Page 65 of No Going Back
Dianna stared at his face, taking in the unshuttered look of awe and lust there. In that moment, it was easy to agree with him. Easy to see what he did.
Griffin dropped to his knees, hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide. She gasped as the heat of his mouth connected with her flesh, teasing her toward an orgasm that hit so fast she didn’t have time to prepare, only to react. She gripped his hair, holding him in place as her body convulsed, possessed by the man offering so much more than adoration and acceptance.
There was barely breath back in her lungs when he pushed to his feet, working his pants off as he moved before bracing her thighs against his chest, and sank into her, the fill of his body dragging a ragged moan through her lips.
Griffin leaned into her legs, angling his body closer to hers as one hand spread the lips of her pussy, baring her clit to the friction of his body with each thrust.
Her back arched off the bed at the new sensation as she struggled to regain the oxygen she would need to survive long enough to see this night through.
And she absolutely wanted to see it through.
Especially when Griffin’s free hand caught the weight of one breast, fingers stretching to tease her nipple with a pinching roll that walked along the edge of pain.
It was too much sensation at once. More than any reasonable woman could stand.
But she’d never been particularly reasonable.
A second climax ripped through her, the sound of a voice similar to her own filling the room as Griffin grunted and pushed deeper, pinning her with hard, punctuating thrusts that raked against her exposed clit and dragged out the pleasure contorting her limbs.
Griffin stiffened, rocking against her as his cock twitched and swelled, the heat of his release making her clench around him.
Dianna blinked, her lids moving slower than normal as she went limp, unable to do anything as Griffin rolled her body to the center of the bed and climbed in behind her, curling his warm body against her back.
She wanted to sleep. To give in to the pull of exhaustion and bliss trying to close her eyes.
But she couldn’t. So to continue with her awkward tradition of saying the wrong thing immediately after sex, she rolled to face him, giving Griffin a little smile. “I need to go check on my meat.”
TWENTY-FOUR
GRIFFIN
DIANNA WATCHED, GAZE unwavering as he paced around her small living room, cell phone pressed tight to his ear so he didn’t miss a word his son said.
“Why are they sending her home if it could happen again?” It didn’t make sense to him. If Amelie and the baby were still at risk she needed to stay in the fucking hospital.
“Because there’s nothing anyone can do at this point to keep it from happening again.” Troy’s voice was raspy and rough from lack of sleep and probably a dozen other things. “It will either happen again or it won’t. Apparently they can’t predict things like this.”
The news was better than he had anticipated, but still not enough to ease his fears. “When do you need me to come get you?”
Troy murmured what sounded like a question, waiting for Amelie’s response before coming back to the line. “They’re expecting to send her home sometime this morning, so just head this way whenever you’re ready.”
Griffin nodded, even though his son couldn’t see it. “I’ll get over there as soon as I can.”
He felt a little better now that he knew everything was currently okay. He’d tossed and turned all night, struggling to sleep even though Dianna was beside him. And, based on the slightly pale color of her face and the tired tilt of her eyes, his struggle became her struggle, which fueled the guilt he seemed to always carry.
Dianna sat up a little straighter, expression hopeful as he disconnected the line. “What did he say?”
“Their best guess is that the placenta grew too close to her cervix.” He carefully recited Troy’s explanation, being sure to use the same terms. “They said sometimes it will separate and move away on its own, trying to correct the problem, but when that happens there can be a lot of bleeding.” He swallowed hard, struggling with the last bit. “It can also lead to the loss of the pregnancy if the placenta doesn’t reattach properly.”
Dianna’s lips flattened into a grim line. “Did it reattach properly?”
Griffin quickly nodded, not wanting her to worry. “This time it did. But they said her placenta is still pretty close to her cervix and there’s the chance it could happen again.” He took a steadying breath. “And the risks are the same if it happens again.”
Dianna’s shoulders lifted and fell in a deep breath. “So what do they do to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”
This was the part he was struggling with the most. He was a do-er. He figured shit out and found a way to fix it. But apparently that wasn’t possible in a situation like this. “There’s nothing they can do.” Griffin clenched both fists at his sides, fighting the anger and frustration building on top of the helplessness they used like a platform. “They’re sending her home because there’s nothing anyone can do but wait and see.”
Dianna’s jaw dropped, her mouth hanging open. “Wait and see?” She jumped to her feet, voice rising. “Wait and see? What kind of fucking medical opinion is that?”
