Page 50 of Rival
This morning, I know we have to have a conversation. I fucked up, plain and simple.
A soft, contented sigh slips out of her and I grin before pressing a light kiss to her temple. Laying my cheek on her head,I close my eyes and push the conversation we have to have out of my mind. It’s only Saturday morning. We’ve got time and worrying about it now is only going to ruin the last bit of time I have with this woman.
I close my eyes for what only feels like a moment, but when they crack open again, Edith is gone, and the bright morning sun is blazing through the window. Stretching my limbs, I stretch them out and stare at the cracked, uneven ceiling.
Last night was incredible…
There’s a soft, muted clank of a pan downstairs, so I force myself from her bed and tug on the jeans I wore yesterday. Leaving my shirt off, I make my way down and find my girl working hard in the kitchen with maybe a little extra pep in her step.
There’s music playing from somewhere, maybe her phone, and she’s bouncing her head back and forth as she mixes ingredients in a bowl. She sucks her finger after setting the whisk down, only to spin around and freeze when she notices me.
“Good morning, Griffin.” Pink infuses her cheeks before she scrambles over to the fridge and starts pulling milk, orange juice, and eggs out. “You hungry? I was going to make some breakfast for you. I wasn’t sure what your plan was for today, but, umm, I’m not working. Normally I work on Saturdays, but today I’m not. Then I woke up, and you were sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you, so I figured I could—”
“Darlin’,” I interrupt, cutting off her nervous ramble.
She freezes, eggs in hand, and darts her eyes to my face. “Yes?”
“Come give me a kiss.” It’s not what I intended for this morning, but her worry has me tossing every concern out the window. Breaking that awkwardness is more important than sitting her down to discuss my cum inside of her.
Fuck, she’s probably still wet from me.
She turns of the music, then sets down the carton. Her shoulders drop, happy I’ve lightened the mood, and she hurries over. Lifting up on her toes, her lips connect with mine and I hook an arm around her waist and tug her closer.
We crash together, breakfast forgotten, when she links her fingers behind my neck and drags me lower. I slip a hand under her ass and lift her up, then turn her to lie across the kitchen table.
It’s as if she’s been ripped open and there’s a new woman in front of me who knows exactly what she wants. Her hand grazes over my head, scratching at my scalp before she grips my hair. My cock pulses at the slight sting of pain as she tugs at the roots.
“Fuck, darlin’. I was gonna be good this mornin’,” I confess, then drive my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness and needing to have her again.
Without thought, I tug at the button and zipper of my jeans to yank them down while also pushing clothes from her body as my phone rings.
Ignoring it, because honestly, I’ve got a gorgeous woman ready to let me sink into her, I slip my hands under the thin shirt she threw on and lift it over her head.
Edith’s chest is bare, and I fall onto them, taking a nipple between my teeth. “Christ, Edith. I need you,” I pant against her skin. She cups my face and guides me back to her mouth where our kiss turns frantic. As I free my cock, she spreads her legs, her warmth welcoming and dripping.
My fucking phone rings again, and I growl. Pressing my face against her chest, I groan and apologize. “I’m sorry. Let me grab this real quick.” I eye her body and add, “Don’t fucking move from this spot.”
Jerking my phone from my pocket, I answer without checking who’s calling. “Yeah?”
“Hey brother. Listen, would you head over to Clay’s place? Your fuckin’ truck got a flat, but it threw off the alignment. We hit something in the road. I don’t know what it was, but it fucked it all up. Boss sent out a flatbed to pick us up. We’re pullin’ up to his place now. I swear to God, I’m so goddamn ready to get some sleep from this bullshit night. I just wanna go home.”
Pulling the phone from my ear, I cock my head and hear the faint sound of an engine rumbling down the drive.
“Fuck,” I murmur, then ignore Corbin’s question to repeat myself. “Fuck!” Standing up straight, I reach down to pull my pants up and throw a confused Edith a look of apology. “Alright man. I’m actually already here, so I’ll see you in a few. I’ll talk to you when you come in.”
Hanging up the phone, I look longingly at Edith’s chest. She’s sitting up and reaching for her shirt. “What’s going on?”
“You need to hurry. Your dad and Corb are pullin’ up right now. Somethin’ about my truck, but they’re about to walk in here.”
Her face pales and she shoves me away from between her legs, scrambling for her clothes. “Oh God.Oh God!I’m going to be in so much trouble.”
I frown, not liking how panicked she is. Sure, it’s not fun to be caught in a compromising situation, but she’s fucking shaking. “Darlin’, it’ll be alright. We’ll just tell them—”
“What are we going to say?” she yells, partially muffled as she drags her shirt over her head. “What possible reason could you have to being here this early? It’s barely past seven!”
I try not to let the rejection sting as she continues to shove away from me. Cupping her cheeks, I wait until her wild eyes focus on me. The engine grows louder, then shuts off, leaving us in silence apart from her short, wheezing inhales through her nose.
A second later, doors slam, and I know my brother and Clayborn are about to walk into the house. Edith’s fearful breathing is coming out in short gasps now and I’m actually concerned she’s about to hyperventilate. I know I need to cover for us; I just don’t know how I’ll do it yet.
