Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
GRIFF
T he Fencepost was full tonight. The nine of us made our way back to the table where we always congregated. Elle was relaxed at my side, her fingers laced through mine. I couldn’t help squeezing her hand. She looked up and smiled at me. Nora had called to make sure Lydia saved it for us. “Okay, what’s everyone drinking?” Kipp asked, as he pulled out the chair for Nora.
“Beer,” the girls said all at the same time. Elle went to sit, but I pulled her to me and placed a kiss on her lips. Not just any kiss, one that would burn the bar to the ground. People hooted and whistled as I buried my hand in her hair and slipped my tongue between her lips.
Pulling away, I smiled as she turned a lovely shade of red. “I’ll be right back.” Elle nodded and plopped down into the chair. As I walked away, I couldn’t help but smile at the bubble of laughter that erupted from our table.
“So, I hear you’ve got that NILF living with you,” a voice from beside me said. I’d seen him around before, but I didn’t know who he was. The smirk on his face was irritating, and he turned and looked over to our table.
“Excuse me?”
“You know, a NILF.” He said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Nope, can’t say I do.” I looked over at Lydia and held up two fingers, and she nodded.
The man giggled. Like an actual twelve-year old girl giggling. “Like a MILF, but a NILF. Nurse, I’d like to fuck.”
Slowly, I looked at him, wondering if he really said that. “What did you say?”
“NILF, I bet she’s a good fu–” The man didn’t have the opportunity to continue because I hit him with a right hook.
His head snapped to the side, and when he looked back at me, I could tell he was fired up on adrenaline and cheap beer. “You’re going to fucking regret doing that.” He caught my jaw with a punch of his own, and I saw red.
I rolled up my sleeves. “The only thing I’d regret is not doing it again.” The people around us moved back, and gave us space. He lunged at me. Punch after punch was thrown. Most of his didn’t connect and I’d gotten a few good shots in, but he was refusing to back down. I grabbed him with my right, grappled with him for a moment or two, before punching him in the stomach with my left hand. Pain seared through me on impact, as white hot lightning shot through my fingers up to my shoulder.I stumbled back while he dropped to the ground, and curled into a ball.
“Break it up, assholes.” Lydia said, standing on top of the bar with a baseball bat over her shoulder. She didn’t even come up to my shoulder when she stood beside me, but I’d seen her wield that weapon before and I wasn’t about to be on the receiving end.
Ryder lifted Lydia off the bar and she walked over to stay between me and the man on the floor. “Go sit in your corner, and think about what you did, or I’m kicking you out.” Her blue eyes flicked to Ryder, and she arched her brow.
“Come on, Rocky, you made your point,” Ryder said as he pushed me to the table. Grabbing the beer, I took a swig and pressed the cool glass against my eye. Our group was silent, and the other patrons were slowly going back to their conversations.
“What the fuck, Griff?” Elle asked when we got back to the table. Reaching up, she pulled the beer away, inspecting my eye. She rummaged around in her purse, and got her phone out. Turning on the flashlight, she shone it in my face and narrowed her gaze. “You’ll survive. What was that all about?” She asked through gritted teeth as she threw her phone back in her purse.
“No man is going to disrespect you and get away with it,” I growl as I take another drink of my beer, pulling out the chair for her. “Not while I’m around.”
She sat, and I took the empty space beside her, but she was tense, and even in the dimly lit bar, I could see her cheeks flush. Her hands were clasped in her lap and she hadn’t even reached for her beer. “Excuse me,” Elle said to the table as she pushed her chair away from the table and moved toward the door without a glance back to me.
Nora, Fallon, and Kristin, all shifted and I held my hand up for them to stop. They turned and frowned at me before taking their seats again. “I did this. I’ll check on her,” I said as I set my drink down and weaved my way through the dancers as I made my way to the exit.
The night air was cool and I hadn’t realized how hot I was in there. Looking around the parking lot, I spotted her heading to the truck. “Elle, wait,” I called, but she kept walking.
“Griff, we’ll talk about this later,” She said as I got close to her. Reaching out I wrapped my hand around her arm gently, and she finally stopped walking and turned. “What were you thinking?”
People walked by us on their way into the bar, and I pulled her out into the parking lot so we weren’t the side show for every person who walked in. “I was thinking I was defending your honor. That fucker called you a NILF.”
“What’s wrong with that? I’ve been called far worse by patients.” She scoffed.
