I was drawn to it, to his sex. I climbed off the bed. His eyes followed me as I kneeled in front of him.
“What are you doing?” He swallowed. There was a hesitation in him, which surprised me. On stage, when he sang, it had been like watching a magnificent being, a god who barely looked like a man, singing to those beneath him. Our night together he’d taken his rock god status to the next level.
Now again, standing before me, his naked body taut and oh so very lickable, I couldn’t understand how there could be even the slightest hesitation. He was the epitome of physical perfection.
“I want you naked, too.” I heard him, but didn’t respond. I wanted my mouth on his thickness.
I freed him from his boxer-briefs, taking his hardness in one hand. Keeping my eyes on his, I took the tip between my lips. My tongue swirled the ridge.
He moaned, brushing his fingers in my hair.
I dragged my teeth lightly over his tip. Griffin gasped, caressing my forehead. Then he took down my hair, pulling it free, allowing it to fall around my shoulders. I hadn’t even brushed it today.
“You’re beautiful, Katie Jayne.”
His words and the way he touched me made my thighs quiver.
My glasses slipped to the edge of my nose and I pushed them up with my free hand. I placed his cock against my lips and pressed it deep inside my mouth, getting him wet. I swirled my hand, letting my spit make it easier to slide my hand around him. He was huge. I pressed him in deeper until the tip touched the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he moaned. His fingers wound in my hair. I rode him with my mouth, feeling him get harder and almost impossibly bigger.
CHAPTER 5
Katie
I kept going. Giving a blowjob wasn’t something I’d done a whole hell of a lot, okay it’d been one other time, but the guy said he liked it and I wanted to make Griffin feel great. Occasionally I paused to push my glasses up my nose. I could’ve taken them off, but without them I was blind and I wanted to see his face and every inch of his glorious body.
Griffin’s hands left my hair and touched my shoulders, his fingertips brushing against my neck. “Holy shit, you’re sexy.” Griffin pulled my mouth off him and lifted me. “Fucking amazing.” He took my glasses off.
I wanted to pout. He must’ve noticed. “You want to keep them on?”
I flushed, feeling my face heat up. Did I tell him I wanted to see everything he did with perfect clarity?
“No.” It would be okay. He gently took them from my face and sat them on top of my scarf.
When he returned he lifted my arms, placed them over my head, and slid my ratty sweater off. My skin prickled as his fingers trailed hot desire. He stopped at my plain white bra and unhooked it, exposing my breasts. He cupped them with the palms of his hands and lightly pinched my nipples.
My head fell back. “Griffin.” I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a tiny part of me that wanted to know what in hell I was doing? Having sex with strangers wasn’t me. But as Griffin kissed between my breasts and ran his tongue up to my neck, nipping lightly, I realized I didn’t care about who that girl was—at least not at that moment.
He lifted me onto the bed, pushing me so that I lay on my back. I watched his body in awe. He really was the most glorious person I’d ever seen.
Griffin made quick work of getting off my shoes, socks, and jeans.
It was then that I remembered I wasn’t wearing sexy underwear. They were cotton and faded red. I froze, wondering what he’d think.
He didn’t seem to notice, just hooked his fingers at the sides and pulled them off. His urgency was intense, like I was his drug. His hands pressed my legs apart so that I was opened, exposed.
“God, Katie.” He moved his thumb over my clit, massaging it lightly.
I gasped with pleasure.
Griffin continued moving this thumb in a circular motion as he slid a finger deep inside my pussy.
I tilted my hips, allowing him easier access.
He bent forward and his warm tongue brushed against my clit, suckling. I couldn’t control my moaning. He was sending me over the edge. It wouldn’t take long to come undone.
“You taste sweet, like my favorite pie.” Griffin’s tongue dipped into my pussy.
“What kind is that?” I asked, barely able to focus on speech. My fists gripped the bed covers.
