Page 44 of Lethal Truths

Nodding, I take a step forward. “Okay,” I say, taking Griffin’s hand when he offers it.

He pulls me further into his room, closing his door with his other hand and flicking on the lights. He doesn’t break eye contact the entire time, keeping me trapped in his gaze. With a tug on my hand, he pulls me into his body, our chests pressed together once more. He kisses me roughly this time, and I fucking love it. Griffin lets my hand go and then slides it between our bodies, cupping my hard cock through my jeans, never breaking the bruising kiss.

I groan, my hips involuntarily rolling forward into his touch. God, this is too good. Memories of the last time I had him like this swarm through my mind. He took the lead a year ago. We had both been drinking, and I was too shocked and nervous to make any demands on my own. But tonight, with the residual terror of finding Prudence in the bath earlier, he’s right; I do need something to control, something to help distract me and put my restless energy into.

Pushing back from Griffin’s delectable lips, I lick my own and then flash a wicked smile. “Get on your knees for me,” I purr.

His gorgeous blue irises are almost swallowed entirely by his blown pupils. Griffin leans in and trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck while his hands make quick work of my jeans. Once they’re undone, Griffin eases his hands beneath my shirt and lifts it. I reach behind me and grab the neckline, yanking the fabric over my head before tossing it onto the floor. Griffin’s gaze scans over my bare chest and abs, and soon, his greedy hands follow, tracing every line and ridge.

“Griffin,” I warn in a low voice. “On your knees.”

He smirks at me. Dropping his head, he kisses my collarbone, my chest, and then flicks his tongue over my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

I hiss at the shock of pleasure, winding my hand through his loose hair and ripping his head back so I can look at him. “You’re being a very bad boy right now. Don’t make me take it out on your throat. I don’t fancy the idea of damaging my new toy so quickly,” I growl, loving the way he lets out a nearly inaudible groan at my words. “On your knees. If I have to tell you one more time, you won’t be able to use that pretty voice of yours for days, even if you wanted to.”

“Fuck,” Griffin murmurs roughly, his chest moving up and down with each of his ragged breaths. I could come from the sound of his hushed words alone. That’s how much it pleases me to hear him. When I release his hair, he drops to his knees, holding my gaze as he does.

A salacious smile spreads over my face. I cup his cheek, saying, “Such a good plaything, aren’t you?” He nods, smoothing his hands over my bare hips before easing my jeans and boxers further down until they drop to the floor. My dick springs free, heavy and aching with need, only inches from Griffin’s mouth. “Show me, then. Be good for me, Griffin. Give us both the distraction we need tonight.”

With one hand on my hip, Griffin wraps the other around my cock, giving it a slow stroke. His eyes are on me when he licks up the bead of precum at my tip, and I almost can’t take it.

Jesus fuck, how badly I’ve wanted him just like this for so long. I blame him, really. I never would have craved this so fucking badly had he never made the first move. I would have been perfectly content as friends and nothing more, until he snapped that barrier between us a year ago, and now it’s been something constantly toying with the far edges of my mind ever since. And tonight, he’s giving me the opportunity to have it all over again.

Griffin takes me into his mouth, his hand still working over my shaft while he starts to suck and bob. I suck in a sharp, pleased breath, admiring the view I have. He twists his hand just right, giving the perfect pressure while his tongue teases the underside of the tip.

“You’re so sexy like this. So perfect,” I whisper, surprising myself. I hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but when Griffin pulls off my cock and blinks up at me, the lightest blush spreading across his cheeks, I’m glad the words slipped out. I smile at him, saying, “I mean it. Keep going. Let me watch how well you swallow me.”

As if my words cracked the last of his hesitancy, Griffin closes his mouth around me once more and this time, he nearly sucks my soul out of my body. He drops his hand from my shaft to my balls, cupping and rolling them expertly while his mouth works me closer and closer to an orgasm.

I thrust into his mouth a little, grinding out a desperate, “That’s it. Fuck, I’m close.” Griffin takes that as a challenge, going even deeper, pushing himself when I hit the back of his throat. His nose almost brushes against the hair at the base of my dick, and when he swallows around me, those crystal blue eyes flicking up to meet my gaze, I can’t hold myself together a second longer. “I’m coming,” I rasp, trying and failing to give him a proper warning. It doesn’t deter him, though. Griffin works my cock, swallowing every drop of my cum, until I’m finished and can hardly stay upright on my feet.

When he eases his mouth off of me, I silently hold out my hand, pleased when he takes it without thinking. Pulling Griffin up to his feet, I seal my lips to his and back him up toward his bed. “I missed your mouth,” I growl against his perfect, swollen lips before gently pushing him onto the mattress. Once he’s seated on the edge, I say, “I missed how you taste. Let me reacquaint myself.”

I sink to my knees between his spread thighs and make quick work of undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. Pulling his cock out, relishing in the feel of him in my hand, I smile up at Griffin only to find him already staring down at me, biting his lip while his gaze rakes over my face. The look in his eyes — the desire and need and open vulnerability — almost knocks me to my ass.

As I lean forward and swallow him down, I make a silent promise to myself to fix whatever had been broken between us and never let it get that bad again. I’ve got a lot of work to do, and I’m not proud of the man I’ve become when I look back over the last few months. I got lost in a sea of dark promises, empty threats, and a yearning to please someone who should love me unconditionally.

It’s only now, as I’m getting my first taste of something I could have lost forever, that I realize just how much I don’t need anything else. None of it matters compared to Griffin and Prudence. Creed, too, though it’s a different kind of love.

I don’t know if I’ll ever win Prudence over — I’m still a bastard, after all, just playing by different rules now — but I’ll damn well try.

And Griffin? As I taste him and hear his light, breathless groan, I know one thing for certain: Griffin is mine. Simple as that. Even if he tried to run from me tomorrow, I’d never let him get far. Not after giving me this tonight.

Once both of us are taken care of and sated, we somehow find our way beneath Griffin’s sheets. Not for another round, even though I wouldn’t be opposed. Instead, we end up laying together, side by side. My arm is stretched out underneath him and he’s laying on my bicep while we both look up at the ceiling. Even after wearing ourselves out with immaculate blowjobs, it doesn’t seem like either of us can actually sleep.

The silence stretches on between us like a warning, and the sinking feeling in my gut refuses to loosen its grip on me. Griffin sighs heavily, like his mind is just as clouded. Turning my head to look at him, I say, “You asked me what we do now.” He turns and meets my gaze, the moonlight streaming in through the window making his eyes look even paler than normal. “We run. You’re right, they won’t let this slide. They’ll be hunting us now. So we take Prudence, and we leave, at least long enough to figure out a better plan.”

Griffin’s brows furrow. “Her mom,” he breathes in that gravelly voice I love so much.

My chest clenches at the thought of Irene’s death. We can’t do anything to bring her back, but I can at least offer Prudence the very thing she’s been searching for. The truth of what really happened here twenty years ago. It’ll hurt, maybe even destroy her in a way I never could manage, but doesn’t she deserve the truth? Maybe if I fight with her, if I can keep her angry with me, she won’t be swallowed by her sorrow. It’s worth a shot. And I do love the way she fights me.

As if my mind just won’t shut off, I end up telling Griffin everything. About the files I found in my dad’s office and every horrid thing I read about not only Prudence and her mom, but about Creed and Griffin, too. It’s difficult to choke it all out, but keeping those secrets to myself was just as hard.

When I’m done, Griffin lets out a heavy breath, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“We’ll leave as soon as she’s awake tomorrow,” I mumble. And then, somehow, I end up falling asleep beside my best friend, comforted by his warm presence beside me.

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