The Wolf’s Pretend Bride: Enemies to Lovers Shifter Romance, page 7
Even if he was older than me, and if I had no business treading such dangerous territory with him, I was too curious to let it go.
“So, what do you say?” Griffin asked, voice low and sultry. From the teasing grin on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “Is that something you could get behind?”
We were so close that it wouldn’t take much to get what I suddenly craved. The magnetism between us was so strong I didn’t have the self-restraint to keep myself from succumbing to it.
Aware that no words could properly convey what I was thinking or feeling, I leaned in and cut the space between us.
My lips were on his in a blink, and feeling that familiar sensation was like coming home at last. I never thought Griffin would ever give me that impression before.
Griffin relaxed into the embrace and moved his mouth with mine, encouraging it. His arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me even closer. Completely surrounded by him, I had no complaints.
As our lips melded together so perfectly, it didn’t take much for me to forget all about his grumpy and annoying tendencies.
At that moment, I could only think about him, and how perfectly I fit in his arms.
Chapter 10 - Sara
Griffin was everywhere at once, yet I still couldn’t get enough of him.
It was like being on cloud nine, where I could be as greedy as I wanted, and he was just as willing.
As our lips moved expertly together, I knew I had never felt such an intense spark with anyone else. It happened so naturally and fluidly that I didn’t have the chance to overthink it.
His hands explored up and down my back, then his hold on me tightened as he pulled me onto his lap. The immediate contact between our bodies made us both sigh into the heated exchange.
Fleeting pleasure rippled through me, and I wanted nothing more than to feel it again. Like a chant in my mind, I could only think of him and how dangerously addicting his lips tasted.
Straddling his lap, the pleasant fog in my head brought with it enough confidence to feel empowered by it. His big hands dropped to my hips as he squeezed, eliciting a breathless moan from me.
He groaned into the kiss at that and pulled me impossibly close. He wasn’t shy about letting his hands take in as much of me as they wanted, and they left searing heat in their wake.
I ran my fingers through his dark locks and soaked in how soft his hair felt. Pulling lightly at the ends, Griffin’s hands tightened their hold around my hips, and our bodies ground together.
We both faltered at the sudden bliss, losing control of our movements. I was hot all over and silently pleading for more of his touch like I’d never get the chance again.
I had never felt so desperate for anyone before, but it didn’t stop me from soaking in just how good it all felt.
If I hadn’t been so greedy to experience more of him, I would’ve been satisfied with just kissing him. There was something about his lips that had me pining for him—begging for the moment to be prolonged.
But I was the one who reached for the hem of his shirt and tried to peel it off him. Griffin chuckled at my eagerness and helped me the rest of the way, allowing me the chance to take in just how incredible his physique was.
Even if I had seen him with his shirt off before while he cut the lawn or tinkered outside his house, I had never been so intimately close to those shredded muscles. I couldn’t look away from his perfectly sculpted abdomen, or from his strong chest that moved with every breath.
As far as I could tell, he was incredible. Top to bottom, no part of him couldn’t be put on display somewhere.
His finger tapped beneath my chin to capture my attention when he caught me staring, and a nonchalant smile graced his lips. “Your turn.”
Without needing to be told twice, I lifted the hem of my cropped top and let it drop to the floor. The thought of being so close to him and straddling his waist when I had nothing more than a bra and a skirt on sent a rush of excitement through me.
Griffin marveled at me for a moment before he pulled me back in for a searing kiss. I could hardly breathe through it, but I didn’t care. My heart raced, yet all I wanted was more of him. More of that enticing body.
His hands slipped up my back and found their way to my bra clasp, where his dextrous fingers undid it smoothly. My bra straps went slack as he pulled the material down. I moved it out of the way in a hurry, catching my breath as he broke the kiss.
Griffin mumbled a curse under his breath as he cupped my breasts, taking one in his mouth. He flicked his tongue against my nipple, making me arch my back instinctively. I gasped at the feeling, suddenly very aware of how little fabric was between our cores.
Subconsciously, I wriggled my hips in his lap, silently pleading for some friction.
He groaned against my skin at that, gripping my hips to encourage me further. Finished with his ministrations, he pressed quick, sloppy kisses up my chest and against my neck.
Closing my eyes, I tipped my head back and soaked in that bliss, completely overcome by how amazing it felt. The undivided attention on my body had me melting beneath his touch.
Griffin pulled me into him, using his strong arms to hold me close. The slight friction between our bodies made my mind short-circuit, and I could only think about getting what I wanted.
“You’re too much,” he mumbled, finding his way back to my lips. The rasp in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. “But I’ve been secretly thinking about this for a while.”
Letting a tantalizing smile crack across my lips, I kept them so near to his, that they almost touched. “Is it bad that I have too?”
“Bad? No. Wicked? Yes,” he hummed, spreading his legs apart to make mine do the same. That sudden rush of cool air in between my thighs elicited more excitement from me, and I knew the evidence would be plain as day.