“You do realize it means nurse I’d like to fuck, right?” I crossed my arms and grimaced because of the pain in my shoulder.
“Of course, I know. So let me get this straight: it’s okay for you to call me woman but I can’t be called a NILF?” Anger flashed in her eyes and she went to walk by me.
Reaching out, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her to me, so my body was pressed up against her back, and there would be no missing my arousal. Lowering my head I whispered, “I call you woman because you’re one hell of a woman, babe.”
“Don’t call me that,” she spat at me.
I let my hand move up her body until I was brushing the underside of her tit with my thumb. “What can I call you?”
“How about my name?” Elle pushed my arm away but wasn’t quick enough to escape my hold. I spun her around and backed her up until she was wedged between me and a random tuck in the parking lot.
“No can do.” I lowered my head and brushed my lips over hers. Damn, she was kissable when she was mad at me.
She pulled away from me, and she frowned. “And why not?” She turned her head and I couldn’t see her eyes anymore.
Damn. I’d really done it this time.
Moving my hand to her throat, I tilted her head to the side and whispered, “Because you’re my Woman. I think I’ve earned the right to?—-”
She stomped on my foot, and this time, I let my grip loosen enough, she could step away from me. “Hold up, you son of a bitch. I’m your woman now?”
Grimacing, I shook my head. She was more trouble than I’d ever imagined. I didn’t care who was standing around, and I didn’t care who might overhear. Taking a step toward her, I wrapped my hand around her throat, forcing her to look up at me. “Woman, the moment you let me bury my cock in you, and screamed my name is when you became mine” Gasps came from two women who’d walked past slowly.
Elle moved away again as she glared at them, and they hurried off. “Oh, you think so, do you?” She crossed her arms, over her chest, and I grabbed her belt buckle, and she crashed into my chest when I pulled her to me.
“Look, we can play this game of cat and mouse all night if you like. I’m not opposed to chasing you as long as it takes.”
She rolled her eyes.
Alright, change of tactic.
“And, I know you think you should be mad, and that it’s probably making you even madder that you aren’t as upset as you ought to be. But I also know the only reason you think that way is because I worried you.” I weaved a lock of her hair through my fingers.
Her eyes softened just a little bit. “You think you know me so well, don’t you?”
“I do. Grab your things we’re leaving.” The stars shone overhead, the occasional howl of a coyote interrupted the still darkness. Little did he know he had nothing on this wild woman of mine.
“No. It’s still early.” She pouted, crossing her arms, so there was a little space between us.
“Exactly. That means I have time to prove how well I know you multiple times tonight.” My hands cupped her ass, I loved the way her curves filled my palms, as I pressed my aching cock against her. In the dim light of the parking lot, I saw her eyes fill with lust and the stubbornness I’d been standing toe-to-toe with was gone.
She ground her hips against me.
“Attagirl. I knew you’d come around.”
“Don’t rub it in”
“Oh, I can’t promise you that. There’ll be plenty of rubbing going on.” In fact, I was going to fuck her so hard her so long and so hard her insides might chafe.
“You know, you can’t flirt your way out of every conflict, right?”
“I’m damn well going to try.”
She shook her head and huffed out a laugh. “I’ve got everything. Let’s go.”
I took her hand, and led to the driver door of the truck.
She cocked her head to the side. “I’m driving? You didn’t even take more than a sip out of your beer.” I opened my door and lifted her onto the seat. She scooted over and was trying to get to her side, when I clamped my hand on her thigh. “Stay.”
“I’m not a dog, Griffin.”
“Didn’t say you were.” I leaned in close. “But if you don’t listen to me I’ll bend you over my seat, and fuck you from behind like you are one.”
A shocked ‘o’ formed on her lips and I was more than satisfied by my ability to render her speechless. But it was the look or raw desire on her face that had me most entranced. We both knew, I’d never risk anyone seeing even an inch of her that wasn’t fit for polite company. But that wasn’t about to stop me from planting the visual in her mind. I wanted her as hot and bothered as I could get her. I had the bothered part on lock, but I needed to tease her until she was on the brink of begging me to fill her.
“All I want is you next to me on the drive home, it would be better if you were straddling me but I’ll settle for my hand between your thighs.” I climbed in the truck next to her, and put one hand on the wheel and the other exactly where I promised and pulled out of the lot. And I did just as I’d told her I would, slipping my hand between her legs as I pulled out of the parking lot.
My phone rang, and I hit the answer button on my steering wheel. “Yeah.” It came out much more irritated than I’d planned.
