fifty-two

GRIFFIN

I break at least four traffic laws on the way home. Honestly, I’m not even remotely sorry.

It’s been weeks since I’ve been with my wife. Slow, agonizing, lonely weeks where I had to wonder if I’d ever get the chance to hold her again, let alone make love to her. And I intend to make love to her. Then I’m going to fuck her brains out.

“Babe, slow down.” Mira covers her eyes as I take too sharp a turn into the parking garage, but she’s giggling, so I know she’s not scared.

“Can’t. Pretty sure my dick’s gonna fall off if I don’t get inside you within the next five minutes.”

“You’re ridiculous.” She laughs, and fuck if it isn’t the best sound in the world. I’ve missed her laughter.

“Ridiculous and horny,” I say, agreeing.

And then I’m parking the G-Wagon and tugging her out of her seat before she can open the door herself.

For the third time tonight, I bend over, lift her into my arms, and carry her bridal style through the lobby and into the elevator while she squeals and demands I put her down.

No fuckin’ way am I putting her down until we walk through the door of our bedroom. Then I’ll throw her onto the bed. Before that? Nope.

As soon as the elevator doors close and we’re alone, I take her mouth in a desperate kiss. I kiss her like I’m going to fuck her—hard, needy, and fast. She moans against my lips as I let the hand under her ass wander. My dick is impossibly hard.

“Why does this elevator take so long?” I complain. But before Mira can answer, our floor number flashes on the LED screen, and the door opens. “Finally.”

Mira chuckles, her lips skimming over my jaw and neck while her hands trail over my shoulders and down my arms and back. “So impatient.”

“Absolutely, I am. It’s been too long since I’ve had my wife.

If I didn’t know the security guys would watch like a bunch of pervs, I would have pulled your jeans down and fucked you against the wall of the elevator.

” I set Mira on her feet so I can unlock the door to our place.

“But no one sees your sweet ass but me, sunshine.”

She’s about to make some snarky retort when the door swings open and I herd her through.

As soon as it’s shut, I’m ripping at her clothes.

Her jacket puddles on the floor, her sweater and bra quickly following.

Dusky pink nipples tighten in the cool air, and I don’t hesitate to bend down and take one into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, I’ve missed your mouth,” Mira says, her head falling back against the door.

Grinning against her breast, I suck and lave at those tight little buds while my fingers work to undo her pants and tug them down her body, along with her panties. When they get stuck on her shoes, I growl, but she giggles.

“Of course, they have laces and you can’t just slip them off,” I mutter. Bending down, I tug impatiently at the laces of her ankle boots before slipping them off her feet. Then my fingers drag her pants down until she can kick them off. When I look up, I realize what’s in front of me.

My wife’s cunt glistens with need, and it’s been far too long since I’ve had the taste of her on my tongue. Leaning forward, I grab her hips and tilt her pelvis just enough to let me slide my tongue along her seam.

“Fuck. I almost forgot how delicious you taste.”

“Griffin…” Mira’s fingers push through my hair before she grabs a handful. “Oh, god.”

Grinning against her pussy, I give her another slow lick before forcing myself to stand. There’s a bite of pain when Mira tugs my hair before releasing it, but it only heightens my arousal. “Need you, baby. Need to be inside you.”

“Yes. Please.”

Fisting her hair in one hand, I wrap the other around her waist and guide her backwards to our bedroom while kissing the hell out of her.

The little gasps and moans she rewards me with are music to my ears.

If the neediness in her tone is any proof, I’m not the only one who’s been going out of their mind while we’ve been apart.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Mira growls as her fingers scrabble to unbutton my shirt. She sounds like an angry kitten, and I’m barely able to hold back my laughter. I want to fuck my wife, not end up castrated.

When her legs bump against the foot of the bed and she tips backward onto her ass, I grin down at her. “I can fix that.”

Grabbing both sides of my shirt, I rip the thing open. Buttons fly across the room and Mira squeals as one barely misses hitting her on the cheek. “Oops?”

My beautiful wife laughs at that and shakes her head. “Just get naked. I need you inside of me. Now.”

“Your wish is my command.” I swear to god, I’ve never gotten my pants off faster.

Finally naked, I fall onto my wife with the passion and need of a man coming home after a long and brutal war. I can’t get enough of her satiny skin, the way her curves give under my fingers, and the blazing heat of her center.

“Yes,” she gasps as my teeth scrape along her collarbone before I soothe the ache with my tongue. “More.”

“You want more?” I grind my dick against her core.

“I want everything.”

Fuck. I wanted to take this slow. We’ve been apart, and I need to make sure Mira knows that this need I feel for her isn’t merely physical.

I’ve ached for her on a soul-deep level.

But how in the hell am I supposed to take it slow when she’s undulating her hips against my shaft and coating me in her slick desire?

Every circle of her hips brings me closer to slipping inside of her, and I’m not sure I’m capable of holding back much longer.

“Wanted to take this slow,” I grit out as the head of my dick bumps against her clit and she sucks in a breath, arching into me.

“Slow is overrated. Need you to fuck me.”

Any tenuous grip I had left on my control snaps, and I line myself up at her entrance, pushing inside in one slow, torturous stroke.

“Oh, yes. Oh, god.”

