Page 13 of Right the Wrongs (Broken Vows #5)

Chapter Nine

Wren - Past

Six months, twenty-six weeks, one hundred and eighty-two days.

Every second of that time I’ve spent falling deeper in love with Griffin.

It didn’t hurt most of that time, because Liam has been away at rehab.

It gave us a chance to grow without his shadow looming over us.

Before he went away it still felt like we were sneaking around, even after everyone found out about us.

Heaven forbid he should see us together and deal with it like an adult.

No, much better that we tiptoe around him, like he did when he was screwing my best friend during our marriage.

I didn’t feel bad when Griffin and I first got together.

I was far too pissed off at Liam for that.

Not even when I was saying my vows did I feel even the smallest iota of guilt.

I only feel bad that Griff is caught in the middle of my cold war with his son, and that I have been secretly happy while Liam was away at rehab.

He’s back now, but I refuse to let go of any of the peace I’ve found with him gone.

There has to be a way that Griffin can stay close to his son, and I can keep him at arm’s length.

To start, I need to shove any thoughts of him out of my head when he’s not right in front of me.

Now is as good a time as any to do that.

I seek out Griffin, which isn’t hard because there are only two places he disappears to.

I know he’s not in the garage, which means he’s in the nursery.

Leaning against the doorway, I watch him sway back and forth with our tiny, pink bundle cradled in his strong arms. He’s humming some rock ballad I can’t quite place, probably something wildly inappropriate, but at least he left the words out.

“Hey, Daddy. You’re supposed to lay her down once she’s asleep,” I say.

Gently, he brushes his finger down the side of her face, moving one of her short curls off her cheek. “I know how fast these days go by. I don’t want to miss anything.”

He’s been reminiscing a lot since Parker’s birth.

He can see so much farther down this road of parenthood than I can, because he’s already lived the highs and lows of it.

Sometimes it makes me feel like there’s a canyon between us.

I’m younger, but not so naive that I never thought our age difference would occasionally be an issue.

Griffin has lived an entire life before me, while I’m just starting mine with him beside me. I don’t think the years I spent with Liam count, because my marriage was more like I put my life on hold rather than actually live those five years.

Thoughts like this make me desperate to connect with him. I’ll bridge the gap between us in the way we communicate best.

I reach my hand out to him. “How ‘bout you lay her down and take me to bed, Daddy.”

His eyes slowly shift in my direction. Thick, dark lashes sweep up to reveal the bottomless depths of his dark eyes. The corner of his mouth twitches.

He kisses Parker on the top of her head and gently lays her down in her crib.

I don’t have to run in and make sure there’s nothing that will obstruct her breathing, that she’s not too hot or too cold, and that there’s just enough light to check on her if needed, because Griffin is a very involved father.

Good thing too, because we’ve already got our next one on the way.

We both want a large family, probably a result of living without one for so long.

We’re both still putting back together the family that we have left.

My aunt Hattie and I have gotten a lot closer since Parker was born.

She even moved back here and seems to be dating Charlie.

Honestly, it makes sense because growing up, I always thought she had a crush on him, but I was a kid.

I had a crush on one of the gargoyles from that cartoon, Gargoyles, so I’m hardly a reliable source.

By the time we make it to our room, Griffin is already pulling my top over my head. “There’s no rush,” I say.

He gives me a look that says, “Really?” without opening his mouth.

I glance at the baby monitor, and he nods. “And pretty soon we’ll have this little one to cock block me too,” he teases.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll figure out a way even with two little ones.

You proved that this morning.” Not that I’m complaining that he bent me over the counter without so much as a word, and fucked my brains out.

He knows that being pregnant makes me perpetually horny.

If I didn’t know how much he loves being a dad, I’d think that was why he wanted to keep me pregnant.

I look over at the monitor, and he puts his big hand around my throat, just under my jaw, and turns my face back to look at me.

“She’s just fine. Right now, I’m your Daddy.

No one else exists. Now get your ass on that bed and spread your legs, Daddy is going to make sure you’re nice and wet to take my fat cock. ”

I think he has some kind of sex magic that makes clothes disappear or something, because my pants slid down my legs as if they too wanted to submit to him.

Because I’m a little bit of a brat, I don’t immediately open my legs as he asked. His eyes narrow, and I get a little peek at the old Griffin. The one who used to hide behind scowls and sneers.

His hands grasp my knees. “Don’t start being coy, Baby Bird. Tonight, I want you to leave everything else out of this room. Just be a good little slut for Daddy. Can you do that?”

My answer is a long moan as he starts to stroke my clit. The hormones racing through my body already have me on edge, to the point that a bumpy car ride is one of my favorite things right now.

“Mmm,” he hums, lowering himself to his elbows. I feel his tongue slide through my slit and swirl around my clit before he flicks it a few times.

“I love how horny you get when I’ve knocked you up. You’re starving for my cock aren’t you, Baby Bird?”

With just a few strokes, he has me mindlessly going along with any of the dirty things he says. I’m like an addict jonesing for my next fix, only my drug of choice is my husband’s dick.

I nod my head, already disobeying orders and rolling onto my knees. My mouth is watering, and I feel like I might actually die if I don’t get to stretch my mouth over his thick shaft.

