5. Griffin
CHAPTER FIVE
GRIFFIN
N either of us pay much attention to what the bungalow looks like when we step inside because we’re nothing but hands and lips and moans and groans. It’s definitely warmer in here than it was outside but that could also be due to the fact that my inhibitions, if I had any to begin with, have been out of sight for hours now, and my body is on fire for the gorgeous sexy woman standing in front of me.
Maybe I just need to get this out of my system and then I’ll be good.
A one-night kind of thing.
The guys don’t even have to know.
I can keep it a secret.
We can pretend this is Vegas, right? What happens here stays here?
Layken drags her hands down my chest, her beautiful brown eyes hungrily staring up at me.
“I’ve never had a husband before.”
Grinning back at her, I tug on the front of her dress, right at her abdomen, pulling her closer to me so I can slide my hands across her bare back and feel her skin.
She has nice skin.
Smooth.
Warm.
Creamy.
“I’ve never had a wife before,” I tell her. “Also, I like your skin.”
She giggles. The shape of her mouth when she smiles makes me happy. “You like my skin?”
“Mhmm.”
“I think I’d like your skin too. Do I get to see it?”
I lean down and brush my lips against hers and then grab her ass, my fingers playing just at the hem of her short sparkly dress. “You’re my wife now so you get to see whatever you want to see.”
Because alcohol equals zero inhibitions.
As if I had inhibitions in the first place.
“Good. Because I want to see every last inch of this sexy hockey body.”
“That’s right. I play hockey. I make money playing hockey. A shit ton of it too.”
Her eyes grow wide and her pupils darken. “I like a sexy guy with a shit ton of money. Can he fuck too?”
Can I fuck?
I chuckle to myself.
Sweetheart doesn’t know who she’s talking to.
“Honey, I can fuck better than anyone you’ve ever been with.” I thrust my pelvis against her body. “Are you ready for me to blow your mind?”
Somewhere in the recesses of my brain I’m asking myself what in the ever-loving hell I’m saying out of my mouth hole, but the other part of my brain…the part where I have zero control thanks to all the alcohol flowing through my veins right now, thinks I’m the sexiest, Rico Suave man this world has ever known.
Bet with the guys be damned.
Layken Hobbs is worth every bet I’ll ever lose.
Her smile widens and she licks her lips. Her hands slide down to my belt, which she somehow manages to pull apart, and then she unzips my pants and lowers herself to her knees.
Hell, yeah baby.
“I think I’d like to blow you first if you don’t mind.”
“I’m all yours wife.”
I kick off my shoes and she yanks down my pants and boxer briefs, freeing my stiff cock. Tilting my head back I inhale a deep breath as she slides her hands down my stomach knowing that any minute she’s going to wrap her hand around my huge dick and suck it into her mouth just like she did with that banana.
“Uh oh,” she says, giggling. “Looks like we need a husband fluffer on aisle one!”
What?
“Huh?”
I bow my head to see what the problem is and mother fucking shit fucker. My eyes are betraying me. Layken’s hand is wrapped around my dick alright. But it’s the very opposite of rock hard.
The nerve endings tingle as she squeezes me between her fingers and then she’s flinging it up and down in front of her face as if it’s the trunk of a baby elephant. “Weeee look how cute it is!”
Fuuuuuuck me.
My dick isn’t cute.
Oh God.
This isn’t good.
Be cool man.
Be cool.
Deep breath.
It’s fine.
You can get it there.
“It’s just the alcohol baby,” I assure her, cupping her face in my hand. “Keep those hands on my balls and give him a little kiss. He’ll be ready to rock in no time.”
Doing just as I instruct, she tickles my balls with her fingertips and rolls them in her hands which I’m not going to lie, feels fucking good.
“Just like that. That’s a good girl.”
She leans forward and strokes her tongue against the underside of my dick and I watch with relief and pleasure as it grows in her hand. “Yes, baby. I told you. He just needed a little love.”
A little harder now, she sucks me into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around me and flicking the head a few times.
“Fuck, that feels nice,” I groan. “I’ll admit, I had no idea how hot it would be to watch my wife suck my cock, but damn…it’s the best fucking thing in the world right now.”
