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She laughs. “Yea, that was so rude.”
“But I made up for it, right?”
“I suppose so. But you better not do that again.”
The thought of doing all this again has me immediately half-hard. But I’m too tired to do anything about it.
We lie together, her head on my chest, my fingers moving up and down her back. I'm not sure if this was a terrible mistake or the best decision I've made in years.
"Stay," she whispers, already half-asleep herself.
So I do, pulling the sheet over us and tucking her in closer. I lie there listening to the sound of her breathing, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest against my side. The last thought I have before sleep claims me is that I'm in way over my head, and I don't even care.
Chapter 6
Skye
The next morning, Griff is gone by the time I wake up. I stretch, wincing slightly as my muscles protest, and that's when I notice the piece of paper on the dresser, folded once and propped against the lamp.
Rolling over, I grab my phone from the nightstand. 11:47 a.m. Jesus, I can't remember the last time I slept this late. In the city, I was always up by seven, even on weekends. Daniel insisted we make the most of our days off with brunches and farmers' markets and whatever cultural events he'd read about on his socials.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, the wooden floor cool beneath my bare feet. My clothes from last night are scattered across the room—my shorts by the door, my shirt draped over a chair, underwear... hmm, where did my underwear go? I grab Griff's shirt which is closest to me. He must have left with just his T-shirt on. I pad across the room to retrieve the note.
His handwriting is surprisingly neat:
SKYE - HAD TO RUN SOME ERRANDS. SEE YOU SOON. - G
P.S. LAST NIGHT WAS INCREDIBLE.
I press the note to my chest, a smile spreading across my face. Last nightwasincredible. I can still feel his hands on my body, the scrape of his beard between my thighs, the way he filled me so completely. It wasexactlywhat I needed… but I still can’t believe I did it.
I've never been a huge fan of oral sex. With Daniel, it always felt like an obligation, something to be endured rather than enjoyed. He'd go down on me occasionally, and always made it clear he was doing me some kind of favor. His technique was meh. But Griff... holy shit. The way he'd looked at me, like he was starving and I was a meal. The way his tongue moved against me, inside me. The way he'd pulled back right when I was about to come, making me wait, making me beg. The way he'd finally let me explode.
I drag myself to the shower, and find that walking is slightly difficult. I can’t say I’m surprised.
The hot water feels amazing on my sore muscles. I wash my hair, scrub my body, letting my mind wander to everything that’s happened in such a short amount of time.
Back in my room, I towel off and pull on clean underwear, jeans, and a T-shirt. My phone buzzes with a text:
Charlotte: Any updates? Did the mechanic find parts yet? Miss you!
I should call her. I want to hear her voice. But what do I say? "Hey, so my car's still in the shop, and oh by the way, I slept with the insanely hot, much older bar owner last night, and it was mind-blowing"?
Yeah, exactly that.
I take a deep breath and dial her number. She picks up on the second ring.
"Skye! Hey! How are you?"
"Oh my gosh," I say, settling onto the bed. "It's been a crazy few days."
"I bet. How's the car?"
"Still in the shop. Jed—that's the mechanic—is having trouble finding the parts. Could be another week, maybe more."
Charlotte sighs. "That sucks. Are you still staying at that bar? What's it called again?"
"Devil's Pass. And yeah, I'm still here. Working here too."
