Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Griffin
T hank God the maid came today. Fresh sheets, sparkling clean bathroom, and not a trace of last night.
Sorry, but I don’t care to remember those hours when Reese pulled away from me.
If I’d gotten through to Piper yesterday, maybe we could have settled this situation sooner—but hell, it doesn’t matter now. Reese is here. She’s mine. And that’s more than enough.
It’s everything.
I cross to the mini-fridge and pull out a bottle of wine. Anything to give me ten more seconds of control. “Want a glass?”
But when I turn, the bottle slips from my grip. Reese is already half undressed, tugging her shirt over her head and letting it drop to the floor, the hem of her skirt slipping low on her hips. Her fingers curl in my belt loops as she shakes her head, eyes dark with lust.
“No,” she whispers. “I don’t want wine. I want you.”
She yanks me down, her mouth crashing onto mine. Teeth, tongue, desperation. My sweet, careful Reese is gone. This woman is wildfire, and she’s not waiting her turn.
Damn, but I am so here for it.
We stumble toward the bed, shedding clothes, buttons scattering. She shoves me down onto the mattress, straddling me, and that’s when my default setting kicks in—pleasing her. Making the moment all about her.
“Lie back.” My hands roam her curves, greedy, rough, reverent all at once. “Let me taste every inch of you. Your sweet pussy, your soft skin—I want it all.”
But Reese shakes her head, her dark hair brushing her jaw. Her eyes blaze as she leans close, defiant and wild. “Not this time.”
“Reese.” My jaw clenches, the primal need to command bleeding through. “Don’t test me. I’ll tie you up and worship this beautiful body until sunrise.”
Instead of obeying, she slips off me, shimmying out of her skirt and tossing it aside, her bare skin radiant as she crawls back toward me. My cock throbs painfully against denim, because fuck, she’s a goddess.
And then she ruins me for any other woman. Forever.
She sinks to her knees on the mattress, crawling like a slow and deliberate predator disguised as temptation. Her mouth finds my thigh first, teeth nipping through denim hard enough to make me growl. My fingers fist the sheets, because if she keeps this up, I’ll come undone fully clothed.
She drags her tongue over the bulge of my cock, the rough scrape of fabric only amplifying the ache.
I choke out an uneven breath, lungs burning, hips bucking against her mouth with no sense of control.
She takes her time, licking up the rigid line of my stomach, leaving a trail of fire that burns through every nerve.
I’m seconds away from exploding—every muscle strung tight, every ounce of willpower unraveling. Holy fuck, I can barely breathe, and she knows it.
When she finally reaches my chest, she pauses as her lips press a soft kiss right over my heart.
“This will always be my favorite part of you,” she whispers. Then her eyes darken, her mouth brushing mine. “But tonight, every inch of you belongs to me.”
That single kiss guts me. I’ve had every kind of sex—kinky, vanilla, filthy, detached. But devotion? This? It’s brand new. And it’s tearing me open in ways I can’t recover from. If I thought she’d say yes, I’d drop to one knee right now.
She rises, fierce and tender all at once, then works my belt loose, unbuttoning my jeans with maddening precision. My hips arch on instinct, desperate, letting her drag them down.
Her nails skim my length through the thin barrier of fabric, and my body betrays me, bucking up into her touch like a starving man lunging for scraps. I’m seconds from exploding, and she hasn’t even bared me yet.
“Belleza.” It’s all I can manage. The swirl of emotions is too much right now.
She slides my briefs down inch by inch, her mouth following the path of skin she frees. A kiss to my hipbone, a slow lick down my thigh. Every nerve lights up, and I swear my spine’s going to snap from the pressure.
“You’re not the only one who can tease, cowboy,” she murmurs, voice sultry, claiming.
“You can tease me all night.” My control’s gone, shattered the second her tongue skims the edge of my cock. I choke on air. “Christ, you’re killing me.”
Her hand wraps around me, stroking once, deliberately, before her gaze lifts—dark, unbridled passion.
I’ve seen that look before. Clients gave it to me all the time. Admiration, awe, lust. It was an ego stroke—literally. I knew damn well what I was. Thick, wide. A cock built to satisfy.
But this is different. This is Reese.
I don’t want to be worshipped like some body she paid for. I want to be wanted. Chosen. Desired by her .
“You don’t have to—” I start, the words choking out of me, but she shuts me down with a sharp shake of her head.
“Be quiet,” she whispers, eyes blazing. “I’m admiring the view. And what a gorgeous view it is.”
Then her lips part, and she takes me in.
Holy. Fuck. The first slick slide of her mouth has me seeing stars.
Velvet heat surrounds me, her tongue circling my head in languid swirls that unravel me.
My back bows off the bed, every muscle straining.
I can’t hold still, can’t breathe, can’t think.
My hand knots into the sheets, the other twitching, desperate to bury itself in her hair.
“Show me what you want,” she breathes between strokes, her voice low, fierce.
But the words won’t come. I’ve never been allowed to want. My body was for others—performance, service, release. Never me. My needs never mattered.
“Anything’s fine,” I rasp, the old reflex spilling out. Safe. Empty.
Her teeth graze my thigh, sharp enough to make me hiss. Then her nails rake down the muscle, leaving fire in their wake. She pulls back just enough for her eyes to meet mine, dark and unyielding.
“Not good enough.” Her voice is possession and command all in one. “Show me.”
