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 theMr.andMrs.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 hardenough 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.