I still, my elbows braced on either side of Mira’s head, her soft skin beneath me as I cage her in. Lowering my forehead to hers, I let myself savor the heat of her, the floral scent of her hair, the way her breasts brush against my chest with every ragged inhalation.

In the weeks we’ve been apart, I tried not to let myself think about a life without this.

Without her. Optimism isn’t something that comes naturally to me regarding relationships, but I did my best to hold on to hope.

Because the alternative—a life not shared with the person who means most to me in this world—was too bleak to entertain.

Still, when I was lying alone in the guest bedroom at Sebastian’s place, it was impossible not to slip into those fears.

Eyes closed, I take in a shuddering breath.

Nimble fingers skate along my cheeks and jaw, followed by a whispered, “I’m here. I’m here and I’m never leaving again.”

Fuck.

I’m not ashamed to admit that my eyes fill with tears at that declaration. Mira is here with me. She isn’t going anywhere, because she’s chosen me the same way I’ve chosen her.

“Love you.” The words are a gruff promise.

“I love you, too, husband. Now, show me who you belong to.”

“Oh, Sunshine, I hope you’re ready.”

Green eyes stare up at me as I begin to move. Green eyes that are more familiar than my own. Mira watches my face as I roll my hips, filling her and withdrawing, then filling her again. She’s all softness to my steel, taking what I give with trust in her gaze and sighs on her lips.

“Hated being apart from you,” I say with a rasp.

“I know. I hated it too.”

“Never again.” I thrust harder, punctuating my demand.

Mira makes a keening sound. “Never.”

“You fucking own me, baby. I’m yours. And you’re mine. If you ever doubt my love and commitment again, I’m going to put you over my knee and paint your ass red.”

“Oh,” she moans, the word breathy and dripping with sex.

More little gasps spill from her lips, spurring me on. Pushing up onto one palm for better leverage, I grip her hip with my other hand and pick up the pace. Mira’s tits bounce with every thrust. Her hips lift to meet mine, and she whines softly when the base of my shaft bumps her clit.

Pleasure builds in my body. It’s a static—a buzzing—that grows stronger and stronger with every stroke of my cock along her fluttering inner walls. As much as I want to make this last, it’s been too long since I’ve buried myself in my wife, and I need her to come.

Letting go of Mira’s hip, I pull out, grinning when she curses me, and flip her over onto her belly.

With her face on the bed, I tug her ass into the air.

Before she can demand I touch her, I thrust into her hard.

Draping my body over her, I press my sweaty chest against her slick back as I plant a hand on one side of her head and reach around her hips with the other.

I have no trouble finding her clit. It’s swollen and hard, begging to be touched and teased.

“Shit,” Mira yelps as I drag two fingers through the wetness that gathers along the base of my dick before using her arousal to lubricate my fingers.

I circle her clit softly at first, savoring the breathy little moans and mewls she rewards me with.

But each quiet sound tightens my groin and the muscles in my abdomen.

I’m not going to last much longer.

“Need you to come, baby.” I add pressure to her clit. “Strangle my dick. Claim what’s yours while I claim what’s mine.”

“Griffin…”

Her ass bounces against my hips as I fuck her harder and harder, and when she looks over her shoulder at me with glassy, pleasure-drugged eyes, I watch her perfect tits sway with each thrust. She’s perfect. A goddess.

“Mine.”

Unable to hold back much longer, I pinch Mira’s clit and roll it between my fingers as I pound into her from behind.

She opens her mouth, a cry on her lips, at the same moment her pussy contracts, squeezing my dick.

All sense of rhythm is lost as my need takes over and my body tightens almost to the point of pain before her tight heat grips me like a vise, and I’m gone.

Unintelligible shouts fill our room as lights dance across my vision and pleasure renders me dumb.

Mira’s body trembles and convulses beneath me, still rippling with pleasure as she rides out her orgasm.

I thrust into her twice more before my body goes rigid and I still, cock pulsing as I fill her up.

For precious moments, nothing exists outside of Mira and me.

No sounds hit my ears, except for our ragged breathing and gasps.

I feel nothing besides the soft, sweat-slicked skin of the woman I love and the wet heat of her center as I begin to soften inside of her.

There are no worries, no games to win, no futures to figure out.

Just me and Mira, connected in all ways, lost in each other.

It’s perfect.

“I love you,” I whisper, pressing my face into her hair and kissing her temple.

“I love you too.”

Easing out of her, I drag my wife down onto the bed and into my arms. Showers can wait. Right now, I need to hold Mira. And I suspect she needs to be held just as much.

“Thank you,” she says. Her tone is gentle and a little reverent.

I shiver when she reaches up to cup my jaw. “For what?”

“For never giving up on me. For fighting for me and refusing to walk away.”

“I’ll always fight for you,” I tell her honestly. “And there’s nothing you could do that would make me walk away. You’re it for me, sunshine. You’re my family. My home. There’s no getting rid of me now.”

Mira’s laughter warms my chest. It burrows in deep, wrapping around my heart and filling me so full I could burst. She’s so beautiful like this. Raw, unfiltered, and glowing. And so, so happy.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but you’re my home too. You’re everything I ever wanted and so much more I didn’t know I needed.”

Light from the bedside lamp refracts off the diamond on her finger. A promise and a reminder that we’re end game.

“Love you always,” she whispers.

Tightening my arms around her, I feel the rightness of her vow and offer her one of my own.

“Love you forever.”