Chapter Ten
EMMA
Why is Griffin fighting so hard to keep me away from this? What’s he going to do that I don’t already know about? And what’s with his obsession with me going back to work?
Something isn’t right.
Unless… unless whatever he’s cooking up in that pretty head of his hinges on my being back at Legends. What are the chances that my assailant will come back? He’s shown his face. He was bested so close to his prize. He’s not going to be foolish enough.
Why am I questioning it? Griffin must believe the fool will return to the bar. And Griffin’s been hunting the monsters of Whitefish a lot longer than I’ve been alive.
I cup his cheek again and lean in for a kiss. Griffin’s lips are soft against mine.
“I trust you,” I whisper. If he wants to live in secrecy and act alone, I’ll let him. Or at least, I’ll let him believe that’s what he’s doing.
“Thank you, Emma,” he says.
I take his hand in mine, and slowly start walking through his house. I don’t know the layout, but the short hall beside the kitchen is the only place the bedrooms could be.
“What are you doing?” Griffin asks when we step into his bedroom.
I turn back around to face him. I don’t have it all worked out; not yet, but if he wants to play his manipulative games with me, I can do the same. If I can pull him into the delusion that everything is fine and keep him pinned in place, he won’t suspect a thing.
Who am I kidding? Taking Griffin to bed isn’t part of some game I’m trying to play. It’s an added bonus to whatever strange journey we’re about to embark on.
“I want to thank you.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Griffin says.
I interlock our fingers, leaning back in for another kiss. When we break, I whisper in his ear. “I know I don’t have to. I want to.”
Griffin wraps an arm around my back, pulling me against his firm body.
He leans in and presses his lips against mine.
Soft and delicate at first, but it soon becomes passionate.
He wants control, and I give it to him. I’m inexperienced and nervous, and I don’t know a thing about these intimate situations.
This is Griffin’s wheelhouse, and I’ll let him steer the course.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Emma? Do you really want to be with a man… a monster like me?” Griffin asks. We’re so close I can feel the words against my lower lip.
“You’re not a monster.” I break away and see sadness in his eyes. It’s masked by stoicism, but not well enough. “You’re a hero. A champion. I want this and I want you. For better or for worse.”
Griffin thrusts himself into me again. He holds me tightly against his body, resting his chin in the crook of my neck. I throw my arms around his shoulders and squeeze him in a tight hug.
“Those words mean so much to me,” he speaks quietly.
Griffin draws me into a passionate embrace that knocks the wind from my lungs. It doesn’t last long before his mouth is on the move, kissing along my cheek up to my ear. He gently suckles on the lobe, and it sends waves of pleasure exploding through my body.
Deep, animalistic grunts tear through Griffin’s kissing. His hands begin to wander, exploring every inch of my body. He cups my ass, squeezes it firmly, and an involuntary moan escapes me.
“I can’t stop thinking about your perfect body,” Griffin mutters against my ear.
His words cause a reaction between my legs. My core starts to ache, and Griffin’s cock is the only thing that’ll soothe it.
Griffin loops a hand around the front of my legs. His fingers start trailing my most sensitive spots. “You’re so fucking wet,” he grumbles.
Those words tear another groan from my mouth. He’s not wrong. My slickness dampens my thin nightie shorts. It’s a natural reaction when Griffin’s in the room, and I fear it’s going to get stronger with the knowledge of his secret.
Badass cop by day, savior of the weak by night? He’s a wet dream wrapped in a leather jacket and light stubble.
His fingertips skim my thigh, dancing their way along the waistband of my shorts before drifting to the middle of my belly, sucking me into another one of his intoxicating kisses. His hand dips low until his knuckles graze my pussy.
Oh God, it’s so amazing. His touch is magical, electrifying, and shoots splinters of ecstasy throughout my body.
“I’m going to take off your shorts,” Griffin says. He’s too nervous to do it without asking first? It’s cute, but I don’t want it to be. I want him to take me, to use me…
I want him to fuck me until I forget.
“Do it.” I look up at him. His deep-blue eyes pin me in place.
Without warning, Griffin hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and pools them at my ankles. His eyes dart low, he licks his lips, eagerly inspecting my clean-shaven pussy. Untouched, unclaimed, and all his.
Griffin takes me into another kiss, guiding me back towards the bed.
His tongue mashes against mine, his hands grab and squeeze my bare ass, and noise erupts from both of us.
I jam a fist between our bodies, cupping his cock.
