Page 51 of Gross Misconduct

JACK

“This is payback.” I feel my smile get so big it hits my ear lobes.

“For what?”

My brain stops, trying to figure out the right answer. The brilliant idea and my chain of logic don’t make it to my mouth. I begin to realize that not getting nookie on a rooftop is no justification for pissing on a guy’s car.

But I can’t give him the satisfaction of my contrition. I go defiant instead.

“You know what.”

“I actually don’t.” Griffin gets closer but also knows that no man can stop another man mid-stream.

I shake out the last drops and tuck my dick back in my pants. I wipe my hands on my shirt and turn around. “What’s up?”

“You fucking asshole. You pissed on my car.”

“You did this to yourself!” I yell. The alcohol has fully taken over my brain. I step around him, but Griffin hooks his thick fingers onto my arm and pulls me back. His hot touch burns up my skin, sending shivers of lust raging through my system.

“What did I do? Tell me what I did, Jack.”

“You talked to Darlene about me.”

“Yeah,” he says, confused. “I put in a good word.”

“I don’t fucking get you!” I push him back, my hands on his broad chest. “You’re in my head, and I hate it!”

He pulls me close, his hand staying firmly fixed on my arm. “You’re in my head, too! You think I want that?”

“I don’t know what you want. I took you to a beautiful rooftop and you pushed me away! I never take guys there because it’s special! I took you there because I wanted to experience it with you, even though I just met you, and you…you said thanks but no thanks. You’re an asshole! When my bladder refills, I’m coming back here and pissing on the other side of your truck.”

Griffin doesn’t say anything, leaving me unnerved. His hand digs into my arm, sending more lust shivers through my traitorous body. His eyes are on fire, blazing with intensity as the flames lick at the pit of my core.

Thunder rumbles through the sky. Lightning crackles across the darkness, but it can’t match the electricity between us.

“Fucking kiss me already,” I spit out, seething with fury.

Griffin tugs me against him, leans his head down, and delivers the most epic kiss of my life as the sky cracks open, unleashing a downpour.

He smashes his lips on mine, making me remember all over again what a great fucking kisser he is. But it’s different this time. There’s no hesitance, no sweetness. It’s heat. It’s need.

His lips are fucking magic. Warm and salty with the bitter taste of beer on his tongue. I breathe in his scent, wanting him in all the worst ways. His beard scratches my smooth cheek as his tongue explores my mouth.

Rain soaks through my clothes and my hair. My hands canvass across his broad shoulders, the muscles popping through on his arms, wet clothes hugging even tighter to his thick body.

He shoves me against the brick wall of the alley as his hands dig through my hair, pulling me against him.

“You okay?” he asks, his hand caressing the back of my head.

“Of course I’m fucking okay.” I resume kissing, our tongues tangled in lust. I unleash a moan as he gives my pointed nipple a quick pinch through my soaked shirt.

I finger the strap of his eye patch behind his head as his coarse hair bristles under my pads. His eye patch rubs against my cheek slightly, a new sensation that makes me want to hold him tighter.

I rut against his leg like a hopeless, horny, stray dog. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he gets me hard in two seconds flat, but I’m way past thinking rationally.

“Is this what you fucking want?” he growls under his breath.

“You wanted it first. Staring at me across the bar.”

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