47. Griffin #2
Which we do, Harden pulling out his keys to unlock it, as Caden draws a gun from the back of his jeans and walks in first. My eyes widen in surprise, turning to Harden, but he doesn’t seem shocked in the slightest, going in right after Bobby, who pulls a gun of his own.
I have no choice but to follow, as we all move from room to room, checking anywhere someone could be hiding, ensuring all the windows and doors are locked as we go.
I already texted Bishop earlier, asking where he was and if he was coming home, and he responded with a picture of a blond girl's head in his lap against some pink sheets.
I told him to stay there and he sent back a thumbs up, but still we cleared his room along with all the others.
Caden and Bobby also check the basement, the backyard and surrounding areas, before coming back and confirming it’s all clear.
Where the fuck could he be? Harden signs, anger still clinging to him, and I can’t stop myself from shifting closer to him.
“Who knows with that little, low life fuck,” Caden muses, inhaling deeply on a cigarette.
“I’ve put word out on the street, but I’ll speak to Wilder, see if he has any insight on my dear cousin.
” The last part of his sentence is said with complete sarcasm, and it’s no secret that despite Jason being family, they don’t really have any ties with him.
He’s the black sheep of the family, but I can’t help but wonder what that makes Caden.
“I’ll send someone to pick the car up in the morning, we’ll get it in the shop, see what we can do,” Bobby adds, but it doesn’t placate Harden in any way.
“I don’t give a fuck about the car,” Harden snaps forcefully, making Bobby’s eyes widen at the sound of his voice, as he starts pacing again.
“He was here, he came to our fucking house, a house Aurora has been fucking sleeping in,” he seethes, and I reach out and grip his bicep, pulling him to a halt.
“Baby, calm down,” I plead, not caring what the other two are discovering right now, as I keep my focus on him. “We’ve protected her before, and we will do it again.”
“It was you, wasn’t it,” Caden cuts in, pulling our gazes to him. “You’re the ones who broke his legs and ended his football career.”
I don’t feel any shame or regret as I nod, but it’s Harden’s words that cut me to the core. “I know what it’s like to be abused by someone you thought you could trust, I wasn’t about to let that happen to her.”
Caden nods, not a hint of surprise on his face. “I promise to call you this time, Haze.” Then he nods his head at Bobby and they both move toward the door. “Lock this behind us,” he adds in a cool command, before they are out of the door, slamming it behind them.
Harden does as he said and locks it, the fury still clinging to him, as he drops his forehead against it and sighs.
I move on instinct, turning him around and pressing him back into the door with me against him.
“Talk to me,” I demand, desperate to see the light back in his eyes, that he’s had since Aurora was between us.
“Come on, let’s just forget about the car and about the fucking prick Jason, Aurora is safe. ”
I almost get through to him until those last three words, and then he shakes his head in anger. “No thanks to me.” He tries to shove me away, but I anticipate it, not letting him free from my hold.
“Calm down,” I plead again, and this time his hands fist in my shirt.
“Don’t you get it, Griffin, I can’t fucking calm down.” It’s only when he snaps that I get it, I get why this is affecting him so much, he essentially told me a moment ago with his words to Caden.
This isn’t about the fact that Aurora is safe, it’s about the fact that he never was.
Bile coats the back of my throat as I accept that fact, accept it and fucking swallow it down, like he has done so many times before.
It’s why he beat Jason to a pulp, it’s why he attacked him again last week, because no one ever did the same for him.
Pain and shame collide in my chest, and I wish I could go back and save him, protect him from all that fucking abuse, but it’s okay, because I know what he needs.
I may not have helped him back then, but I can help him now.
Leaning in, I hook a finger beneath his chin, forcing his stare to collide with mine, and letting him see exactly how much he owns me. “Tell me what you need, Harden, let me be a good boy and give it to you.”
I breathe the words against his lips, before slowly guiding our mouths together, gently teasing his with my own until I feel him react.
The kiss isn’t frantic or claiming, it’s slow, steady, it’s me telling him I am here through every fucking hurricane we may face.
Pressing my hands against the door, on either side of his head, I slip my tongue past the seam of his lips, his hands reaching out and pulling me against him, deepening the kiss as he begins to take control.
His hands start to explore the hard planes of my body in a way he’s never done before, so much more confidently than the other times we’ve done this, and I lose myself in him.
The soft claiming of his mouth, the subtle possessiveness of his hands, the raspy stubble of his jawline, all of it guiding us closer and closer together.
