Page 71 of Counterfeit Connection

The term of endearment makes my stomach flip. He can’t just say things like that when he’s touching me this way. My heart and brain can’t tell the difference.

He slips his hand into the front of my shorts and presses his palm firmly against my pussy on the outside of my panties.

“Oh God,” I sigh and rock my hips, searching for friction, any friction at all.

He shakes his head. “No god here. Only me.” Then he claims my mouth at the same time he yanks my lace panties to the side and slides his middle and ring fingers through my wetness and down, sinking inside.

My head drops back and hits the fridge with a thud as I cover my mouth.

We both go still except for his fingers, which are hooking in a come-hither motion, caressing that delicate spot deep inside that makes my legs quiver.

When we’re both sure that we won’t be caught, his lips turn their attention back to my neck, biting and sucking across my collarbone. “If I didn’t care so much,” he breathes, “I’d mark you for everyone to see. Let them deny us then.”

I hear what he says. I have so many questions and thoughts about it, but the devil on my shoulder slaps the angel, telling herto shut the fuck up and enjoy. The gentle roll and flick of his fingers make me want to scream. When I said this man was and is my best time, that doesn’t only hold true for when the weight of him is hovering over me. It’s now. Right now.

Rising to my tiptoes, I pull him close by the back of his neck. I want to feel every inch of him. My mouth cradles that space between his ear and his collarbone. The scent of his cologne, mixed with the entirety of the day, evaporates the last bit of resolve I have left. The shake and shiver of my release starts at my connection to the ground and rockets to my connection to Griffin, like an express elevator on the way to the clouds.

I feel like my entire being might evaporate into thin air when he whispers into my ear, “Fuck, you look so beautiful when you come for me.”

I’m not even sure how long I stand here, barely attached to the ground, holding on to him for dear life while my orgasm ricochets through my body. Eventually, I go limp in his arms and pant, trying to force oxygen up into my brain.

He plants kisses along my jaw, cheek, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. I watch him in awe as he rights the parts of my clothing he had wronged, and then gathers his sketchbook. “Let’s get you upstairs,” he says, extending his hand.

We still have so much to talk about, especially after our conversation on the horses, but for now, I’ll let him take care of me the way he always does.

Our problems will still be here in the morning.

Griffin

Kaitlyn fell asleep in my arms while I gently stroked her hair.There was something about the way she looked at me when I told her about my sketches, my designs, that made my heart open up a little more to her than it was before. She believed in me, in what I could be doing if the stars aligned, and it cracked me open to the core.

I was too vulnerable, so I took control.

Eventually, I dozed off too and, in what felt like the blink of an eye, there was a knock on our bedroom door.

“Kait?” I whisper. “Wake up.”

“Hmm?”

“There’s a knock at the door. It would be bad if I got up to answer, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m seriously warm, seriously comfortable, and seriously in need of ten more minutes.” Another knock at the door tells me whoever it is isn’t going away. My girl lets out a sigh for the ages before she responds, “Come in.”

The handle of the door rotates before the door opens a crack. “I hope you kids are decent.”

Well, fuck.

“What? God, Dad. Yes.” Kaitlyn adjusts her sleepy body so she’s sitting up against her headboard.”

“Just checking. I thought you should know you’ll have visitors in about fifteen minutes. I let you sleep as long as I could.”

“What? Who’s coming?”

“My other favorite daughter and her family. Originally, she wasn’t going to be here until after breakfast, but apparently her teething son had other thoughts on the matter so they got an early start.”

“WHAT?!” she shouts and jumps up from the bed like she’s been electrocuted. “Gillian is coming?”

Sam laughs at her excitement. “She is. I figured you’d want to get dressed. I’ve got flapjacks in the works and coffee brewing.Come on down.” Then he closes the door and leaves us to get ready.

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