Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure Griff had ever decided to just pack up and leave the same day, even if only for one night, but I wanted him to do it with me.
“I get to tell people you’re mine?” He waggled his eyebrows playfully, making a kaleidoscope of things hit me at once.
I loved playful Griffin.
I wanted to be his.
There was nothing in the world like seeing Griffin Caine smile.
I felt like an even bigger liar…
“Eh. I guess,” I teased.
“You guess, huh? Wasn’t it your idea?”
“I’ll never admit it.” I shoved to my feet. “Last one packed has to drive.”
Then we were both rushing toward my room, laughing and stumbling over each other along the way.
I didn’t ever want this to stop.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Griffin
I’d sent a text to Kellan when we were on the road. Heading to Richmond with Josh for the night. Be home tomorrow.
It surprised me how quickly the response came back. Who is this, and what did you do with my brother?
Ha-ha.
I’m serious. Who is this?
I’ll call you tomorrow.
He was right. I didn’t do things like this. I spent my days off with everyone from Havenwood, or working around the house, or doing shit with the bar that I could likely do while I was actually on shift, but it gave me something to keep myself busy. I sure as shit didn’t jump in the car to spend the night a few hours away, going to a drag show and a club.
“What are you smiling about over there? Thinking about how much you like my cock?” Josh teased. He was driving. Even though he’d beat me to his room—by cheating, if you asked me—we’d decided to take the Mustang instead of my truck.
“I mean, it’s all right, but—”
“Hey. It’s a great dick, thank you very much.”
“The best I’ve ever had,” I countered. Obviously, it was the only one I’d ever had.
“I don’t think I want to go away with you anymore.”
“Aw, does Joshy need a compliment? God, it’s so good. So long and thick—holy shit. I’m chubbing up a little over here.”
We both laughed.
“That’s what my incredible cock does to you.”
God, I had fun with him. There wasn’t anyone I enjoyed myself with more than Josh, and it was rare for me to let my guard down with anyone the way I did with him.
I didn’t know what to think about us. I knew about Doug, that Josh was still in love with him and couldn’t give himself to anyone else like that. But ever since that night in my office at Griff’s, things had felt different between us. He’d said then he didn’t want anyone else, and today he said to tell people he was mine.
Josh felt mine, down to the marrow of my bones.
We joked around, making more penis jokes, because that was just what one did. After that we talked for a while, and before I knew it, we were pulling up to a hotel that looked a little steep for my blood. I was a simple guy, and Josh was too, so the choice surprised me. Hell, I didn’t even know when he’d reserved the damn thing. It wasn’t something I’d thought about. “When did you do this?” I asked when we parked.
“A gentleman never tells.”
“Well, first, you aren’t one of those, and second, I’m not sure that fits here.”
Josh nudged my arm. “Asshole.” He got out of the car, and I followed along behind him.
“Seriously, Josh.”
“You see, they have these new inventions called cell phones that are able to get this other new invention called the Internet. One quick search while I was safely tucked away in the bathroom this morning and voilà! Our magic hotel room.”
“Did I mention you’re an asshole?” I teased. He wasn’t, though. He was great.
“You love me and you know it,” he countered. It was said in a playful tone, and it sounded like a joke Josh would make. His reply had definitely been him, and yet we both froze for a second, just standing there looking at each other. I felt an unfamiliar needy pull inside me, this unstoppable force luring me closer and closer to him. Not physically, but inside, as if somehow I could sink into him, meld together.
Holy fuck. I was falling in love with Josh Westbrook. Or had I fallen already? It was hard to tell. How did one know? I’d never felt this before—so comfortable, so right with someone. I’d never been in love before, I never thought I would, but God, I ached for him. Like all these loose ends were suddenly all tied up when I hadn’t known they’d been frayed.
“Griff. Breathe. It was a joke. I know you’re not in love with me.”
But that wasn’t what I was thinking at all. I was thinking that I might be. “The hotel looks nice.” Jesus. I had no idea why in the hell that was what I said.