Page 82 of Barefoot Dreams
Oh God…I squeeze my eyes, trying to think back to last night but I don’t get far when a voice calls out my name.
“Julie?”
My eyes fly open comically fast.
That’s Griffin’s voice. I can’t mistake it. But why is Griffin’s voice in my bed. Wait, am I in my bed?
I scan the ceiling above, yep, that looks like my ceiling. Don’t ask how I know. I’d just know my ceiling out of a million.
Damn it, Julie, wrong thing to focus on right now. I let out a falsely calm breath reluctantly, and push away from his warm body as I fall onto my back to laynext toGriffin. Not on top.
On top was so much better, in case you were wondering.
I wish I could say I don’t remember how we got here, but just like that I do. At least to a certain point.
“We slept together,” Griffin states, and as if on cue I feel the soreness in between my legs.
I lift the sheet, eyeing both of our naked bodies and his most impressive morning wood and with a stifled whimper, lower it. “Yep. Seems like it. Now you have to marry me.”
“What?” Griffin squeaks, yet neither one of us has turned to face the other, opting to watch my beautiful ceiling instead.
“Like a respectful gentleman, you’re supposed to marry me now that you defiled me. Many times. So, so, so many times.” I continue in a calm, hushed voice. Don’t ask how I manage it, it’s a superpower when I’m anything but.
Well, it’s not really a superpower, it’s a way to mask the hurt that is about to come crushing down when Griffin leaves.
“I…we…well…” He stumbles over his words, and I decide to put him out of his misery.
“Relax, I’m just kidding,” I say and get up, pushing the sheet off my body in search of some clothes.
Where are all of my clothes? I’d settle on a sock at this point but there’s nothing in sight. And that’s when I notice all the articles thrown around the entrance. And the parted front door. Looks like we left that one open in our drunken haze.
“They look like ripe cherries and I loveeee cherries,” he tells me.
“Cherries…do they taste like cherries?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then find out.”
“That’s a great idea.” His lips wrap around my nipple…
Right…that’s how my crop top landed on the floor before we even entered.
The memory hit me suddenly and all too vividly. Along with the feel of his mouth on my breasts. His lips on my skin as he kissed up every inch of me.
That was real. All real…
With a resigned sigh and a realization that I’ll have to walk to my closet naked, I stand up and almost fall right back down. Oh God, I think he broke my vagina.
Yet…it feels so good. Even hours later, I remember exactly how that thick cock of his felt spearing me in two, thrusting deep. Hard. Relentless.
Of course, Griffin has a monster cock. Of course! And of course, it’d be my luck to remember every second of last night.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“To work.” I have no idea what time it is but based on the sunlight streaming through my windows I’d say Lia had to open the shop and serve the morning rush all by herself. Still refusing to look at him, I pad over to the closet.
Unfortunately, my apartment is small, and my closet is right next to my bed.
