20. Julie #2
“Mm-hmm,” he hums, nodding like a little kid and leans in closer, tripping the empty glasses over. I press my finger to his lips, stopping him.
“Shh, you can’t do it here.”
“Why?”
“Because everyone will see.”
Griffin’s brows furrow as he looks around. He’s so cute when he frowns.
“You’re right.” He gets up and almost doesn’t sway, rounding the table and holding his arm out for me to take. “Let’s go.”
Without thinking, I slide my hand into his. “Where are we going?” I keep whispering as I trail after him, but he stops abruptly.
“I don’t know. Where is a good place to kiss around here?” Griffin asks.
“Try the beach, buddy” comes from a voice that sounds an awful lot like Alec but what would Alec be doing here? He already has Hope—he doesn’t need to blind drink with anyone.
Wait, blind date. Not drink. The drinking was Griffin’s idea.
Griffin snaps his fingers and points in the direction of the voice. “That’s a good idea.”
Somehow, we stumbled out the door, the cool breeze clearing out the haze in my brain a bit but not nearly enough, and before I know it, my heels are sinking into the cold sand.
I didn’t even notice Griffin holding a bottle with more red liquid in it until he stops suddenly and brings it to his lips, taking a long gulp. His Adam’s apple bobbing sensually before his eyes settle on mine. There’s something in them.
Something I’ve never seen before and it makes my skin feel too tight, too hot, too everything.
I need a drink.
I gesture for Griffin to pass me the bottle, but he shakes his head and instead presses it to my lips, parting them until they wrap around the glass, and I feel the cold liquid, pouring down my suddenly parched throat while our eyes are locked.
The fuzzy haze returns instantly with each sip, but Griff tips the bottle too much and a small drop escapes my mouth. Slowly dripping down my neck until it settles in between my breasts.
Griffin’s eyes track it all the way down. His tongue running over his lips like he wants a taste. So I give it to him, taking my index finger, I swipe up the bead of liquid and bring it to his lips, slightly caressing them. Spreading the alcohol over them.
“Fuck…” he groans deeply as he watches me while licking his lips clean, but I never take my finger off and the tip of his tongue brushes against it, making me gasp.
“Dear God, please put it down somewhere that I tried.”
“Tried what?” But he doesn’t answer my question.
“Is this far enough?”
“For what?” I ask breathlessly, some of the drunken fog lifting from my mind but not enough to bring fear and insecurity and all the questions back.
“To start kissing you.”
“Yeah.” I’m nodding away as my hands crawl up his chest, fisting in the black material of his shirt as his wind around my waist, pressing me deeper into his solid, hard body. “It’s far enough,” I say, and in a flash his lips are on mine.
Sweet…sweet…I moan into his mouth, the pleasure washing over every inch of me as my bones turn into jelly.
Griffin is kissing me. Griffin. Is. Kissing. Me. Oh God. It feels so, so good. It’s illegal to feel this good.
“You’re kissing me,” I pant over the kiss. “Like actually kissing me. Not by a mistake?”
“Yeah, I think I am.” One of his hands comes up my neck. His hold on me possessive and I can no longer support my own weight. A second later, we crash down on the sand but never break the kiss.
“Aren’t we supposed to talk about something?” I lightly push against his chest but whether to stop him or press him closer, I’m not sure.
“About what?” Griffin lifts off me slightly, those brown eyes were watching me with such intensity, I'd get drunk off that look alone if I wasn't already.
“I don’t remember. But we started drinking because we had to talk. I think.”
“I think so too. But do you want to talk right now?” Griffin asks.
“About what?”
“I have no idea.” He shakes his head, his tone breathless as his mouth crashes against mine once again and this time there’s no coming up for air.
No talking.
“Fuck, Birdy.” Griffin’s groan reverberates over my body. “Your lips. They are even sweeter than that drink. I should’ve just had you. You make me just as drunk. Even more so.”
“I do?” I breathe into his mouth, parting from the kiss just long enough to say the two words.
“Mm-hmm,” he hums and to prove his point he shifts slightly, grinding his erection into me, and I gasp. Even through his jeans and my skirt, there’s no mistaking it. Or his size.
“Oh.”
He only groans in response, pressing into me harder as his palm reaches over to cup my breast. This time he squeezes harder, and I let out a small yelp, clutching his arms.
The world is swimming around me but I’m no longer sure if it’s from all the alcohol in my system or the man on top of me.
Maybe a little bit of both.
I’m not sure who moves first but in a moment my hips are lifting and seeking him out as he grinds into my desperate core with frantic need while his fingers expertly find my nipple through my top and pinch it, sending sparks to my already tingling pussy but I still arch my back, pushing further into his arms.
If this is a dream, I want it all and I never want it to end.
Our kiss turns messy and needy as we frantically dry hump each other. This is madness, somewhere in the back of my mind I do realize that. I realize this wouldn’t be happening on any normal occasion, but I’m too far gone—or drunk—to care.
And then a feeling blasts through me. Something foreign, something I’ve never felt before but something so, so good. My whole body is trembling as a loud moan leaves my mouth in time with the crashing waves of the ocean beyond.
Griffin groans, silencing me with his lips in a messy, messy kiss as his body stiffens on top of mine and then relaxes with a heavy grunt.
Panting, shaking and hot, he lifts up from me, his brown eyes burrowing into mine. “That was…that was…”
“I think you just made me come on the beach,” I finish for him or rather instead of him.
“I think I just made us both come on the beach.”
“Is this a dream?”
“Must be. Because I think I might’ve just broken a whole lot of rules and promises.”
“Then let’s not wake up.”
Love Hive:
CookieJ: Um, guys, do you think that was a bit too much of Eros Spell?
Ninasunshine: Willa, I told you, just two shots. That was all. Where did that army of red aphrodisiac come from?
Willoflove: That wasn’t me!!! I swear, I just brought the first two rounds.
CookieJ: Fanny! Why are you so quiet over there?
Toughtolove: You can’t prove it.
Ninasunshine: Oh rainbows…she did it.
Burnyourheart: What did you do? Why were they basically climbing each other before the date even started???
Willoflove: Not to worry! The effects wear off quite fast. Even after a dose like that. And really, Eros Spell doesn’t make you do anything you weren’t already thinking or wanting. So…no harm done?
Toughtolove: I knew I liked you, Willa.
Burnyourheart: I knew it was a mistake to get you all involved.
Ninasunshine: Oh, no you don’t! We have a 100% success rate. We even offer guarantees with our services.
Burnyourheart: Mm-hmm, tell that to Griff and Julie when they wake up tomorrow morning. Shit, I should go find them before they do something stupid.
Toughtolove: Don’t you dare! I’m not above tackling you to the ground. Let the love play out.
Burnyourheart: If I ever and I mean ever get the stupid idea to come for your help again, someone please slap me hard enough to beat it out of me.
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine: No worries, dear brother-in-law, I got you.