5. Blue
FIVE
Blue
T he balmy night air wraps around us as we make our way to the resort's night club. It's a little after eight, but there are people swimming and at the pool bar, but it's the deep bass from the other side of the deck that has my attention.
My hips begin to sway before we're even in the line to get in. "You really like to dance, huh?" Griffin asks from behind me. His warm breath fans across my neck, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in its wake.
"I do, but my ex hated it." God, why do I keep bringing him up?
"Fuck him." Griffin wraps an arm around my waist and pulls my back flush with his front. "Lucky you, I love to dance." He swivels his hips in a fluid motion that just screams, I fuck like a God.
Lucky me indeed.
I'm on edge by the time we make it inside. My body feels electric, like it's pulsing and humming and alive with lust.
"Drinks first?" I ask Griffin.
"What?"
I stop walking and he bumps into me. I pop up onto my tippy toes and lean my head back onto his shoulder, while gesturing for him to lean into me. "Drinks first?" I ask again, my lips nearly brushing his neck.
He stares down at me with an indecipherable look. "Lead the way baby doll."
My lips quirk up into a small grin. The first time he called me that I wanted to claw his eyes out, but now...well, let's just say it's growing on me. He's growing on me.
The more time we spend together, the more I realize Griffin's more than a pretty face. He's actually kind of amazing. And if our brief encounter this morning is anything to go on, he's definitely skilled with his hands.
"Four shots of tequila," I shout to the bartender, shaking off my melancholy.
Now's not the time to be sad; God knows I'll have plenty of time to mope once this trip is over. So, until then, I'm going to make the most of every moment.
I grab two shot glasses and pass them to Griffin before double-fisting my own. We each raise one in a silent toast before tossing them back. "God! Gross!" I cringe, but slam the second shot all the same.
Wicked flames of amusement dance in Griffin's eyes as he watches me. "Ready?"
I nod and he takes my hand, guiding me out to the center of the dance floor.
Just as we find a spot to call ours, the track changes, and a song with a deep, sexy bass line pumps through the speakers. Griffin doesn't waste any time, immediately pulling me to him and sliding his thigh between mine.
We move together like we've been doing it forever. Our bodies are in perfect harmony, dipping, shimmying, swaying and grinding. My entire being feels overheated, and when Griffin rolls his hips, pressing his sizable erection into me, I nearly moan.
"You feel so good," he murmurs before grabbing my shoulders and spinning me so that my back is pressed to his chest. His right hand finds purchase on my hip while his left clamps down around my exposed thigh. "Like fucking heaven."
His voice is a growl and it leaves my panties a little damp. If I didn't think hooking up with him would result in further heartbreak for me, I'd be on his dick in an instant.
But men like Griffin are dangerous. They're the kind of men who break hearts and headboards. And I sure as hell don't need any more heartbreak in my life.
"You're not too bad either," I say, pleased at how steady my voice sounds. Dancing with Griffin is better foreplay than anything Blake and I ever did.
"Baby doll, I'm a hell-of-a lot better than not too bad. I'm fucking amazing." He drags his hand up my thigh and beneath the hem of my dress, allowing his fingers to brush along my panties. "I'd be the best you ever had."
I don't bother with a comeback, because I know he has the goods and the moves to match the big dick energy he throws around like confetti. More than likely, he’d ruin me for anyone who came after.
But even knowing all of that, I can't help but wonder if maybe some mindless O's that leave me feeling like a spineless jellyfish is exactly what I need? The problem is I know that with Griffin, I wouldn't be able to leave my heart out of the equation.
Somehow, he’s managed to tap a line into my libido and my feels...the sexy motherfucker.
Before I can do something stupid, like shove his fingers beneath the my excruciatingly damp panties, I spin out of his embrace. "I need another drink!"
Griffin smirks, like he knows exactly what I'm doing—fleeing.
He follows closely behind, refusing to give me the space I so desperately need. I step up to the bar, hoping he'll slide into the empty spot next to me, but nope.
He crowds me from behind, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.
"Don't do this," he murmurs right as the bartender approaches.
"What'll it be?"
"Two more shots of tequila please good sir!"
The bartender nods as he grabs two shot glasses, filling them both.
"Do what?"
"Don't run from me, Blue."
I roll my eyes and lie through my teeth. "I'm not."
Griffin interlaces his fingers over my pelvis and pulls me completely flush against him. "You are. I make you feel things you don't want to feel."
Two shot glasses materialize in front of me and I down them in rapid succession. "Cocky, much?"
"What did I tell you? It’s not cocky if it's true, baby doll."
I scoff and in one fluid movement, Griffin somehow manages to spin me around, step into me, and hike my right leg up over his hip. The feel of his fingers digging roughly into my thigh nearly has me panting with need.
"So, you're telling me you're not wet right now?”
"What?" I ask, dumbfounded. Sure, we've been dancing around our mutual attraction, but this isn't a dance, it's a full-blown Broadway number and I don't know my lines.
He leans into me further, pressing his lips to crook of my neck before kissing his way up my ear. "You mean to tell me that your pretty little pussy's not dripping for me?" His filthy words are delivered in such a soft whisper I almost wonder if he really spoke them aloud.
Maybe this is all a fever dream after drinking on the beach all day, because that's the only plausible explanation I can think of when I part my lips and say, "Why don't you find out."
The only warning I get is a wicked grin. His lips claim mine in tandem with his index finger sliding beneath the elastic of my panties. I open for him instantly, my body and mind lost to the dual sensation of his seeking tongue and skilled finger.
