CHAPTER FIVE
Griffin
The clock on my dash read six-forty-five.
I’d been in the parking lot of the diner for twenty minutes. I’d finished fixing her porch yesterday and then high tailed it back up the mountain. I’d spent the last twenty-four hours trying to convince myself not to do what I was about to do.
It hadn’t worked.
I was here, waiting for her to come to me, damn the age difference, the I shouldn’t do this lectures spinning around in my mind.
No. Tonight I was going to make her mine.
When she finally stepped out, she looked exhausted and I cursed myself. I should take her home and let her sleep. Care for her. Not fuck her the way I was about to.
She looked beautiful though. Her hair was escaping from her ponytail, and she’d changed out of her uniform into an emerald green top that skimmed over her curves. She saw my truck and walked straight toward me without hesitating. She climbed into the cab before I could get out and help her.
I didn’t say a word. I threw the truck into gear and started the climb up the mountain.
“Thank you for fixing the porch. My mom appreciated it.”
I tightened my grip on the wheel until the leather groaned. “I’m not looking for a thank you, Keely.”
“I know. That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.”
I pulled the truck into the clearing in front of my cabin, walking around and opening her door. I didn’t help her down this time. I hauled her out, my hands locking onto her hips as I pinned her against the side of the truck.
She sucked in a breath, and her hands went to my chest. I gripped her hips harder. Pulled her closer. “Last chance, Keely. You walk into that cabin, and the too young talk is over.”
I meant it as a warning. To her. To myself.
I wasn’t the right thing for her—I was full of damage, lingering darkness, and things I’d never be able to take back.
But I was done pretending I was doing the right thing by wanting her.
It wasn’t the right thing, but God help me, I couldn’t make myself say the words that would end it before it began.
She gave a little laugh and put her arms around my neck. “I never said I was too young, mountain man. That was you.”
I reached up and took down her hair, letting it fall down around her shoulders. “You are too young, Keely. Too young. Too innocent. And I’m not going to play nice. I’m not going to be careful.”
“I know,” she whispered. “Now, shut up and take me inside, Griffin.”
I picked her up and carried her inside. She didn’t protest, just laid her hand against my shoulder. The second the door slammed shut, I had her against it. I didn’t waste time with a slow build. I reached down, grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head.
She was wearing a plain white bra like the one yesterday.
I let my gaze devour her. For just a second her arms moved, like they wanted to cross them over her stomach.
To hide from me. She caught herself and dropped them to her sides and lifted her chin and looked at me straight on like it cost her something.
It did. I could see that it did.
I didn’t look away. I didn’t rush past it or pretend I hadn’t noticed or give her something soft and reassuring that she could dismiss.
I looked—slow and deliberate and completely without apology.
The pale skin, the generous curve of her breasts straining against the cotton, the soft give of her stomach, the full flare of her hips.
All of it. Every inch she’d been waiting for me to flinch at.
I didn’t flinch.
My cock was so hard it was painful, straining against my jeans, and she was standing there with her arms at her sides and her chin up and her lower lip caught between her teeth and I had never wanted anything the way I wanted to bury myself inside her.
“You have no idea,” I muttered, my fingers slowly working the front clasp of her bra before pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. “How many times I’ve pictured you like this.”
I bent my head, capturing a nipple with my teeth, and she let out a sound that my cock start leaking.
I bit down on the nipple, gripping her soft flesh hard with my hand, pushing it toward me.
I was so hungry for her I wanted to put her whole damn breast in my mouth.
Sucking the nipple into my mouth, I pulled at the hardened flesh until it was distorted.
Then, I turned my attention to the other one, pinching and squeezing the one I’d just devoured.
She threw her head back against the wall as I worked her over with my mouth.
But I wasn’t finished with her yet. My hands found the waistband of her jeans and I unzipped them. I slid my hand down the front of them, curling my hand over her mound. “Are you wet, baby girl? Is this pussy flooded with cream?”
“Yes, Griffin. Now touch me.”
I did, I pushed my finger underneath the lace and groaned when I found out just how wet she really was for me.
I slid my finger along her slit, parting her folds before coming back to her clit.
I pinched it, making her jump. Her eyes flew open and her gaze locked with mine.
I did it again before I started to rub it with my fingers.
“Do you like that? Am I getting you all worked up for me?”
Her hands grabbed my shoulders as if she couldn’t stand up by herself anymore. I worked her for a few more minutes, loving the whimpers and moans I was dragging from her body. Finally, I pulled my hand away. “I’ve got to taste you, Keely. I want to lick up all that sweetness.”
I crouched before her, my cock straining. I knew there’d be impressions of the zipper on my skin. I was too damn hard for her. I took her sneakers off and set them aside. Then I reached up and slide her jeans off her body. Leaning forward, I nuzzled my nose against her center, breathing her in.
“So damn sweet,” I murmured. I gave her one long lick over the panties then they were sliding down her legs. I parted her with my fingers before moving closer, her pussy pink and glistening.
She let out a small scream when I licked her again, this time deep in her folds.
“Easy, baby.” My hot breath blew over her. “I’m just getting started.”
And I was. I licked her again, and again, drinking up all her juices. My mouth found her bud and I sucked it into my mouth. Her legs started to shake but I held her open with my hands, eating her out.
