Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
We’re facing each other on the couch, enjoying one of those quiet moments we share. Staring into her eyes, I give her a soft smile as I brush a lock of hair out of her face. She’s wrapped in a robe, having taken a long, hot shower the moment we arrived home. I don’t blame her for wanting to wash away the memories of having been held captive for two days.
“You came for me,” she says almost dreamily.
“I always will.”
“How did you find me?”
“Lila,” I tell her. “She came down just before I was about to get into the ring and told me you were missing. She had that ‘Find My Friend’ app on her phone that we used to figure out where you were. She called the cops and had them go to Bryson’s house. I wasn’t going to wait for them, though. Not knowing he had you.”
Her eyes widen as a thought suddenly occurs to her, and she sits up, her face blanching. I sit up and take her hands in mine.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I just realized—oh my God, Griffin, your fight—”
I put my finger to her lips to stop her. “It’s okay.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing. It’s fine,” I say.
She frowns and squeezes my hands tightly. “Are you able to reschedule or—”
“It’s fine, Grace,” I tell her. “Don’t worry about it. The most important thing to me is that you’re here, and you’re safe.”
She studies me closely for a moment. Maybe she sees it in my eyes or just intuits what I’m not saying. Either way, she seems to realize that I skipped the fight, and any shot I had at a comeback and for a title is gone.
“Griffin,” she says, her eyes welling with tears. “You gave up your chance—”
“And I would do it again. It wasn’t a hard decision to make,” I tell her. “The only thing that matters to me is you and keeping you safe.”
She shakes her head. “Why would you do that? Why would you give up your dream?”
“Because I found a new one. A better one,” I reply.
“Griffin—”
“I love you, Grace. And you are more important to me than the fight game. Honestly, I’m perfectly happy with what I’m doing right now, especially because I found you.”
A tear races down her cheek, and I raise my hand, wiping it away with my thumb.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Nothing for you to be sorry about. Like I said, it wasn’t a hard decision. It’s a decision I would make every single time.”
Grace leans forward and takes my face in her hands, then kisses me. It’s slow and sweet and filled with passion. I shudder as she pulls back, holding my gaze.
“I am so sorry this all happened, and you lost your chance to get back in the game,” she says.
“I’m not. I’m happy,” I tell her.
“Why would you walk away from all that?”
“Because I love you.”
She looks startled, and her eyes well with tears once more, but then she graces me with a soft smile that makes my heart skip a beat.
“I love you too,” she says and leans in for another kiss.
Pulling her back down onto the couch with me, my hands roam and caress her body as our tongues roll languidly around one another. I rake my fingers through her hair, and she drags her nails up my back, making me shiver. I push her robe open then slide it off her shoulders. Grace shrugs out of it and lets it fall to the floor, leaving her naked body wrapped around mine. I look down at her, drinking her in.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say.
Her cheeks flush, but she smiles. I can tell she’s not used to being complimented or having somebody admire her beauty. I’m glad nobody else has gotten to gaze upon this living work of art because she’s mine, and I’m not about to share her with anybody.
Our mouths crash together again, and Grace writhes against me. Her skin is so supple and soft and feels so fucking good beneath my hands that I just can’t stop touching her. I plant a line of kisses down her neck, sliding my hands from her ass up to her tits, kneading them, and giving her pert nipples a pinch that draws a shuddering gasp from her lips.
Grace slides her hands down my chest and pushes my shorts down. I wriggle out of them, kicking them off the end of my foot as she grabs hold of my cock and starts to pump it. I close my eyes and groan as she moves her hand up and down my shaft, jerking me off vigorously. But then she smiles and pulls away. She gets to her feet, turns around, and straddles my face.
“I like where this is going,” I say.