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)
“Baby girl,” Griff’s voice is rough with a raspy tone to it. As if he’s smoked a cigarette or two. Only I know he doesn’t. My eyes snap open, and trace the center of his chest until they meet his, which knocks me off my axis once again.
2
GRIFFIN
The softness in Stormy’s eyes, the way her body shudders with the two words that slipped from my lips all too easily, fuck, it has me on fire. Clearly, that dumbass didn’t make her feel like the woman she truly is or feed into her desires. What would have been her wedding night clued me in—you give the woman a bottle of tequila, and she lets lose real damn quick.
“Griff.” Her eyes open after a beat. Cerulean blue, clear, and glassy, unlike the bloodshot eyes I had the pleasure of seeing while she popped off talking about how Zach couldn’t even get her there. All I could do was grunt, bite back the words threatening to come out, and let her keep at it. She vented all while taking another swig of tequila, not even wincing as the strong alcohol slid down her delicate throat. The woman can handle her liquor, that’s for sure. She tipped her head back, my suit jacket draped over her shoulders, and my eyes watched as it slid down. Fuck me, I had no right to look at the glimpse of skin she was giving me. Stormy’s dress was destroyed; there was no fixing it after I took my knife to it. A knife that now sits inside a drawer in my nightstand, one I no longer use. The way she was sitting, I got the side profile of what I’m sure is the sweetest set of tits a man could get his eyes on. This woman should be off-limits. I’m nobody’s rebound, but it almost had me throwing caution to the wind and say ‘fuck it.’ Much like I am right now. Her body, my body, on the nearest surface has my cock twitching. The hard-on I’ve been walking around with for days on end is more than ready and willing to be let loose. I bet she’s wet right now. The woman gives off fuck-me vibes whenever I’m near, and now is no different. The thought of unbuttoning her jean shorts, sliding down the zipper, the palm of my hand meeting her quivering stomach while moving down until my fingers feel her softness. I’d bet her panties are lace and see through, only adding to my inner turmoil as the tips of my fingers hit the lips of her pussy. Now I’m wondering exactly what her cunt looks like. Are there soft curls, a landing strip, or is she completely bare? I’m going to find out, and fucking soon. It doesn’t matter that we’re in my bar. I’d do it in front of everybody to prove a point to Stormy. There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s just been with the wrong man all along. I’d work her until she was a quivering and moaning mess, not stopping until her body is wrung dry and she’s holding on to me to stay standing. Somehow, I manage to keep my hands off the raven-haired beauty in front of me. An act of willpower and strength I usually retain for when I’m on a rescue mission with my crew when the high-speed boat races come to town or we head out of town if we’re needed.
“You need something?” The last time I saw Stormy, she was toasted, dozing off on my shoulder on the beach, the discarded bottle of tequila near her feet, and I know it was time to call it a night. I carried her to my truck, got her settled in the passenger seat with her murmuring that she just wanted to feel, and it wasn’t anything about emotions. Nope, Stormy left me speechless, talking about how she’d like to be fucked long and hard, hair pulled back as she’s fucked from behind and experience an orgasm that Zach could never give her. I’m no damn saint. I thought about taking her up on the offer. That’s also when I got another glimpse of her tits. Her dress dipped lower, and it took all I had to back the fuck away. She may not have said, ‘Griff, take me to bed,’ but with the vibes she was giving off, it was awfully tempting. I drove her home, carried her inside her apartment, and put her to bed. Stormy at least was cognizant enough to give me the code to her door, which pissed me off even more. What if I were someone else? Would she be just as willing?
“To talk to you.” She raises her hands, and hovers them near my body, as if unsure if she should touch me out in the open where prying eyes can see. Newsflash, I don’t give a flying fuck what people think. If Stormy wants to touch me, then goddamn, she can touch me any way she wants. I move a step closer, taking away the decision when her palms lie flat against my abdomen. My abs flex and her fingers clench into my muscles.