Page 38 of Griz's Edge

Interesting.

“Have you?—”

“Sweets, since meetin’ you, I ain’t been with anyone. Doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked my share of women. Those bitches out there, they’re nothing but a hole to stick a dick in.”

“That’s comforting.” Not really. I believe him when he says he hasn’t been with anyone.

“Come on, sweets.” He sets me on my feet and starts the shower before helping me out of my clothes. By that, I mean he rips my shirt the rest of the way off me. As for my pants, he’s far more gentle with them. The thong I’d put on was nothing but a slit of fabric which he tears right off. My bra has a front clasp he unclips and helps me out of.

Griz makes quick work of his own clothes and hangs his cut on the back of the door. Taking my hand in his, he guides me into the shower stall. It’s not overly big, but it was just enough room for the both of us to fit. Granted, our chests are flush against each other. Still, Griz makes it work. He takes the time to wash my hair, taking care not to touch where I am hurt. My back is another story altogether.

Same with my bottom.

He doesn’t say anything, but there’s no missing the tightening of his lips.

By the time he is done making sure I am clean, I am not only exhausted but so turned on that I am ready to beg him to fuck me.

Griz must read my mind because his fingers slide between my thighs, and two fingers slip right inside. He moves them in and out, driving me closer to release. Panting, I hold onto him. His free hand comes up, fingers gripping my chin, lifts my head until he’s able to capture my lips. Kissing me with all the hunger I feel for him.

The orgasm that washes over me is all-consuming. Beautifully amazing. I love it.

By the time Griz’s fingers slide out, I’m drained. Still, I want to give him what he just gifted me. Unfortunately, Griz catches my wrist before I’m able to wrap my fingers around him, stopping me.

“This is all about you, baby, not me.” Pressing one last kiss to my lips, he shuts the water off.

“What if I wanted?—”

“Marley, sweets, you don’t gotta do anything right now. This was about you, baby. Later, when you’re not hurt, we’ll have our fun.”

Nodding, I step out before he does and grab a towel. I barely have my hair wrapped in it before I feel Griz behind me, wrapping another towel around my body.

“Fuck, Marley, your back is torn up.”

I can feel it.

And I did.

It hurt.

“We need to put some ointment on your back to keep it from getting infected.”

“It’ll be okay.” I didn’t want anything put on my back. “It just needs to air out.”

“Marley.”

I whirl around to face Griz and shake my head.“No, Griz, seriously, I don’t want anything put on it. It’ll be fine.”

“Fine,” Griz grumbles and nods curtly. “Come on, you can put on one of my shirts. It’ll be looser on you more than anything Storm left on my bed for you.”

“I’d prefer one of your shirts as well.” As sweet as it was of Storm, I’m not a big fan of wearing other people’s clothes. There’s nothing wrong with it, I guess you could say it’s just me. I’m a weirdo about my clothes, I suppose.

Okay, so it’s not that I won’t wear other people’s clothes, it’s more I don’t like wearing clothes that belong to strangers. Griz isn’t a stranger to me.

Griz takes my hand and pulls me into his room, lets me go in, opens a drawer, and grabs the first tee on top.Turning to me, he helps me into the shirt before finally dressing himself.

While he’s doing this, I look over the stuff that Storm left for me. New toothbrush. New hairbrush. Unopened hair products, expensive products at that. There are even some hair ties and lotion. As Storm mentioned there was a brand-new pair of underwear for me. Thank God for that. I might wear thongs and whatnot, but I don’t do commando.

I grab the panties, remove that tag, and slide them up my legs. They’re cute black and white polka dot boy shorts that fit perfectly. The little bow at the front makes them even cuter.

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