He didn’t answer right away, his lips and tongue giving me pleasure in a way I’d never experienced. The glorious tension of my orgasm was building, growing, getting stronger and more intense. I licked my lips. “Cherry,” he finally whispered just as my orgasm crested, causing my body to shudder. My fingers found his hair and I gripped it between my fists.
He kissed my clit. Licked it. It was the sweetest, the most tender thing I’d ever experienced with a man. Sure, I wasn’t a big sex aficionado. Maybe most guys did that, but for me—well, I think my addiction for the gorgeous rock god grew exponentially.
“Your pussy is my new favorite dessert.”
A feral need I’d never felt before rose up and took hold. I wanted him. I grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to pull him up. If I had to wait much longer to have him fuck me, I’d go insane.
“Griffin.”
His eyes met mine, then he leaned down and kissed my navel, each of my hipbones and up my stomach to my breasts. His teeth grazed my nipple. My nails raked his back. I wanted him closer. Needed him.
He positioned himself between my legs. His muscled arms held him up. I turned and kissed his forearm.
“Katie, beautiful Katie.” His lips crushed mine. I met him, my tongue tangling with his. I tasted myself on him. I kept thinking of his words, that I tasted like cherries. “Hmmmm.”
He pulled back and I opened my eyes. He was studying me, his features hungry. “Cherries, right?”
God, he was sexy. “If you say so.” My throat felt parched. I took his face between my hands and gently bit his lower lip.
He growled and thrust his cock into me.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my mouth. He held himself still a moment, his eyes holding mine. What was he looking for? What did he hope to see? “You feel amazing.” He slowly pulled out until the tip of his cock rested at my opening and then rammed back inside.
I gasped, my hands winding their way up his back and into his hair. “You feel good.”
Our bodies found a natural rhythm. In and out. His lips were on mine, on my hair, along my jaw and my neck. His warm breath burning passion at every spot he touched. It was obvious neither of us wanted it to end anytime soon. My body hummed.
Kissing.
Touching.
Biting.
Sucking.
His teeth and lips nipped at my neck.
The experience, those minutes, were some of the best of my life.
His thumb found its way inside my mouth. I sucked on it. He groaned, pressing deeper inside. Then pulled out his thumb and caressed my face, touching my bruised lips. I kissed it. His movements sped up, became more intense. The quiver and desire within my belly bloomed strong. My orgasm built quickly. My hips pressed against his, our bodies slapping against each other. His breath mingled with mine. I felt him tense, knew he was close. My orgasm exploded and I leaned my head back, unable to help the moan that escaped my throat.
I felt him come immediately after. His forehead fell against my collarbone and I cupped his head in my hands.
After several seconds, Griffin’s head lifted. “That was amazing,” he said, his breathing heavy.
I kissed him, allowing my lips to linger. Sweat glistened on his upper lip. I tasted the salt.
Griffin lifted himself off and rolled onto his back. It was in that moment I realized something. Something fucking horrible.
We hadn’t used protection.
My heart stopped. Oh my God. I’d been on birth control when I first started dating Reid, but when I found out he and I weren’t going to have sex until we were married I’d stopped being so faithful a
bout taking it. There hadn’t been a need.
Worse than that were my concerns about STDs. Just how careful was Griffin, really? Slowly, I shifted to face him. His eyes were closed. His arm rested over his forehead.
I watched him breathe, watched his chest rise and fall. I didn’t know what to do. We’d just had this amazing experience. Why hadn’t either of us thought to take a moment so he could put on a fucking condom?
“Griffin,” I whispered. Shit. How did I handle this? I didn’t want to make him angry but this was urgent.
He opened his eyes. In that moment I realized he knew. “We need to take a shower.” He stood and walked to the bathroom. I took in his backside. Damn he was gorgeous. He turned back. “You coming?”
CHAPTER 6
Griffin
I knew by the look on her face Katie realized what we’d done. I hadn’t used protection. I’d never made a mistake like that. Ever. It fucking blew my mind. But it would be fine. It was one time. People, especially two strangers, wouldn’t get pregnant.