“Where’d you go?” Ryder asked, his voice reverberating in the truck.
“Elle’s making me go home,” I said as I let my fingers graze over the seam of her jeans, and she gasped.
“I’m not the one making you go home,” she said as she let her head roll to the side, resting on my shoulder, and let out a slow breath.
“Don’t listen to her. She said, I’m on a timeout until I can learn how to play well with others.” Elle tipped her hips back giving me better access. Too caught up in my hand playing with her pussy to protest anymore. I wanted those jeans off and home was seeming further away than it ever had before.
“Gotcha.” Ryder chuckled. “Drive careful, pal,” he said before the line went dead, Elle moaned as I pressed harder.
The street lights became fewer and further apart as we drove out of town. Darkness enveloped the truck, but it felt brighter with her by my side. “Think I can get you off before we get home?” I asked, my voice low and thick. “Take your pants off.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.” She said a little higher pitched than her normal voice.
“I’m serious, woman. Take off your pants and panties.” Pulling my hand away from her thighs I waited.
“I’ll get your seat wet.” Elle didn’t move and I knew it would take her more convincing.
“It’s leather, it can be cleaned. Hurry up. I want to feel how wet you are.” Reaching over I found the button of her jeans and popped it open. That was all the encouragement she needed. She lifted her hips, the sound of her unzipping her jeans made me even harder in anticipation, as it cut through the silence of the truck. I’d make it my own personal mission to make her come as hard as I could before we reached home. Then I’d do it again, and again. If she thought I almost broke her that day in the hay loft she had a whole other thing coming. Tonight she would shatter around my cock.
With just the dash illuminating the cab, I watched her shimmy out of her pants and I almost drove off the road when I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. “Aren’t you a naughty girl tonight.”
She eyed me out of the corner of her eyes. A sultry smirk on her lips that begged to be kissed into oblivion by me. “Well, I have to keep you on your toes.”
“And I need to make yours curl, so be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” I didn’t have to ask her twice, she spread her legs nice and wide and I ran my fingers over her, eliciting a gasp from her when I parted her wet slit. Elle moaned and pressed up into my hand as I coated my hand in her juices. “Do arguments always make you this wet? Because if so, remind me to get you riled up more often.”
“You do have that effect on me. Whether you’re choosing to be infuriating, or not.”
It was true, she was always wet for me, but this was next level.
She whimpered when I pulled my hand away to admire how they glistened in the moonlight, coated in her juices. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean. “God, you taste sweet. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, what would give you that impression?”
“Because I don’t hear you begging me to continue.”
“Oh no, please, don’t stop, I might perish if you do,” she brought the back of her hand to her forehead in mock distress.” I stifled a laugh and despite her theatrics put my fingers right back where they belonged. “We’ll see who gets the last laugh tonight, woman.”
Her expression grew serious as she focused on the circles I was drawing on her clit.
“You can pretend all you want that you aren’t needy for my cock. But this wet pussy of yours tells me everything I need to know. You’re desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”
“I am, I really am,” she moaned as she rubbed herself against my hand. “Please Griff, I need...” She didn’t finish her thought because I pressed two fingers deep inside her.
“Is that what you need?”
“Yes.” She panted as she moved her hips in sync with my thrusts.
“Is it, really? Or do you want more?”
It was a trick question. I knew how impatient she was. How she was always aching for more. My cock throbbed in my jeans begging to be let loose as she all but rode my hand while my thumb stimulated her clit. “Oh god, I’m going to make such a mess. Are you sure you’re not bothered?” She panted.
Bothered?
I slammed on the brakes and pulled off to the side of the road. Turning the dial on the instrument panel to the off position so the cab light wouldn’t come on when I opened the door and got out of the truck.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m about to show you just how bothered I am.”
With a quick flick of my wrist, I popped open my belt buckle while rounding the truck to the passenger side, I opened the door, pulled my belt from the loops with a whoosh and wrapped it loosely around my hand, buckle dangling. Elle inhaled sharply, as she eyed it, wonder dancing over her face, and I chuckled. I grabbed her thighs, turned her, and pulled her ass first to the edge of the seat.
I dragged the cool metal of the buckle over her pussy, and she shivered and moaned in response. She gasped when I gave her ass a swat with it. “That’s for daring to suggest that I could ever be bothered by anything you do. I want your mess. All of it. Always. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Now bite on my belt, woman, because you’re about to make a mess of my cock and I’m about too make you scream.”