Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
RAVEN
E ver since my date from hell, I’ve tried to keep my distance from the Montgomery twins. But they find excuses to stop by the house and to be right next to me at The Wandering Raven. Even now, Griffin is on my ass. The only reprieve I get is at the library.
As I wipe down the counter, waiting for the night crowd to shuffle into The Wandering Raven, Griffin restocks the liquor. “You can go take care of your boss man things, you know. I don’t need a babysitter.”
Griffin continues to shelf the bottles. “I’m not babysitting.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” My tone is bland, conveying my sarcasm. “Why can’t Benny be my babysitter?”
“I’m not a babysitter,” he quips without looking away from the TV.
“Benny’s busy,” Griffin adds.
Spinning toward Griffin, I throw my hands up. “Benny’s never busy.” Over my shoulder, I add, “No offense.”
Benny’s attention is still locked on the screen. “None taken.”
“Stop acting like a brat,” Griffin replies, yet again not looking at me.
Groaning dramatically, I go back to wiping the bar.
Fine. I’ll just pretend he’s not here. Simple enough. I can ignore my sexy boss for one night, even if every time he’s near and I get a whiff of his sea salt and bergamot aroma, my core aches.
Since my rescue, I haven’t had sex. It’s just been me and my toys. Maybe I’m just going through a bout of hysteria like women in the nineteenth century. I’ve been deprived of orgasms and just need a release.
It’s not long before a few customers wander in. I take their drink orders and quickly get them filled behind the bar. Griffin doesn’t follow me, which is a relief. Maybe I need to focus more on the tables tonight so I can breathe.
When I approach the last customer with his drink, I rethink not having my shadow with me. He’s the type who looks too put together. Like he’s trying too hard to convince everyone around him that he’s a nice guy. But nice guys don’t lurk at a booth in a bar, staring at every woman who walks in.
As I hand him his Bud Light, he grazes his fingers over mine and shoots me a wink.
Bleh. I’m going to need a shower after this shift.
I scurry away and contemplate staying behind the counter. But then Griffin is right by my side again.
Ugh. Nowhere is safe.
After only a few minutes, I’m ready to burst. Griffin is just trying to be nice. I know. But give a girl some space.
Needing some respite, I grab a quarter from the cup and march over to the jukebox to pick a song.
No one has started dancing yet, but maybe this will do the trick.
I haven’t line danced in years, so it takes me a moment to remember the steps.
But once I have the hang of it, I’m able to have some fun.
To the right. To the left. Right heel. Left heel. Repeat and turn.
A couple of women join me, falling into step easily. We laugh and sing along to the Luke Bryan song about country girls “shaking it.”
After the first chorus, a large set of hands land on my hips and dance with me. Glancing over my shoulder, I expect to find a certain face with warm amber eyes. As frustrated as I am with him, my pussy still wants to have some fun. But instead of Griffin, I find the “nice guy” I served earlier.
My insides twist, knowing it’s his hands on me. I didn’t ask for him to touch me. I didn’t even secretly wish for it.
I grab his wrists and remove his hands from my waist. “No, thanks.”
“Aww, come on. Don’t be like that.” He reaches for me again, but I step out of the way.
A yelp and breaking glass have me turning toward the bar, where I find Griffin storming for us. The way his muscles and veins strain tells me he’s furious.
Holding both hands up to the customer, I warn him, “You should go.”
“Not without a dance.” His smile is demanding.
When I can feel Griffin’s footsteps shaking the wood floor, I know he’s close. As he reaches me, I place my hands on his chest and stand in his way. “Dance with me.”
Griffin wasn’t expecting my invitation. He glances back and forth between me and the customer, trying to decide what to do.
I try again, “Dance with me, please.” By now, others have joined in and are line dancing away.
Griffin’s muscles flex under my hands, and my stomach flutters. Biting my lip, my eyes roam up and down his body.
He catches me admiring and smirks. Griffin waves to Benny, who is standing behind him, and Benny marches past us to the handsy customer. Griffin makes a hand gesture, and Benny, understanding the meaning, grabs the man by his upper arm and hauls him off toward the back hallway.
I watch the whole scene with concern, but Griffin distracts me. He grabs my right hand and places his arm around my waist, pulling me so we’re right up against each other.
“Know how to Texas Two Step, Sunshine?” His fury is gone, and in its place is a sultry man.
