Page 49 of Midnight Hunt
A scream built in my head, one that threatened to explode from me. Sable’s eagerness brought to mind Reid’s final words to me, which only served to arouse me more.
“It always felt like you were his.”
His.
Griff’s.
But I wasn’t his. I’d ended things between us last year for a reason.
Before I could remind myself of that reason, Griff added, “This doesn’t have to affect our friendship. I just want to help you sleep.”
Oh, God. I practically melted at his words, remembering all too well that he’d said something similar after he’d taken my virginity seven years ago.
“We’re family. That will never change.”
He just wanted to help me. Help. And I desperately.Desperately. Needed it.
At the thought of him touching me in that way, a way I hadn’t felt in so long, my mind emptied. Common sense fled me, and I nodded.
The second I did, a sound vibrated his chest. A growl. At how possessive it sounded, more arousal spiked through me. His arm around my middle lifted, and he flattened his hand over my stomach. As he splayed his fingers wide to span the entire length, my stomach went crazy with butterflies.
A breath stuttered out of me, and I curled my hands into fists.
Encouraged by my reaction, he slid his hand lower, making the butterflies flip and twirl until I thought I would be sick.
Friends. Childhood friends, I reminded myself as his fingers slipped inside my panties.Good friends.Reallygood friends. But we were just—
My lips parted in a silent moan as one of his fingers slid between my folds and found my aching clit. He pressed down, and I saw stars, my eyes rolling shut as bliss lit up my core. He started to rub my clit in tight circles, working it in a way that had me arching against him with a breathy gasp. His arm under my head bent and crossed over my chest, allowing him to slide a hand inside my bra and cup my breast.
I gasped again, placing my hand over his as he kneaded the sensitive flesh and coaxed the nipple to harden. When it peaked, he rolled it between his fingers and squeezed, making me see more stars.
“Griff,” I whimpered and reached down with my other hand to guide his movements, urging him to go faster.
“I know how to pleasure you, Violet Jane,” he breathed against my neck, nuzzling the spot that met my shoulder. “Let me do it.”
I quivered in his arms, wholly turned on by his gentle dominance, not to mention his confidence. Hedidknow how to pleasure me. That wasn’t arrogance speaking. He’d always been an extremely attentive male, especially when it came to my pleasure, as if learning how to make my body sing was a passion project of his.
He slid his finger farther down and found my arousal, thoroughly coating the tip before pulling back up to rub my clit some more. At the added wetness, euphoria rushed through me, and I jerked against him with a groan. The action drove my backside against his erection, and he emitted a groan of his own, briefly pausing to press me hard against him.
The pressure of his entire hand against my core nearly made me come, and I stiffened all over. Sensing how close I was, Griff started to rub me again, this time at the pace I’d been hoping for. Struggling to breathe, I gripped both of his hands and trembled through the pleasurable onslaught, trying my best to keep silent. As I felt my orgasm begin to build, though, tiny breathless whimpers escaped my lips.
Griff rocked against me, his own breaths growing ragged. I felt his cock swell and knew that my pleasure was fueling his as it always had in the past. I didn’t even have to touch him—my pleasure alone got him off. More than pleased that his body still responded to mine in this way, I shuddered through the pleasure a few seconds more, then let it consume me.
Biting my lip to muffle my scream, I came against his fingers, losing myself to the sea of ecstasy. As I did, he jerked against me with a guttural groan, spilling his release inside his briefs. I rode the high for several long blissful moments, allowing Griff to keep his hands where they were. He cradled me to him, his ragged breaths keeping time with mine.
When we finally came down, I was nothing but contentment in his arms. Sable purred within me, relaxed and calm in a way she hadn’t been in a long time. Feeling a sense of peace settle over me, I easily drifted off to sleep.
16
VIOLET
Griff and I stayed tucked away in our little cave longer than planned, loath to leave our warm cocoon. But when the rain stopped and the sky lightened to a slate gray, we forced our bodies into motion once more.
As we dressed, neither of us spoke about what had happened between us. We were both thinking about it, though. I could tell by the way Griff kept looking at me. Not directly, but when he thought I wouldn’t notice. I knew he wanted to talk about it, but I had nothing to say. Nothing good, anyway.
I’d slipped up. End of story.
Yeah, it had felt good.Morethan good. Truthfully, I’d desperately missed being intimate with him. He always managed to make each moment feel like the first time, pouring every single ounce of his attention intome. That kind of attention was addicting. It made a girl feel desired. Special.
