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thirty-four
MIRA
I keep fucking up. Every time Griffin and I make progress, every time I start to feel like I know what I want or what I need to do, shit hits the fan.
There’s no one to blame but myself. I should have claimed Griffin the other week at the bar.
Should have told my brother to shove his meddling up his ass because I’ve already found the man who’s right for me.
But I’m a fucking coward, and for some reason, I’ve been so worried about what my big brother might think, I haven’t stopped to consider what it’s making my husband think.
And fuck. Fuck . Because as much as I love my brother, I love Griffin more.
I love Griffin more.
Waiting for the elevator to open, my chest is a yawning chasm of viscous, dark fear. Because I love Griffin Wright, and I let him walk away. Somehow, in the months of living together, in the months of being married, the man has worked his way into my heart and made himself at home there.
He’s my best friend, my confidant, my fiercest supporter.
He’s the first one to tell me he believes in me, the first one to upend his life to help me.
When no one else has ever really fought for me, he has.
Even from that first terrifying morning when we woke up naked, hungover, and married.
My first instinct was to run, and his was to hold on to me and fight for this.
Finally, finally , the elevator doors open and I step inside, smash my finger on the button for the ground floor, and mutter, “Hurry up, hurry up,” under my breath until it comes to a stop and the doors open again.
Griffin isn’t there waiting for me. My heart pounds, and my mouth goes dry.
What if he left me here? No, he wouldn’t do that.
I’m practically running as I push through the doors into the parking garage.
Everything in me screams to get to him. I need to tell him how I feel.
To show him. And most importantly, I need to apologize again for hurting him by staying silent.
The doubts have been my own, and if I’m honest with myself, they have everything to do with me and my own insecurities, and almost nothing to do with Griffin himself.
But I know he won’t see it that way. I can’t let him drive away without making it clear how I feel about him.
A huge, relieved breath gusts out of me when I find Griffin’s SUV still parked where we left it. It’s not running, but he’s sitting in the driver’s seat, white-knuckle gripping the steering wheel with this heartbreaking, faraway look on his face. A look that I put there.
Fuck.
“Griffin,” I whisper when I climb in the passenger seat and close the door.
He doesn’t respond. Doesn’t look at me. Hell, he barely even blinks.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Maddox took me by surprise with that whole thing.
I’d been lost in my head thinking about us…
About telling him about us, and then he started spouting all of that bullshit, and my brain short-circuited.
I couldn’t think straight. If I’d been able to, I would have told Maddy to fuck off sooner.
Would have told him that he was out of line. ”
“You would have told him you’re mine?”
I hate how flat the words are when they leave his lips.
He doesn’t look my way, and nothing about his tone says he believes a word I’m saying.
Fair enough, I guess. I haven’t really given him a reason to believe me, have I?
Which is why I need him to look at me when I say what I’m about to say.
Reaching up, I gently coax Griffin to look at me by cupping his face.
“Yes. I would have told him you’re mine.
That’s what I was thinking about when he couldn’t get my attention.
Because I’ve realized that I’m tired of hiding this.
You are everything I didn’t know I needed, babe.
You’re my best friend, the most supportive partner I’ve ever had, and you make me laugh harder than anyone else.
You have such a huge heart, and you’re so fiercely loyal, and you never hesitate to protect the people you consider your own. ”
My thumbs brush along his cheekbones, making his dark-blond eyelashes flutter and his breath catch. I lean in and press a gentle kiss to one eyelid and then the other.
“I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you consider me yours, but I’m tired of fighting this.
If you want me to, I’ll march right back up to Maddy’s apartment and tell him we’re married and that if he can’t accept it, he can go fuck himself.
” That earns a watery chuckle from Griffin, so I grin, press another kiss to the tip of his nose, and continue.
“But I’ve been thinking that it might be fun to plan some big announcement where we can get all the important people in our lives together and tell them at the same time. ”
Glittering hazel eyes rise to meet mine for the first time since I got in the car, and some of the gnawing ache in my chest eases. “You want to tell everyone?”
I nod. “I want to tell everyone. Maybe we could have a party at our place? Pull out the Mr. and Mrs. towels, pop a bunch of champagne, and tell everyone that we’re married.”
One of those smiles I love so much spreads across Griffin’s face. It tugs on his cheeks and crinkles the corners of his eyes. He’s beautiful like this. A golden angel who outshines the sun. “I finally get to tell everyone that you’re Mira Wright?”
“I never agreed to change my name, husband. Let’s not push it.”
Griffin chuckles. The raspy quality of it sends a pleasant shiver skittering down my spine. “I think I can convince you, baby girl.”
“Oh yeah? And how do you plan to do that?”
Smirking, Griffin opens the car door, climbs out, and rounds the hood to my side. He opens my door and yanks me out, chuckling when I let out a squeal. Then he’s opening the back door and tossing me onto the bench seat before following me in. “Like this.”
The tinted windows and shadows of the parking garage shroud us in velvety darkness as Griffin looms over me.
His eyes rake over my body, taking in my heaving chest and dilated pupils before his long fingers move to the fly of my jeans.
Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he has my jeans and panties down my thighs and over my feet.
Then those fingers deftly unbutton his jeans and shove the fabric down his hips.
The denim puddles around his ankles, and his glorious cock springs free.
“Come here, wife.”