Griffin stands still and lets me crawl to him. He doesn’t guide me down or do anything to speed me along. Still, I’m ravenous for the taste of him. He’s my entire world, and yet somehow I need more of him.

I can feel my core squeezing around nothing as I bob my head up and down his cock. There’s kind of an out-of-body moment, where I am aware of the sounds I’m making, and the fact that I’m about to come simply by sucking my husband’s cock, but the erotic scene overwhelms me.

When I come, I lose focus, and manage to choke myself on his still very erect cock.

“Now, now, let’s save gagging on my cock for another time.”

I collapse back on the bed, somehow spent from the accidental orgasm.

Once again, he pushes my knees apart and moves up my body. Without much warning, he buries his face in my pussy, and starts to eat me like I’m his last meal. His tongue spears in and out of my opening. With energy I didn’t know I still had, I’m grinding against his face without any forethought.

“Uhhh,” I shout as I climax for the second time.

This makes him lick and suck harder. The slurping sounds would normally embarrass me, but my body has traveled to a different planet where things like shame don’t exist.

He continues the journey up my body and stops to suck at my breasts.

Before he’d suck hard enough that he would bring me close to orgasm with nipple play alone.

He’s a bit more cautious now, having read every book on pregnancy there is.

Neither of us wants to take any unnecessary risks, even if it does seem a bit over-cautious, this early at least.

When he’s close to my ear, he whispers. “Don’t worry, Baby Bird, Daddy will do all the work.”

He pushes inside of me slowly. I’m on the edge already, despite the two orgasms. Once he’s all the way in, he gives me some time to adjust to his size.

Then he starts to rock in and out slowly.

He’s torturing me with this pace because my body is nearly vibrating with the need for him to take me hard and fast.

This is for him, though, but he knows I’ll enjoy it too. Everything about this is erotic to me, particularly the tiny huffs he’s making as he pulls out and pushes back in. It doesn’t take long before I’m clawing at his back.

“You want to be fucked hard?”

I nod.

He pulls out of me, and I immediately regret my response.

Before I have too much time to dwell on that.

though, he flips me over onto my stomach, pulls my hips back, and slaps my ass hard enough to sting.

“I want to hear you. Do you want to be fucked hard?” He punctuates his statement with a slap to the other cheek.

“Yes,” I mumble.

Another smack. “You know that is not what I want to hear.”

I shout out my irritation and earn another smack, this time right across my pussy. That’s enough to make me beg if he wanted. “Please, Daddy, fuck me hard,” I pant out.

The bed creaks as he gets off of it, but before I can whine, he scoots me to the edge, but instead of having me lean over it, he folds me in half.

My knees are up under my arms, my cheek is lying against the mattress, and my hips are still somewhat elevated.

One of his hands is on my hip, and the other is on my shoulder. I’m completely at his mercy.

He’s not slow when he enters me again. This time, he slams inside, our hips bouncing off each other. He lets go of my shoulder for a moment to stroke down my back, before once again grabbing my shoulder and using his hold to pull me down every time he thrusts into my pussy.

“You feel so good. What a good whore you are for me. Letting me fuck you as hard as I want. Letting me fill you with my cum so I can watch your belly grow with my babies. It makes me so hard knowing there’s some of me growing inside of you right now.”

I didn’t know a breeding kink existed until I got pregnant with Parker.

Now Griffin is obsessed with coming inside of me.

Which is how we will end up with another baby, a little over a year before the birth of our first. I wonder if it’s contagious, though, because knowing that he’s fantasizing about knocking me up turns me on.

The bed starts creaking against the floor with the strength of his thrusts, and we’re both vocalizing our pleasure without concern. We may have to tone it down when Parker becomes more aware, or at least soundproof our room.

I scream as the pleasure becomes too much and come violently around his cock.

“Fuck, you have the tightest pussy.” He buries himself inside of me one more time, and I can feel his cock twitch as the hot jets of his release fill me. “Your cunt is my idea of heaven.”

Griffin collapses next to me, and for a moment, we just breathe in sync. His hand slides under mine, and we lace our fingers together. This is what I’ve been wanting all day. To feel like we’re one. I’d like to live in this moment with him forever, but there’s only so long we can hold back reality.

Despite that, we enjoy the stillness of this moment. Parker is asleep, and there’s no one demanding a piece of our time. We lay in silence as our breathing returns to normal. It starts off comfortable, but the longer neither of us speaks, the more reality starts to creep back in.

With it comes the distance that I’ve been trying to cover all day. It seems to yawn and shrink from moment to moment. Griffin sighs, and I know that we’re going to have to address the reason that we have both been desperate to feel the connection between us today.

“Liam called this afternoon. He wants us to come to dinner tomorrow night. He wants us to meet Claudia.”

“We already met her at the party a few weeks ago.” The party where Liam threw out an apology like it would fix everything, and we established this weird truce where we act like friends, or worse, like family.

Griffin bought it at first, but it’s been more than clear that all is not as well as we let on, at least not for me.

See, that’s the other reason we have been tearing each other’s clothes off several times a day. We came together this way, and I think we’re desperate to hold on to that connection when it feels like the world is determined to unravel it.