His hand slipped between us as it dragged across my upper thigh and crept closer to where I wanted him. Each passing second made my impatience grow, and I couldn’t think about anything else. I needed that friction. The attention and care I hoped he would offer me.
When his finger brushed against my panties, I squirmed.
A smirk settled on his lips as he gently gripped my chin with his other hand. “Don’t move.”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. Even if I wanted nothing more than to jump his bones and reach that high, I did as I was told.
He applied more pressure to my clit, slowly moving that finger back and forth. Pleasure flickered through my body, making me sink further into that touch. Goosebumps arose from my skin, and I was fully prepared to give in to him.
Whimpers fell from my lips as he made those addictive circles against my core. When I wriggled my hips slightly for more friction, he chuckled again.
“You’re so needy,” he whispered against my lips. “Who would I be to ignore that?”
With agonizing care, Griffin hooked a finger into my panties and moved them aside to leave enough room for him. The brush of his skin against my center made me shiver.
The pad of his finger ran the length of me, and I moaned at the sensation. There was no resistance as he explored, stopping at my clit to rub it gently.
I felt his devious smile against my lips. “All this for me?”
Even if it felt pathetic to put up no opposition to his clear dominance over me, I didn’t care. I just wanted everything at once, and I wanted to feel good. Nothing else mattered except for the promise of pleasure.
I nodded, starving for more of his touch. “Y-yes.”
Griffin hummed in appeasement. “That’s what I like to hear.”
To my relief, he slipped a finger inside me and slowly pumped it, sending that bliss through me in tidal waves.
There was no holding back my moans, not while he had the perfect command of my body. When I started grinding against his hand, he inserted another finger.
I felt delirious from my place, gripping his shoulders for support. Our lips were so close, and yet, all I could do was pant against his. The combination of his fingers inside me, along with his palm brushing against my clit was enough to make my head feel woozy.
Griffin seemed to perk up at my moans, surely realizing just how much pleasure he was feeding me. As he picked up his speed, I could hardly think. The only thing on my mind was him, along with the current of excitement coursing through me.
It was unfathomable how he was capable of making me so desperate for more of him that I was willing to throw everything else away. How his touch was enough to spark me back to life. That exhilaration and intrigue I felt seemed so unique to him, and I knew I had never felt that way from anyone else. It was effortless.
As that pleasure mounted, I had had enough. I needed him. I needed more of him.
Reaching for the button of his jeans, I fumbled it before popping it open. Griffin’s brows lifted in subtle surprise, but he eased up on his movements and helped me pull them off.
Like a mutual understanding clicked for us, that desperation set in, and there was no turning back.
We rushed to get his bottoms off, tossing them to the side without care. My skirt was next, along with his boxers, but he had no patience left for my panties.
He yanked them apart with his bare hands, and I didn’t have the mind to protest. Instead, I lifted my hips as I returned to his lap, and what was left of the shredded underwear fell away.
His hands gripped my hips hard as he pulled me into him, not wasting another minute. His lips captured mine, drawing out that intensity between us. My head filled with a pleasant fog, barely registering as Griffin pulled out a condom he likely fished from his jeans before they were tossed.
After a moment of feverish kissing, I felt him prodding against my entrance, and a shiver ran down my spine. Glancing down, I managed to see just how big he was, and my heart faltered. There was no way.
But he began slowly, bringing me down onto him.
We both inhaled sharply at the initial insertion and took the chance to breathe through the overwhelming sensation. He groaned into my neck as I went further and further, taking more of him.
I even surprised myself, but that small victory simmered away the moment he bottomed out, and I felt so full of him. So perfectly consumed by him.
Moans tumbled from my mouth the moment he gripped my ass and slowly moved me up and down his length. My walls hugged his girth so perfectly, that I couldn’t do anything but hold him for dear life.
Griffin tried to bite back his groans, but the occasional sound of appeasement slipped, and he moaned into the kiss.
Our lips broke apart the moment I needed air, and I tipped my head back, stunned by that incredible pleasure. Griffin gripped my breasts as I started rocking my hips, taking control for the first time.
He seemed surprised by the initiative but didn’t protest. Instead, he let go of my hips with one hand and leaned into the couch. His eyes scanned my body like he was starving, eyes glittering with interest.
Seeing how willingly he gave up that control, along with how satisfied he looked to see me like that, gave me the courage I needed.
Bouncing on him with my hands resting on his thighs, I kept my gaze on him, even if it felt nearly impossible to keep my eyes open. Pleasure surged between us, and while he maintained enough of his composure, I caught his mask slip.
Griffin dropped his head back and continued to vaguely guide me with his other hand against my hip. Each time I was nearly full of him, he’d push me down harder, eliciting those sinful moans from us both.
A building tension made me eager to be close to him, and I reached forward to grip the couch cushion behind his head. With our lips an inch apart, I rode him as fast as I could, ready to see just how quickly he’d give in.