I slide my hand up and down, and Griffin’s moaning tells me it’s good so far.
Not that I believe him. I’ve got no idea what I’m doing here. This is uncharted territory and Griffin’s supposed to be my guide.
My knees buckle when they strike the edge of Griffin’s bed. I topple over backward and my shirt rides up over my tits. As soon as Griffin notices, he groans, now inspecting my completely nude body.
“Ah, fuck,” he says, removing his jacket and tossing it on the floor. “You’re going to get me in trouble with this perfect body of yours.”
“Trouble?” I ask, sinking my teeth into my lower lip.
Griffin just grins. “Trouble,” he reiterates.
He pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his ripped body. Thick, dense muscle layers every inch of Griffin. He’s got scrapes and scars across his skin, with a single tattoo above his heart; black ink in the shape of an angel.
Holy shit, he gets hotter by the second.
Griffin finishes by kicking his shoes off before dropping to his knees.
“What are you—”
He doesn’t let me finish my sentence, before he’s got my knees pinned over his shoulders again. His mouth instantly finds my cunt, lapping me up. I throw my hands towards his head, fisting his hair. His tongue moves along my slit before he sucks my clit between his lips.
Oh God, it’s finally happening. My dark, depraved dreams are becoming a reality.
“Yes, don’t stop,” meek words are choked by bated breaths. Those stern, blue eyes stare up at me from between my legs and it sends my world into a spiral.
A sudden, sharp spike strikes in my core. A warmth that radiates outward from that spot just above my hips. I’ve felt this before, brought on by daydreams of Griffin and my own fingers. But his tongue is tearing it out of me against my will.
I don’t want it to end.
“Griffin, I’m—” the words catch in the back of my throat.
Pressure and intensity build and shoot out of control.
I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, all I can do is moan at Griffin’s perfection.
My body jerks and shakes, my hips buck, and my pussy tightens against Griffin’s face.
The sudden wave of intense, incredible pressure expels in explosive pleasure.
I start muttering and shaking, with Griffin staring up at me once again. My silky juices coat his chin, and his lips tug in a wickedly charming grin.
“That… was… incredible,” I force the words out.
“It’s just the beginning,” Griffin winks. He stands up again, tugging at the belt holding up his jeans.
I get up from the bed, helping Griffin with his jeans. I take the belt in my hands, tugging it through the loops slow and steady. He stares down at me getting to work.
“Is that right?” I ask, getting on my tiptoes, taking him into another kiss.
I undo the top button of his belt and take my time lowering the zipper. Griffin moans when my fingers rub against the thick bulge in his boxers.
His hands go to work, grabbing at the hem of my shirt. He starts tugging it upward, while I lower his pants. He flings my shirt across the room.
I take his cock in my hands again, though this time in a fist. Griffin’s body tenses and a soft moan escapes him.
I can’t stop the wicked grin growing on my face.
“You like that?” I ask.
He nods.
“Do you want to put it inside of me?” Is this dirty talk? Am I doing it right?
“I’m going to take it slow, Emma. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.
I squeeze his cock harder. “What if I want you to?”
“It’s usually me who likes the beating,” he teases with a chuckle. I don’t know if he’s joking or not. What kind of depraved shit are you into, Griffin Kennedy?
With one final tug and pull, Griffin crumbles forward. His weight topples on top of me and pins me to the bed. I giggle, so does he, but Griffin’s positioned perfectly between my legs. Through the fabric of his boxers, his tip runs against my wetness.
I cup Griffin’s cheek in my hand. His stubbly beard tickles my palm.
He grabs me by the hips, flips onto his back, and with a hard pull I’m on his lap. My lips are lined against his shaft. I buck back and forth, and Griffin grumbles out a groan. He almost looks weak here; powerless.
Fuck, this is so hot.
“Take them off,” I demand.
Griffin lifts a brow, but with a nod, he does as I tell him. He hoists his hips into the air, and I go up with them. He tugs his underwear down and shimmies until they’re dangling on the edge of the bed.
“You’re cute when you take control,” Griffin says.
Cute? I’m feisty.
There’s no way I can say that though. Not while my cheeks are burning hotter than the sun.
I lower my hips again, this time resting directly on Griffin’s erection. My heart starts beating faster in my chest. It’s happening? I’m going to lose my virginity to the man I’ve been crushing on for years? He’s going to tear me in half and I can’t fucking wait.
I dip my hands lower, taking Griffin’s cock by the base. I press it against my opening and hold it there.