Bucket list item—checked.
She moans with my cock in her mouth and I hiss in a breath through my teeth at the sensation. “You’re getting me close, babe.”
She pops off my cock and licks her lips before standing up and pulling her thong down her sexy long legs. “Good. Because I need to ride this horse to happy town.”
“Fuckin’ right you do.” She turns to head to the bed and I spank her ass, making her squeal. She climbs onto the bed and before she has a moment to turn herself over, I catch her while she’s on all fours and sink my head between her legs, twirling my tongue around her warm pussy.
“Oh my God!” She gasps as her body freezes in place and then relaxes against my face. “Oooh yeah. You didn’t tell me you were a pussy chomper Mr. Ollenberg.”
“Told you I would blow your mind, didn’t I Mrs. Ollenberg?”
She giggles against me at the use of her new married name. “You totally did and I am here for it. Make me come, Griffin. Make me come hard so I can scream really loud and tell this town how great of a lover you really are.”
The need to impress her with my skills overcomes me. “Yes ma’am. With pleasure.”
I toss myself on the bed and pull her to me so she’s straddling my lap. With a little bit of help from her, I pull her dress off, rubbing my hands over her beautifully naked body. Her tits hang in front of my face, her pretty pink nipples begging to be sucked into my mouth. Her breasts aren’t as huge as others I’ve seen before, but I don’t tell her that, because honestly, I don’t mind one bit. She’s sexy as fuck and she feels perfect in my hands.
I lean up to tug one of her nipples into my mouth but when she bucks against me her nipple slips from my lips and slaps me in the eye.
“Ah!” I lean back against my pillow, one eye shut, rubbing it with my hand as she giggles.
“Oops. Sorry. Slippery little sucker.”
I smile back at her so she doesn’t get embarrassed and place my hands on her hips. “No worries baby. How about you put my cock inside you so I can give you the ride of your life?”
Giving me her best sultry stare, she lifts up on her knee and wraps her hand around my stiff cock. She lines it up at her entrance and then lowers herself back down and bucks against me a few more times.
So warm.
Yessss.
Her eyebrows fold in and she looks at me, my expression mirroring hers.
Something isn’t right.
“Wait…I think…”
“You’re not in,” she says.
“Yeah, I’m not in. Try again.”
She lifts up again and lines me up lowering herself once more. I help her out by thrusting up inside her but the minute she moves against me?—
“Oops, I think you slipped out again.”
What the hell?
She takes a look between us and then cocks her head before glancing down at me, her cheeks flushed. “Aww, It’s okay. It happens to a lot of guys.”
Wait.
What?
I peer between us and swallow back my pride as I notice my poor little penis is napping.
Fuck .
“It’s okay babe. He just needs a minute and then we’ll be?—”
God, my eyes are heavy.
Two minutes.
I just need two minutes and then it’ll be fuck time.
“Yeah. We’ll just take a quick break. It’s fine,” she assures me with a comforting smile. “I’ll just lay here with you for a second and then we’ll…”
The incessant dinging next to me finally wakes me from my sleep. My eyes remain closed while I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock.
Except the dinging doesn’t stop.
Because it’s not the alarm clock I’m hitting.
It’s my phone.
I pick it up and pull open my eyes just enough to try to figure out what the problem is.
What the?
One text after another pops up on my screen like a nonstop carousel.
August
Hey Griff. You two coming home soon?
August
Where are you?
August
Hello? Earth to Griffin! (and hopefully Layken)
Bodhi
Hey. Corri wants to know when Layken is coming home and she’s not answering her phone.
August
Yeah I want to know too. What the hell man?
Bodhi
Hopefully it’s because you guys are out having a blast that you’re not answering your phone.
August
You would think one of them would for Pete’s sake.
Bodhi
So did they not come home last night? I still don’t see Griffin anywhere.
Ledger
Hey Griff! Did you kidnap Layken and leave town or what?
Harrison
Did anyone actually check his room?
August
Yes dumbass. I checked his room. It’s empty and the bed is made.
