Page 42 of Two Wrongs

Wren

A bad pattern is developing between us. Every time I learn something new about Liam, I turn to Griffin like he’s the only person who can help hold me together. I did the same thing to Liam when my parents died. It’s not a healthy habit.

Still, I can’t seem to stop. This time I can’t even say it’s Griffin who’s taking things too far. It’s my hands in his hair holding his mouth pressed against mine. I need him in this moment more than the oxygen in my lungs, or the blood racing through my body.

We kiss frantically, perhaps because we know there’s a giant clock ticking down the seconds that we can get away with this. Each second is one less I can turn to him to hold me. Every minute is one closer to me walking away from him forever.

There was a time when that would have been something to celebrate, but in the here and now, it feels like a curse. In a matter of only a couple weeks, the person who had been the biggest bane of my existence is now vital to keeping my sanity.

This time he’s not demanding. There’s no dirty words, no rough touch. Griff is almost tender, and it’s making my head spin. After a moment he pulls back, and looks at me. There’s a lot unspoken between us, but I’m afraid he’s about to burst this bubble. I need him right now, in whatever way I can have him.

His eyes hold mine as his fingers slip under the hem of my shirt. There’s a silent question as he slowly raises the fabric up my stomach. I nod, granting him permission. Our eyes only part as my shirt comes over my head.

Griffin guides me up to the middle of the bed and urges me onto my back. Not a word is spoken, but this is part of the conversation we need to have. This is the part we can’t admit out loud. I’m telling him I need him, and he’s telling me he wants me. There’s the physical side, but it’s deeper than that. I need him to argue with me, to joke with me, I just need him. When his body tells me he wants me, I know it’s for more than an orgasm. He wants my voice to fill the silence he lives in and my eyes to see him like no one else does.

I lift his shirt the way he did mine, and he sits up to take it off the rest of the way. A sigh slips from my lips seeing him. He might like to be called daddy, but Griffin definitely doesn’t have a dad bod. He’s ripped, which is probably due to the physical nature of his job and the home gym he made out of the converted garage. There’s a light dusting of hair on his pecs and then a thin trail that dips under the waist of his jeans.

The corner of his plump lips curves up as he watches me take him in. I don’t turn my head, but stare enraptured while he unbuttons his pants and lowers them showing me he goes commando under his worn denim. I lick my lips, wanting a taste of him. I wonder how far he’ll let me take this.

Both times we’ve had sex have been controlled by Griffin, and I don’t think he’s used to being passive during sex. But, while he’s being so amenable, I want to see what I can get away with.

I sit up and slide down to my knees. His eyes heat while he watches me position myself between his legs. His hand slips into my hair, pulling a little, but this time he doesn’t guide my head.

My lips slip over the head of his cock, and I swirl my tongue across the top to gather the drop of pre cum beading at the slit. The salty taste makes me ravenous for him, and I hollow out my cheeks as I pull his length to the back of my mouth. I fight the urge to gag like I did before and take him deep into my throat. It’s not a comfortable feeling, but the groan I hear rumble in his chest spurs me on. Making him come, to be the one giving him pleasure, fills me with a sense of joy I’ve never experienced before.

His grip in my hair tightens, and I think he’s about to take over, but he pulls me off of him. I blink up at him confused. His cock is harder than when I started, and he’s panting hard. I know he was close to coming, so I don’t understand why he stopped me.

He lets go of my hair and pulls me up by my arms. Griffin’s hands shake a little while he strips the rest of my clothes off. Still, neither of us say a word.

When he’s positioned me back in the middle of the bed he sheds the rest of his clothes and climbs up the length of my body. I let my legs fall open as his hands slide up the outside of my thighs. Our eyes lock as he sinks inside of me.

My head falls back at the feeling of his cock stretching and filling me, but he grabs my chin and brings my eyes back to his. Slowly he works himself in and out of my pussy, never once looking away. The connection feels so much deeper than he’s buried inside of me. Our breathing turns choppy. I can’t take it any more. Words I’ll later regret are threatening to trip off my tongue.

He must feel the same way, because he takes away the risk one of us will ruin this moment by speaking a truth we should keep inside. He kisses me, but it’s almost worse than speaking the words out loud. I feel loved in this moment, and my eyes well with tears.

Our kiss becomes wild matching the tempo of his thrusts. His hands hold mine above my head, and we abandon the slow lovemaking. In and out, his cock slides past every sensitive nerve ending sending bolts of electricity racing through my body. His hands slip from mine and he grabs the headboard for more leverage.

Each hard thrust drives my body higher on the bed. I hold on to him tight, vaguely aware that my nails rake hard against his corded flesh. We’re no longer quiet, and in this moment the primal grunts he makes sound like music to me.

I loved the slow and tender side of him, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t prefer this rough and savage side of him. I want my body marked by his touch. I want to feel the throbbing deep in my pussy hours after he’s taken me. It makes me feel owned by him, and Griffin always protects what’s his.

His movements become more erratic, and I know he’s on the edge. I’ve been holding back my orgasm as long as I could, but when he starts grinding his pelvis against my clit I lose the battle. I come so hard I can feel my walls squeezing his dick hard. He groans loud, and holds himself deep as his hot release fills me.

I expect him to pull out and for the bubble we’re in to shatter, but instead he practically collapses on top of me. The weight of him feels safe, but he only lets us rest like this for a moment before he rolls us onto our sides. He doesn’t pull out though. I press my face against his chest and kiss him right over his heart.

We stay wrapped up in each other for several minutes before all the unsaid words press down on us again. Griffin slips out of me and takes my hand. “Let’s go clean up, then we’ll talk.”

He gives me a minute alone in the bathroom to pee. I wrap a towel around myself before I open the door.

His eyes narrow on the offending material, and he rips it away. “Don’t hide from me.”

Griffin slips past me and turns on his amazing shower. There’s a waterfall shower head, gorgeous tile work all enclosed by a large glass with an opening near a wooden bench.

I stare at him with a raised eyebrow. “This shower is big enough for two.”

“Three actually, but it’s been a while since I tested it.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want to hear about that.” Jealousy is a bitter feeling. It burns, and I have no right to be upset if he has a past. I am a moment in his life. A man as sexy as Griffin Hale won’t stay alone.

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