I try to keep my mouth closed because drooling right now would be so unattractive. “It’s been a while, but I think I remember.”
He winks seductively. “Let’s see what you got.”
Griffin takes two quick steps forward, and I follow his lead by taking two steps back. We flow with the music as he spins us around the make-shift dance floor. He never breaks eye contact with me. He stares purposefully as if my eyes will tell him everything my mouth can’t.
My body pushes as close as I can get, wanting to feel his heart beat against mine. His erection grazes my thigh as I step between his feet in a spin. Color rises in my cheeks, realizing he’s just as turned on as I am.
When the song ends, the dancing couples stop and clap. But Griffin doesn’t feel like doing the same. He snags my hand and drags me away. The bar has filled up since the start of the song, so Griffin has to move people aside to get through the crowd.
I try pulling back on my hand, but he doesn’t let go. “Where are we going?”
He marches me past the bar and into the kitchen. Camden is at the stove top, pulling a burger off the grill. When he sets the patty on the bun, he notices us and frowns.
Griffin tilts his head toward the door. “Customers need your help.”
“Okay?” Camden’s compliance is full of confusion as he steps out.
Griffin locks the door as soon as Camden exits and backs me up against the wall. Unlike our first kiss, his body touches mine everywhere.
Do I want to do this?
Yes.
In this moment, I’m going to be selfish. I’m going to allow myself to find bliss in Griffin’s body and enjoy myself.
Griffin’s voice deepens with lust. “You had a glimpse of the other side of the fence. The grass isn’t greener over there. You’re meant to be here. Right here. With me. Where you belong.”
My mind blanks.
I’ve never been with someone who wanted me on such a primal level, who wanted to keep me because they knew me. Griffin may not know about all the skeletons in my closet, but he and Knox have seen more than most.
Griffin doesn’t wait for my response. He bends and locks his lips with mine, groaning as he tastes me. The push and pull of our kiss is filled with all the pent-up emotions we’ve been dancing around since we met.
My hands eagerly find the hem of his shirt and tug upward. Griffin steps back for a brief moment to pull the material over his head. My eyes snag on the black ink on his ribs that I saw the other day. The script reads, “over my dead body.”
My brows scrunch. “That’s a bit dramatic.”
Griffin glances down at the quote, then smirks at me. “I would argue that it’s not dramatic enough.”
My only response is to give him a questioning look.
“It’s a reminder that I won’t let someone take anything from Knox and me without a fight. Knox is the one with the short fuse, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do what’s necessary.”
I tilt my head. “What are you afraid someone will take?”
“You.”
Griffin doesn’t give me a moment to process his confession. He pushes my body against the wall with his as our mouths meet again, and our tongues aggressively slide against each other’s.
Needing to feel every muscle, my hands roam up his abs and over his arms. He’s so firm and solid. I’m sure I could bounce a quarter off his pecs.
He grabs the side of my neck and uses his thumb to tilt my head back further, deepening the kiss. His other hand grips my hip as he grinds his steel length into my stomach.
A moan echoes through me when I roll my hips, dragging my core against him.
Griffin removes my tank top, and with one hand, swiftly finds the clasp of my bra. The straps loosen, and I break our kiss, looking him in the eyes as I let the material fall from my chest. My nipples grow taut under his gaze.
His eyes darken, and his fingers lightly pinch each stiff peak. My hands grip his biceps as that small pinch sends a jolt of need to my pussy.
His hands shift, cupping my breasts as his thumbs swipe back and forth over the tips. He dips, placing his mouth on my neck and takes his time kissing his way up to my ear.
“Tell me another secret, Sunshine. Tell me something else you’ve never told anyone.”
I freeze, and he feels my hesitation.
Griffin slides his hand down my stomach, leaving goosebumps behind, and undoes the button and zipper of my denim shorts. He reaches in and cups my center. My hips move of their accord, pushing my wetness further into his hand.
“Tell me and I’ll make you come like a good girl.”
Holy shit.
My pussy drips with arousal, soaking Griffin’s hand. His proud smirk sends a flutter to my center.
“You’re soaking my hand, Sunshine. Tell me a secret, and I’ll make the ache in your cunt go away.”
It’s hard to think with one hand in my pants and one on my boob. He’s driving me crazy.
“I’ve never had an orgasm during sex.”
The color of Griffin’s eyes turns predatory—determined. “I can fix that.”
He hooks his finger around my panties and moves them to the side, then dips a single digit inside me, but not all the way.
