Page 70 of Counterfeit Connection

I reach out and find the sheets that once covered a very large, incredibly attractive Brit to be empty.

Pulling my phone from the nightstand, I check the time, squinting when the screen lights up. Three seventeen in the morning.What the hell?

I quickly pull on a hoodie over my shorts and tank top to head down to look for my missing bedmate. The floors creak every few steps, the hardwood making it nearly impossible to sneak throughout the house. It made trying to be a teenager who was up to no good very hard sometimes.

I don’t find him in the living room, but a light from the kitchen lures me in. I find him sitting shirtless at the breakfast bar with a sketchpad on the counter and his hand moving across it holding a pencil.

“Griffin? Are you all right?”

He flips his sketchbook over before turning his body toward me. “I couldn’t sleep. What are you doing awake?”

“The bed was mysteriously cold and empty. What are you working on?”

“It’s nothing. I just doodle when I can’t turn my brain off.” Griffin opens his thighs and tugs on my sweatshirt, pulling my body between his legs. “Let me get you back to sleep. There’s no sense in both of us being tired.”

“Why won’t you show me?”

“It’s just random sketches. It’s not a big deal.”

“If it’s not a big deal then why won’t you show me?”

I manipulate his hands to the small of my back, scandalously close to the top of my ass. It’s a place I know he won’t let go of. Once his hands are busy, I reach over with my right hand for the drawings. “Hey,” he protests.

The subtle light in the kitchen casts over the pencil drawings. The first page is split in two. It’s the old ranch we passed on the main road. He only saw it once and while he was driving. I can’t even believe the details the front and back contain. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yes. I was thinking about if it was moved out to the empty pasture land at the back of your father’s property. I think it would have looked amazing on the river.”

“You changed the roof line,” I add.

“It wasn’t the proper architecture for the time. It needed dormers on either side to bring it back to its original ranch style.”

“Griffin, it’s beautiful. You can do this, but you just make the deals?”

“Just make the deals? If I didn’t know you, I’d find that insulting.”

I sigh and nudge him. “You know what I mean. You have an incredible eye for this. Why aren’t you doing this instead?”

“I thought about it once upon a time. I even went to university for it, but ultimately, I was needed elsewhere. Especially once my brother passed. Orion needs me.”

“But what about what you need? You spend all this time thinking about everyone else. When was the last time you thought aboutyou?”

Unprovoked, he leans in and smashes his lips to mine in a rough kiss. I melt into him and let him pull me as close as he needs me to be.

I’m not even sure when he stood up from the barstool, but in the blink of an eye, I’m spun around, pushed farther into the kitchen and smashed back against the cold refrigerator door. I gasp.

“Shhh,” he whispers against my mouth. “Don’t be too loud.”

“Griffin,” I whimper when he sinks his teeth into my plump lower lip. “I thought you said…”He said he wouldn’t touch me under my father’s roof.

“I know what I said.” His fingers slide down the front of my body and hook into the waistband of my shorts. “I just want a little taste. I miss you.” My father is a light sleeper. I’ve never done anything like this in his house before. However, I’ve never been here with Griffin before.

I know what he’s doing. He’s completely ignoring the question I asked him. In any other situation, I’d call him on it. He said he misses me. The truth is, I miss him too. I wrap my arms tight around him, holding him close, praying the sex gods give me five minutes. Just five. That’s all I know it will take.

His alpha ways are annoying as hell when they stomp all over my ability to handle things on my own. However, the way he’s taking charge of my being, I know I can’t even form a single thought of protest.

I stretch my lips up to his ear. “You don’t know how bad I want your mouth to do every dirty thing I know is in your head right now, but…” I press my hand to his cock, cupping it gently through the fabric. “Show me your skilled fingers instead,” I pause, “for now.”

I hear the vibrations of his throat as a chuckle blends into a groan. “If you only knew what was in my head, baby.”

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