“Shit, that’s hot,” I curse, ready to go again. Instead, my index finger tips her chin, giving myself her sweet lips. The kiss is chaste but intense.
When our lips part, Griffin runs his fingers through the mess we’ve made on her inner thighs. He turns her head to the side, and without being told, Raven opens her mouth, sucking Griffin’s fingers clean.
Another groan rumbles in the back of my throat.
Raven opens her lips, running her tongue along the underside of Griffin’s fingers as he pulls them from her mouth.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Darlin’.” I need to do something, or else we’re going to go another round, and I’d rather let her rest. Griffin and I were fairly rough.
I find the extra shirt I keep in here for emergencies and drop to my knees in front of Raven. She looks down at me, blinking her eyes and frowning. Her confusion is adorable while simultaneously infuriating.
Has no one ever kneeled at her feet? Has no one ever taken care of her after sex?
Raven is the type of woman who was made to be worshipped. I’d make a blood offering at her altar multiple times a day if she’d let me. She has the body of a real woman. Her ass, her breasts, her hips.
She is perfection.
Once I’m done, Griffin helps Raven dress back into her clothes, while I search for my own. When we’re all clothed again, Raven’s gaze roams around the room. She looks everywhere but at us.
“Sunshine,” Griffin addresses her.
“Hmm?” Raven responds but still won’t make eye contact.
Griffin tips his head, a sign for me. I round to Raven’s back and circle my arms around her middle, while Griffin steps up to her front and rests his hands on her hips. We sandwich her between us, not a whisper of air between our bodies.
“Raven, are you okay?” Griffin tries again.
Her answer is hurried. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
I tilt my head to the side to get a view of her profile. “Is what we did okay? Did we push you too far?”
“What?” Raven’s mouth pops open. “No. Not at all. I loved every second of that.”
“Then what’s on your mind? You’re not here.” I lift my hand to tap her temple, then fold her in my full embrace again.
She bites her lip pensively. “I’ve seen those pills before.”
That is not what I was expecting.
Griffin rushes to inquire. “What do you mean? Where?”
“I saw Dr. Lewis Whitlock doing a sale at the grocery store with a man and then again with the same man outside the psychiatric hospital.”
I scoff. “Well, that’s quite brazen of him, but I’m not surprised. Most people love him, and some steer clear of him.” Shaking my head, I continue, “But to deal those pills in public? That’s a whole new level of audacity.”
Griffin’s focus is cast downward as he thinks through the new information. “I’m not surprised. He’s always been that way.” He finally looks up, asking Raven for more information. “Do you know who the man was?”
“Yeah, I met him outside the elementary school when he tried to pick me up.” Raven makes a disgusted face. “He said he was the mayor and that his name is?—”
“Frank LeBlanc,” I finish for her.
That man. That goddamn man. There are plenty of people I don’t like in Mystic River, but him? I’d relish in the slow death I’d give him. I’d use his blood to paint the walls. I’d record his screams so they could lull me to sleep every night.
I drop my arms away from her body as the twitch transitions into a shake, and the onslaught of adrenaline causes my heartbeat to race. My hands pull at my hair as I shout to the room, “Fuck!”
“Knox? What’s wrong?” Raven tries to take a step toward me, but Griffin holds her back.
“Give him a second,” he instructs her.
