Chapter 33
CHAPTER 33
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?
Blair
Griffin holds my face as if he never wants to let go.
My hands come up, delicately wrapping around his strong forearms, ensuring he doesn’t let go. Or maybe it’s because his admission makes me feel weak in the knees. Like, if he were to let go I would fall to the ground in a puddle at his feet.
Reginald barking pops the bubble we both just found ourselves in. We step away from each other, and Griffin walks to the passenger side door to let him out of the truck.
I lean down, willing him to run to me, and his short little legs hustle him over. He rests his paws on my thigh and presses his face into mine to lick my cheek before scurrying around to smell the new space.
“Stay,” I order Reginald.
“He won’t run off, will he?” Griffin asks, concerned.
I shake my head. “No. Even though this is a new area for him, he never goes far from me. He knows not to wander.”
“Good,” he says before patting the bed of the truck. “Hop on up. The show is going to start any minute.”
In the least graceful way possible, I climb into the truck bed and Griffin hoists Reginald up to sit up there with us .
He was right in telling me to dress warmly. The night air mixed with the breeze from the lake sends a shiver through my body. I look down at my dog and even he shakes where he sits. He jumps right off the back of the truck, and my eyes widen because it’s a steep drop for his little corgi legs.
Leaning over the side of the truck, I sit up on my knees and watch where he’s heading. And the little shit sits right by the truck door, looking from me to Griffin for someone to let him in the warm cab.
I let out a laugh.
“He wants to sit in there when all of this is out here?” Griffin eyes him curiously.
“He’s not a normal dog,” I reply, with a giggle.
“I can see that.” Griffin opens the truck door and Reginald’s tail goes wild before Griffin picks him up and places him on the bench. I move to look through the back window and watch him curl himself into a ball right where he was for the drive.
“Maybe we should have left him home,” I tell Griffin, following his movements as he closes the door before rounding the truck and joining me in the blanket mess he laid out for us.
“He’s fine.”
Griffin props a few pillows up and settles himself with his back against them and his legs stretched out in front of him. With blankets layered under us, I crawl next to him. He lifts an arm, allowing me to curl into his side. The warmth of his body—even through the clothing—would be enough to get me through anything if I was stranded out here with him.
A loud bang echoes in the distance, forcing my palm to land on his thigh before looking out over the lake and into the wide-open space where fireworks light up the sky. His arm draped over my shoulders gives me a light squeeze.
I watch as colors dance with the stars.
A loud, beautiful display reflecting on the glass-like water.
He’s right, this is the perfect spot.
I sit up taller, unable to even look away for a second. The fireworks throw random shapes in the sky. Cascading willows, comets, and rings spread across the mountains. Not just in one particular section, but everywhere. As if people are sitting on different mountains setting them off to create this show just for us.
“This is…wow,” I say, but I can't turn away from them. “I know you all said this is the best show of fireworks in the country, but I was skeptical. Because fireworks are fireworks. It can’t be that different, but this…it’s amazing. It’s beautiful.”
Griffin doesn’t respond. After a moment, I finally turn to face him and he’s already looking at me. Wonder in his features, and his signature smile all over his face. If that’s even what I should call it. It’s new to me. It’s new to him.
The bang continues to echo in the distance, and the light in the sky reflects off his eyes. I sit up on my knees in front of him, taking his face in my hands before I straddle my legs over his thick thighs, refusing to sit down completely because I don’t want to take this further if he’s not ready.
“Blair,” he says on an exhale, so low I almost miss it.
My name coming off his lips like a plea.
Begging me for more.
Slowly I lean in. Letting my lips graze his, and I feel the sharp intake of his breath. I press my lips to the corner of his before grazing back to the middle.
“I want you,” I whisper.
His one hand grips my thigh, holding me in place, while the other comes up, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before tangling his fingers through the hair at the back of my head.
“Now you know how I feel,” he says, his breath hot on my lips. My heart pounds in my chest as I settle down completely on his lap. I feel his already hardened cock between my legs, and desire burns through my blood. I don’t pull away. “I’ve never fucking wanted anyone the way I want you, Blair.”
His words come out with conviction.
He means everything he’s telling me right now .
