And it takes everything in me not to speed on the way home. But I tell myself I don’t need to rush. This amazing wildflower is mine and I’m hers, and this is only the beginning.
27
Sadie
Oh, God…” I feel my clit start to tingle. “Griffin…”
He looks down at me, eyes hooded, the sweat on his brow telling me he’s struggling not to come. That makes me belly clench with desire and my clit tingle more. And then he pushes into me, harder than before. The friction of his pelvis against my clit turns tingles into quivers, and I am so close.
“I’m don’t want to come yet,” I pant, and he huffs out a breath by my ear.
“I’m going to make you,” he promises. He drops his hips lower still, swivels them up harder still. “Right…”
He slams into me.
“Fucking…”
He does it again.
“Now.” He does it again, once hard and then again, softer, slower, and hard again, and everything inside me melts.
“Oh, fuck,” he pants, and I feel him jerk almost violently, and his head snaps back and his hips snap forward and he comes as hard and as long as I do.
Moments later, when we’re back on this earth, he pulls out of me and leans back on his knees to remove the condom. I sit up and watch him drop it in the trash, and then I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back down on top of me. We make out like teenagers for a few long moments, and then he pulls back and looks down on me with such affection it warms me. He balances on one forearm and runs the pad of his thumb over my lips and chin. “My beard is giving you a rash.”
“It also makes you sexy as hell and feels incredible against my thighs, so I don’t care,” I murmur back.
He kisses me again, but his eyes slip over to the digital clock on the nightstand. “I have to go get Charlie soon.”
I nod and kiss his shoulder blade as he rolls off me. He lies on his side, head propped up on his hand, and looks over at me. “You’re not nervous? At all?”
“Maybe a little,” I admit. “But I’ve already met her and she likes me. I can only assume that won’t change just because she’s going to find out we’re dating. I mean, why would it? I’m adorable!”
Griffin burst into a grin. “That’s definitely the truth.”
I sit up, not bothering to cover my exposed breasts with the covers, because he’s seen everything before and, quite frankly, I love the way he looks at me naked. “I’m a little more nervous about meeting your brother and his wife.”
“You’ve met Hunter before,” he reminds me.
“Yeah, and I was a mess,” I say sheepishly, my cheeks growing warm. “I hope he can forget about that and I can prove to him you’re not dating a basket case.”
“He doesn’t think that, love,” Griffin promises me as he untangles himself from the covers and gets out of bed.
Now it’s my turn to admire his naked form. He is so tall and so broad, and I swear he’s the only guy I know with zero ink. His skin is pure, unmarked…except for a little redness on his back from my nails when I came. His dick is still half hard, or maybe it’s hard again. Either way, it makes him even sexier. He reaches for my hand. “Come on, let’s get ready.”
I let him lead me into the bathroom. As he turns on the water and waits for it to warm up, he turns to me and pulls me into a hug. It’s strong and warm and so intimate because we’re naked but also because he’s the first man I think I have ever been emotionally bare with too. And now I am nervous. I need Charlie to like me. I need his brother and his wife to accept me. Because I want to belong in this man’s life forever.
“Come on.” He tugs me toward him and the awaiting shower.
Forty-seven minutes later I’m wedged into a booth at an Italian place in the Haight that Mia, Hunter’s wife, swears makes the best pizza in San Francisco. Griffin is on one side of me and Charlie is on the other. She insisted on sitting next to me. Across from us, Hunter is telling me a story about when they were kids and the pranks they used to play on each other. He’s laughing so hard trying to finish the story that he has tears in his eyes.
“But it turns out it was my dad’s toothbrush, not mine,” Hunter exclaims, and Griffin groans, covering his eyes with his hand at the memory.
I turn and look at him in disbelief. “You soaked your dad’s toothbrush in lemon juice?”
“Daddy, that’s not nice,” Charlie tells him, looking up from her coloring book and making atsksound that is beyond adorable coming from her tiny mouth.
“It wasn’t nice,” Griffin agrees. “And you should never do that, because you’ll end up grounded for two weeks like your dad did.”