My throat burns. She’s not just touching me—she’s stripping me bare. Giving me what I’ve never had. Not the illusion of control from a client session, but something real. My desire. My need. My ruin.
I finally thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her, and she doesn’t flinch. She moans, the sound vibrating against me like she’s been waiting for me to finally take. That single sound shreds the last of my restraint.
She takes me deeper, throat flexing around me, and a guttural growl rips out of me.
“Holy fuck, yes. Just like that. Don’t stop,” I grunt, hips jerking. The sounds tearing from me aren’t polished—they’re guttural curses, desperate prayers to the goddess wrecking me bone by bone. “Please.”
Her eyes glint as she pulls off, her lips glistening, tongue darting out to savor the taste of me with a slow, deliberate sweep. A shiver rips down my spine at the sight. At the claim.
“I want this. Every part of you,” she whispers, voice husky, reverent.
And then she dives back down, relentless. Her mouth seals around me, sucking me deeper, harder, until the room spins and I’m lost. My head thrashes against the pillow, my hands claw at the sheets, everything inside me breaking loose.
When release rips through me, it’s raw, violent, years of hunger detonating at once.
And all I can think as my vision whites out is that this isn’t a performance. This is hers. She owns me now.
Reese crawls up my body and brushes her lips against mine, sweet and smug. “I think someone enjoyed that.”
“Best ever,” I murmur, scraping a hand over my scalp to ground myself. “Shit, I can barely think right now.”
“That’s the point.” She smiles against my mouth, but when she starts to pull back, instinct roars to life. No, we’re not done. Not even close.
Both my hands slide under her thighs. I haul her up, breath hitching as I drag her higher over me. For one heartbeat she freezes, that damn flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
“My turn.” My voice is rough and gutted. “Ride my face, beautiful. Or I’ll tie you up and make you.”
That’s all it takes. Her pupils blow wide, her body giving in as she settles onto me.
The first taste is ruin. Heat, drenched, musky sweetness—pure addiction coating my tongue. I groan into her, devouring like a man starved. She shudders, thighs trembling against my palms as I pin her down, holding her there.
Her hips roll, grinding into me, and I grip harder, anchoring her while I lick into her, tongue stroking deep, lips sealing over the swollen peak of her clit. She moans, not delicate but raw and needy—the sound tearing through me like gasoline to fire.
I can’t stop. I won’t. Every breath I take is drenched in her, every sound she makes another lash across my chest, dragging me deeper under.
She grips the sides of my head, pressing me tighter, and I growl against her skin, my voice rough with obsession. “Ride me, belleza. Take it. Take everything.”
And when she finally breaks, screaming my name, I damn near come apart all over again, drowning in her taste, in her power, in her.
I’m gutted. My face is wet, beard slick, jaw aching, body strung out, and still, it’s not enough. Not nearly fucking enough.
I wipe the blanket across my face, then haul her up, dragging her across the bed like she weighs nothing. She gasps, half a laugh caught in her throat, until I spin her, chest pressed to the dresser, eyes catching mine in the mirror.
She’s perfection, and I could come again just looking at her.
“I need to be inside you.” I fumble with the condom, my hands clumsy with need. One roll, one second—and I’m there. Surging in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one savage thrust.
Her cry splits the air, mouth open, eyes wide in the mirror. Watching her like this—watching her take me—it’s the filthiest, holiest thing I’ve ever seen.
My hand grips her hip, my other hand a necklace around her throat, claiming her as mine with every thrust. She shudders, body yielding like she’s been waiting for this all along.
“Look,” I snarl, rutting into her so hard the dresser rattles against the wall. “Look at yourself, belleza. Look at the way you’re made for me.”
She clenches down, a helpless whimper spilling from her, and I lose it. My strokes turn savage, relentless, her body slamming into the wood with every stroke.
“You feel that? How tight you are? You’re built for my cock, sweetheart. Nobody’s ever filled you like this. Nobody ever fucking will.”
Her eyes flutter in the mirror, her cries spiraling into desperate gasps, and I bend lower, chest to her back, lips to her ear.
“Mine,” I growl, grinding deeper, stealing every sound she makes. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she sobs, shattering around me, body clenching tight as her release rips through her.
And that’s it—I break. One brutal thrust, then another, and I’m spilling hard, burning her name into my soul as I come undone inside her, lost in the feel of her clutching me, destroying me, owning me.
We’re a tangle of sheets, cartons, and chopsticks, cross-legged on the bed with lo mein between us and beers sweating on the nightstand. Neither of us wanted to move farther than the door, so delivery won.
Reese is trying, and failing, to wrangle a noodle, chasing it around her carton until it slaps against her chin. She groans, laughing. “God, I’m a mess. You’d think at my age I’d know how to handle lo mein by now.”
I just stare at her, chest tight, heart stupidly full.
She catches me watching and arches a brow. “What? Do I have soy sauce on my mouth or something?”
I shake my head slowly, swallowing hard. Nothing about her could ever be messy to me.
“No, seriously.” She sets her carton aside, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand. “Something is on your mind. I see it on your face. Tell me.”
My throat works, the words ripping their way out before I can stop them. “For the last month, I’ve been terrified someone would scoop you up, and I’d spend the rest of my life watching my wife live my life with somebody else.”
Her hand freezes midair, eyes locking on mine. “Your wife, huh?”
“Yeah.” Maybe I said too much, but I don’t care. “What do you think about that?”
She leans over, her kiss soft and sure. “I like the sound of it.”
And as I kiss her back, all I can think is—I do too.