted her hips off the bed and moved her hands to help shove them over her hips as he pulled them free and tossed them aside.
Her clothes were going to be everywhere by the time she was naked.
“Take your panties off.” His voice was deep. His eyes were glazed with heated desire. His hair had come free and spilled around his shoulders and face. She loved his hair. Especially when it was draped over her thighs while his mouth brought her pleasure.
Honor lifted her hips and tugged the fabric over her ass before sitting up.
She shimmied them down until they dangled from one ankle.
He grabbed them and tossed them aside but held onto her ankle.
Her hand slid to her clit and rubbed over it.
His growl and the look in his eyes were all the warning she got before he gave her a tug that had her falling back as he pulled her to the edge of the bed.
He shoved her legs wide, knelt between them and buried his face between her thighs.
His tongue jabbed her clit, flicking and licking over it, while two fingers thrust inside her sheath.
He fucked her mercilessly. No slow build up.
Just fast, furious strokes of his fingers while his tongue tormented her.
She came quick and hard, her body bowing off the mattress as she screamed her release.
He stood between her spread thighs and practically ripped open his pants. His cock was long, thick perfection as it was revealed, and she wanted it. To taste it, suck it, fuck it. She didn’t care. She just wanted it. Every inch inside her somewhere.
“Fuck,” he muttered the word as he looked over to the bedside table and the box of condoms.
“No,” she whispered, and his gaze snapped back to focus on her. “Just you. I want to feel you. Bare. Nothing between us.”
He licked his lips and nodded.
“Bare,” he murmured. “Lift.” He tapped her thighs, and she lifted them, letting him guide them where he wanted.
She ended up with them high along his chest with her heels resting on his shoulders.
Then he aligned his cock and thrust hard inside her.
Holy mother of God! The penetration was incredible.
So deep. She’d never had sex without a condom.
The sensation of his flesh filling hers with nothing separating them was indescribable.
He wrapped an arm around her legs where they rested against his chest while the other held her hip as he thrust hard and fast. He turned his head and nipped her toe then sucked it softly.
That quickly, she was there again, trembling on the edge of an orgasm that was almost frightening in its promised intensity.
“Griff!” she screamed as she fought to breathe. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to stave off the impending orgasm or struggling to reach it.
“Come for me, honey.” His voice washed over her. “Show me how good my dick feels fucking you.”
He nipped her toe again, and she bucked against him.
She came with a low guttural moan, which was all she could manage as she continued to gasp for breath.
Her pussy squeezed down on him, making him fight for every thrust and retreat.
She gritted her teeth and clenched her hands into the covers.
Her nipples were turgid points that ached and throbbed.
Her toes were curled, and she felt strung like a bow, ready to snap with the least amount of pressure.
Then she did break, riding the crest of the orgasm. It washed through her, both soothing and electrifying every nerve in her body. She was weightless, floating in a sea of pleasure.
Griff groaned as he joined her. She felt his heat as he held his cock deep and spilled inside her. His breath fanned over her toes as he panted. She didn’t fight the smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth.
“What’s that smile about?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good.”
“Me, either.” He eased her legs down his chest and shifted his hips back, pulling his spent cock from her.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. It was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had.” She glanced at him. “Including last night.”
His grin was all cocky arrogance and dark promise. “Wait until next time. It’ll only get better and better.”
She wanted there to be a next time. And a time after that. How long would she have with him before it was all over, and she had to leave?
“Need the bathroom?” He nodded toward the attached restroom she’d used since she’d been here.
“No, I need to lie here for a minute. Catch my breath.”
“I like you all sprawled out, naked and satisfied, on my bed.”
She laughed.
“I’ll be right back.”
He headed to the bathroom, and she heard him through the closed door as he moved around.
She wondered what he thought about them engaging without the protection of a condom.
She felt as if he’d marked her, claimed her in a way that no other man had.
Or ever would again. She couldn’t imagine feeling this much pleasure with anyone else.
She was satisfied. And tired. She’d close her eyes until he finished in the bathroom. Then she’d go clean up and see what else he planned for the night. Instead, she woke up some time later, alone in bed. She pulled on her panties and one of Griff’s T-shirts before searching for him.
“I don’t think she’s realized yet.”
Griff’s voice reached her as she stepped from the bedroom.
