30. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Kaitlyn
The cool air on the balcony beckons me while Griffin takes a call in his office from the U.S. He kissed my temple and told me he’d only be a few minutes, so I grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack, popped the cork, and carried it outside with a glass in hand. The coolness of the concrete feels good on my feet. The breeze on my face is trying to wipe away the two minutes between our bubble and the car door. The press here is vile. That’s the only word I have that isn’t constant swearing in multiple languages.
Griffin did everything he could to console me. He said and did all the right things. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take away the ugly rewind that keeps going around and around in my head. When I said I could live here, I meant it. However, right now, here at this moment, I’m more homesick than I’ve ever been.
I sit down on the chaise tucked near the balcony railing. The bottom of my wine glass makes a subtle clink as I set it beside me to lie back and do the only thing that will help. I call for back up. Gillian.
I know it’s near Joseph’s bedtime, but I’m hoping Jason is in the middle of his storybook so Gilly can reel me back in. By the third ring, she answers softly, “I was wondering when you’d call. It’s been a couple of days.”
“I know. I’m sorry. London is kind of wild.”
“I’ve noticed, from afar, of course. Some friends keep sending me social media posts they see about you.”
“Gillian, I’m so sorry. Just ignore those. They’re horrible and filled with lies. You don’t need to see them.”
“I have to be honest though, Pixie, in some of those pictures, you’re looking much closer than two people faking it.” I can hear her chopping away at something on a cutting board.
“I was actually meaning to call you because, well, we told his mom the truth. All of it.”
“Whoa, okay, so what does that mean?”
“It means we’re going to try to make this a real thing. You were right that day back home. I do love him, and he told me he feels the same.” Saying it out loud feels so nice.
“Can I be honest with you?”
“I would hope that’s all you ever are with me.”
“Good, because I am really worried about you.”
“Gillian, I—”
“Please, let me finish. I see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. You’ve fallen really hard, and that’s all amazing right now, but how long can you really take everything the press does? It’s not going to calm down or get better. That will be your life. Are you all right with that?”
“I just know he makes me happy. He’s so intelligent and kind, and he treats me like a princess. His princess. You should see his place here. It’s an apartment, but it’s like twenty of my apartments put together. He loves Marilyn and I’m starting to think she loves him more than me. My feelings come first. I love working for him and his team.
“You’d love his mother. She’s this stunning woman, who, when she’s mad, speaks in half Italian and half English. Honestly, when I met her, she reminded me of Mom. That’s why I couldn’t lie to her. Griffin didn’t fight me on it. He could see what I needed in my eyes and he simply said, okay. I can’t let all of this go.”
“Kaitlyn. You didn’t answer my question. I love hearing all this. I do. In fact, I like Griffin. Even knowing it was bullshit, I still liked him. I need you to answer my question. Can you handle the press and what they’re saying? Can you handle never truly having privacy? Can you handle the lies?”
This is why I called her. I needed someone to push me. I needed someone to say the hard thing and make me look at it. “Gilly, I…I don’t know.”
“Exactly. That’s my biggest concern here. I know you love him, but, Pixie, you have to love yourself more. Will you promise me you’ll really think about all of this?”
“I never stop thinking about it.”
“I just love you, and I want you to be as happy as you possibly can be. You know that, right?”
“I know. I love you too, Gilly.” I release a breath and reach for my wine. “Go finish dinner. I’m sure Jason is circling you like a hungry shark right about now.”
She laughs. “You’re not wrong. Call me tomorrow?”
“I will. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
We end the call and I toss my phone onto the small table beside the chaise. She gave me so much to consider, but all I know is I’ve never been happier… and that has to be enough. At least for now.
I close my eyes, letting the white noise of the cool breeze and the sound of nature lull me into relaxation. I may have fallen asleep for a moment, because I don’t even hear Griffin open the sliding door or approach my side.
“You took your heels off,” he pouts.
I pop my eyes open and smile. His white dress shirt is open and hanging around his hips. The fabric floats around him with every little bit of air near us. “They were hurting my feet. Sometimes, it hurts to look that good. Taking them off was like an orgasm. I couldn’t resist.”
“Like an orgasm, huh? I’d like to give you a couple of those and test that theory later,” he says with a grin. “Would you like me to rub them for you? I’d like them to feel good enough to put them back on for me later with not much else.”
I tilt my head. “Sounds like someone has a fantasy.”
Griffin sits at my feet. “I do. Her name is Kaitlyn Logan.” He presses his thumb deep into my arch. I can feel the tension release all the way up to my knee. “You know what I just realized?”
“That you can get whatever you want from me as long as you never stop doing what you’re doing right now?” He tickles the tip of my wiggling toe while I wrinkle my nose at him.
He chuckles softly. “No. I don’t know your middle name. I never snuck a peek at your driver’s license.”
“Mmmm. It’s Joy. It’s the same as my mother’s” I arch my back at the sensation. One could argue that it’s almost as good as sex. Almost.
“Joy.”
He says it like he’s working something out in his head. “What?”
“It makes all the sense in the world.” Just when I think he can’t say anything sweeter, that’s what he says. “You know, I really love having you here, in my space. I like seeing our things together.”
And I was wrong, yet again.
“I’ve never lived like this with someone before. I mean, Martin would stay a day or two and vice versa, never a twenty-four seven thing. I didn’t know if I could do it.”
His thumb moves to my other foot. “Now you know you can?”
“More like now I know I want to.”
His sparkling white smile grows even wider for just a second. “Were you talking to someone on the phone? I thought I heard your voice.”
