Page 37 of Mocha Kisses

“Fin?”

“It’s still so surreal that you’re here, I guess. I keep thinking I’ll wake up from a dream and you won’t be here.”

I can’t believe I didn’t realize how much my leaving would hurt him. My gaze dips to his food and he hasn’t eaten more than a few bites. “Come on. Bring your plate to the couch so we can be more comfortable.” He doesn’t move. “Griffin, I’m not going anywhere.”Not right now.He opens his mouth to call me on my bullshit. “Don’t. Let’s just enjoy right now, okay?”

“I’m not losing you again, Luna. Not after I’ve been in your arms again. Not after I’ve felt your pussy grip my cock like it’s trying to suck me in. Not after I’ve seen you smile again, seen you laugh, seen you happy. I know you don’t want to talk about it but I felt those goddamn scars and I hate it. Hate that you had to endure all that alone. Hate that you couldn’t just call me up because you thought that would bring them to my door.” Griffin stands and moves toward me, tugging me out of my seat and twisting me around so that my back is against the wall of cabinets across from the stove and sink. “While I wasn’t even sure you were alive, you were out there—surviving, running, trying to protect me.”

“Sunshine-” Tears let loose down my cheeks as I grip his shoulders, observing the torrent of emotion in his expression.

“I won’t lose you again. There’s no fucking need. Nova is working on it. Okay?” He gives me no chance to answer as his lips crash to mine, casing me in between him and the cabinets. Griffin’s hands wrap lightly around my neck, holding me there, demanding that I give in. There’s no use in fighting, anyway. After only a few days with these men, I can’t imagine a moment without them.

It’s too fast.

And it’s definitely going to be messy but it feels right.

My nails dig into his shoulders as the kiss deepens, Griffin furiously working the button on my pants to get rid of the fabric. “Fuck, I liked it better when you wore skirts. Fucking piece of shit jeans. You never used to wear them.” He growls out, roughly ripping down the zipper and then stripping me of my pants. My panties come with them, leaving me bare from the waist down. Cold air meets my pussy and I shiver, my gaze darting to the front door and then back to Griffin. “Should we move this to the bedroom?”

“Don’t get all shy on me now, precious. Rome’s already seen you and I already know what you want from Nova. Unless things have changed.” Griffin steps back, giving me the choice but I don’t want choices. I want him. Just to make sure he understands, I tug him forward by the waistband of his pants, thanking mother nature that he decided sweatpants were the name of the game. Eagerly, I reach inside and wrap my hand around his length, Griffin hissing through his teeth. “Things haven’t changed. Got it.”

He runs his hands around my back before slipping them down to my ass and hoisting me up against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist. The angle is awkward as I try to unearth his cock and slip it inside, Griffin halting my movements.

“Babe, I need a condom.”

“I have the shot,” I whisper. I want him bare. I want to feel him inside of me, the way we used to. Griffin chuckles, shaking his head before he angles his head up to kiss me.

“Never could deny you anything, precious.”

That’s all it takes for him to help maneuver his cock and poise it at my entrance, every thrust running his length through my folds but not pushing inside. “Griffin!”

Laughter escapes him as he finally gives me what I want, thrusting up into my sex as I hold onto him, both of us blowing out a breathy sigh of relief. “You’re fucking perfect, Luna. I could stay here all day inside of you.” He runs his nose along my cheek before dipping his head into the crook of my neck, his hands perched on my waist. His cock twitches inside me, my pussy spasming around him.

“Move, Griffin. Fuck, I need you to move.”

My fingers sift into his hair as my head falls back against the wall, Griffin drawing out and then plunging back into my pussy. My back thumps against the wall but I like the bite of pain that comes with this position. The passion and need flowing from this man explodes with every thrust, his fingers digging into my waist as I bite back the scream threatening to echo through the kitchen.

“Let me hear you, precious. You robbed me of that for six years.Don’t hold back now,”Griffin grunts, moving one of his hands and placing it flat against the wall, using it as leverage to fuck me harder. Obeying his command, I let go, letting out the moans and cries that he draws from me. My back will be bruised tomorrow but for the first time in a while, they will be from something I’ve enjoyed, wanted,craved.I’ll be able to look in the mirror and see a woman who is cared for, who is wanted,despitethe scars.

The familiar tingles begin in the pit of my stomach as I hold onto Griffin as if he’s my lifeline, another deep thrust throwing me over the edge as my body shudders with the force of my orgasm. My cry echoes through the kitchen, no doubt carrying down the stairs to anyone who’s in the office. The thought that Rome or Nova is working down there only heightens my pleasure, Griffin grunting through his orgasm seconds later. He fills me with his release, rocking his hips against mine as my pussy continues to milk him.

He doesn’t stop until I start pushing against his chest for a reprieve, Griffin wrapping his arms around my back as he pulls away from the wall.

“What—what are you doing? Why is that stupid grin on your face?”

“Because I’m going to fuck you again in the shower and then we’re going to buy a few dresses.” I wrap my arms around him, his cock still lodged inside of me, my pussy already hungry for more. “I need better access and with three guys-”

“Two,”I correct him as he stalks over to his bedroom and heads for the attached bathroom.

“Three. Luna, precious,babe—it’s only a matter of time. We both know it.”

He’s having way too much fun and to be honest, I’m starting to really enjoy the thought of it as well. Griffin sets me down on the toilet and I clamp my legs together, whining as his cum starts seeping out of me. That’s one thing condoms make easier to deal with and yet feeling him inside of me without a barrier is worth every embarrassing second.

“Don’t you have a book to write? I haven’t even finished editing all of it. We don’t have time for shopping.”

Griffin plays with a few of the nozzles and then turns to face me as he strips, rather ungracefully, “Of course we do.”

This is the first time I’m seeing him completely naked and my lips part in surprise. Tattoos cover his chest, extending to his arms, and I don’t miss the metal bars through his nipples. He’s different from the Griffin I knew. When I reach out to touch him, Griffin prods forward, letting me run my fingers along the massive designs. “What was the point of all this? You never liked ink before.”

“I never lost anything that mattered.”

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