The moment I relax, he staggers. “Breathe,” he mutters. “You’re okay. You’re okay, it’s alright.” His hold loosens and he deflates. “You feel it, don’t you?” He presses his forehead to mine. “That weight liftin’ off of you? That’s what I wanted.” He pulls back to look into my eyes again. “No one hurts what’s mine.”
I take a breath. I do feel it. Whether I judge myself for it or not is irrelevant. But knowing they are no longer breathing feels really fucking good. So good that when I open my eyes, I’m staring straight at Griffin’s mouth.
His breath catches in his chest. His lips part and his hand tightens around my throat again. I’m not afraid of him. And that knowledge seems to ignite something hot and dangerous between us both.
“Wildflower. Don’t look at me like that.” The words rumble from his chest. “Not unless you’re ready for what I might do.”
Click.
I flick the lock to the stockroom. Then he’s on me, crushing his mouth to mine with zero patience or pretenses. One hand, wrapped around my throat, while the other slides down my side and grips my thigh pulling it up around his hip. His tongue pushes into my mouth stifling my moan. I’m lifted, like I weigh nothing. My back hits one of the stocked shelves hard enough to rattle the jars of herbs.
He growls as he pushes his hips harder between my legs. He spins us and my ass comes down hard on an empty counter. He yanks my shirt up and over my head. Then he’s back to touching and tasting every inch he can reach. It’s like he’s consumed by lust and the only remedy is me. He jerks my hips hard against him and I gasp, my hands bracing me against his chest. He pullsmy bottoms off, panties and pants all in one go. I have to grab onto him to keep from falling off the counter.
He pushes in between us and his fingers slip between my legs and when he finds me already wet for him, he growls.
“Fuck.” His fingers circle my clit before shoving inside with a pressure that has my head falling back. “You feel like heaven,” he rasps into the side of my neck. He doesn’t care that we are in the back of my store where anyone can hear. There’s no time for slow and gentle. Not when something far more feral is taking over. “Condom, back pocket.”
I reach around behind him, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly while he’s curling his fingers inside me. His other hand comes up to cup my breast, running his thumb over my nipple until it’s taut and sensitive.
“Get my pants undone,” he says, right before sucking the hardened peak into his mouth.
I do as I’m told and unbutton his jeans. The pull of my fingers has his hips jerking forward instinctively. The moment I free his hard length, he’s pressing the condom into my hand and capturing my mouth. He bites down on my bottom lip. He guides my fingers with his own, rolling it down in record time.
“Now.” He rumbles against my throat. He withdraws his fingers, lining himself up and slamming into me with one thrust. His mouth comes down hard on mine again stifling my cry. He doesn't give me time to adjust, driving into me again, deep and unrelenting, swallowing every desperate noise I make as my nails dig into his shoulders. His hand fists into the back of my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat to his teeth as he sets a brutal pace that rattles the shelves around us.
“Fuckin’ mine.” His words are rough against my sweat slick skin.
He grunts between sharp thrusts that leave no room for gentleness. He's marking, claiming, ruining me with every snapof his hips until there's nothing left but this moment. The counter creaks under the force, the jars and bottles clinking dangerously above us. He sets a furious pace. His cock sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, his teeth cutting into my shoulder. He doesn't slow down, doesn't soften, not when the need is this raw between us.
“Say it,” he demands. Groaning as he pulls out and slams in again. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You.” I cry out, holding onto him. “I belong to you.” My vision whites out. My orgasm tears through me in wave after pulsating wave as I moan and tighten around him.
“Damn right you do.” With a final brutal thrust, his hips lock up and he comes with a growl that's animalistic. His forehead drops to mine, as he rides out the aftershocks.
For a moment, there's only the sound of our mingled breathing and the distant tinkle of wind chimes in the store outside. We take a minute to come down, my core quivering around him every few seconds. I drop my head to his chest and giggle.
“Sunshine, if you can still laugh, I haven't done my job right.” There's a trace of amusement in his tone. He lifts my chin. His expression is soft, disheveled, and utterly mesmerizing. “What’re you gigglin’ for?”
“There's no way they didn't hear that.” I would be blushing if I wasn't already flushed after coming all over him.
He laughs, a deep unguarded sound that vibrates against my skin. He braces his hands on either side of me. The smirk he gives me is downright wicked. “You could be right about that.”
He pulls out, an action that causes both of us to suck in air. He removes the condom, tying it off before wrapping it in a paper towel and throwing it in the trash. He helps me down and grabs my clothes. Pulling my shirt over my head so delicately, you'd think he was handling glass. Once I'm dressed he kissesmy forehead and holds up a finger. I raise a brow and he goes into the store.
“There's no one out there.” He grins after he returns. “And someone flipped the closed sign on the way out.” He takes my hand leading me out of the stockroom.
I don't know whether to be mortified or grateful. “I wonder if it was Marci or Darla that ran everyone off.”
“From what little I gathered when I talked to them? It was probably both. I can tell those women care about you.” He guides me upstairs. “Come on, why don’t you lie down and I'll make you lunch.”
I stop halfway up the stairs. “But I need to lock up and—”
“After the poundin’ I just gave you, you're gonna let me look after you. I'll lock up, you relax.” He pulls me in front of him and slaps my ass. Despite his playful behavior, his shoulders are tight and he’s avoiding my eyes.
“What's wrong?” I ask, kicking my shoes off and climbing into bed.
“Should've been more careful.” His hand rubs the back of his neck.
