Page 80 of Crash
“We can order delivery?” she offered, her voice coming out in a squeak, trying to placate her angry boyfriend.
Boyfriend? Is he my boyfriend?
“Fine. Only because we don’t have time to go to the store to get ingredients to make a proper meal,” he agreed begrudgingly.
“Okay,” Quynh sighed, relieved to have avoided his anger this time, though she knew next time she wouldn’t be so lucky.
He grabbed her hand and led her back into the bedroom. Quynh found her phone at the bottom of her bed. She snatched it up and looked up her favorite local Asian fusion restaurant, which offered a variety of Asian cuisine. It was expensive, but she was starving.
She put in her regular order and handed her phone to Griffin. While he figured out what he wanted to eat, she went to the bathroom to freshen up. Her hair was a tangled mess. She tried running a hairbrush through, but there was no use reviving the limp strands. She piled herhair high on top of her head and secured it in a messy bun.
Turning on the faucet, she washed her face, breathing in the calming aromas from her favorite foaming Korean facial cleanser as she washed traces of sleep away. She dried her face on a towel. Quynh debated for a quick second but decided it didn’t hurt to brush her teeth again, even though she knew they’d be eating food soon.
Who doesn’t want fresh breath?
Plus, it would be a miracle if they could keep their hands off each other before dinner arrived. The likelihood of that happening was slim to none. A pulse of excitement shot through her at the thought.
When she walked back out into the main living area, Griffin sat on her tiny couch. Pickles was curled up on his lap and purring contentedly as Griffin absentmindedly stroked the cat across its back. Pickles must have finished his meal and was now trying to steal her man's attention.
She huffed out an annoyed breath at being jealous of a cat getting Griffin’s attention.
“Where’s Rover?” Quynh asked as she settled into the seat next to Griffin.
“He’s at Sean’s house. I dropped him off on my way here.” Griffin didn’t take his eyes off the television, where he was scrolling through the options. She only subscribed to Netflix since she rarely spent time at home, nor did she enjoy watching television. She preferred to read, and hermassive stack of books, which she needed to read, sat on the opposite side of the couch.
She glanced nervously at the titles. She wondered if he would be mad if he knew what she liked to read. She knew some men were insecure when women read romance, like it affected or challenged their own masculinity when, in reality, romance novels were her happy place. The smut was a bonus she enjoyed. It was a refreshing and safe way to explore her sexuality with no pressure. She found with Griffin, it was easier to let him take control. She absolutely loved it when he dominated her in the bedroom.
Would he let me take control?
She had a feeling he would. Griffin didn’t seem to be the type of person to be emasculated by her desire to be in control. He’d never made a comment about her reading when she was staying at his apartment. Or when she was at his house.
Griffin picked out a show and set it on. He finally turned his full attention to her. Her body tingled with awareness at his hooded eyes. She knew what that look often led to, and her core pulsed with anticipation.
At her age, she never would have imagined she would still be interested in sex, but Griffin made her feel like a horny teenager for the first time in her life. She never felt this way about anyone else before.
Is it Griffin that made me feel this way?
“Whenwill the food get here?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Um…” She pulled out her phone and opened the app to show her order status. “The app says about forty-five minutes.” Quynh yelped as he picked her up and placed her in his lap. The movement dislodged Pickles from Griffin’s lap, who meowed angrily before stomping away.
Something hard pressed against her bottom. Her phone clattered to the floor as her hands came up to clutch his shoulders. Quynh fought the impulse to squirm against the hard ridge pressing against her bottom. His cock was hard, taunting her with how close it was to her already-soaked center.
Suddenly, she was breathless at the memory of how his cock felt. The way his hard length stretched her, filling her empty core and making her see stars with every thrust. It had been weeks since he’d been inside her. The throbbing ache between her thighs pulsed in a relentless rhythm, making her desperate to have him inside of her again. To be close to him again.
Gulping, she took in a shaky breath. Her hand came up to the back of his neck and played with the soft strands of his dark hair. It had gotten longer during their separation.
“This is new.” Her other hand gently rubbed against the bristles of his beard he’d let grow out.
“Hmmph.” She smiled at Griffin’s grunted response.
“I like it.”
“Don’t get used to it.” Even as he burrowed his face into her hand, his soft bristles tickled her palm, reminding her of Pickles.
“Why not?”
“It’s a pain in the ass,” he said as if it was obvious.
