34. Griffin
GRIFFIN
“You and Zeb had sex today, didn’t you?”
The question has been nagging at me ever since I got home, so I corner Ember the first chance I get.
She pauses, her eyes bright as she looks up at me, and I know the answer before she speaks. “What gave it away?”
I shrug. “I just knew.”
“I was going to tell you.”
I shrug again. She seems faintly guilty about it, but I’m not bothered. In fact, it’s a hopeful sign. “Was it good?”
When she swats at my chest, I capture her hand and kiss the tips of her fingers. “Not as good as me. I know.”
She pulls away, but she’s giggling.
Later that night, when Ember’s in her room studying, I knock on her open door. “How’s it going?”
She’s already in her pajamas, sitting on the bed, her hair piled on the top of her head in a loose bun. “C’mon in. I’m having a hard time focusing.”
There’s an open spot at the foot of the bed, so I take a seat. “It must be a lot, keeping up with school when you work full time.”
“It can be tiring.”
“I could help you relax.”
She smirks and shakes her head. “I’ll bet you could.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“No?” She stacks her notepad on top of her tablet and puts them aside. Looks like study time is over.
“I give excellent massages.”
“Is that right?”
“Want me to show you?”
She glances toward her open door, then bites her lip. “It’s hard to say no to a massage.”
I squeeze her knee and rub the spot to give her a sample. “There’s no reason to say no.”
“I haven’t talked to Frank yet, about what happened with Zeb.”
“He knows.”
Her brows shoot up. “Zeb told him?”
“Frank’s pretty tuned in to you. He suspected, and I confirmed it, since you said you were planning to tell him.”
“I just want everything out in the open among the four of us. I don’t want things to be weird.”
My hand moves up to the back of her neck, where it presses into the tight muscles I find there. “You worry too much. Things aren’t going to be weird.”
“This wasn’t supposed to go beyond one night.”
“Why would you want to stop when things are so good?”
Her head falls back when I move behind her and add a second hand. “There are multiple reasons, but I can’t quite think of them right now. Oh my god, Griffin, that feels so good.”
There’s nothing I love more than doing things that make Ember say that, and though there are other ways I prefer to elicit that response, right now she needs to relax. Though my housemates and I had her plenty relaxed last night, I know the situation seems complicated from her perspective.
I hope she comes to realize that it doesn’t need to be.
“Want to lie down? I can get your back better.”
She glances at me over her shoulder, her voice low. “Close the door.”
“As you wish.” When I return to the bed, she’s lying face down, her ass looking more delicious than all the food Zeb made for dinner.
I resume the massage, stroking upward from her waist, to her shoulders, down her arms, to her hands and fingers.
“Oh, that feels surprisingly good.”
“Your hands must get tired from typing.”
She moans against her pillow, a sound that puts my dick on alert. “I didn’t realize they were until you started massaging them.”
Despite my arousal, I don’t rush. In fact, if this massage doesn’t lead anywhere except to her falling asleep, I won’t mind.
Don’t get me wrong, I want her, but I also want what’s best for her. Call me a hero.
“What’s so funny?” Ember asks.
“Oh, just laughing at my own thoughts.”
She lifts her head and turns to look at me. “You’re cracking yourself up?”
I shrug. “I guess I am.”
This amuses her, and she looks so beautiful laughing that I have to roll her over and kiss her.
I still intend to continue the massage, but Ember has other ideas. As we kiss, she tugs at my shirt, and slides her hands over my abs, up to my chest, and around to my back. She pulls me closer, until I’m lying atop her.
“Oh, hello,” she purrs, pressing her hip against the bulge in my jeans.
“That’s your fault.”
“My fault?” Her hand replaces her hip, stroking over me.
“You were moaning … from the massage.”
“All it takes is some moaning?” She squeezes my cock through my pants.
“When it comes to you, yeah.”
“Good to know.” Her leg wraps around mine, and her hand that isn’t making my dick harder squeezes one of my lats. “I like these muscles,” she says.
“I like being in a bed with you.” I like her in my lap, on a desk, and on a couch, and I’m one hundred percent sure I’d like her anywhere, but being in her bed adds something extra.
“Do you want to sleep in here tonight?”
I lay a line of kisses down the side of her neck. “I’d like that very much.”
I pull one side of her collar down and press a kiss to the top of her breast. “Let me go get my teddy bear, and I’ll be right back.”
“Your teddy bear?” She pulls her head back to look at me, and I give her a grin.
“Yeah, I can’t sleep without him.”
She’s laughing again as I get up, and it takes enormous effort to leave the room. There’s no teddy bear, but I do need to grab some condoms. I also change into pajama pants, though if all goes well, I’ll be sleeping naked with Ember in my arms.