She seemed to be in shock too. Water trickled down her face and into her eyes. She wiped them away.
“Wash really good.” I handed her the body wash. She squeezed some of the liquid onto her hand and went to work. I did the same.
When we were both clean I helped her out of the shower and wrapped her in a large towel. She still hadn’t spoken. I didn’t know what to say. I’d told her the last time we were together that I was clean.
Fucking was an enjoyable pastime. I didn’t want to give it up because of STDs, or worse. But I wasn’t sure about her. I knew very little about her. When I’d first found out Reid was engaged I’d been curious about the kind of girl who would be interested in the motherfucker. I’d figured a total slut with a lust for money.
From what I’d seen of Katie, she was none of those things. The last time we fucked she’d said it’d been a long time. I’d heard rumors that Reid wasn’t fucking Katie. He only kept her as a token fiancée for the sake of his parents so he could have his fun. I’d known Reid for most of my life. Our families ran in the same circles. We attended the same schools and occasionally even went after the same girls. I knew for a fact he didn’t understand the meaning of the word safe.
Katie looked at me, her eyes wide with fear and regret.
“It’s okay,” I finally said, knowing she needed to hear the words and wishing I could hear them from her. By the look on her face she didn’t believe me.
“I need to go.” She pulled away and dropped the towel. She quickly dressed with her back to me. I stood there like an asshole and watched. Every instinct I possessed told me to protect her, make her see that no matter what I’d be there for her, but I resisted. Again. It was in my nature. Every time I had tried to give a fuck in the past my effort was rewarded by disdain and contempt. I could blame it on my father, but there wasn’t a point. My life was my own. I made my choices—and I chose to stand there and watch her dress.
Part of the issue was I didn’t know her. Sure, I knew her body, better than I’d ever known a woman’s body, but I didn’t know her. We weren’t friends. We hadn’t run in the same circles. It was obvious by her love for the cotton scarf that her family didn’t come from wealth.
Which made her even more likeable, if that were possible.
But I had no idea how to comfort her, no idea what she needed or what I could do that would make her feel better.
As she wrapped the scarf around her neck, she turned. I’d forgotten momentarily that she’d been wearing glasses. God, she was adorable. It seemed her bottom lip trembled and I noticed tears on her cheeks.
“Shit.” I pulled her into my arms. “I’m sorry. I’m terrible at this. What can I do?” Tears from her cheek touched my chest and my heart melted. “Whatever you need.”
She shook her head and sniffled. “I don’t need anything.” She wiped at her tears like they were evil. “But I swear to God if I get crabs or chlamydia or some other STD, I’ll personally hunt you down and cut it off.” She pulled away and glared.
I was shocked by her ferocity. “Deal.” I worked to keep a straight face, but I couldn’t help it. Katie was sweet, even when she tried to be angry. Obviously tough. She wasn’t fucking me for my money. Just for my body. I could live with that. I liked it actually.
“Can you make me the same promises?” I raised an eyebrow.
CHAPTER 7
Griffin
The comment seemed to throw her off guard. Five different emotions changed her features. Her lips twitched. “You don’t need to worry. You’re the first guy I’ve slept with in… a really long time. I’m STD free.” She grabbed her purse. “Or, at least I was.”
She made her way to the front door and turned the handle. Before she could get it open, I placed my hand over hers. “Can’t you stay?” It blew my fucking mind that I was asking her. Normally I couldn’t get them out of my apartment fast enough. The way I felt about Katie wasn’t normal, though.
Her gaze found mine.
“It’s late. We could watch a movie.” She made a face and I laughed. “Play a game?”
That peaked her interest. “What kind of game?” She pushed her glasses up.
I shrugged. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I took her small hand in mine. “Let’s see.”