Harrison
Did anyone check Layken’s room?
Ledger
For both of them?
August
Oooh do you think? #Imwinningfiftybucks
Harrison
Wouldn’t put it past him. #fiftyformetoo
Bodhi
Corrigan says Layken isn’t in her room and neither is Griffin. But her bags are still there.
Harrison
Alright, so they must’ve stayed somewhere else last night?
August
They’re not on the couches downstairs. And Ella checked the bathrooms after she puked in ours. #alcoholmuch
Bodhi
LOL Corrigan did the same. #girlsandtheiralcohol
August
Alright Griffin, we need to know where you are, bud.
Oliver
Hey. Thanks for waking us up asshats.
August
Sorry. I can’t find Griffin and Layken.
Oliver
So I gathered. I’m sure they’re together somewhere.
Barrett
Leave them alone. They probably got a room at Fucks-a-lot so they could do their thing without disturbing us. #winningabet
Ledger
Fucks-a-lot? Why that and not Humpsie Daisy?
August
Jesus, Ledge. I just spit out my coffee at Humpsie Daisy.
Ledger
#sorrynotsorry How about Rubber Neckers?
Barrett
Quick-n-Easy?
Ledger
Teabagginn. Hehe get it? Tea bag-Inn?
Me
Jesus Christ do you assholes have nothing better to do? What do you want?
Harrison
He’s ALIVE!!!
Ledger
‘Bout fucking time bro.
August
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU brO?
Me
I’m right fucking here. In my bed dumbass.
August
*blinks* Uuuh…try again.
“Where the hell is all that dinging coming from?”
“The guys are endlessly texting me. Sorry…wait…” I turn my head at the movement beside me and find Layken Hobbs lying in my bed. When her eyes meet mine, our befuddled expressions mimic each other.
“What?”
“What?”
She bolts upright in bed at the same time I do, both of us asking in tandem, “What are you doing here?” And then we both clutch our foreheads.
“Fuck. That hurts,” I mumble, but it’s worse for Layken.
“Oh God.” She covers her mouth with her hand and jolts out of the bed, wrapping our bedspread around her. “I’m going to be sick.”
“Wait, what?” I watch in shock as she staggers to the bathroom and hear every last sound as she lifts the toilet seat and vomits the contents of her stomach.
“Shit, Layken? Are you?—”
She vomits again.
“Okay?”
Silence comes from the bathroom as I slip on my boxer briefs.
Why the hell was I naked?
Why the hell was I naked with Layken?
Padding to the bathroom so that my head doesn’t explode, I peek inside and find Layken resting her head on her arm leaning against the toilet seat.
“Do you need some help?”
“What are you going to do? Spoon out my vomit for me?”
She doesn’t see my weak sympathetic smile but it’s there all the same. “I could hold your hair back or something.”
“Water?” she asks meekly.
“Right. Yeah. Water. I can do that.”
I look around the bathroom for cups but don’t see any so I step back into the bedroom and find two covered glasses next to two bottles of water.
Yes!
Grabbing the bottles, I carry one into the bathroom, unscrew the cap, and hand it to Layken. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.”
I watch with concerned curiosity as she takes a few small sips. When nothing else happens, I tell myself she’s okay and then try my damnedest to remember why we’re both here right now and where, exactly, here is.
“My head is pounding,” Layken says in a whisper.
“Mine too.”
“I’ll never drink that much alcohol in one night again.”
I try to chuckle softly but even that hurts. “Probably smart.”
“Where are we? And why are you here and…” She opens her blanket and peers down at herself. “Why the hell am I—” She gasps but then squeezes her eyes closed in response. “Oh God. Griffin…?”
My eyes grow wide. “What?”
“Did we?”
“Did we what?”
“I’m naked Griffin! And you’re…” She gestures with her head to my nearly naked body. “You’re in your underwear. So did we…Oh God, did we sleep together?”
I scratch my head as blurry visions fly in and out of my mind.
Walking into a floral room.
Layken twerking.
Us laughing.
Kissing her.
Oh shit. I kissed her.
It was a fucking good kiss.
