Chapter Fourteen
EMMA
Afirm hand pins my head against the kitchen counter. My heart pounds unsteady beats in my chest. I’m completely naked, and my legs are split. I can’t stop the noises ripping from the back of my throat.
And I wouldn’t be anywhere else but here.
Griffin’s lips meet the back of my neck, while his fingers glide between my slick folds. His touch sends wave after wave of agonizing pleasure crashing through my body. He knows exactly how to use me. Rough and vigorous, always in control until I take it back.
Not that I would, right now. Not while he’s got stitches on his belly from that sick fuck who stabbed him.
“Do you like that, my naughty girl?” Griffin asks.
My heart skips a beat and a guttural moan escapes my lips. I don’t have to respond for him to know I don’t like it; I fucking love it.
Griffin plunges two fingers inside me. They’re thick, filling me to the brim, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Yes, don’t stop,” I moan out.
His thumb presses against my clit. With every thrust, his thumb moves circles around my sensitive spot. He’s a master at the art of pleasure. He knows exactly what to do and how to move to make the butterflies explode in my belly.
Griffin’s tongue travels against my skin until he reaches my face. He starts kissing my cheek until he reaches my mouth. He breaks his grip, pinning me to the counter to kiss me while his fingers go to work.
His tongue claims mine, and he releases ragged noises. He hooks my throat in his elbow while we kiss. I like it rough. This is what I want. To have the demons fucked out of me… fingered out, in this case.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me, Emma?” Griffin whispers against my mouth.
“Yes,” I mutter.
“Come for me,” he demands. Those words send me over the edge. Doing it here in the kitchen, with no care or concern drives me crazy.
A delicious tension nestles inside my core, and Griffin feeds it with every steady thrust of his wrist. He locks his demanding eyes with mine, sending me down a tunnel of exquisite pleasure. With two fingers inside me and his lazy circles against my clit, my body starts to writhe beneath him.
There’s no going back now. I’m about to explode.
I grab the counter as the tension starts to mount inside me.
Spikes of pleasure tickle across my body, while his fingers move more carelessly inside.
Here it comes. I start seeing stars behind my closed eyes, and I groan and giggle in absolute delight.
The pent-up tension releases from my core in a rush of warmth.
A wave of serenity floods my body, and a pool of moisture drips down my legs.
How the hell can one man be so perfect?
I scream out Griffin’s name while he brings me to orgasm. A throaty chuckle leaves his lips, satisfied that he’s brought me to another peak.
Then, Griffin slides his fingers out of me and presses them into my mouth. I suck them clean, and he shudders at the sensation.
“Good girl,” Griffin says, pecking a kiss to the crown of my head.
“Anything for you,” I say, as I spin around to face him directly.
His eyes dance across my naked body. His throat strains from a hard swallow.
He’d have me now if he could, and I’d be a happier woman for it. The wound in his side prevents it.
I cross my arms under my breasts, not taking away Griffin’s view. A charming smile creeps across his face.
“So, what was that for?” I ask.
It’s become our routine over the last week after he gets home from work. Griffin can’t control those urges, and I don’t want him to. My body is his to use however he pleases.
“I heard your old man’s getting out of the hospital today,” Griffin turns away on mentioning it. Like we’re two naughty kids who shouldn’t be doing this.
I suppose we shouldn’t, but I’m not going to stop now that I’ve had it.
“So? He shouldn’t have been let out days ago. The doctors are only keeping him around to pad their bank accounts,” I say.
It’s funny how fast a week can go by. What’s funnier still, is how little I’ve thought about the predator in this time. I don’t regret what I did, and even his death hasn’t left much of a scar.
In honesty, I found that evening liberating. We faced off against a monster and lived to tell the tale.
What does that mean for me, I wonder? Am I broken? Am I a monster too? Those thoughts circle back to Griffin. What we did was get rid of someone who wouldn’t have stopped at just us. Together, we made the world a safer place.
It’s invigorating.
I’ve put some thought into it over the last seven days. After what we’ve done, I can’t go back to being an ordinary girl, who works a boring job, not when I know I can be a savior of the people. The way Griffin acts, I don’t think he wants to see me leave, either.
“That might be true, but he’s not going to approve of this,” Griffin gestures between me and him.
“It doesn’t matter what he approves of,” I say.
Griffin smiles. He throws an arm over my shoulders and presses his lips against mine. “Talk like that’s going to get us in trouble. You know that, right?”
“Then what I’m about to say will throw gasoline on the fire,” I say.
Griffin raises a quizzical brow. “Go on.”
I muster every ounce of courage I have. I let out a few deep breaths, giving myself some time to process how I want to say what I’m going to say. “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here and do what you do. I want to help people.”
Griffin’s jaw goes slack. He’s dumbfounded by what I’ve just said. His brow furrows in deep seriousness and his face moves from confused to concerned.
Then, before he speaks, the stern look is washed away with a smile.
“You want to join me?” he asks.
***
GRIFFIN
She’s changed me.
I’m no longer a well-oiled machine who prioritizes fact over emotion. I’ve been empty for decades; a shell of a man who’s fought in this world alone. Emma managed to weasel her way into my heart and kickstart it once more.
This terrifies me more than I’m willing to admit.
As a cold, emotionless killer, there isn’t anything that can get in the way of my job.
You can’t hurt a man who has nothing to lose.
But Emma’s become my everything. I realized that the night Allen Sheridan, the predator, hovered over me with a blade, inches from my face.
She was the first and last thought that crossed my mind when I thought I was going to die. How deeply will it change me if I allow her to join my escapades? I won’t just be fighting for strangers anymore, I’ll be looking over my shoulder to ensure her safety.
But I noticed it before, and I stand by my analysis; Emma McAllister is more like me than I’d ever care to admit. She’s got the same darkness brewing inside her. If I leave, I’ll be allowing it to consume her, the same way it has me. She’ll kill ruthlessly and carelessly, and she’ll get caught.
Maybe I can stop the darkness from consuming her completely. I can keep the spark of love and life alive. I can keep her in touch with humanity.
“I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here with you. We can—”
I hold a finger out, covering her mouth. She goes quiet, her features softening like a scared girl, caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“You know,” I start, swallowing hard. How can I express an emotion I don’t believe I’ve ever felt before? Somehow, with Emma, it comes easily.
“I fucking love you.”
Her cheeks burn a deep red. Her hazel eyes widen. She doesn’t want to keep eye contact, but she can’t look away either.
“I fucking love you, too,” she winks, before throwing herself into me.
It stings in my side, but Emma’s kiss soothes the pain.
She’s been soothing me a lot longer than I care to admit, but this is the cherry on top.
We’re going to do great things, she and I.
I can’t wait for the rest of our lives to begin.