I suppress a cringe, sloppily grinding my ass against him. “I like whatever you’ll give me,” I garble.
Griff groans then crushes my ribcage between his hands. I can’t hold back my wince this time, but it only takes a second to recover my expression. He presses his nose against the crook of my neck, then bites. Hard. I bite down on my tongue before a yelp escapes.
Motherfucker.
“And this?” Griff mutters, his breaths growing heavy as he licks the fresh ache with his slimy tongue. “I fucking know you like this.”
“Mmhmm.”
I think I start to sway, but then his fingers appear as he roughly rubs my shoulders, holding me up in the process. I tilt my head to eye his hand better, wishing I could sink my teeth into his skin and see how he likes it. Wishing I could see him curl up in pain. Writhe on the floor. Beg me to stop.
He slides my thong to the side and strokes his fingers over my bare slit, then stops between my ass cheeks. “Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy this.” He angles two thick fingertips into the one spot I’ve never let a man touch.
Just as I take a lungful of air to prepare myself for the pain, Adam strolls toward me. Griff freezes but doesn’t release me.
Each slow, measured step is intentional—whether to torture my nerves or anger Griff, I can’t be sure. Probably both. Adam stops when he’s close enough my chest grazes the warmth of his shirt. I lift my chin, set my jaw, and he dips his head as his gaze wanders down to my lips.
“So this is what you like?” Adam asks softly, his voice too calm, too soothing.
Griff’s grip around my waist tightens, staking his claim, but Adam lifts a hand and slowly brushes the hair from my eyes, as though he and I are completely alone. His dark eyes flit back and forth between mine, searching them. Waiting for my answer.
“Yes,” I lie, my voice a weak whisper.
He nods, then leans closer. Tilts his head. Presses his lips to my neck so softly I wouldn’t be sure he’s even touching me if it wasn’t for his hot breath on my skin.
Awareness kicks through me, and a shudder wracks my body.
“And you’re sure?” he murmurs. The hand in my hair travels past the curve of my jaw and lands gently on the other side of my neck.
My stomach dips, his touch pulsating every vein inside me.
“Mmm.” I hardly register what I’m saying, only that his caresses are hypnotic. My head falls back against Griff’s chest. Revulsion sobers me slightly when Griff slaps my ass. My head pops back up, and I find Adam looking straight at me. A barely perceptible smile tugs one side of his lips, amusement flickering in his blue eyes.
He glides a thumb across my bottom lip, then pulls it down. “Just ...” Releasing my lip, he bends enough to wrap both warm hands around my naked thighs, wandering higher, higher. “Like.”Higher.“This?” When his fingers tease the hem of my panties, Griff grunts and grinds into my back again. I try to hide the disgust from my face, but Adam’s crooked smile twitches, and I know I’ve failed.
I narrow my eyes and stare him down. “Yes,” I finally manage, then add a sultry edge to my voice when I repeat, “Just like that.”
Adam’s eyes fall shut, and he lets out a husky groan, the sexy sound sending goose bumps down my arms. His fingers squeeze my upper thighs as he leans into me again, then nips my earlobe. I gasp, and he grabs my hair, tugs my head back with one rough move. My head spins as tingles flutter across my scalp.
“Bullshit.”
It’s one word, two syllables, and spoken in such a soft whisper only I can hear it. But it may as well be a slap to my face with the truth it reveals. My eyes widen, but I don’t say a word.
I’m too afraid my shaky voice will be my confession.