I smile against his lips. “What are you going to do about it?”
He pulls his head back for a better look into my eyes. Boom after boom echo, while lights flash around us. Each one lighting up the space, showing me every feature on his face. Every feeling.
It’s want.
It’s need and desire.
“Not here,” he grits out, bringing his hands to my hips and holding them tightly in place. “The first time I have you completely, it won’t be out here.”
I’m so turned on by the way he talks to me. Even if it’s not meant to come out dirty, his change in tone just makes me want it that much more. It’s a burly and demanding voice, begging me to go against everything he’s saying.
Grinding my hips once against his erection beneath me, he groans. I realize instantly, I’ve made a mistake because if he truly tries to stop me, I don’t think I’ll survive. He’s thick and hard, I don’t even have to see it with my eyes to know this.
“Sweetheart,” he growls. “Don’t start something we can’t finish.”
I rest both hands on his shoulders and grind my hips again, chasing the friction between us. But he stops me by lifting me off his lap. I let him, but I scoot down his legs and let my hands find the buckle on his belt.
This time he doesn’t stop me.
I unclasp it, pulling it from the loops before looking up at him. He watches my every move as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down, he lifts just enough to allow me to scoot the jeans down to his thighs. When I reach for his boxer briefs, I hook a finger into the waistband, but he stops me with a hand around my wrist.
“You don’t have to do this,” he says.
The only answer I give in response is dipping my hand into his briefs and wrapping it around his length. I moan in pleasure. I freaking moan from just the contact because Griffin Barlow is huge. Without even looking down, I can feel the veins in the palm of my hand.
Reluctantly, I release my hold on his cock. Using both hands, I slide his briefs down and then his jeans, bringing them all the way down to his ankles to allow me space between him. I look down, my eyes widen, and my breath picks up speed. I have never been this turned on before when we haven’t even done anything.
I sit back on my heels between his legs, letting my hand glide up his length and over the tip. Precum coats my palm, and I moan quietly again. A vision of him inside of me as I stroke up and down.
He might actually break me.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he hisses, letting his eyes close and head fall back.
Taking the opportunity to really give him pleasure the way he did me last night, I lean down and swipe my tongue across the tip of his cock, watching as his eyes fly open and he stares down at me. I open my mouth wide and slowly take him in.
Holy. Shit. This is so hot.
He moves the hair out of my face before holding it at the top of my head for a better view.
“I’ve had thoughts about this,” he breathes out. “Thoughts of you sucking my cock and taking me deep in the back of your throat with that pretty little mouth of yours.”
His dirty words fill the air and I bob my head up and down at a faster speed. Letting my tongue drag up the shaft slowly before attempting to take him completely.
“But this right here,” he pants out. “Never did I envision you would look this fucking perfect doing it.”
I hum around his cock, the vibration causing him to hiss and tighten his hold on my hair. I don’t let up. I want him to feel everything he’s made me feel. The way he made me come so hard I saw stars, figuratively and literally, on his back porch. I grip the base of his cock with my hand, keeping it in motion with my mouth.
My legs squirm, aching for some kind of friction to release what’s building inside of me, and he notices.
“Reach your hand inside your jeans, sweetheart,” he orders. “I want to know how wet you are right now.”
I release him from my mouth, but keep my mouth hovering over the tip. “I’m soaked , Griffin.” I moan the word as if saying it out loud is painful. I want his hands on me. I want him to feel it for himself. “I told you I want you.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath, letting his head fall back.
I slide my hand up and down his shaft before taking him in my mouth again. The way his body flinches at my touch, and he hisses at the contact tells me he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Bobbing my head up and down, keeping a quick rhythm, I know he’s close. I want to see him lose control for once. Only for me .
“Blair,” he warns. “I’m close.”
I hum in response, twisting my hand at just the right angle to elicit a gasp from him. His body tightens and his head falls back against the truck as pleasure races through him.
“Shit. Off. I’m going to come,” he rasps.
With one hand on his cock, I press the other to his abdomen before opening the back of my throat and letting him in completely. Silently telling him that I will absolutely not be releasing my mouth from this moment. In seconds, his cum is pouring down the back of my throat while he simultaneously releases a string of curse words under his breath. His voice is deep and raspy, igniting every nerve ending in my body. Wanting—no, needing—more from him.
