Page 23 of Cakewalk
“God, Jade,” he whispered, and his voice sounded weak, completely at my mercy, as if he wasn’t the one on top, so much bigger and stronger than me.
He thrust, entering deeper, and my mouth opened in a silent gasp. The length of him never seemed to end until he was finally fully rooted inside me. He pulled out slowly, and I felt the cold air against my bare pussy before he thrust in again. I bit back a cry and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in, needing him to fill me entirely.
He somehow kept it slow for a minute more before his will power ran out and he lifted, grabbing my legs and positioning them over his shoulders. Then he was over me again, my knees pressed firmly against my breasts as this new position let him get deeper inside me than ever before.
His thrusts were primal, hard, fast, the slapping of his hips against mine a noise complaint waiting to happen. There was no denying the strength of those muscles I saw this morning, and he did as I had told him. He didn’t stop, didn’t hold back, kept pushing how hard he could go before I told him enough was enough, and I didn’t. And by God, did he fuck those five years of isolation out of his system.
Poor, neglected Griffin.
Deep inside, my muscles clamped around him, and as another climax overtook my body, he gave one last thrust and breathed raggedly against my ear as he pulsed inside me.
We laid there, completely spent, no sense of time or place, just two warm bodies held close. Finally, he pulled out and away, handed me my underwear, then turned to take care of himself. I sat up, pulled my dress down and my underwear back on, then finally had the sense to glance around and see if anyone had witnessed us. The place was as dead as ever.
He stood and offered me his hand. I took it, and he pulled me up in such a gentlemanly way, I almost forgot how primal he was just minutes before.
Almost.
“I’ll take you home,” he said.
* * *
It was a short,slow ride on Griffin’s Harley. I clung my arms around his torso like a helpless baby sloth, wearing his helmet as he went without. I was glad it was dark, as my dress was hiked up so high that my underwear was exposed. He never went faster than fifteen miles an hour, yet still I was rattled.
It also didn’t help that the vibration of the engine went right through the seat and into my most sensitive parts. It was torture—sweet torture.
“This it?” he asked after a minute of following my vague pointing, stopping by the driveway that had a mailbox with an iguana painted along it.
“Yeah,” I said, swinging a leg around to get off and straightening my short dress. He lowered the kickstand and accompanied me down the short path to the front door. “It’s not my house, so…” I started.
“Of course,” he nodded politely. “I didn’t expect to come in. I just wanted to make sure you’re all right. I didn’t…?”
“No. It…”It blew my damn mind.“It was great, Griffin.” And nobody could ever,everknow about it. “You should skedaddle. Before the neighbors…”
He spared me having to explain. “Right. Gossipy small town. Forbidden liaison. I know.” He stepped back. “If you ever want to do this again…”
“And if you do too,” I responded.
He brushed a hand against my cheek and returned to his Harley. I watched as he rolled it down the street, only hitting the gas once he was past the sleepy neighborhood.
I wondered if that brush against my cheek would have been a kiss instead, had we not agreed to the whole friends-with-benefits thing.
But I knew now more than ever that us being together would be the scandal of the century, at least to my sister and family. He had a criminal record, having committed the type of white collar crime that would make the locals want to tear at him like the corrupt, rich asshole they were convinced he was.
And I guess I was a fool to think differently. Was it enough that he did his time, and that he really believed he could help the town grow and prosper? Did he actually intend to help, or was this another scheme like whatever had landed him in jail?
I closed the front door behind me as I tried not to answer those questions and focused instead on the tenderness he showed me. And the fact that he admitted to his crimes, before the sexual point of no return. He was conscientious enough, at least, to be honest with me about his past wrongdoings.
This so clearly had to be a temporary thing, but I’d enjoy it while I could.
Lord knows it couldn’t last for long.
Chapter 9
Griffin
The temporary traileroffice left much to be desired. Internet, for one. I set my phone up as a mobile hotspot, but the reception out here wasn’t much better. I had directed Ariana, my remote assistant, to begin talks with the local cable provider to get some service out here, but negotiations weren’t really moving along. Even though money was no concern to me after my dad’s payoff, the company seemed to be dragging their feet on the matter.
At least the contracting company I had hired was from the town over, so they didn’t really have a vendetta against me, but I was going to have a hell of a time if this was the kind of cooperation I could expect from the local utility companies.
