thirty-two

MIRA

“Hell yeah, Handsome!” Lexi shouts at her boyfriend through the TV.

I giggle, because you’d never know just by looking at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman that she’s absolutely bloodthirsty when she cheers for her boyfriend on the ice.

Ryder is a defenseman, so he spends a lot of time checking the opposing team’s players into the boards when they get too close to Sebastian and the Rogues’ goal.

I’m pretty sure it turns Lexi on when he does.

“I wish we could have traveled with them,” Isla says wistfully from her spot next to me on the couch. “I hate being away from Maddox.”

“You and my brother are disgustingly cute.” I gently nudge her shoulder, smirking. “Pretty sure I just vomited in my mouth a little.”

My soon-to-be sister-in-law smacks my arm. “Oh shut it, missy.”

Lexi laughs, agreeing with her. “One day you’re going to find a man that you can’t live without, and then you’ll understand. And god forbid he plays hockey, because watching your man get slammed into the boards by some asshole with blades on his feet is so freaking scary sometimes.”

As if to illustrate her point, one of the New York Warriors checks Griffin into the glass. Hard. I can’t stifle my little gasp, and Lexi nods.

“See? It’s bad even watching your roommate get checked. Imagine if he was your boyfriend.”

I don’t have to imagine. I know intimately. But Griffin isn’t just my boyfriend; he’s my husband. Not that I can say that to Lexi. So all I can do is offer her a little grimace. “Yeah. I can imagine.”

Isla watches me, her blue eyes slightly narrowed.

I doubt she has any idea that Griffin and I are married , but I’m worried she’s putting the pieces together.

To be honest, I thought Lexi would be the one figuring this out after I showed up in a car with Griffin’s number on it, but she’s a little wrapped up in her own relationship.

It’s been a whirlwind since her dad was fired and her relationship with Ryder became something of a viral sensation.

Would it be so bad if Isla figured it out? Keeping this secret is wearing on me, and I could really use someone to talk it all out with. But if she knows, it’s only a matter of time before my brother will, too, and then it’ll make its way to my mom. And that is something I’m not ready for. Not yet.

“Go, go, go!” Isla shouts at the big screen as Maddox breaks away from the pack and flies down the ice. He passes to Logan, who passes to Griffin, and all my worries about her perceptiveness disappear.

Griffin slides the puck back to Maddox before two New York players surround my brother.

They block his access to the net and give New York’s defensemen time to form a human wall.

Cool as a cucumber, Madds scans the ice, noting that Logan is busy trying to create an opening before finding Griffin.

My husband skates around the back of the net, cutting between the defensemen and shoving one toward the boards.

It’s the opening Madds needs, and he taps the puck toward Griffin, who tips the puck up onto his stick before slapping it over the goalie’s shoulder and into the top left corner of the net.

The horns blare, the commentators go wild, and the camera focuses on the face I’ve woken up to almost every morning since that night in Las Vegas. Leaping up off the couch, I shout, “Hell yeah, ba—” Then I clamp my lips shut, realizing what I was about to say.

Lexi doesn’t notice, but Isla does. She lifts one eyebrow and cocks her head to the side in a silent question. I give her the most clueless expression I can muster in response as I sink back onto the couch, but it feels like my cheeks are on fire, so I doubt I’m fooling her.

Shit . I have to be more careful. With every week I’m married to Griffin Wright, this all feels more and more normal.

More right. But I can’t forget that our marriage was a drunken decision, that Griffin is my brother’s best friend, and that staying married to him is the furthest thing from proving myself and emerging from Maddox’s shadow.

The problem is, I’m not so sure I care anymore.

I’m in bed wearing nothing but a lace camisole and matching thong when Griffin calls. These post-game video calls have become our routine when he’s on the road. And they always lead to ridiculously hot video sex.

But tonight, we’re talking about the book we’ve been reading.

Griffin texted me this morning to tell me he has several scenes picked out to read to me.

I can’t wait, because the book is hot. It’s enemies to lovers, and the buildup to the characters falling for each other is so good. And the sex scenes?

