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)
“Swallow me, baby girl,” I groan, my sentence breaking off when she does what I say. Her mouth literally sucks the cum from my body. A ripple takes hold, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever recover with each spurt that shoots from me. “Take it all,” I say with one last push of my hips, holding her head while I finish coming down her throat. There’s no damn way we won’t be doing this again. Last time she took me in her mouth, we we’re in bed, I was on my back, and she was between my legs. It didn’t last long. I couldn’t stand not having her cunt wrapped around my dick. Today, though, there was no denying what my woman wanted.
Stormy’s hands leave my thighs, and I slowly pull out of her sweet mouth. “Griff.” Her tongue darts out, licking her lips and any remnants of my cum left behind. That’s not what has me bending down, though. It’s the way she’s pressing her thighs together. It’s time I take care of her, and I’m going to do that right fucking now.
26
STORMY
One Week Later
“Hey, Barbie, is Griff in his office?” I wave at her while walking toward the bar. Today was slower at the salon, so I went home, let Finn out, and then packed dinner to bring to the bar. I’m hoping it’s not one of those nights Griff’s on the phone half the time or out on the floor because people are stupid. He’s still healing, and I’m making sure he wears the sling even when he says he’s fine. Stubborn, stubborn man.
“Hey, Storm. Yeah, he is. It’s been a slow one.” She winks at me. Usually, she works during the day and not at night. I guess things have changed, or Jeremy is taking time off because she’s been her more than usual. I’ll have to ask Griff when I make it to his office.
“Thanks.” I’ve got a reusable bag with our dinner. One thing I’ve come to realize is Griff isn’t big on cooking unless it’s on a grill. Chicken, steak, pork chops, or burgers, he’s got it covered. Sides are not, or anything having to do with the oven. He knows how to cook but prefers it to be outdoors. One day, when I’m out of debt, I’ll bring up an idea on building an outdoor kitchen off the back patio. I needed an easy and quick meal for tonight—lemon butter chicken with asparagus cooked in the same pan helped cut down on time. I paired it with rice, and dinner was done in less than forty-five minutes, long enough to change out of my work clothes, feed Finn, and take him for a short walk.
I open the door that leads upstairs, a pep in my step, more than ready to see Griff. I’m at his door in no time, hitting the digits of the keypad he gave me the first night, and I’m opening his door.
“Surprise!” I hold up the bag. Griff had no idea I was coming by tonight. Our schedules are passing at best. Sometimes I get to see him for a quick kiss, others he’s already here, and then there’s nights like tonight.
“Fuck, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He stands up from his seat behind his desk, making quick work until he’s to me.
“Everything okay?” There’s tension in his eyes, the crinkles showing he’s got something going on he hasn’t shared.
“Yeah. Had to deal with fucking inventory, and then the report was finished up from the incident. I’ve been on the phone more than I’d have liked,” he says tensely. He told me how everything went down. My mouth was open, and I was gasping because it could have been so much more. A concussion, drowning, my mind went into overdrive with the ideas running through it.
“And what did they have to say?” He drops a kiss to my mouth, hand going to my hip, holding me in place as he takes my lips with his. The man has a wicked way with his mouth, hands, and body. I’m left breathless while he’s standing with a smirk on his face.
“Smith is being charged with working under the influence, some kind of upper, and the racing company is looking to press charges. They asked if I wanted to do the same.”
“And are you?” I ask. I’d throw the damn book at this Smith character. He could have killed Griff along with many others.
“Yep, which means if this goes to a trial, I’ll have to travel,” he states nonchalantly.
“Then I guess I’ll be going with you. Now, are you ready for dinner?” I’m hoping our food is still warm. If not, we’ll have to microwave it, which isn’t a big deal. Everyone knows that re-heating food isn’t the same, though.