He slides his index finger over my slit before pushing the single digit inside of me, fucking me with it in time with his kiss.
I claw at the fabric of his shirt as be bites at my lip. "That's right baby doll, show everyone here who you belong to."
"Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?" My words are choppy and dripping with pleasure.
"Or," Griffin whispers before licking my neck. "I could get you off right here, right up against this bar."
My eyes flare in panic. "People can see us!"
"All they see is me standing close to you.
They don't know I'm a knuckle deep in your greedy pussy.
They don't know you're dripping for me." His words are a rough whisper that send a pulse of need to my already throbbing clit.
"They don't know how badly you wish it was my cock filling you.
And if you can be a good girl and stay quiet, they'll never know.
They'll just think we're two horny vacationers who like to makeout with an audience. "
I'm panting. Dizzy. Desperate. "Yes," I whimper, wiggling my hips in search of friction. "Yes!"
"That's it, baby doll. Stay still and let me make you come."
I clasp my hands around his neck and pull his lips to mine for another brain-melting kiss right as he slides in another finger, pumping and curling them in a way that damn near has me levitating.
I'm hot, burning up really. Sweaty and trembling as my orgasm approaches. "So close," I murmur into his kiss.
"I can feel it. Your pussy is squeezing my fingers. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. Come, baby doll. Come and let me take you back to the room."
He presses his thumb to my clit, and like a rocket, I fucking detonate.
"Oh, my God," I groan as I roll from my side to my back.
"How're you feeling?" Griffin asks, sounding far too chipper for my poor, soggy, hungover brain.
My ears ring with the sound of his voice. "Why are you yelling?"
"Not yelling, baby doll."
"Shh!" I fold my pillow up on either side to cover my ears.
"C'mon," he murmurs as softly as a freaking freight train. The bed dips. "Up and at 'em."
"No thanks."
"Do you really want to sleep away an entire day of your trip?"
Ugh. Damn him for making a valid point. "Fine." I release the pillow and slowly peel back one eyelid and then the other. "It's so bright. Why? Why is it so bright?"
Griffin chuckles. "It's just the lamp Blue."
"With like a four-hundred-watt bulb."
"Pretty sure it's just your run of the mill sixty."
I glare at him and his lips tip up into a full-on grin.
"Gotcha some water, a Gatorade, and some Advil."
"What?"
He ignores my question. "Chug the water and take two pain killers. I'll start the shower for you and you can drink the Gatorade in there."
I blink my eyes before pinching my thigh. "Ouch!"
"What?"
"Nothing. I...just...this isn't a dream?"
Griffin shoots me a perplexed look. "Definitely not."
"Huh," is all I can say in reply. Because Blake wouldn't have ever even considered nursing me back to health from a hangover. No, he would have told me it was my own fault and then lectured me on being more responsible. So yeah, this totally feels like a dream.
He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the Advil, popping the cap off and passing me two. "C'mon. Take these and I'll order breakfast while you shower."
"Um, okay. Yeah. Thanks."
He stands and heads to the bathroom, apparently to start a shower for me.
I follow his instructions before standing and following after him.
It's not until I stand that I realize I'm wearing an oversized shirt instead of my pajamas—his shirt if the divine smell is anything to go by—and nothing else.
"Griffin, did we..."
"Did we what?"
"Did we fuck?"
His eyes twinkle. "What do you remember from last night?"
My brow furrows as I cue up a replay of yesterday in my brain.
Our morning started off a little awkward and I spent the entire day turned on after listening to him get off in the shower like the perv I apparently am.
We beached it and drank most of the day.
Then we had dinner and talked about literally anything and everything under the sun.
And then we went dancing and...my cheeks heat and my pussy throbs as I remember the way Griffin finger-fucked me against the bar with people all around us.
Unfortunately, anything after the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life is a total blank.
"I remember everything up until you getting me off in the club."
His lips quirk in amusement, like the gaps in my memory are the funniest thing ever.
"If we fucked and I don't remember it, I'm going to be pissed for the rest of my life. You know that, right?"
Griffin steps away from the shower and prowls toward me. "Baby doll, by the time we got back from the club, you were out of it. Those last two shots probably hit right around the same time as you creaming all over my fingers. So, I brought you home, helped you change and tucked you in."
"So...we didn't?"
"Trust me, you'd know if we did. You'd feel it."
"Well, the only thing I feel like right now is shit."
He moves even closer, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. "If we'd have fucked last night, if I'd have been inside your sweet little pussy, you wouldn't be feeling like shit. Wrecked, maybe. Sore, for sure. But not like shit. Never like shit."
All I can manage is a shaky nod, my words seemingly lodged somewhere in the back of my throat. Which is probably for the best, because I think if I did manage to speak, I'd end up begging him to wreck me here and now on the bathroom floor.
"Go shower and I'll order room service, okay?"
Another nod.
"Call me if you need help."
My brain, the pervy little organ, immediately starts flashing all the ways he could help. With his fingers, his tongue, his gigantic dick.
As though he can sense my dirty thoughts, Griffin wraps his arms around me, palming my ass with both hands. He hauls me into him, and I nearly moan at how good and strong and solid he feels against me.
"Let's table whatever it is that has you rubbing your thighs together and your eyes glazed until you feel better, yeah?
Because Blue, when I fuck you—that's right, when not if—you're going to want to be at your best, okay?
So, for today, let me take care of you and then maybe tomorrow we can see about taking care of each other. Does that sound good?"
Again, I nod.
"Good." He presses a kiss to my temple and then steps around me, leaving me with my flustered thoughts, pounding head, confused heart, and screaming libido.