Let’s just say, I’ve had to take some breaks after the spicy chapters to—ahem—let off some steam.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you.” Griffin’s hazel eyes drink me in when I answer the call. I can’t see all of him, but I see enough to know he’s shirtless. Griffin shirtless is a work of art. I wish he was here so I could run my hands all over him.

Letting the camera dip lower so he can see all of me, I grin when he mutters another low, “Fuck.”

“Good game tonight,” I say, my voice husky as I pan the phone back up. “That goal was a thing of beauty.”

“It has nothing on you, sunshine. Nothing does.”

Now my heart and my lady parts are squeezing.

“Man, I wish you were here.”

I sigh, snuggling into the pillow. “Me too. Are you having fun, though? You have some free time to explore tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah. We have some things planned. But I don’t want to talk about New York or the guys or our plans.

I want to talk about you and the chapters we were supposed to read.

Then I want you to take off that sexy little scrap of lace, spread your legs for me, and let me watch you fuck yourself while I pretend my hand is your warm, wet pussy. ”

As a moan drips from my lips, Griffin smirks.

“You’re such a good little slut for me, wife, and damn, I love it.”

“Your mouth,” I rasp, shaking my head.

“I’m going to use this mouth to eat your pussy when I get home, but for now, I’ll have to settle for reading you some spicy scenes in this book. Then I’ll use it to tell you how to fuck yourself.”

My thighs squeeze together, my body flushing with heat. What is he doing to me? I’ve never been as needy as I have been since we got married. I’ve never been a prude, but I’ve also never been a wanton sex goddess. But that’s how he makes me feel. Free and sexy and hungry .

“Now, have you gotten to chapter fifteen yet, baby?” Griffin’s dark blond brows waggle, and I giggle.

“Yes.”

“Good. Then lie back and let me read it to you.”

And he does. The chapter is spicy, the author leaving nothing out.

I get more and more wound up as Griffin reads about cocks thrusting into pussies, heaving breasts, and fingertips digging into full hips.

My body grows warmer, between my thighs slicker, and when Griffin reads the part where the hero growls mine while fucking the heroine, I can’t help it, I let my fingers roam down to where I’m aching and slip them beneath the waistband of my thong.

“Is my wife wet and needy?” Griffin rumbles. He sets the book down and leans forward so his face fills the screen. “Is your pussy begging to be filled?”

I suck in a breath, my back arching at his words. “Yes.”

“Open my bedside table drawer,” Griffin says. His voice is gruff and filled with dark promise. I arch one eyebrow at him but set the phone on my bedside table before leaning over to do as he says. He groans when my movements expose my ass to him.

Smirking, I pull his drawer open. Inside is a long box wrapped in butcher paper and a golden ribbon bow. “What is this?”

“Open it.”

Glancing between my husband and the box in my hands, I make quick work of unwrapping the package. He’s grinning when I look up at him. “A thrusting dildo?”

“The best one money could buy,” he confirms smugly. “It’s already washed and charged, so get your beautiful ass naked, coat it with lube, and let me watch as you stuff your pussy full and fuck yourself.”

Goddamn. He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I do as he says, stripping for him, before positioning myself so he has a front-row seat for the show.

He moans when I spread my legs, putting his phone down so I can see him fisting his cock.

Pre-cum glistens as it beads at the tip, and I wish he was here so I could wrap my lips around him.

“Show me what that thing can do, baby girl,” Griffin says, his eyes on the toy in my hand.

I suck in a breath as I turn it on. The head of the silicone toy thrusts forward before withdrawing and thrusting again. Testing out the settings, I click the power button again, and the mechanical dick moves faster. Another click has the whole thing vibrating as it moves.

“Damn. This is going to be so hot,” my husband murmurs as he strokes his dick. “Now, lube that dick up and fuck yourself hard, Mira. I want you to fill yourself with one hard thrust like I would if I were with you.”

His eyes glitter with lust as I generously lube the toy and position it at my entrance.

“That’s right, sweetheart, just like that. Now stretch that tight little hole and turn on your toy. I want to hear you scream my name.”

With my gaze on his through the phone, I obey, pushing the toy into my pussy with one slow movement. The silky lube helps it glide inside, but the toy is thick, and I throw my head back and curse as I fill myself. It feels so good already, but not nearly as good as Griffin’s cock.

“Turn it on.”

