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)
“You help me, so it’s not so bad. Is this for me?” she asks, standing up. My look must say it all. Tequila is not my preference. If I’m drinking liquor, it’s going to be bourbon. Otherwise, I stick to beer. “Hmmm, this is so good.” She takes a sip, her tongue licking around the edge of the class. The Tajin along the rim is her favorite part after the tequila.
“Kiss, baby girl.” My head dips as hers comes up, my tongue gaining entrance immediately. There’s no pretense. Stormy knows what I like, and I give her what she likes right back. My hand guides hers until she’s pressing her palm against my chest, then I’m deepening the kiss. Her tongue chases mine, and a groan rumbles from the back of my throat.
“Griff,” she breathes as my mouth moves from hers, tipping her head back since my hand navigated toward her hair while we were kissing.
“Damn, Stormy, you go to my head faster than a shot of bourbon.” It’s a wonder neither of us spilled our drink on one another.
“The feeling is mutual.” I press a kiss against her one last time.
“Go change. We’ll meet you on the beach. I promised Finn we’d take him to the beach when you got home.” Stormy’s face turns soft, liking that we waited on her when usually, I’d have it done before she’s off work.
“I won’t be but a minute!” She takes another sip of her drink, hands the glass back to me, and runs to the bedroom. Her hands are already at the tight tank top she’s wearing, pulling it over her head and going for the clasp behind her back. Jesus Christ, just like that, I’m rock fucking hard, rethinking meeting her at the beach. I’d do it, too, follow her into the room, pin her to the mattress, and fuck my cock into her sweet pussy while I tell her the words I’m more than ready to say.
“Come on, boy, before you miss out on your evening routine.” I put both of our drinks on the counter, pull my shirt off, and toss it on a barstool. My eyes catch on the built-in bookcase. Stormy asked for help to put her feather collection up on a higher shelf. I was still in a sling, and she wouldn’t let me grab the ladder. Instead, she told me to hold her steady. She climbed on top of it by stepping on the cabinets beneath. My hand creeped up the back of her thigh, grabbed a handful of her ass after she put the red brick with drilled holes in it for each feather. I was more than prepared for her to knock my hand away, and when she needed help down, it was me who stopped her once she was on her ass, thighs spread, and nothing on besides my shirt. A quick pull on the string to my pajama pants had my cock at the ready, and since Stormy was slick with wetness, I took advantage. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and I used my good arm to loop the back of her knee over my forearm and fucked her while she stayed exactly as I placed her.
Everywhere I look, there are reminders of Stormy and myself together, and after this evening, there are going to be a fuck of a lot more.
31
STORMY
I walk out the back door, my steps hurrying, feeling like I’m missing out on the best time of the day. The sun is slowly setting, and the beach is calm and quiet in the sense that there aren’t a lot of people now. My feet leave the grass after I open the gate and hit the sand, and my eyes lock on Griff. His back is to me, and I watch as he throws the ball for Finn to run off and catch, only to repeat the process again and again until one of us is tired. Most of the time, it’s me. Finn gives me the out, goes to Griff, then is finally worn out. I soak in the moment, but not for too long. If I wait too much longer, a certain man will have no problem cutting it short at the beach in order to bring me down with him.
Griff turns around, giving me a devastating smile, one that he doesn’t give just anybody. He’s got a pair of board shorts on, hitting him a little lower than mid-thigh, and no shirt. I guess I was right to put on my bikini, especially with the way he’s drinking my body up. My pace quickens, ready to be near him. It’s then I notice the small table he brought down. Usually, we only set it up if we’re using the chairs. Today, it holds our drinks, and I love the thoughtfulness in knowing what I’d need before I knew it.