“I called Gilly. Needed a girl minute.”
“A girl minute? What did this minute involve?”
“Well. She’s seen all the things on the internet.”
“Fuck.”
“No, wait. I told her about your mother. I told her this is real. I told her I love you.”
Griffin
They know. The world knows. It’s like chains falling off my body. This beautiful woman loves me. I love her more than my mere words could ever tell her. Right here, right now, I want to show her.
I release her foot from my grasp, tugging her body toward mine at the end of the chaise. She makes a little sound of surprise as her skin slides against the fabric coming to a stop at my thighs. My lips reach in to take a taste from hers. The faintest bit of coconut coats my lips. I fear my teeth may or may not have left an indent in her perfect skin.
My left arm holds her close while my right hand begins a walk from her knee, disappearing under the hem of her dress, allowing my fingers to dance along the hidden line of lace beneath the cover.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“What does it feel like?” I respond.
Kaitlyn giggles softly. “What? Here? Won’t someone see us?”
“No,” I exhale. “Never. In fact…” I move from the chaise and pull her to her feet, twisting her around so her front is pressed to the railing, overlooking the city below.
I stand behind her, flush to her back, and wrap my arm around her middle and slip in underneath her dress.
“Oh God,” she whimpers when my hand slips down the front of her panties and the pads of my fingers glide over her swollen clit.
“You smell incredible,” I growl, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
“More,” she begs, rocking her hips back against me.
“Greedy girl.” I chuckle, but I oblige her by slipping my middle and ring fingers into her body, hooking them up in a come-hither motion.
The strap of her dress falls from her shoulder, and I can’t resist letting my other hand snake around and palm her breast. Her nipple is hard between my fingers when I squeeze.
“Griffin,” she whimpers. “I need you.”
Like a woman on a mission, she whips around in my arms and grabs my face in both of her hands, smashing her lips to mine. Somewhere along the way, her dress ends up bunched around her waist, and my shirt hits the ground.
“Lie down,” I command and she does as she’s told.
Her body is spread on the chaise for me and I grab her by the thighs and yank her down to the end, where I’m kneeling. I lift her body so I can remove her panties and tuck them into my pocket while she works at my waist. Her fingers tremble as she struggles to open the latch of my trousers, then tugs the zipper down tooth by tooth.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this here. I’m excited,” she says with a smile. My girl has an exhibitionist fantasy. I’ll have to explore more of this later.
“Be loud,” I tell her while I fist my cock in my hands. “I want your voice to echo off these walls. I want to walk out here later and still be able to hear you in my mind.”
She drapes her thighs over mine as I line up and sink deep inside of her with one swift movement. No condom. Nothing between us. Skin to skin.
I hold us still for a moment, allowing me to be selfish. I want to savor the feeling of us truly becoming one for the first time with no barrier or boundaries. She feels every bit as good and more. Her back is arched perfectly in my hands. Her jaw is taut somewhere between pain and pleasure.
“I know who I am when I’m with you,” I growl. “You’re the kind of power I need.”
Slowly, I begin to move as her first true sigh vibrates in my ears. It sends the best kind of chill through my body. My hands guide her from the tip of my cock and back to the root. With every movement, every motion, we’re solidifying our desires.
“You feel so good inside me,” she purrs, sliding her hands up her own body until her arms are outstretched above her head, gripping on to the cushions.
I look down and watch my cock moving in and out of her. It’s erotic, it’s obscene, and it’s fucking perfect.
“Turn over, baby,” I say as I grip her hips and help her flip onto her hands and knees.
She peeks back at me over her shoulder when I line up behind her and push myself back into her body. “Griffiiiiiin,” she moans and her eyes roll closed.
Curling my fingers into the curves of her ass, I pump my hips forward, slamming into her roughly. The sound of sex, skin slapping skin, echoes off the walls of my balcony. “Play with your clit. I want you to come first.”
I see her shoulder move when she lifts one hand from the chaise cushion and slips down between her thighs. I slide one hand up her spine and grip the hair at the base of her neck, using it, and her, as leverage to fuck her savagely.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!” she screams. I can feel her pussy rippling around me. She’s close.
“God.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Damn.” Thrust. “Come for me, Kaitlyn.” Thrust.
She clamps around me like a vise. While Kaitlyn cries out some version of my name when she crests the hill, I can’t hold on any longer. With a guttural growl, I push into her up to the hilt and come inside of her. My cock pulsates and throbs. We just stay like this, with me inside of her and her body slack against the cushion. I don’t think I can move. I never want this feeling to end.
I can feel a lone bead of sweat trickling down my spine. My chin raises to the heavens, hoping to meld my body and my being back into one person because this experience with Kaitlyn has been otherworldly.
“I wish I had a camera,” Kaitlyn whispers.
My chin lowers to my chest slowly as I reopen my eyes and regard my beautiful girlfriend still nearly purring like a kitten. “Dare I ask why?”
“If you could see how beautiful you look right now, Griffin, you wouldn’t be asking me that question. Wow. That was….”
I take a deep breath and exhale. “Mmmm. Indeed.”
Begrudgingly, I slide out from inside her, gently collapsing to her side. A few strands of her blond hair are delicately pasted to her skin with the sweat of near exhaustion. “How do you manage to look stunning all the time?”
“I think you’re biased.”
“I most certainly am and proud of it.”
“I think we could use a shower,” she says as she traces my jawline with her finger.
“We.” I smile and kiss her lips. “I adore how you say we.”