I circled her hole with my tongue, then thrust it inside. My fingers found her clit and I rubbed hard. I wanted to send her over the edge with my tongue inside her.
“Griffin,” she gasped, tugging at my hair. I didn’t know or care if she wanted me to stop. I was going to make her come.
And she did. In great, big shuddering breaths, her limbs trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over her. I kept touching her, tasting her until the trembling subsided.
I picked her up again, moving her legs around my waist as I carried her to my bed, my hands on her ass, spreading her open. I ran my fingers lightly over her.
Her eyes popped open. “Griffin,” she whispered.
“Easy, baby. I need to know what you like.”
I didn’t lay her down gently. I dropped her onto the quilt and let myself look—really look, no pretending, no more lying to myself about what I wanted.
She was built soft and generous in every place that mattered, her curves full and unashamed, her skin pale against the dark quilt.
Her breasts were big and full, dark pink areolas surrounding her thick nipples.
Her thighs. God, her thighs. Her thighs were thick and soft, and I wanted to spend an hour with my face between them.
And between her legs was heaven. Heaven covered by a trimmed nest of dark curves.
I shuddered just thinking about sinking my cock into the warm, giving flesh.
Reaching back, I pulled my t-shirt over my head. I knew what she’d see. A body covered in scars. Some white and faded while others were pink and fresh. I also knew they wouldn’t bother her. She’d never looked away from the one on my face, and I knew she wouldn’t look away from those on my body.
I kicked off my boots and unfastened my jeans. She watched me the entire time, lying on my bed, her body on full display for me.
“Open your legs, Keely.” There was a brief hesitation, but she let those beautiful thighs fall open. “Now touch yourself.”
I pushed my jeans down my legs and stepped out of them.
I took my cock in my hand, rubbing the head with my palm.
Pre-cum leaked from the slit and I smoothed it over the dark purple length.
Keely put her hands between her legs but didn’t seem to know what to do.
“Did you like my mouth on you? Did you like my fingers rubbing you?
“Yes.” I barely heard her even though the cabin was dead silent.
“Then do that.” She did. I watched for a few seconds. “Now put your fingers inside.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. She pushed two fingers inside her pussy, groaning a little. “Now look at me.”
She did and I started stroking my cock. Long, hard strokes that had me moaning. “Do you see how hard I am for you? How much I want to fuck you?”
“Yes.” Her fingers moved faster. “Please, Griffin, I feel so empty.”
Those not so innocent words pushed me way past my control limits. I moved onto the bed, between her legs, my hands gripping the soft curve of her thighs as I spread her wider. She was built for a man like me—someone who needed something substantial to hold onto while he lost his mind.
I’d been with women before. Thinner. Quieter. Easier. None of them had ever made me feel like this — like I was finally holding something real. Something worth losing my mind over.
“I told you I was going to empty myself inside you,” I said, my voice sounding like a threat, but it was really a promise. “I’m going to fuck you raw, Keely. You’re mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her legs widening for me. “I’m yours. Do it. Take me, Griffin.”
I sank into her, intending to plunge in with one heavy thrust. But she was tight—so damn tight. I went still, my muscles corded and jumping as I fought the urge to finish.
“Fuck, Keely, are you a virgin?” I should have known the voice rang in my head, trying desperately to get back my control.
Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“And when was I supposed to do that, mountain man? Before or after you made me come with your mouth against your door?”
“Fuck.”
I went still. Not because I wanted to stop. Because I couldn’t breathe.
She was twenty-three years old and she’d given this to me. To me—a broken man who was hard and unforgiving in so many ways. She should have given this to someone who deserved it. Someone clean. Someone who still believed the world was worth something. Someone her own age.
Instead, she’d given it to me. And God help me, I couldn’t make myself regret it. Because no one would ever worship her like I was about to.
The thought of another man ever touching her went through me like a blade.
She was mine. She’d always been going to be mine.
I understood that now with a certainty that had nothing to do with reason and everything to do with the emotions running through me.
Things I’d never felt before. Things I knew I didn’t deserve to feel.
But I did.
For her. Only for her.
I watched her face, the way her eyes went wide, the way her mouth fell open as she realized I was growing even larger inside her.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she choked out, her heels digging into the mattress to pull me deeper.
I didn’t stop.
I pulled back and then thrust hard and deep inside her, breaking through in one powerful thrust. She was the tightest, hottest thing I’d ever felt wrapped around my cock and she’d given that to me. To me.
“You’re mine now. Only mine.”
I started a rhythm that was raw and aggressive, my body slamming into hers with every ounce of the hunger I’d been suppressing.
I wasn’t a good man, and I wasn’t a gentle one.
I was a man who had finally found the only thing in the world that felt like peace, and I was going to destroy us both to keep it.
She met me stroke for stroke, her sass replaced by a desperate need. I watched the way my hands looked against her soft skin, the contrast of my scars against her perfection. I reached down, my thumb finding her again, working her as I drove into her, and she went off like a bomb.
The sound she made—that high, broken cry—was the final straw.
I buried my face in her neck, my teeth marking her skin again and let go.
I emptied myself into her, my body shaking with the force of it, until there was nothing left but the sound of our breathing and the silence of the mountain outside.
I didn’t pull away. I stayed heavy on top of her, my face hidden in her hair, finally feeling the quiet I’d been looking for since I’d come home.