She followed me into my office. I watched her check out the bookcase, the mahogany desk, and the papers scattered atop it. But when her eye caught hold of a poster of Madonna hanging on the far wall, she dropped my hand and walked over. Madonna had signed it: Keep your shirt off and sing every song like it’s your last. ~ M
I’d met her when I was in my late teens. At the time she’d been the sexiest woman I’d ever known.
“Did you meet her?” Katie asked, turning.
“Once.” It’d been a long weekend filled with many new beginnings, but there was no way I was telling Katie that the woman known to all of the world as Madonna was my first time. That was just…
“You slept with her,” Katie said, her eyes alight with surprise.
I let out a nervous laugh. “Maybe.”
She shook her head. “Cool.”
I was surprised. She wasn’t jealous. Katie thought it was cool, but I didn’t want to push it. If there was one thing I knew for a fact it was that women didn’t want to hear about past women. They wanted to believe that they were the best, that they were the one…that they were special.
I walked over to the closet and opened the door. Katie was still watching me. Electricity shot through my heart and I realized Katie was special.
“There’s Monopoly and Twister.” I cleared my throat.
“What else?” She stood behind me, her hand resting on my back. It felt natural there.
“There’s a deck of cards, or Clue…”
“Let’s play Clue.” She reached in and picked up the game, then turned and gave my body a once over. It was then that I realized I was still naked. “Maybe you should get dressed first.” She walked out of the office.
I followed. “Good idea.” I jogged into my bedroom and pulled on a pair of jeans. When I came out Katie was setting up the game at the kitchen table. She’d pulled a water bottle from the fridge for herself and there was one sitting across from her. I guessed it was for me.
I did a mental checklist.
Katie Jayne:
Hot as hell – even in glasses.
Thoughtful.
Thinks my sleeping with Madonna is cool.
When I sat down, she glanced over. “Do you know how to play Clue? The game wasn’t open.”
I twisted the lid off the water. “Do you?” I took a big drink and then set the almost empty bottle back on the table.
“I’m a lawyer. Or at least I went to school to become one.” She pulled her hair back and wrapped a tie in it. “Learning how to play Clue is like a prerequisite for graduation.” She smiled, pushing at her glasses. I wondered if she did that out of necessity or if it was a nervous tick.
“Does that me
an there’s no way in hell I can win?” I took one of the pieces. It looked like a candlestick.
“Pretty much, but I’ll give you some pointers.” She winked. Fucking winked. The girl had gone to law school and she was witty. I added those to my mental list and put an imaginary check mark by them. Damn. I was in trouble.
“The rules are simple,” she began, then took a quick drink, and went on. “Mr. Boddy has been found dead in one of these rooms.” She pointed them out on the board. “He’s the victim of foul play.”
“Awwww, a murder mystery.”
Katie gave me a strange look.
“What? I had no idea what the game was about.” The truth was my housekeeper had purchased the games for a party I’d thrown a couple of years ago. The game had never left the bag.
“Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to figure out who did it, with what weapon, and where.” She held up a rope and placed it in the kitchen.
I clapped my hands and rubbed them together. “Awesome. But this sounds like a drinking game. What’s your poison?”
She giggled. I could tell she was relaxing. “Whatever.”
“Beer?”
“If that’s all you have.” The way she wrinkled her nose I knew she wasn’t a big fan.
“Wine?”
“Yes.” Her eyes twinkled.
I set about getting the glasses and opening the bottle. It was a good year, one I’d been saving for a special night. Tonight felt like that night.
I brought the bottle and the filled glasses over to the table. “I’m ready.”
She took a sip, set the glass down, and then tapped her fingers together. “Excellent,” she said in a faux Russian accent.
Holy fuck, I was caught. I’d fallen for her. Hook, line, and sinker.
CHAPTER 8
Katie
I believed him when he said I wouldn’t get an STD, even though common sense told me I shouldn’t be so trusting, especially after the way Reid had deceived me. But I couldn’t help it.
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