Once he stops pulsing and his body goes slack, I sit up on my heels, wiping the corner of my mouth with the tip of my finger. His gaze locked on the small movement as he sits there in silence .
Something flashes in his eyes, and he moves quickly to hold the sides of my face, pulling me in before he crashes his lips to mine. Never in my history of dating or being married has a man kissed me after something like this. I hesitate, keeping my lips tight to avoid him cringing.
He pulls away, only a breath from my lips. “Open up for me. Let me in. Let me kiss you the way you deserve to be kissed.”
My eyes bounce between his for just a brief second before my lips are back on his. I pull my body forward to straddle his bare legs to deepen the kiss. His mouth suctions to mine like he needs this more than air. Like he wouldn’t survive without this.
I’ve never been kissed the way he kisses me.
It’s primal, mixed with sweet and soft. If that’s even possible.
His hands tangle in my hair, but he pulls away again, “I wasn’t planning on fucking you out here,” he starts, while his other hand trails down my back before landing on my ass. He gives me a tight squeeze. “But I’m not sure I could resist you if I tried.”
“Lose control with me, Griffin,” I whisper against his mouth, letting my forehead fall to his. “I want everything.”
He moves quickly, sitting up while I move to the side, letting him reach for the pocket of his jeans bunched around his ankles and pulls out his wallet to grab a condom. Tearing the packet with his teeth before sliding it on.
I think he’s going to reach for the button of my jeans, but he kisses me again. I melt into him because I can’t help it. I want it just as much as he does.
He releases his hold on my face, but I don’t pull away.
I let my lips linger over his as he reaches for the button on my jeans, undoing them in record time and pushing them down to my ankles, allowing me to kick them off.
I straddle his legs to sit, but he stops me again, and I can’t fight the groan I let out. Holding me over him, he takes a finger, slides it through my pussy, and my back arches at the sensation. My annoyance is out the window with just one light touch .
“Fuck. You’re dripping for me,” he draws out.
I rest my hands on his shoulders again, hovering over his thick erection. I don’t know how he’s even this hard, this quick. He has one hand on my waist, and the other wrapped around his shaft lined up with my entrance. Just as I’m about to slide down, he swipes the tip across my clit one, two, three times, forcing my hold on his shoulders to tighten at how good it feels before he presses the tip of his cock inside of me.
“I—Shit,” I stutter, unable to find the words for the pleasure that’s currently taking over my body. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
“You can take it, sweetheart.”
His voice reverberates in my body, and I stare at him. My breathing feels rapid and labored the longer I keep eye contact with him. Knowing I’ve never wanted something the way I want this with him.
“Breathe for me, Blair,” he whispers. “Relax for me.”
I refuse to avert my gaze as I settle on him, pushing him deeper and deeper into me until he’s as far as he can go. My mouth opens at the sensation, feeling him through every inch of my body as his cock stretches me.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out.
I can’t move. I can’t even see straight because Griffin Barlow has taken every single part of me and turned me into a puddle on his lap.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I swallow, my throat feeling dry, before giving him a tight nod. “I’m good.”
“You feel so fucking good, Blair. Your pussy is so tight, like it was made for me.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You haven’t even moved, and I already know that I’m going to come again, harder than I ever have before.”
“If you keep talking like that, I might too.” I laugh, but the way my body shakes when I do, I suck in a sharp breath because I feel him everywhere.
I allow my hips to roll on top of him, bringing my lip between my teeth. Him inside of me, the friction on my clit, it’s almost too much. It’s overwhelming in all the right ways.
This feels right.
His hands grip my waist as I pick up speed, rocking back and forth on him, chasing the pleasure. Neither of us stops staring at the other, and I know by the look in his eyes this isn’t about sex for either of us.
It’s more.
It’s a feeling that used to scare me, because the idea of being with another man after the greatest heartbreak in life was the scariest thing. I swore I wouldn’t let another man inside my heart. He’s broken down those walls over time to the point this only feels that much more powerful.
