Chapter 34
Thirty-Four
Piper
“Oh shit,” I laugh, scrambling to my feet.
Griffin stands, grabs my hand, and backs toward the car. “Move your ass!”
The sky opens in seconds, a full, drenching downpour.
I shriek and sprint, the ground slippery beneath my sandals, rain hitting so hard it stings. Griffin is behind me, laughing as I fumble with the passenger door.
“It’s locked!” I yell.
“Unlock it!”
“That’s your side!”
“Jesus Christ.”
He hits the key fob, and we practically fall into the car at the same time, slamming the doors shut as the storm pounds the roof.
For a moment, neither of us speaks.
We’re gasping.
Dripping.
Laughing breathlessly.
My hair is plastered to my cheeks, and my dress is glued to my body. Griffin looks like he just walked out of the ocean.
He pushes his wet hair back with both hands. “Holy shit.”
I start laughing again, chest heaving. “That escalated.”
“I told you it was coming.”
“No, you said—” A hiccup-laugh cuts me off. “You said we were about to get hit. You didn’t say by the wrath of God.”
His grin softens into something warm. Something that makes my stomach flip.
Rain pours down the windshield so hard it blurs everything outside.
Inside the car, it’s just us.
Breathless.
Soaked.
Close.
Griffin’s eyes drop to my shirt. “You’re drenched.”
I snort. “You’re one to talk.”
He drags a hand over his face, wiping water from his jawline. “We really need to stop meeting like this.”
“Like what?”
“Half-clothed and soaked through.”
My pulse spikes.
He notices. I know he does. His jaw flexes the smallest bit.
The rain keeps pounding, the world stays blurred, and inside this car, everything feels sharper.
More intense.
More… inevitable.
Neither of us moves or looks away.
The rain keeps hammering the roof. The windows fog fast, a slow, creeping haze that closes us in. The only light comes from the storm outside. It’s gray and silver and flickering faintly through the downpour.
His eyes trace over me like he can’t look anywhere else.
Water drips from my hair to my shoulder, then slides down between my breasts. His heated gaze follows it, and I feel my nipples tighten against the thin fabric of my dress. It’s soaked and stuck to my skin.
I should be cold, but I’m not. I’m burning.
My heart kicks hard against my ribs.
One breath. Two.
Then we both snap.
I scramble across the console, and Griffin catches me the second I’m in reach. Climbing onto his lap, I straddle him, knees on either side of his hips, soaked fabric sticking to leather. His hands are already on my thighs, gripping hard.
The seat creaks as he pushes it back, giving me room, and my dress rides up as I shift my weight. He groans into my mouth when our bodies align.
“Jesus, fuck, Pipes,” he breathes.
“I’m blaming the rain.”
He grins. “Blame whatever you want. Just don’t stop.”
I won’t.
I can’t.
The windows fog so fast it feels like the car is breathing with us. My hands are on his chest, his neck, his face, anywhere I can touch. His mouth is hot and desperate on mine. We kiss like we’re trying to undo everything. Or maybe do it all over again.
I roll my hips once, and he curses into my mouth.
“You’re soaked,” he growls.
“Rain,” I lie, breath hitching.
His hand slips under my dress, dragging it up my thighs, and I thank every higher power that I wore this stupid cotton thing. No buttons or zippers, just thin, clinging fabric and zero barriers.
“God bless summer dresses,” he mutters, as if reading my mind.
“I know, right?”
He grabs my ass, grinds me down on him, and we both groan. His cock is already hard beneath me, pressing against my soaked underwear.
I rock again. “Need you inside me.”
That wrecks him.
He shoves my underwear aside, fingers dragging through me, and groans like he’s in pain. “You’re so fucking wet.”
This time, it has nothing to do with the storm.
“Mmm,” I moan.
His eyes flash.
One hand grips my waist, the other fumbles between us to unzip and free himself, and then he’s there. Hot and hard and pressed right where I need him. My breath stutters as my body clenches.
I lift my hips, and he lines us up.
With a deep inhale, I sink down.
We both go still.
“Griffin,” I breathe.
“Jesus Christ,” he curses, hands gripping my hips.
It’s fast and deep and full. Every inch of him, thick and pulsing. I brace my hands on his shoulders, forehead falling to his as I start to move. It’s slow at first, but it doesn’t stay that way.
It can’t.
The moment the friction hits just right, I let out a sound I don’t recognize. He bites it back with a kiss, hand sliding up to cup my jaw.
“God, Piper.”
“Don’t stop,” I cry out.
“I couldn’t if I tried.”
I ride him harder until the rhythm is wild. Water drips from my chin to his cheek. The car rocks. The seat groans. The windows are completely fogged. His hands claim and brand everywhere he touches.
He slides one down and finds my clit.
My hips jerk.
“I’m so close,” I pant.
“Come for me, baby,” he rasps.
And I do.
Fast and sudden, my whole body locks tight as I fall apart in his lap. My nails dig into his shoulders as I press my face into his neck and come with a strangled moan that rips through the quiet storm of the car.
He curses and thrusts up into me, once, twice, then he’s gone too. A groan vibrates deep in his chest as he follows me over, his arms wrapping around me so tight it’s like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.
We breathe, still wrapped around each other as the rain pounds the roof and the storm rages outside.