twenty-five

GRIFFIN

Finally. She finally said it. Mira called me her husband.

I can’t keep my hands to myself as she drives us home, looking cute as fuck in her new Rogues-yellow car with my number on it.

Not sure how I’m going to explain that to her brother, but I can’t worry about that now.

Right now, all I can think about is making love to my wife for the first time.

I vowed she wouldn’t get my cock until she called me her husband, but now that she has?

I’m going to live in her tight, wet pussy.

“What are you smiling about?” Mira says, a little gasp punctuating the question as I run the pads of my fingers along the seam of her jeans and over her hot center. “Fuck, babe, you’re gonna make me crash my brand-new car.”

“Sorry.” I’m not. I can buy her another one. “I’m smiling about all the dirty, filthy things I’m going to do to you once we get home.”

My wife wiggles in her seat, knuckles white as she strangles the steering wheel.

Oh, she’s thinking dirty thoughts, too, isn’t she?

I bet if I petted her pretty, pink pussy, I’d find it dripping for me.

My dick has been hard since the moment she called me her husband, but somehow the thought of her dripping with need for me has me even harder.

Damn, I wish I was wearing something more comfortable than these stupid chinos. The fabric has zero give, and my dick is trying to bust out of the damn things.

“Do you want to hear about my plans for you, wifey?” My voice is a low rumble as we get closer to home.

Mira shifts in her seat again, her cheeks flushing a rosy red.

“How I’m going to strip you naked the minute we get inside, throw you onto our bed, and make you scream my name when I bury myself inside that perfect pussy of yours?

How I’m going to make you come over and over again until you’re a shaking, sobbing mess, begging for mercy? ”

“Oh, fuck,” Mira whispers, clenching her knees together as she pulls into the parking garage.

“Fuck is right, baby girl. I’ve been waiting to fill you with my cock. You gonna let me paint your insides with my cum? I want to mark you as mine. Write my name on you with every drop.”

“Jesus, Wright.” Mira’s chest heaves as she pulls into her spot and parks the car. Her breath comes out in shaky little puffs, and when I meet her beautiful eyes, my whole body tingles with the desire reflected in those emerald pools.

Smirking, I reach over and turn off the car, taking her keys before stepping out and walking around it.

I open her door to find her sitting there, staring at me, and lean in to unbuckle her.

As I pull back, I graze her jaw with my teeth and my lips before whispering in her ear.

“I’m going to ruin you, baby girl. Just like you’ve ruined me.

Now, get your beautiful round ass out of this car, or I’ll carry you, caveman style, up to our place and I won’t give a damn who sees it. ”

Breath shaking, Mira licks her lips as I pull away and offer her my hand. Her big, lust-filled eyes flick up to meet mine as she places her palm on mine. “Don’t you dare carry me.”

The command lacks any real heat, and I’m tempted to do just that, but I won’t do anything to jeopardize this moment.

I’m going to make love to my wife for the very first time.

If everything goes well, I’ll have years to throw her over my shoulder, bite that luscious ass, and manhandle her whenever I please.

Linking our fingers, I don’t bother grabbing my gear out of her trunk.

I’ll have to buy an air freshener for it later, but that’s a problem for Future Griffin.

My hard, aching cock is a problem for Right Now Griffin. A problem I intend to remedy.

“God, I can’t wait to lick your pussy,” I whisper against her ear as we step inside the building.

Mira’s steps falter, and I try not to chuckle.

She’s so confident and unflappable. It gives me an undeniable thrill knowing that I can make my wife lose her composure with nothing more than a whispered promise.

One that makes her hurry to the elevator once she’s gotten over the shock of my words.

As soon as the elevator doors close, I’m on her.

Our lips crash together, my hand fisting the hair at her nape as I tilt her head back and angle it the way I need so I can sweep my tongue inside her mouth.

My dick strains against my pants and I grind it against her lower belly.

Mira moans, soft and breathy, into my mouth.

I want to push my hand beneath the hem of her shirt and cup her breasts, but the last thing I need is the security guys getting an eyeful of my wife’s tits, because there’s no way they’re not sitting in a dark office somewhere enjoying this little show.

The elevator dings and opens on our floor, then we’re stumbling out of it in a tangle of limbs and tongues and searching hands. It takes me three tries to get the goddamn door unlocked, then we’re crashing through and there’s nothing holding me back from stripping Mira bare.