It washed over her like déjà vu. Hadn’t she been in the same scenario with Vince?
Panic wanted to set in, but she shook it off.
She hadn’t known Griff a long time, which was funny considering how many times they’d had sex, but she already trusted him. Her instincts were usually pretty good.
Fuck being sneaky and slinking down the hall. She walked in and stood there glaring at him.
“I’ll talk to you later, Chetan.” He laughed at whatever Chetan said but never took his eyes off her face. She knew he could see how pissed off she was. “Yeah, you could say that.”
He hung up and tossed the phone aside before moving across the room toward her. She shifted, putting the couch between them.
“You could say what?”
“That I’m in deep shit.”
“So, you were talking about me.” It was a statement, not a question, but he nodded anyway.
“Chetan was giving me some information. I told him I wouldn’t lie to you. He asked if you’d figured it out yet, and I said no.”
Honor stood there, running everything through her mind.
“Son of a bitch!” she exploded. “He called my father. Jack fucking called him when I asked him not to.”
“He did.”
“I have to call him myself. Explain. Make sure he’s okay. Where’s my phone?” Her movements were jerky. Was he okay? Had Vince and whoever was with him hurt her dad? She needed to hear his voice. Know he was okay.
“Honor.” Griff’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her close.
“Let go.” She fought to free herself. She didn’t want his touch right now.
“Honor, it’s okay. Zach’s okay.”
His words reached inside her and freed her lungs to breathe.
“How do you know?”
“He called Jack just over an hour ago. They have Vince and two guys who were with him. They’re cousins it seems. Zach has it all under control.”
“Good. Good.” She was fighting. Why did she feel tears gathering? Her dad was safe. Vince was taken care of. She could move on.
“Relax, Honor.” Griff’s hands soothed up and down her spine. “Your dad’s okay. He’s okay.”
She shuddered and finally, gave rein to the tears. There it was, out in the open. She’d been terrified something might happen to her father. That he might not prove as immortal as she liked to believe.
“He’s all I have,” she said as tears poured down her cheeks and coated his chest. “He’s all I have.”
“Shh.” Griff scooped her up against his chest and carried her to the couch. “Everything’s okay. It’s all okay now.”
She wasn’t sure how long they stayed there.
He cradled her on his lap while he stroked and soothed her with hands and words.
It was as if years of pent-up emotions spilled out, as if she felt safe enough to let them go.
He did that to her, for her. She wondered how much of herself she’d leave behind when she left.
“I should call him,” she said when her tears were spent. She could only imagine how she must look with red, swollen eyes and a puffy, tear-stained face.
“He’s a little busy, right now. He said he’d call you as soon as the dust settles, and he has some answers. That’s what Chetan said.”
“Sounds normal.”
She could be patient. Her dad was always telling her she needed to work on that. He’d call as soon as he could. She just had to keep herself busy. She could spend the time with Griff. If he wanted her to. She was assuming a lot.
“I’m hoping you’ll stay here.” He cleared his throat, tightened his arms around her. “With me. Until he does.”
She looked up at him, and relief washed through her at realizing he was thinking the same thing. “I’d like to.”
He leaned down and softly kissed her lips, her cheeks, the tip of her nose. When she let her eyes drift closed, she felt the whisper of his lips over each eyelid.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime, Honor.”
They sat there a while longer, and Honor felt safe and secure wrapped in his arms. It scared her, the way she seemed to feel so much so fast for him. She tried to convince herself it was merely the great sex, but that wouldn’t have him holding her and offering comfort.
He stood, and she automatically wrapped her arms around his neck. No one had ever carried her. Not as a grown, six-foot-tall woman. He made her feel dainty, feminine.
“Feel like sex?” she whispered as he entered the bedroom and nudged the door closed with his foot.
“No.” He set her on the bed and stood to shove his jeans down and off. His thick erection made her meet his eyes with a lifted brow.
“No?”
He smiled. “Honestly, I think we could both use a little more sleep. And I really want to hold you.”
Her heart melted. Any thought of leaving was gone.
She didn’t know what she felt for him or what he felt for her.
What she did know was, there was something between them with the potential to grow.
She wanted the chance to see where it led.
She’d give herself the next forty-eight hours to convince him of the same thing.