He teases me, circling my opening and making me pant harder.
His thumb doesn’t stop rubbing my nipple.
Every swipe and every circle make the ache, the need to come, grow stronger.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please make me come, Griff.”
He growls, thrusting his finger the rest of the way and attacking my g-spot. My hips bounce up and down as I lose myself in the pleasure. He slips another finger inside next to the first. The delicious stretch makes me want more.
I don’t notice as he releases my breast and unbuttons his own pants, letting them drop to his thighs. His fingers keep time with my thrusts as I rush to my release while he slips his boxers down his thighs with his pants.
I look down at the glistening head of his cock, thick and hard without me touching his shaft at all. He’s big. Very big. Maybe too big.
My eyes widen, and he smirks.
“It’ll fit, I promise.”
“I’m not so sure,” I reply.
Griffin chuckles, and I continue staring, dumbfounded.
With my past, I’ve had sex many times, and I’ve seen many dicks. Short dicks, skinny dicks, limp dicks, uncut dicks, and even crooked dicks. I’ve been forced to endure them all.
But my curiosity has me reaching for him, wondering what it feels like when I actually want the person I’m getting naked with. Before I can get my fingers around him, he grabs my wrist and brings my hand above my head against the wall.
“Not yet, baby. If I let you touch my cock right now, I’m going to come way too early. Just touching you already has me so close to the edge.”
My heart melts.
I know how to please a man. I know how and where to touch him to get him off. But I’ve never had a man get so turned on from bringing me pleasure.
He’s everything.
I guide his hand out of my pussy and kick my shorts off. “Pick me up, Griffin, and sit me on your dick. I need you inside me.”
Griffin moans at my commanding tone, lifting me by the back of my thighs. He presses me into the wall and hands me a condom. I speedily rip open the foil and glide the rubber over his girth. He guides my opening to his cock and presses inside.
“Fuck. You’re so tight, Sunshine. So warm and wet.” He keeps pushing in further and further. My head falls back, banging against the wall, and my eyes close.
When he’s completely seated inside, my pussy pulses around him. “I’m so full,” I whine, loving the feel of him.
With one hand under my ass, Griffin uses the other to guide my face to his. He dominates my mouth, and I willingly submit. He doesn’t move anything else except his lips and tongue. I squirm, in desperate need of friction, and Griffin swallows down my responsive moan.
Griffin moves his lips to my ear, using his tongue and teeth. “What’s next, Baby? Tell me and I’ll make it happen.”
My heart cracks wide open.
How does he know what I need him to say without me knowing it myself?
“I need you to move. I want to come, Griff. Please, let me come.”
“Hold on.”
That’s his only warning before he picks me up off his cock and slams me down on his length as he thrusts up, hitting the perfect spot inside my pussy. When another moan builds in my throat, he slams his lips on mine.
“Give it to me, Raven. Give it all to me.”
My legs wrap around his hips, and I use the leverage to thrust my hips with his. My body takes over, desperate for a release.
The sound of his dick moving in and out creates a slick sound that bounces off the walls. It’s obscene. It’s vulgar. But it’s so sexy.
My pulse flies as does Griffin’s. A bead of sweat rolls over his temple and down his cheek when he hammers his hips harder into me.
“I’m so close. I’m so damn close,” I pant.
“Play with your clit, Raven. Make yourself come all over my dick. I want to feel your cum dripping down my balls.”
I do as he says, rubbing my bundle of nerves with my index finger.
The grand ascent of my climax hits its peak.
“Come for me, Baby.”
Griffin’s words push me over the edge. My pussy flutters, squeezing his cock, pulling him in deeper. His hips stutter, and I feel his length pump his seed into my channel.
Griffin slumps, crushing me into the wall, and I love it. “Fuck, Raven. You’re going to kill me with your pussy.”
Tracing his spine with my fingertips, I rest my head on his shoulder. “Maybe I shouldn’t be having sex with an old man, then.”
“Such a brat,” he quips back.
There’s a pounding on the kitchen door, causing me to yelp and hide my face in Griffin’s neck.
“Guys! Let me in! The mozzarella sticks are going to burn!”
Griffin tries hiding his grin behind his fist, but his laugh still breaks free. “Just a sec!”
I keep my face hidden. “Oh my God. I just had sex with my boss.”
“Good thing there isn’t a company policy against it,” he teases.