Willie got up to take his shot. “A little protective?” he asked over his shoulder as he lined up.
“She’s like my second mother.”
He missed, sighing. “Dammit.”
I ran the table for the next few minutes and banked the eight ball in with ease.
“Well, shit, girl!” Shaw’s wide eyes snapped to me.
“Someone has to take care of business while you’re over there sucking face.”
I could feel all eyes blaring at Shaw and his new friend, but if there was a time to not give a fuck, it was now. He was out, and who gave a shit?
“Double or nothing?” Willie shot me a crooked smile.
“I’m calling it a night. Shaw, you sticking around?”
Shaw gave me a thumbs-up as I chugged the last of my drink. “Nice to meet you, Willie. Have fun with those two.”
Chapter 5
Griffin
“Fuck, baby,” Amy whispered as I kissed down her neck. “I missed you.”
I pulled at her shirt, lifting it up over her head. A week apart was far too long for me to go without feeling her smooth skin against mine.
I grazed her hardening nipple as she wiggled out of her tight jeans. “I missed you, too,” I groaned.
My body went into autopilot.
Strip.
Throw her on the bed.
Get in between her legs.
She panted as I sucked on her clit, and her nails dug into my shoulder as I plunged my tongue into her sweet wetness.
Right as her body started to shake, I stopped to get on top of her after rolling a rubber onto my cock. Amy’s body was perfect—she was a damn model, for crying out loud, so it had to be perfect. My fingers laced into her hair as she moaned and my dick filled her tight cunt.
Wrapping her legs around mine, she pulled me deeper into her.
“Fuck, babe.” I growled, letting my teeth sink into her neck gently.
She sharply pulled away. “Griff, I have a shoot in the morning. No marks.”
I rolled off of her. “I know the rules, Amy,” I complained as I struggled to keep my hard-on. We had been over and over this for months. I wasn’t going to leave marks, but I was going to have fun while I fucked her. She was so consumed by being careful that she took most of the fun out of sex.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m just paranoid.” Straddling me, she started to rub her throbbing clit with the head of my dick, bringing him back to life just in the nick of time.
I thrust into her, grabbing her hips. “It’s fine.”
She grinded her hips into mine as she cried out my name and her walls convulsed around my dick. Just as quickly as our fuck-fest had started, it was over.
Amy pulled my shirt on over her head and curled up on her side of the bed. “You’re incredible,” she said breathily, but I didn’t feel incredible.
Amy and I had been seeing each other the better part of a year, and I felt nothing. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy her company or that she wasn’t gorgeous, there just was no substance. We went out and fought paparazzi or we stayed in, had a quickie, and she was asleep within minutes. We never had deep, meaningful conversations, and we didn’t even know that much about each other.