“I want you naked.” As I tug the shirt over her head, she lifts her arms to help. Once it’s gone, my eyes zero in on her heaving tits covered in simple gray cotton. It’s just as sexy as any little scrap of lace, and I almost come in my pants like a teenage boy. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Mira gasps and hums her pleasure as I trail nips and kisses down her neck, over her shoulders, and across the swell of her breasts. Her back arches, inviting me to take my fill, and I do, quickly reaching around her and unclasping the bra. My hands are on her the moment her breasts break free.

“Oh, shit,” she hisses as I pinch one nipple and lean down to suck the other into my mouth. “Oh, god, you’re good with that mouth.”

Grinning around her nipple, I lave my tongue around the tight, peaked tip. “Just wait, baby. You think I’m good with my mouth, but you’ve never ridden my dick.”

I release her other nipple from my hand and make quick work of her jeans. With the button undone, I push them down her legs, and Mira kicks them off. “How wet are you for me, wife?”

“Soaked,” she says breathlessly as I push my hand beneath the waistband of her panties and drag two fingers through her slick slit.

Soaked is right. Fuck, I can’t wait to sheath myself in that tight cunt. It’s going to be a battle of wills with myself to keep from pushing inside of her in one brutal thrust, because I’m determined to make love to this woman, to show her what she means to me, but my dick just wants to rut her.

My dick is not the boss of me.

Giving myself a minute to calm down, I pump my fingers in and out of her a few times with torturous slowness.

Mira’s hands grip my shoulders to the point of pain.

Like clinging to me is the only thing keeping her upright.

She watches with wide, sparkling eyes as I withdraw my fingers from her dripping pussy and lick them clean.

“Damn, you taste good, sunshine. And I promise I’m gonna eat you out, but if I don’t get inside you first, I may lose my mind.”

Mira sucks in a breath, her eyes heavy-lidded as she nods her agreement.

In seconds, her panties and socks are off, and I’m carrying my naked wife, bridal style, to our bed.

I set her down gently, reverently. There’ll be plenty of time for throwing her down and watching her tits bounce and her eyes light up with humor later.

For now, I want her to feel worshipped. I want her to feel loved and cherished.

After living with Mira for a few months, she’d become one of my best friends.

But since we woke up in that bed, naked in Vegas with rings on our fingers, she’s become so much more.

Surveying her gorgeous body, fingers fisted around the comforter, I realize what this moment is missing and turn around, heading for the closet.

“Griffin?” Mira sounds confused. “Where are you going?”

“Just grabbing something. Give me a second.” I rifle around in my sock drawer until my fingers close around my prize. Grinning, I stalk back to the bed where Mira watches me with hungry eyes. Reaching for her left hand, I hold eye contact while slipping her simple wedding band over her finger.

Breath catching, Mira bounces her gaze between the gold band and me.

Neither of us have worn the rings since that morning in Vegas, but I’ve kept them safe.

Sometimes, when she’s not home, I wear mine.

Hell, I want to wear it everywhere every day, but she’s not ready for that.

But this, right now? If we’re making love, we’re wearing these rings.

“Griffin…” Those emerald eyes of hers are soft, but I don’t miss the flicker of something that looks a lot like fear that darkens them for a split second. Then she glances at the larger band still clutched in my palm and takes it, sliding it over my ring finger.

My breath hitches. This moment is huge. It’s everything. I’m not stupid enough to believe that Mira is one hundred percent on board with this marriage, but between her calling me husband and this? Maybe she’s finally starting to admit what I already know.

Mira and I are end game. We’re forever. Inevitable.

I hold her gaze as I rip off my polo, followed by the rest of my clothes. Pre-cum already beads at the tip of my dick as I drag my boxer briefs down my legs, and I grin when Mira sucks in a sharp breath and licks her lips.

“Baby,” I croon as I crawl across the bed to her, “please tell me I can take you bare. I got tested a few weeks after you moved in, and I haven’t been with anyone since then.

” She looks surprised at that, but I don’t know why.

I’ve never brought a woman home or even talked about one since she moved in with me.

“And I’ve never been with anyone bare. Ever. ”

“I-I have an IUD and I’m all clear too,” she says, a little breathless.