Touching her.
“…blow your mind?”
“Blow you first…”
She’s on her knees.
Unbuckling my pants.
Oh fuck. She…
Her mouth.
Her lips.
Her tongue.
“Oopsie…”
“Just a quick break…”
“Yeah I’ll just rest for…”
Fuuuuuck…
“Griffin?” Her eyes are wide and she swallows hard. “What have we done?”
Just before I answer her my phone dings in my hand. I turn it over to see the text on the screen and nearly vomit when I read what it says.
August
*Link to news article* GRIFFIN brO! YOU GOT FUCKING MARRIED?
“No,” I mumble, shaking my head. “Can’t be.”
Layken turns on the floor, watching me in horror. “What?”
She lifts her water bottle to her mouth with her left hand and that’s when I see it. The shiny diamond ring on her finger.
No!
I lift my hand to find a gold band around my finger.
“No way in hell.”
My heart is racing and I start to sweat. My hands shaking, I tap the link to the article August sent and read the bold headline that says
HOCKEY STAR MARRIES IN SHOCKING PRIVATE CEREMONY.
I read a little farther, noting where it mentions my name and Layken’s
“No, no, no. I’m just going crazy,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Or I’m dreaming! Yeah. That’s it. This is a dream. I’ll wake up any minute and then?—"
“GRIFFIN OLLENBERG!” Layken shouts, holding her head in obvious pain. “If you don’t fucking tell me what’s going on right fucking now I’m going to?—"
“We got married.”
Her eyes find mine as my chest heaves and I try to make sense of this ridiculous situation.
Layken’s eyes narrow and she cocks her head. “We what?”
I wiggle my left hand in front of her face. “We got married Layken.” I step outside the bathroom looking for anything that tells me where we are. In seconds my eyes fall to the key sitting on the table just inside the door. I pick it up and take it back to the bathroom where Layken meets me at the door.
“See?” I tell her holding up the keyring that says, Marry Me Manor. “That’s why we’re here. We got married last night, remember?”
Recognition falls over her as the memories of last night come back to each of us little by little. She slowly lowers herself to the bed, her eyes flitting this way and that as she remembers. Her hand comes up covering her mouth as she mumbles, “Oh, my God.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, my God we…I…’Tainted Love’,” she says.
I nod. “Yeah.”
She points to me, her eyes like saucers. “And then you…”
“Yeah. I did. I’m sorry.”
“And then we…” She looks around the room, the covers strewn everywhere. Our clothes are lying all over the floor. And then her gaze goes straight to my junk.
“Oh my God…”
“Yeah, but Layken we didn’t…” I shake my head. “We didn’t really…”
“Right!” She gasps, pointing to my crotch again. “Because you…”
“I mean we were pretty drunk,” I laugh nervously not wanting my poor penis to take all the blame. “That doesn’t happen all the time.” I shrug my shoulder trying to save face. “I mean any other night everything would wor?—”
“So, we didn’t really sleep together then?” she asks, her eyes pleading for the answer she wants to hear. And though I’m happy to tell her the truth knowing it will relieve her, a part of me feels some type of way that for the first time ever, a woman is happy that I didn’t fuck her.
“No. I don’t think we did.”
Her hand to her heart, she releases a sigh. “Oh, thank God.”
“Wow. Yeah. That stings a little, not going to lie,” I mumble, rubbing away the heaviness in my chest.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like?—”
“No, it’s okay. I’m just…it’s not every day a woman is glad to have not slept with me.”
She cocks her head sympathetically. “I’m sure you’re very good.”
My responding nod may be a bit overenthusiastic. “Oh, I am!”
“Right. Yeah. I’m sure, but anyway…”
Anyway? How can she flip the subject so easily when we’re literally discussing my proclivity for sexual encounters?
“Okay so this marriage thing.” She waves it off like it’s no big deal. “I’m sure it’s not really a real thing. It was just for fun.”
Turning back to the table where I found the key to our room, I pick up a piece of paper that was underneath it. I read the top heading and then shake my head as I take a seat next to Layken on the bed.
“Uh, I’m not so sure about that.”