When I pull back, the look in his eyes is no longer anger, no, it’s something I’m much more familiar with lately.
Need. The curve of his throat works, a thick swallow going down, as his stare searches mine, his hands still roaming my body, as if he doesn’t even realize he is doing it.
His touch feels so good, so good that I want to fucking rip off the layers of my clothes and let his fingertips burn into me.
Something about him touching me so freely is rewiring my brain chemistry, because how did I ever go without it?
“Here, or in the bedroom?” he asks, his voice both raspy and desperate, and fuck, I’d take him anywhere I could fucking get him.
“Here, there, fucking anywhere, baby, just tell me what you want me to do.” I’m practically whimpering, my cock leaking in my jeans, as a deep flush coats his cheeks that tells me he wants this as much as I do.
When he claims my mouth this time, it isn’t soft or gentle, it’s possessive, his need and anger colliding, until his restraint completely snaps.
I’m fucking moaning into his mouth with every swipe of his tongue, as he rocks his hips against mine, the friction maddening and turning me into a completely pliant mess for him.
“Look at you, already moaning for me.” He muses, pulling back and looking at me from beneath his lashes, as his tongue drags against my jaw.
“Is your pretty, thick cock pulsing at the idea of being in my mouth?” he asks, grinding himself against me.
“When I drop to my knees, am I going to find a mess, because you’re so fucking desperate for my lips around you? ”
His words have me panting and desperate, nodding and gasping, as his hands grip my hips forcefully, keeping me in place so he can deliver the most perfect rubbing motion to my dick with his own. “You’re fucking killing me, baby,” I gasp through gritted teeth, only making him smile.
“Mmm, are you aching for me, Griff? Are you thinking about how sweet it’s going to be to blow your load down the back of my throat?”
Another groan escapes me, words tumbling from my mouth before I can stop them.
“No, I’m thinking about how sweet it will be when you explode down my throat,” I dare to say, pulling his own groan from deep in his chest, as he thinks about me getting on my knees for him.
“I want…” I start, trailing off, as he rubs himself harder against me.
“Go on, good boy, tell me what you want. I like seeing the Griffin Blake that so many girls have fallen to their knees for, whimpering for me like a horny little slut.”
Fuck me sideways. “Shit, Haze, I think I preferred it when you didn’t talk,” I choke out, making him smirk against my mouth, as he kisses me again wickedly.
“Yeah? You wanna fill my mouth up, baby? You wanna shut me up with your cock deep in my throat? A throat that you can fuck and bruise until you see fucking stars.” I nod rapidly, his tongue trailing down over my pulse point, sucking on it sharply before sinking his teeth into my neck.
“How desperate are you to fuck my throat because you know it will please me?”
Another choked gasp. “So fucking desperate, all I want is to please you, sir.” He groans against my throat at my words, pulling up and slamming his lips back to mine.
My cock juts, my balls throbbing as he kisses me, if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to fucking explode in my jeans.
As if he can read my mind, his hand drifts to the button on my jeans, flicking it open with expertise and sliding down my zipper, his fingers scorching my skin.
Then he rips his mouth away from mine and drops to his knees, freeing my cock and taking it into his mouth without pause.
He keeps his piercing green eyes focused on mine, as he wraps his hand around my base and jerks me roughly.
“Oh my god, oh my fucking god,” I hiss, his hot and calloused palm rack and ruin me. Then he takes me into his hot, wet mouth, swirling his tongue around my head.
“Not god, baby, Harden.” He grunts, before dragging my length across his tongue in a way that has my hips snapping forward.
He sucks me hard and deep, hollowing his cheeks and slurping every damn inch of my length with ease, before coming back for more.
It feels fucking incredible, his sucking so fucking primal that all I can think about is doing the same to him.
“I need to suck you after this,” I choke out.
“I need to feel the weight of you on my tongue, the taste of you in my throat, I need to be a good boy and suck your cock.” My hands dig into his hair, rocking my hips into his moan, as he groans at my every word, taking me deeper with every bob of his head.
When he swallows around me I finally lose it, too much build up and tension to hold back anymore, as my orgasm floods his throat.
Harden keeps bobbing his head, drinking down every drop of cum until I feel like my legs might buckle beneath me.
Only once he’s done does he push back to his feet, dragging me in for another searing kiss, spilling some of my salty release across my tongue, groaning deeply until we are molded as one.