Page 55 of Cakewalk
He let the facade slip, and looked choked up as he glanced at the setting sun. “The people here can be nice—when they want to be.”
I laughed, and couldn’t think of a fairer assessment of Calhoon. Griffin watched my face, and it was as if he was looking at me for the first time, a new adoration present in his eyes.
“Let’s get back to the apartment. We need to make up for lost time.”
“Oh?”
“The twenty-eight years I never knew you. The five years I spent in isolation. The almost two months we separated. The week we’ve been planning our comeback. Don’t you think we’ve waited enough? Deprived ourselves enough of each other?”
My heart pounded. This was it: the return to our relationship that I both wanted more than anything, but worried might break me if it ended again.
“Nobody’s stopping us now,” he said against my ear. “And even if they tried, I’m not letting anything come between us again. That’s a promise, and you know I mean what I say.”
He’d more than proven that. He was going to buy the whole damn town to ensure it. “All right,” I whispered, my breath shaky against his neck. “We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”
He took my hand, and we made our way back to the apartment.
Chapter 21
Griffin
As soon aswe crossed the threshold into the apartment, I swept Jade into my arms and carried her toward the bed. She yelped at first, then giggled at herself for making such a noise, then grew suddenly quiet as she realized my plans for her.
I paused, squeezing the supple flesh on both sides of her hips. “Too fast?” I asked, prepared to hold off despite the hard-on raging against my pants.
“No,” she said softly. I set her down on the bed, waiting for any elaboration. “I just can’t believe it,” she continued, her voice tight. “Can’t believe that I have you now.”
I lowered to kiss her lips, lips I’ve been wanting to devour since she showed up in my life again. But it wasn’t enough. I had to have more, had to taste more of her.
I was down between her legs before I knew it, pulling down her tight pants, the smell of her arousal reaching my nose and begging me to have her. I pulled down her panties, needing to get my tongue inside her. I breathed her in once more, then plunged my tongue inside, eating her out like a starved man.
She writhed, her legs crossing over my neck, pulling me in. After a time, I pulled away for air, this time turning my attention to her clit. In moments she was shuddering against me, crying out my name, until finally her legs released me. I crawled up the bed, unbuttoning her shirt as I made my way up. I stopped on the last button below her collarbone when I noticed something behind her.
“Err…”
“What?”
“We have an audience.”
Jade followed my gaze up to the pillows, and we both stared at Patches as he sat before us, a handful of kibble on his fat belly. He grabbed one kibble and popped it in his mouth, chewing noisily as he continued spectating.
“Go on,” I said, shooing him off. He remained seated, eating another kibble, like he was enjoying popcorn at a movie. I frowned. “Seriously? Don’t make me call animal control.”
Jade gasped. “Aw, that’s mean!” Then she reached up and tugged Patches’s tail, saying, “Quick. He doesn’t make idle threats!”
That seemed to work, as Patches scratched his ass, then rolled over, lumbering off the mattress.
“Where were we?” I said, then I saw the last remaining button struggling to hold Jade’s shirt closed. “Ah, yes.” I popped it open and grinned to see she was wearing one of those bras that unclasped from the front. “Easy access. I like it.”
She frowned at me, the expression cute on her face. “This is getting less sexy by the second.”
I unclasped her bra, mumbling, “Oh yeah?” before I took a nipple into my mouth. She breathed in sharply then, her hands running through my hair with abandon. I kneaded her and sucked her until she was primed for more, whining sounds begging me to go further.
I pulled away, reaching into the bedside drawer for a condom. Jade grabbed it out of my hand before I could do anything, ripping the package open herself as she said, “Strip for me, big boy.”
Surprised, I suppressed a smile and instead tried to put on a sultry stare as I pulled at the rim of my shirt, lifting it up and over me. Her eyes danced around my tattoos, which she had always seemed so fascinated by. She ran a hand down my left bicep, focusing on the black cat of thieves. “Mittens missed you,” I teased, and she put a finger to my lips.
“There’s something I missed more.” She pulled my arm, making me lie on my back as she tugged at my briefs, unleashing my cock into the air. Her eyes ran up and down the length of it, then she repeated the motion, this time with her tongue. My hands grasped at the pillows as she paid special attention to my tip, taking it into her mouth and sucking.
