Page 46 of No Going Back
Thinking it himself was one thing, but hearing her say it was another. He might’ve been able to stay the path if it had been just him wanting to take the trail, but now—
Griffin reached behind Dianna to shut off the water before yanking the shower curtain open. He grabbed her and dragged her along with him, moving out of the bathroom and into the hall.
Not once had he fucked her properly, and maybe that was on purpose. Another way he tricked himself into thinking this was a controllable situation. But it wasn’t. Never had been. And accepting that made something inside him snap. Broke the levee he’d built and sent everything rushing through.
He wanted her too badly. Naked under him as he fucked her, over and over.
Thankfully the next door down was a bedroom. He pulled her in, going straight to the mattress and toppling their tangled bodies onto it.
His brain tried to feed him directions, reminding him of all the things he should do to distract Dianna from all the ways he was lacking, but it was impossible to focus. Impossible to think of anything but finding his way inside her.
He spread her soft thighs wide, running his dick along the slickness of her folds before spearing into her wet heat with one rough thrust.
Dianna gasped, reaching up to grip the headboard with one hand as he set a brutal pace. Her free hand grabbed at the blanket under her back as he pressed his thumb to her clit. “You’re going to come with me, Di, understand?”
She whimpered what sounded like an agreement. It wasn’t good enough. If she was going to make him talk, he was going to return the favor.
“Say it.” He rested one palm against her chest, pinning her in place as he drove into her over and over. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”
“I will.” The words were followed by a gasp as he shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts.
“You will, what?” He needed to hear it. Needed to know she was still right there with him.
Dianna’s back arched on a little cry as he found the spot inside her body he was seeking. “I’ll come with you.”
“That’s right.” He clenched his teeth, fighting the pull of his balls and the urge to chase his own climax. “I want to feel your pussy milk me dry.”
A rush of air left Dianna’s lungs as her plush thighs flexed against his hips and the sound of their joining bodies grew louder, wetter.
“You like that? You like hearing all the filthy things I want from you, Di?”
Her eyes met his. “Yes.”
He held her gaze, unable to look away as her lips parted, back arching. “Griffin. I’m—”
It was the only warning he needed. He was so close to the edge, the squeeze of her body shoved him right over, cock jerking as he buried his face in her hair, thrusting long after he’d come because he couldn’t seem to stop.
Which was par for the course when it came to Dianna.
SEVENTEEN
DIANNA
DIANNA CLOSED THE bathroom door, leaning back against it as she let out the breath she’d been holding. She’d finally wiggled her way from the tangle of Griffin’s limbs and crept out of the bedroom, doing her absolute best not to wake him up. He probably wanted to sleep since they’d been up the majority of the night, giving her antique bed frame a run for its money.
She flipped on the light and twisted on the shower, cringing a little as the pipes in her aging house banged around. Dianna held her breath, listening for any sign the sound had woken up the man sleeping in the next room.
When everything continued to be quiet, she slipped off her pajamas and stepped under the spray. She scrubbed down, keeping her hair out of the way since the blow dryer would be loud and it was just going up on top of her head anyway. When she reached the spot between her legs, she winced at the dull ache lingering there.
She’d never had sex so many times in a row and her chafed, slightly swollen flesh was protesting. She gave it a careful wash before pulling the removable showerhead free and lowering the temperature, giving her nethers a cool rinse that soothed a little of the throb.
Marathon fucking sounded great in theory, but man was the fallout brutal.
Once she was clean and rinsed, Dianna put the shower head back in place and shut the water off, grabbing a towel as she stepped out. She had her morning routine down to a science since it came at such a ridiculously early hour. Start to finish, it took less than fifteen minutes to get lotioned up, dressed, her hair artfully piled at the top of her head, and the light makeup she preferred applied.
Once her used towel was looped over a hook and her counter was straightened up, she flipped off the light and cracked open the door, planning to creep her way back out.
But the scent of bacon had her pulling the door wide. She stepped out into the hall, peeking around the corner into her bedroom to find the bed empty, and the covers smoothed into place.
