Page 104 of Bitter Lies

Chapter Thirty-One

What’s the definition of insanity again?

Alight tap at the door wakes me, and flipping open my eyes, I listen as Griffin opens it, staring blindly out the french doors at the sparkling lake beyond as the sounds of people already gearing up to party filters in the open doors.

“What?”

“Griff, baby—”

“Not now,” he says and presumably closes the door in her face.

Wincing because that could just as easily be me, I shuffle around for my clothes as he joins me back on the bed and pulls me into his erection. “Where are you going?”

“Giving you space,” I mumble.

“I don’t want space,” he growls, pushing me to my stomach and spreading my legs. “I’m gonna fuck you, sweet.”

My heart sputters when he pauses, giving me a chance to respond. Opening my legs wider, I drop my head to the bed and sigh as he fucks me so good, I come twice.

∞∞∞

“Get up,” he says a while later as I doze, completely relaxed.

“What?” I mumble, burrowing into my pillow.

Pulling the covers back, he slaps my ass. “Let’s go down to the water.”

“Griff!” I jump and turn to him, watching the playful smile fade from his lips. Fuck. With a mental sigh, I drop my head to the pillow. What am I doing? What is he doing?

This is madness, and my heart is confused and hopeful, which is a horrible combination with him being my first love. If he’s playing with me, I may break, and what then?

I don’t even know.

“Up,” Griffin says, stalking away, and I stare after him, admiring his beautiful naked ass. Yum.

Once he’s in the bathroom, I roll out of bed and escape to my room, dressing in a bikini and shorts, just in time for Griffin to appear and stare at my boobs heatedly. His eyes flash, his mouth curling up at the edges before he blanks and he steps back, grabbing my hand.

“C’mon,” he says in a low tone, and I wonder at his thoughts as he pulls me down the stairs and outside to the water.

Down by the dock, he gives me a playful smirk, his devilish demeanor back in place as he mounts the Jet Ski and motions me toward the back. With a little thrill, I slide on behind him and squeal, holding on tight as he takes off with a rowdy laugh.

The sound makes my heart clench in my chest before galloping away because I haven’t been exposed to light-hearted, happy Griffin in so long, and I crave this from him.

Griffin speeds crazily around the others while I grip him tightly, my hair flying behind me, before he takes a sharp corner that sends us into the water, and I come up laughing as he grabs me up in his arms and growls.

As I glance at him from below my lashes, my head spins at his playful demeanor, caught between him and the lies resting on my tongue, but he kisses the thought away and pulls me back on the Jet Ski, racing away once more.

We do this for hours before we end up in the water for the millionth time, and shivering from the chill, I sigh into his warmth as he pulls me into his arms and palms my ass.

“Cold, sweetheart?” he rumbles.

Nodding against his chest, I gasp when he lifts me in his arms and runs his erection over my core, saying with a heated smirk, “Shall I warm you up?”

Glancing around, I see no one nearby and wonder if we tipped from the Jet Ski by design before he pulls me back to the present by arching into me once more. Looking at him from below my lashes, I marvel at his beauty, his eyes gleaming with desire, and nod my head, pleased when his nostrils flare.

“Mm, shall I eat your pussy? Or fuck you hard?” he growls.

“Griff,” I moan, arching against him as I pulse at his naughty words.

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