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)
“Or you can move in here.” I feel my eyes bulge, knowing my mouth is slack-jawed because who is this man?
“Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever? Did the fight last night cause a concussion?” My hand cups his cheek, feeling his stubbled jaw. There’s no fever. In fact, he’s cool to the touch. The bruising on his jaw is developed and is turning that nasty shade of blue and purple. Griff’s lip isn’t much better, scabbing more, and it will definitely take a while to heal.
“Stormy, this place is big enough for the both of us. I’m not going to be home next weekend as it is. The neighbor does a decent job with Finn, but you see how he is. My boy needs love and attention. Clearly, he’s infatuated already, and you’d be doing me a solid.” He must think I’m going to agree right away. He dips his body, dragging his hard length along my wet slit.
“I’ll watch Finn, stay and house sit, but moving in?” I leave the question open for interpretation.
“You think after last night, I’m going to let you go? Baby girl, we mesh, inside the bedroom as well as out. I’d be stupid not to lock this down. You think I give a flying fuck what this town has to say or that I don’t know we’re going to face a shit storm?” Okay, he does have some merit to his points, and also, the butterflies in my stomach are definitely happy that he’s laying it all out.
“Why do I feel like I’m going to be persuaded if I say no?” My legs tighten around his thick waist. Griff rocks into my body. He’s working me into saying yes while I melt for him. He knows it, and I know it. The only thing left is for me to take a leap of faith. I should be gun shy. My instincts have sucked thus far when it comes to men. Zach did me so dirty, Mel even more so, and she was my friend. The difference is, Griff is not them, and he shows me with every single thing he does. I dated Zach for a year. He asked me to marry him on the anniversary of said one year of dating. We had a short engagement because his mom was in Operation Marry Us Off as fast and as expensive as possible. Maybe she knew something I didn’t, though it’s her smearing my name in the dirt all over Jasmine. There’s no one else who would. The two other culprits are currently on a vacation, thankfully.
“Because you’ll say yes. If I have to fuck you until you say it, I will.” He’s reminding me of last night when he had to pull out in order to ask me about birth control. I told him the truth, that I was covered and also received my test results back after finding out Zach was a big fat cheater. Though, I’m thankful we had yet to do away with condoms. I still wasn’t taking any chances.
“Fine, but I’m not unpacking all of my crap.” Griff blows out a puff of air, mutters something under his breath, and tips his head toward the ceiling. “Not yet at least. We could get on each other’s nerves. I mean, I’m not a huge slob, but I don’t want this to end badly either.”
“I’ll give you that, but your clothes are in this room. You want to unpack or not, you can do it in your time, or we’ll get you a storage unit. I’ve got a two-car garage, and I’d rather your car not be parked outside. Which means boxes can go in the spare room, but we’ll have to figure out the other stuff.” Okay, he’s agreeing to this way too easily.
“I’m not bringing any furniture with me. I sold most of it. Mattress is on the floor, and the barstools aren’t worth paying storage for. The same could be said about my couch and coffee table.” Wow, it hits me all at once. I was willing to give everything away for a man who willingly threw me away like yesterday’s trash.
“Good, that’s settled. Now I’m going to make you come. We’ll get started on moving you in today. That way, it’s done before I leave on Sunday.” I’m awarded with Griff’s panty-melting smile, and lucky for me, I’m not wearing any.
15
STORMY
“So, do you think I’m making the right choice?” I ask my mom and aunt a day later. In my heart and gut, this feels natural, but that little girl inside of me is worried what the people I love the most will think. It’s stupid, I know that to the depth of my being. My mom is not one to put conditions on love, and my aunt isn’t either, for that fact.