Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“Molly,” he breathes. “You’re so pretty.” He grazes his knuckles against my straining nipples. “I knew you would be but…damn.”
I arch into his touch and he leans forward, wrapping his lips around my other nipple. My body trembles, and I let my head fall back with a thump. Little daggers of pleasure travel straight to my center.
“Griff.”
He sucks harder and teases his tongue over the tip, driving me wild. Then his hand returns to my thigh, pushing my dress as he slides all the way to my hip. The dress is too tight for him to move higher without me taking it all the way off. But he follows the waistband of the seamless boy shorts I’m wearing underneath. Not the sexiest underwear for this encounter. When I dressed this morning, I was thinking of how short my dress was and how I didn’t want to flash anyone when I climbed in and out of cars at the track. I never dreamed I’d end up here with Griff or I would’ve chosen differently.
Griff explores carefully, like he’s measuring the boundaries of my underwear while mapping the contours of my body. Pulses of pleasure race over my skin with every touch.
“Molly, look at me.” He kisses my cheek.
I open my eyes as he slides his hand along my inner thigh. “Please keep touching me,” I whisper.
Staring at me with a burning intensity so powerful my skin prickles, he wedges his hand between my legs and strokes his fingers along my center. The throbbing at my core intensifies.
“Oh.” I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Eyes,” Griff reminds me. One finger firmly slides over my underwear, following the seam of my lips. He lets out a low groan. “You’re drenched, baby.”
My breath stutters in my chest. “I—”
He kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, “You can be as loud as you want. No one’s here.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice full of desperate need.
He focuses all of his attention right over my clit, first rubbing in circles, then making strong up and down movements.
“Oh shit!” My back arches, and I push against his hand.
“You like that more than this?” He returns to the slow, circling movement.
“I don’t know. I like it all.”
“Greedy girl,” he says with teasing approval. His fingers return to the other strokes.
Squeaks and moans pour out of me as the tension slowly builds. A wave of heat rolls over my body. Griff keeps increasing the pressure until I burst.
“Oh!” I squeeze my eyes shut and whimper a bunch of nonsensical noises.
“Yes.” Griff’s voice is a whisper over my skin. “You’re incredible. Keep going.”
I press my palms against his chest. The sensations pulse through my body over and over. I curl my torso off the hood, gasping for breath, chasing every last bit of release.
Spent and with sweat misting my forehead, I fall back. Griff catches me with his arm behind my shoulders, and I curl into his body. He slips his hand out from under my dress and grins. His skin glistens from my arousal, and I bury my face against his chest. Words escape me. All I know is that I want to spend the rest of the night with Griff, exploring each other.
“Happy birthday to me,” I finally whisper.
“You’re amazing.” He kisses the top of my head.
Feeling bold and curious, I slide my hand down his body, cupping his erection through his jeans. He groans and closes his eyes briefly.
“Griff.” I lean up and kiss along his jaw.
A distant rumble from the road grows louder and louder until the garage doors rattle.
That’s more than one vehicle. They have to be right outside.
“What the fuck?” Griff helps us up and off the car while I stuff my breasts into my bra and slip the straps of my dress in place. Helpless, I turn my back to him for the zipper. My thighs feel slippery. My underwear clings to my skin.
“Griff! Where you at?” someone shouts. The bell on the door between the garage and office bing-bongs.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” I run my hands through my hair.
“Fucking hell,” Griff grumbles under his breath.
“Yo, Royal!” another voice shouts. “We know you’re here.”
“Guys, maybe we should wait for them outside,” a woman’s voice says.
“That’s Juliet,” I whisper. “What are they all doing here?”
“Nah, Griff won’t mind,” Remy says.
Oh, this is the worst.
“I’m going to kill your brother,” Griff seethes. He pulls my body in front of him. Something hard pokes into my back. “Please don’t move. Or this is going to be even more awkward for everyone,” he whispers against my ear.
He loosely drapes his arms over my shoulders, so we’re standing in an awkwardly casual pose. As if I wasn’t coming on Griff’s hand five seconds ago. Nope, nothing to see here.
I spot my brother’s tall frame first. Then Vapor and Eraser. Juliet and Ella follow them, hanging back and pointing out different things that seem like an attempt to slow the guys down.