CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Griffin
A va falls asleep on my shoulder. My ego is tricking me that the orgasms knocked her out. Unless it was arousal mixed with alcohol. It’s less than a ten-minute drive and we’re back at my townhouse.
Ava murmurs, and I choose to lift her into my arms instead of waking her. I like her like this. Dependent on me. Needing me.
I bring her inside, and without even stopping, I climb up the five flights to our bedroom. I lay her on my bed and kiss her forehead, letting her sleep.
God, she’s so beautiful and innocent. Caught in this war she had no hand in.
I strip off my clothes until I’m standing there completely naked. Fuck. I wish she’d wake up and crawl to me. Get on her hands and knees again, but this time to suck my cock.
Instead, she snores and coughs. Adorable.
Naked, I go into the bathroom. I take a shower to rinse myself of sweat coating my skin from our intense car fuck. In the bathroom, I floss, brush my teeth, and trim my beard, plucking unwanted gray hairs. I end the routine with a good skin moisturizing.
My heartrate came down after I climaxed, but I’m still on edge. After a few breaths and stretches, I return to the bedroom.
With a towel low on my hips, my chest rises and falls with effort, seeing Ava sleeping under the covers next to the clown. Her dress is a discarded puddle on the floor. She’s curled into a ball, her head practically buried in the clown’s armpit like she’s...ashamed of what she did.
But why? We fucked so good, even if in my mind I was fucking Hadleigh. Maybe she knew that.
Anger bubbles through me. After what we did, she won’t get rid of that thing. I drop the towel and get into bed on my side.
I turn off the light, fighting the kind of anger that will get me into even more trouble.