I reach for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head as my hips continue in a back-and-forth rocking motion. As soon as I toss it to the side, cold air hits my chest and I’m finding it difficult to breathe. Griffin reaches behind me, unhooking the clasp of my bra and letting it fall to the side as he cups both breasts in his large hands.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he draws out before peppering kisses along my collarbone, sending even more chills down my spine. My body arches into him as my hands intertwine in his hair, pulling him close to me, only deepening the connection that’s already happening between us.
“This feels so good, Griffin. Fuck,” I pant, picking up speed. “I don’t think I’m going to last.”
“You need to last,” he spits out.
I draw back, eyes connecting with his dark ones. “Huh?”
“I don’t want this feeling to end,” he admits. “The feeling of you riding my cock like this is…it’s heaven. You are fucking heaven on earth, Blair. A storm that’s taken over every part of my life and I don’t want this to end. I need you to last a little longer so I can feel everything you’re willing to give me.”
He grips my breasts harder. Then fingers toy with one nipple and his mouth comes to suck on the other.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to,” I moan into his hair. “I’m struggling to hold back here. You’re so big. I feel so full.”
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
I reposition myself on him, allowing myself to bounce on his lap. Feeling his cock drive in and out of me.
“That’s it. Ride me,” he growls.
I won't stop. Instead, I move harder and faster with his words until I reach a breaking point. Bringing both of us closer to the edge than I’ve ever been before, fighting like hell.
“Give it to me,” he groans as if he’s right there too. “Give me fucking everything.”
And I do.
“Fuck,” I cry out as I allow myself to go over the edge with him at the same time the grand finale of fireworks explodes in the surrounding sky, lighting up everything surrounding us. My orgasm is so powerful that my vision blurs. My body shakes around him as he holds me close to him, and I do the same with arms around his neck, pulling his face to my chest.
“Oh my god,” I moan through it.
“Fuck,” he grits out at the same time.
Both of us ride out our orgasm, holding each other close as if neither of us wants to let go. Our chests rise and fall in unison as we sit there, unmoving. Thoughts racing through my head as I wonder what the hell that was. It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Reginald barking from inside the truck forces us to snap out of our haze. We pause, staring at each other before we both let out a laugh and we move to gather our things to get dressed. The sky around us is dark, and the only sound is crickets in the distance and the light breeze blowing the trees .
Griffin jumps from the bed of the truck as I finish putting my shirt back on. The chill in the air, and losing contact with his arms, has left me feeling colder than before.
Once I finish, I look over at him and he has his hand extended for me, guiding me out of the truck to the ground. My legs feel weak, and I almost lose my footing, but he catches me with strong arms around my waist before his fingers grip my chin, urging me to look up at him.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “This wasn’t how I wanted to do that. Not out here. It’s not why I brought you here.”
I grip the edges of his flannel that’s still unbuttoned, lifting on my toes to press my lips to his. We both melt as he hums into my kiss.
I don’t want to stop kissing him.
I think about what Lily told me. How she said I need to assure him I plan to stay here if I want him to tell me how he’s really feeling about all of this. How I need to tell him that this isn’t a temporary home for me to escape the city life.
When I first moved here, I wasn’t sure.
Before I fell for Griffin I fell for the town charm. I knew this place was it for me.
Finding home wasn’t what I expected, but it happened.
I pull away from the kiss, smiling into his lips. “Everything was perfect, Griffin.”
“Did I officially lose the nickname?” He smirks.
I laugh, stepping out of his hold and leaning back against the bed of the truck. “I guess.” I shrug.
“Good,” he says. I open my mouth to tell him what Lily told me I should say to him, even though it feels cliché after a moment like this, but he continues. “Come to the ranch with me tomorrow,” he asks quickly.
“The ranch?”
He nods. “I want to show you something.”
“Okay, cowboy,” I say with a grin, knowing it’s the same nickname, but different .
He shakes his head in disbelief as he makes his way to the passenger door to open it for me. I don’t miss the smile on his face, even if he is trying to hide it from me.
I spend the whole drive home replaying the night in my head.
Thoughts of a possible future with the man who has one hand on the wheel and the other resting his on Reginald’s back, lightly petting him.
I want it.
I just hope like hell my past never creeps into my future.