Page 46 of Harts & Hurts

“Or me,” Mr. Hart added.

“Even if it’s one of your own children?” Griffin asked his father.

“Even if it’s my own mother,” his father assured him. “If it’s one of my kids, they will definitely get a talking to. Griff, we want you to know, we want you to be assured that you are more important to us—your happiness is more important to us—than anything.”

After my mother put Melrose in front of the camera, and we cooed at her while she babbled at us, we ended the call.

“Damn, our families just gave us permission to love each other out loud. That’s wild as hell,” Griffin commented.

“It is, especially considering that was all Ashlynn and Fisher wanted, and they never got it. That’s growth. I hate that it took the tragedy of losing two people we love. Still, I’m glad that our parents are making the conscious decision to put the feud to the side.”

“Yeah, and it only took one hundred years.” We sat in silence for a moment. “Say, let me show you something.”

I let him take my hand and lead me out to the balcony. “What?” I questioned once we were on the balcony. There was no view to take in, because the sun had already set. The only light came from fixtures adhered to the resort’s facade and the moon.

His fingers found the buttons that kept the dress I planned to wear to dinner closed, and he unbuttoned the first one.

“Griff.” Me saying his name didn’t stop his hands from unbuttoning the next one and the one below that. Soon, my dress hung open, but not for long because he pushed it off my shoulders. The next thing I knew, it was in a heap on the floor of the balcony. “Uh!” I gasped when the cool air hit my exposed body.

He reached around me and unclasped my bra. It fell to the floor with the dress. My breasts tumbled out, and my nipples immediately hardened in the cool night air. “Griff,” I repeated.

He didn’t speak. He just grabbed the waistband on my panties and pulled them down. Moisture instantaneously pooled at the apex of my thighs. I loved it when he took control.

“Front of your body to the glass, legs spread apart, ass poked out,” he instructed.

I approached the window, then did as he told me. The feel of the glass was cold against both my breasts and the palms of my hands. I shivered while my nipples pebbled painfully.

Griffin’s naked chest rested against my back as he kissed and nipped at my neck from behind me. His arms snaked around my waist as he cupped one of my breasts in each of his hands, rolling the nipples while he sank his teeth into the skin on my shoulder.

The simultaneous pain and pleasure caused me to moan his name softly. “Griff.”

He pinched my nipples, and my knees buckled. He held me up, anchoring me before releasing my breasts and letting his hands roam down my body. When two fingers entered me, I hissed while practically sitting down on them.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

I didn’t bother trying to explain myself. Everything he was doing to me was a turn-on.

Without any additional words, he snatched his fingers from me and replaced them with the hard thrust of his dick.

The spontaneity of his filling me caught me off guard and forced me into the glass. The coolness of the windowpane caused goosebumps to pop up on my skin. I involuntarily pushed my ass into him. “Yes.” My voice was breathy and pitchy. I didn’t know if there was anyway anybody could see us out there on the balcony. Honestly, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that Griffin was fucking me in the most pleasurable way possible.

He slowed down his assault, lifting my right leg and rhythmically rocking into me from a different angle. That angle had his dick rubbing against my clit with every upstroke. That angle had me screaming out and seeing stars behind my closed eyelids. “Griff!” I hummed his name, and the pleasure I was feeling made my words sound as if they were slurred. I picked up my own breasts and massaged them, squeezing my own nipples, and increasing my own pleasure. “Oouuu, Griff.” I dragged his name out as I met every slow stroke he gave me with a stroke of my own. My stomach was in knots, and my mind was somewhere over the rainbow.

“Shit, baby! Shit!” He bit down on my neck as his frantic fingers found my hair and tugged on my braids.

Pain was hitting me from so many different directions and intensifying the pleasure. The coil in my stomach, which was usually a slow build, gradually ushering me into a release, popped before I even knew what hit me. A piercing shriek tore from my mouth, and the leg he was using as leverage to slam into me gave out. I semi-tumbled into the window, but even that couldn’t pull me from the level of bliss that filtered through me.

It wasn’t long before he roared through the orgasm he’d been chasing. He fell against me, smashing me into the glass even more. It didn’t bother me, though. Even with my face, breasts, and pelvic bone mashed against the hard, cold glass, I felt content. I felt content with Griffin Hart buried inside me, slowly deflating but holding me tight as hell. He dropped kisses on the crook of my neck and along my collarbone and shoulder blade.

I opened my eyes, which had been closed since the moment he made us one. I found his hands and threaded our fingers together, then gave a content sigh.

“You know nobody else will ever have you after this, right? You know you’re mine now, right?”

I grinned in the darkness. “Real bad.”

EPILOGUE

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