Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Hi.” My chest fills with air before I let it out once I’m close enough for him to hear me over the ocean kissing the shoreline. It doesn’t stop, no matter how many times the waves are sent away.
“Hey, baby, you good?” His hand comes out, capturing the loose hair slipping out of my ponytail and tucking it behind my ear.
“I’m good. Great, really. Life is settling down. Melissa gave me some closure I needed even though I probably could have been fine without it. I came home to you for the night, unless you’re going to the bar tonight?” I probably shouldn’t have assumed Griff was staying home tonight. If I had taken the chance to look around the kitchen, I’d have gotten a better idea. I didn’t, but the drinks he made had me thinking differently. Griff doesn’t usually drink on a night he heads to work.
“Good, I’m glad, and you’ve got me for the entire night. Jeremy is back in town. He and Barbie are managing the shifts. We’re going to move Nav up to bartending if he’d like the position. It’s easier to find barbacks than it is a bartender, and the kid deserves a raise.” I roll my eyes. Nav is older than me by a few years. Griff is showing his age with that statement.
“I’m a very lucky woman, then, and does that mean you’ll be home at night more?” I’m pressing for answers, but if things go the way they should, it won’t take me long to get my savings account back to where it was. Griff being Griff refuses to let me help with the household bills. The house is paid off; that leaves the utilities and groceries. Thankfully, since I cook more than he does, I can contribute with food, the one task he hates, shopping of any kind and definitely cooking indoors.
“I fucking hate leaving when you’re coming home. I hate that you’re crawling out of bed when I just got you wrapped around my body. Something’s gotta change, baby girl.” His arm wraps around my shoulder, pulling me into his body when Finn comes running back. A wet and slobbery ball is in his mouth, ready to be thrown. I wrinkle my nose. I’m not wearing shorts to wipe my hands off on. Griff can have fun with that.
“Really?” I can’t manage the excitement in my voice.
“Yeah, we both need it. I’m not getting any younger, and I need my rest to keep up with you.” What a crock of shit. It’s entirely the other way around. The man is a freaking powerhouse. One round somehow always leads to another.
“Are you’re complaining?” I tease.
“Not on your life, baby girl.” He throws the ball for Finn, since he’s prancing back and forth, starting to talk in order to get his way.
“I have some news of my own. I lost three clients this month. I was thinking about opening my books for new ones.” The growl Griff gives off has me cover his mouth yet again. “If you’re done, I’ll continue.” I laugh at his nod. It’s killing him not to make a comment. “But with the stipulation of no longer working weekends.” It’s a bold move that could possibly backfire on me. I want lazy weekends with Griff, sitting on the back deck watching Finn play while we drink a cup of coffee. Griff scoots our chairs closer, moving my legs until they’re on top of his, and runs his fingers along my skin, causing goose bumps to appear.
“Fuck yeah, I like that, Stormy, a whole hell of a lot.” His head dips, and his lips graze mine. I’m yearning for more except he pulls away too soon. Now it’s me annoyed and him smirking. “Come on, sit with me, and I’ll give you more of what we both want.” Griff takes my hand, leading me until we’re closer to the table. There I see a blanket spread out. He’s got everything under control, it seems.
“You had this all planned out, didn’t you?” I ask once he’s setting down, hand up in the air for mine, his ass on the blanket, feet planted, and legs spread.
“Yep, since this morning.” He pats the place between his thighs, and I make sure not to bring more sand on the blanket than necessary while planting myself where he wants me.
“And what all do you have planned?” I ask. He hands me my drink, then grabs his for himself. His other hand goes to my lower stomach.
“Lean back, baby girl. Enjoy the view.” He doesn’t realize while the view may be pretty, there’s nothing better than being with him. Finn nudges the ball with his nose, the waves carry it, and he runs after it a few more times. I take another sip of my drink, chuckling when Finn loses interest in his ball and chases after a few birds. Griff’s fingers graze my lower abdomen, causing me to inhale deeply, and I swear his pinky slides beneath my bottoms before I can catch sight of it. “You finished with your drink?” he asks, placing his bottle on the table.