Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“So what are we going to do? Do I get to go home?” She asked.
I nodded, leaning my head to the side and taking her mouth with mine.
Her tongue ran along mine, and her eyes darkened.
I wasn’t usually an eye open kind of kisser, but I wanted to see Lenore.
Wanted to absorb everything that was her.
Our kiss was explosive.
And quite honestly, it got a little bit out of hand.
Once I found the strength to end the kiss, we were both panting.
“You get to go home,” I confirmed.
“And what about you? Can you spend the night?”
I shook my head. “No.”
Her eyes closed, and she leaned her face forward.
“What if I need you?” She asked.
“Then call me. If I don’t answer, then call one of the members,” I told her. “I’ll program their information into your phone before you leave tonight.”
“You’re going to let me ride on the back of someone else’s bike?” She asked, surprised.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“No. I was going to have Alison take you home in her Jeep,” I explained.
“When will I see you again?” She whispered.
“I’ll come by when I’m sure I’m not being followed. And we can meet here, too,” I told her.
“So…” she hesitated. “We only have tonight before you act like you don’t know me?”
I pressed my lips against hers. “Yeah.”
“Then make me remember you,” she whispered.
Chapter 12
If a week goes by and your man isn’t confused or scared by something you’ve done over the past week, then you’re being a woman wrong.
-Lenore’s secret thoughts.
Griffin
Then make me remember you.
I growled when I smashed my lips against hers.
“You’ll have no problem remembering me, honey,” I declared between kisses.
I held her face close to mine, keeping her in place while I ravaged her mouth.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I told her, figuring I’d get that out there now.
“Shit,” she breathed. “Shit.”
I snorted and stood up, keeping my lips on anything I could reach as I walked to my room.
Her mouth.
Her lips.
Her neck.
She moaned loudly when I got into my room.
“I’m putty in your hands when you do that,” she panted, arching her neck and gasping in gulping breaths of air as I ran my beard along her collarbone.
I shucked her shirt off over her head roughly, moving my lips down, coming to an abrupt stop when my exploring lips met something different under the skin of her chest.
“What’s that?” I asked, lifting my hand up and circling the patch of skin that looked like it had something underneath it.
“A med-port. When I was getting my treatments, they would shoot the stuff into my veins by placing a needle into this right here,” she said, picking my hand up and pressing down on her chest. “It’s like a spongy thing or something. It’s meant for caustic drugs, like chemo, to go into my veins without tearing them up.”
I bent down and placed a soft kiss on the area, wishing she didn’t have something like that that she had to worry about.
It was a reminder every day that she wasn’t a hundred percent.
That something could happen to her tomorrow and she’d have zero control over it.
That’s when I knew…right then…that I would do everything to make Lenore’s life one of happiness. I would help her live life like it was her last day. And I hoped she’d make me do the same.
Because I knew better than anybody how life could change in the blink of an eye.
I knew that one second, you could be standing outside waiting to be picked up, and the next you could be laying on the ground, leaking your life blood on the concrete you were playing Hop-Scotch on only an hour before.
Because that was what my son had experienced.
I’d dropped him off at school that day with every intention of picking him up later that afternoon.
I’d promised to take him to a movie, one he’d been begging me to see for a week.
Then put his lamp together that I’d bought him the week prior that I hadn’t gotten around to doing yet.
Afterwards, we were going to have his favorite meal of spaghetti and meatballs.
Then I was going to read him his bedtime story, like I did every night, and watch an episode of Scooby Doo as I laid in bed with him.
“Griff,” Lenore whispered. “You okay?”
“When this is all over…” I hesitated, looking down into her eyes. Studying the way her beautiful red hair, in her long, thick braid, curled around her head like a snake. “I don’t want to fuck around anymore. And I want you to make sure I don’t. I need you to know who Tanner was. Who he still is to me.”
She brought my face down closer to hers by placing two hands on both of my cheeks.
“I can’t wait to learn more about him,” she whispered, placing a soft, gentle kiss on my mouth.
The spark that I’d pushed away when I started thinking about my son reignited with just a brush of her soft, sweet lips.
My mouth moved from her lips, traveling back down her neck.
I licked a line from the tip of her chin all the way down to the top of one beautiful swell of her breast.
She shivered and started to squirm.
I looked up at her face as I trailed a finger down the middle of her chest.
Then I rubbed my lips slowly over the hardened tip of her nipple while I watched her eyes flare.
She had perfect breasts.
So perfect.
They were smaller than I usually went for, but when I took the entire nipple into my mouth and sucked, I decided I didn’t need any more than what she had.
The rest was just overkill when sucking on her nipples got her screaming in excitement.
“Griff!” She gasped, arching up into my mouth.
My free hand traveled over to the other side and tugged roughly.
When my fingers found her other breast, I smiled when she couldn’t decide which direction she wanted to arch her body.
I chuckled as I switched to the other side, gently circling the tip of her nipple with my tongue.