When I let him go, he growled at me and a shot of lust hit me in the gut.Without thinking, I shoved him backward into the supply closet next to where he worked.He let me, grinning now, the kind of feral grin that set my body on fire.
The closet was barely big enough for both of us.Shelves of various engine fluids and rags crowded the walls and shelves.I kicked the door shut behind us and shoved him against the wall.Something hit the floor as we kissed and tore at each other’s clothes.Neither of us gave a fuck.
I bunched my hands in the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to reveal the hard lines of his stomach and the tattoos swirling up his side.“I want you to fuck me,” I said.“And I want you to make it fucking good.”I bit his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue over the small hurt.
He grunted before answering.“Yes, ma’am.”
His hands landed on my waist and he lifted me, setting me onto a small counter.He pinned me with his hips and I wrapped my legs around him.
He kissed me, hot and hungry.He growled, grinding against me, and I could feel his cock, hard through the denim, pressing between my legs.
I shoved my hand between us, found his zipper, and yanked it down.“I want you inside me.Right fucking now.”
He hesitated, just for a second, then kissed me again, deeper, almost punishing.His hand snaked under my sweats, found my pussy already slick, and he groaned, “Christ, you’re wet for me.”
“I am,” I admitted, nipping at his throat.“And I want you to fuck the shit out of me before you have to go.”
With another feral grunt, Griffin pulled my sweats over my hips.I used his shoulders to brace myself as I lifted myself enough for him to whip the pants from my legs.He shoved my underwear aside, lined himself up, and slid inside me in one rough thrust that knocked the air from my lungs.I gasped, clinging to his shoulders, and arched into him.
He buried his face in my neck, breathing hard, trying to hold still so I could adjust, but I didn’t want gentle.I didn’t want soft.“Harder,” I growled, and he answered, thrusting in again, faster, setting a brutal pace that rattled the shelves around us.I dug my nails into his back, let the pain anchor me in the moment, and rode every pulse of pleasure like it might be the last.“Fuck me hard, Griffin.Fuck me!”
Griffin filled my existence.He wrapped one arm tightly around my back while he hooked the other arm under my leg to grip my ass and hold me open for him.He sucked at my collarbone while pounding his cock into me with a desperation I matched thrust for thrust as best I could.The world shrank to the inside of that closet, the slap of skin, the sound of my own grunts… I never wanted to let him go.
“Veda,” he said, voice breaking.“Fuckin’ hell…”
“Don’t stop,” I begged, and he didn’t.I felt the orgasm building, wild and reckless, a live wire under my skin.It hit me all at once, a jolt that shattered everything in its path.I screamed into his shoulder, my body convulsing around him.I exploded in a fiery ball of need and lust and fear all coming to detonate like ingredients in a bomb.
I knew Griffin needed to come.I could feel him swelling inside me and, for some stupid fucking reason, I wrapped my legs around him tightly.
“Veda?”He pressed his forehead to mine as he looked into my eyes.“Let me go or you’re gettin’ my load deep inside that tight little pussy.”
I tightened my grip around him, knowing I couldn’t let him pull away.Not now, not when every fiber of my being screamed for me to let him claim me.
“Goddamnit, Veda!”He groaned, a rough, raw sound that vibrated against my skin, and then he thrust deeper.With a final hard shove, he groaned, his body stiffening as he put his cum inside me, his orgasm ripping through him, triggering another one for me.Pleasure crashed over me in a powerful wave, so intense it bordered on pain.
For a long minute, neither of us moved.We just breathed, pressed together.He rested his forehead against mine once again.
“Still want to kill me?”he asked, his voice soft and amused.
“Maybe a little less,” I admitted, and he laughed, the sound vibrating through my whole body.
He let me down easy, his hands lingering on my waist.I fixed my underwear and stepped into my sweats.I hadn’t taken my shoes off.He tucked himself back into his jeans, then ran his fingers through my hair, pulling me in for a softer kiss.
“We still have to talk,” I said, breathing hard.
“We will,” he said.“When I get back.”
“We better,” I said, trying not to sound as raw as I felt.“Youbetter.We’re not done.Not even close.”
He cupped my cheek, thumb tracing the curve of my jaw.“Not even close, honey.”He leaned in, brushed his lips against my ear.“I always keep my promises.”
I took a shaky breath and stepped back, unlocking the door and peeking out.The garage was empty, the rest of the crew already outside prepping the vehicles.I looked over my shoulder at Griffin, and the sight of him -- hair wild, shirt twisted, eyes still burning -- made my knees go weak all over again.
“Go save my sister,” I said.“And then come back to me.”
He nodded, solemn now.“You have my Goddamn word, Veda.”
I watched him stride out into the cold predawn, the weight of all my hope and fear riding on his broad shoulders.Then I leaned against the wall and let myself smile.For the first time in a long fucking time, I actually believed me and Tessa might both survive this.When I did, I’d have a man on my hands.My very own man.I’d have to figure out what to do with him later.I got the feeling it would be more of what we’d just shared.