With that speed came the tightening coil within me, thanks to each swell of pleasure that coursed through me.
Our sounds mingled together in the living room, which seemed to grow stickier with every minute that went by. I basked in how seductive he sounded. How he let go and allowed himself to feel every moment of it.
After a particularly deep thrust, Griffin groaned against my mouth and gripped my hips with both hands. Like a switch had been flipped, he regained control of the situation and thrusted into me like he would have the chance to again.
My arms wounded their way around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. He fed me that raw, blinding pleasure, and I didn’t know how much more I could take.
While his hips were eager and unrelenting, his hold on me was gentle enough to make me feel safe in his arms. Like we were in it together, both searching for the relief we wanted.
The moment everything came to a head, I squeezed my eyes shut from the blinding release that ripped through my body. It slammed into me, forcing me to grip him and take in that pure ecstasy.
Griffin kept thrusting through my release, growing sloppier with his movements. His palms flattened against my back as he held me close, burying his face in my shoulder. He tensed as he choked back a moan, hips stuttering as he hit his own high.
At once, we were both cloaked by that relief, left to hold one another, and try to pick up the pieces.
Completely fulfilled and exhausted from the exhaustion of it, it was nearly impossible to keep my eyes open. I could barely register as he pulled out and carefully lifted me from the couch. The rest was a content blur.
At one point or another, I felt the bed beneath me, along with the blankets being draped over top of me. Not long after, the warmth of him pressed against my back, and that immediate comfort surrounded me.
Only one thought stayed with me as I went in and out of consciousness.
I had sex with Griffin West.
Chapter 11 - Griffin
While the house was fairly similar to my own, waking up in Sara’s bed was disorienting.
Seeing her all nestled in the blankets on the other side of the mattress immediately reminded me of what occurred the night before. The Roadbar, coming to an agreement to fool my parents and her ex, and landing myself in her bed.
There was no denying how intense and incredible it had been. Even my wildest imagination could never create something as satisfying as what went down between us, but at the same time, I never intended to take our arrangement so literally.
It felt good to at least begin making amends with her, but it seemed my convictions hadn’t been strong enough to resist her.
I didn’t want to take advantage of Sara, and I never planned to. I certainly hoped she didn’t think that was what occurred.
Even if we had both been satisfied by the end of it, that guilt returned to me all over again. The thought of her waking up and having to confront what had happened filled me with a sense of dread that urged me out of bed.
A part of me wanted to stay and savor the warmth she exuded, but I remembered how many projects were mounting at work, and I knew it would be a good distraction for me.
Before leaving the bedroom, I took one last look at Sara while she slept peacefully, and I couldn’t help but think about how incredible our night together had been. While surprising, it was a mutual release I think we both needed.
My clothes were strewn about on the living room floor, but it didn’t take long to collect and put everything back on. I wasn’t usually a fan of re-wearing dirty clothes, but I needed something until I reached my house at the very least.
I found a pen and a notepad in the kitchen, and I quickly scribbled a note. Even if I was leaving, I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t considering her feelings at all. While everything seemed a lot more complicated than it previously had been, I cared enough to give her a heads-up.
Once I had my things and the note was written, I let go of a deep breath and made my way out of the house.
I knew it was a cowardly move to up and leave before she was even awake, but it felt like the best option at that moment. I had already made things awkward by overstepping with the arrangement but sleeping with her only amplified that.
Saving us both from that initial embarrassment felt like the right thing to do.
The drive to Donovan’s garage was short but effective at clearing my head enough to keep me sane. Even if things had escalated between me and Sara, I told myself I didn’t need to dwell on it.
But as I got started and tried to push past it, she was all I could think about.
Her body was so perfect, and she responded to my touch in such a sinful way. Her enthusiasm got me going like she knew exactly what I liked.
I had had my fair share of partners in the past, but none of them felt like she did. Everything about our time together was electrifying, and I had a deep craving to return to that. To see her again and have her near me.
Part of me was afraid she wouldn’t want to see me again despite it, and I felt surprisingly upset by that idea, which was unlike me. I wasn’t one to chase any woman before, since that usually expended more time and energy than I was willing to give.
I had felt obvious attraction and lust before, but never to that degree. The rush of overwhelming feeling that came with being wrapped up in Sara was something entirely different, and it was completely addicting.
As I tinkered around the garage and tried to bury my thoughts in work, the urge to see her again pulsed from within my chest. No matter how hard I tried, it was impossible to ignore.
By the time I decided to take a break, my head was overwhelmed with thoughts of only her. Like a voice echoing in the back of my mind, she was just there. Ever-present and refusing to let me think about anything else.
Reaching for my phone, I signed into our community app and scrolled through my list of neighbors. It was a way for us to contact one another in case of emergencies, and while my desire to see Sara was by no means an emergency, my thumb hovered over her name regardless.
Her number was listed right there below her name. It would be so easy to send her a text and strike up a conversation.