I let out a squeak as Griffin’s strong hands grip my naked hips and pull me into his lap.
He settles on the middle of the bench seat, dragging my soaking core down onto his thighs with my knees on either side of him.
My eyes roll back in my head as my bare pussy drags against the silky hardness of his shaft.
When I gasp, he chuckles darkly, his fingers tightening hard enough on my hips to dimple my skin, then he drags my slit over the length of him again and again.
“Oh,” I moan, my eyes darting to the windows and the empty parking garage. Anyone could see us. Hear us. Sure, the windows are tinted and we’re covered in shadows, but the windshield isn’t dark enough to hide what we’re doing. “We shouldn’t do this here.”
“Beg to differ, wife. This is exactly where we should be doing this. I’m hard as a fucking rock, and you just told me you want to claim me in front of the world.
Now I’m going to claim you. I don’t give a fuck if someone hears.
And if they see us? Good. Let them see how perfectly you take my cock.
How you fall apart when I stuff your greedy cunt full.
Let them see and be jealous that you’re all mine. ”
Groaning, I move my hips, desperate to relieve some of this growing need. I don’t want anyone seeing us, but I can’t deny the way my blood roars from the threat of being caught. Well, caught by anyone except my brother.
“Oh, wife, you like that idea, don’t you? Your sweet little pussy is drenching my dick, and I’m not even inside you yet.” As Griffin leans in and nips at the juncture of my shoulder and neck, I gasp. “You better be quiet, unless you want the world to know just how good I fuck my wife.”
“Stop talking and put your dick in me.”
Griffin barks out a laugh. “Impatient, aren’t we?” He tries to grab his jeans but can’t quite reach. “Be a good girl and grab a condom out of my wallet.”
“Fuck the condoms. I want you in me now. Unless you’re worried about making a mess of your back seat.”
He flashes me a wicked grin as he fists the base of his dick. “Oh, sunshine, you should know better than that. I’d like nothing more than to carry the scent of your hot little pussy everywhere I go. Now, lift up for me and let me in.”
Nearly quivering with anticipation, I lift onto my knees and watch as Griffin guides the head of his dick to my entrance.
He glides it through the slick wetness of my slit, then pushes me down his length with one firm hand on my hip.
The sound of his moan hollows my stomach, and I arch my back and sink the rest of the way down his rock-hard cock.
“That’s it, baby. Such a perfect girl, taking my cock so well. Fuck.”
I’m so turned on by the possibility of being caught and the raw, unfiltered need in my husband’s voice that it won’t take me long at all to find my release.
Hips rocking, I begin to ride him. Each drag of his cock along my insides has me writhing.
My need for him is all-consuming. Now that I’ve finally decided to embrace this, it’s like Griffin’s touch is even more potent and drugging than before.
“Need more. Need you.”
Griffin tightens his grip on my hips. The small bite of pain is the most delicious contrast to the pleasure building in me.
I gasp when he lifts me up and slams me back down as his hips rise to meet me.
He controls my movements like it’s nothing, and it’s scorching hot.
“I’ll give you more, sunshine. Give you fucking everything.
My cock, my heart, my soul, my name. It all belongs to you, baby. You fucking own me.”
“Oh.” I sigh, throwing my head back as the car rocks, our gasps and moans filling the cab, along with the growing scent of sex.
The windows fog, and it’ll be very obvious what’s happening in here to anyone who walks by, but I can’t seem to care.
Not when my husband, who I’m in love with, is filling me up and commanding my body so perfectly.
A needy whine builds in my throat as pleasure burns hot in my lower belly.
“Griffin…”
“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” Letting go of one of my hips, Griffin tugs my sweater down, revealing one side of my bra.
Then he pulls the cup down, freeing my breast. He groans when my nipple pebbles in the cool air before leaning down and taking the aching bud in his mouth.
He licks and sucks and nips at my breast, stoking the fire in me higher until it spreads from my lower belly to my chest, my arms, my legs.
“Need more. Please.”
“I’ll always give you what you need.”
I believe him. He’s proven his devotion again and again.
Proven his loyalty and his feelings. And when I stare deep into those multi-hued hazel eyes I can’t get enough of, I swear I see love shining back at me.
And more than the head of his cock dragging along that perfect place inside of me, more than the thumb he moves to my clit or the drag of his teeth over my nipple, it’s that love that throws gasoline on the bonfire in my body and heart, setting me ablaze.
“Griffin.” I gasp and cry out his name as his movements grow faster and more erratic. He pounds into me with such force that my tits bounce and the car rocks violently.
“That’s it, sunshine. Strangle my cock with that perfect pussy.
Milk me fucking dry. I want my cum dripping out of you the whole ride home.
I want your panties soaked. Want the scent of you to saturate the fabric of your seat so it always smells like your cunt and my cum. Then I’m going to fill you up again.”
And with that, I burst into flames, my orgasm so intense, I have to bury my face in the crook of Griffin’s neck to muffle my screams. He hugs me tighter as he slams into me again and again, catching fire and burning with me, moaning my name.
Warmth floods me as his cock twitches and pulses inside of me. He fills me. Brands me. Claims me.
We cling to each other, a sweaty tangle of limbs and hearts that have been forged into something beautiful and terrifying and life changing, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that whatever happens now, there’s no turning back.
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