As soon as I press the button, the toy begins to thrust inside of me. I gasp when I push it deeper, my pussy clenching around it as it drags along my inner walls. “Oh, god, Griffin.”

“Look at you,” he says. His voice is low and hungry, and when I watch him through the phone, his arm moves faster, the muscles flexing as he fists his dick.

“You’re so pretty. So perfect. The way you take that toy like such a greedy girl.

” His words trail off in a moan as he continues to stroke himself.

The sound fills my lower belly with fire.

“Griffin…”

“I know, baby. You wish it was my cock stuffing your tight little pussy, don’t you? You wish my fingers were digging into your hips while I fuck you hard and fast.”

“Yes,” I gasp as the toy drags along my inner walls again and again.

“If I were there, it would be my dick you were creaming, not some fake cock. You’d be begging me to let you come, but I’d make you taste yourself first. I’d pull out, tell you to open your pretty mouth, then fill it with my cock and make you lick off every drop of your cream.”

“Oh, fuck.” I moan, and Griffin chuckles darkly.

“You know what, baby girl? Take that toy out of your pussy. Right now.”

My eyes widen at his command, and I hesitate.

“Now, Mira. Be my good little girl and suck every drop of your arousal off that toy. And don’t you dare turn it off. I want to hear you gag when it fucks your throat.”

Oh my god . I hesitate for another few seconds before doing as he asked.

His eyes grow even more hooded as I pull the toy free and let him see my thick arousal coating the length of it.

This is so dirty. Wrong. But damn it all, I’m desperate to please him, so I open my mouth wide and take it into my mouth.

The smoky flavor of my slick mixes with the light fruity taste of the lube as I close my lips around it.

“That’s it, sunshine. Suck your cum off the toy. Every inch of it. Take it all the way, baby.”

I gag as the toy thrusts once I have the full length of it in my mouth, and Griffin moans again in response.

Bobbing my head, I make a show of it for my husband, gagging again when it hits the back of my throat.

Griffin is fucking his hand faster now, and I’m aching. My clit throbs, begging for attention.

“Such a good girl. So perfect. Now, put the toy down, spread those creamy thighs, and play with your clit. I’m gonna come, and I want to watch your pussy pulse as I do.”

The first touch of my fingers on my swollen clit has me crying out. I circle the throbbing bundle of nerves, speeding up to match the rhythm of Griffin stroking himself. It’s so damn hot. I won’t last long.

“Look at you.” Griffin grunts, his abs twitching. His voice is strained, and I know he’s close. “You’re so wet. Your pussy is glistening, begging me to fill it.”

“Yes,” I say, gasping as pressure builds low in my stomach. Fingers circle my clit faster and faster to the sound of Griffin’s pants and groans and the slick sound of his hand sliding up and down his lubed cock.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard when I get home, baby. Gonna tie you to our bed and have my way with you over and over and over until you beg me to stop.”

That pressure in me hits a tipping point, and I gasp as the first tingles start to build. I cry out. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yes, baby,” Griffin growls. “Let go. Let me see you come. I want you crying out my name as your pussy pulses. And don’t you dare close those thighs.”

I force my legs wider and rub furiously at my clit to the sounds of Griffin fucking his hand, then my eyes roll back in my head, pleasure detonates inside me, and I’m screaming my husband’s name as I writhe and whimper in front of the phone, so he has a front-row seat.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, baby, I wish I was coming inside that tight pussy.” And then his abs contract, his jaw clenches, and hot ropes of cum paint his hand and stomach.

Little aftershocks of pleasure roll through me as I continue to circle my clit until Griffin’s body stops spasming and his hazel eyes meet mine.

He appears as dazed and satisfied as I feel.

And just as disappointed that we’re states away from each other.

“You’re everything,” he says, still languidly stroking his softening cock. “Everything.”

I don’t have to wonder if he actually means it. I know he does. And I’m realizing that I feel the same way about him.

If I’m honest with myself, I’ve felt that way for a while.

Griffin yawns. “Let’s get cleaned up and ready for bed. I want to fall asleep with you next to me.”

And we do. I lie in bed, still on the video call, the rhythmic sound of Griffin’s breathing lulling me to sleep.