Griff reluctantly pulls out of me, grabbing my hand and leading us back upstairs to his bedroom to clean up.
I’ve barely hit the sheets before his erection presses against me. “How are you already hard?” I chuckle.
“I always want you,” he answers.
“There’s the insatiable man I know.”
“We’ve got a lot of time apart to make up for, Sunshine.”
And that he did. I had several more orgasms last night before I finally passed out. I’ve never been so gloriously sore from sex. But I’ve also never gone five rounds in one night.
My legs scream at me as I move to get out of bed. I groan loud enough for Griff to hear.
He shifts in bed and gives me a devilish smile. “Sore this morning, Sunshine?”
“Ugh, yes.”
Griff sits up, and the sheet falls to his waist. Seeing the corded muscles of his back flex as he stretches turns me on so much I groan again.
“I’ll run you a bath, Mama.”
A few moments later, Griff returns from the ensuite with a bottle of massage oil.
“Let me give you a massage while the bath runs.”
“Pinch me. I think I’m still dreaming.”
He chuckles. “If I pinch your nipples, will you know this is real life?”
“Let’s not start something I may not be able to finish. I’m pretty sore.”
He turns me over and places a kiss along each vertebra of my spine before he pours some oil into his hands and begins to work my muscles.
I’m not sure how long he massaged my body—I must’ve dozed off, because when I wake back up, he’s finishing kneading the arch of my left foot.
Griff grabs the book I’ve been reading from my nightstand and hands it to me before nodding toward the bathroom. “The bath is ready. Go read for a bit and relax. I’ll go wake our Little Ray up for breakfast. Oh, and Sunshine, make sure to use the red tabs in your book for anything you want me to reference later.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.
And just like that, Griff has turned my world upside down. Or maybe it’s finally right-side up. Being with him again feels like finally coming home.
32
March
It’s the morning of Cadence’s second birthday party, and I’m just finishing setting up the balloon arch Kenna made for the entryway. Kenna chose to do a Born Two Be Wild theme, so we’ve got wildflowers and pictures of different wild animals all over the main floor.
I’ve just popped a balloon and curse under my breath in frustration when I hear Kenna ask, “Griffin, why did my brother just ask me if Cadence was going to wear his jersey or yours to the Wolverine games next season?”
Shit, I wanted to be the first to tell her. Good going, Carse.
With my back still to her, I try to make light of the situation. “Because in his heart of hearts, he knows the answer to that question. Without a doubt, Cadence will be wearing a Turner jersey all next season.”
Kenna scoffs. “Well, of course, she can wear your jersey when you play against Carse, but I don’t really understand why she can’t wear Carson’s jersey when she goes to his other games.”
I slowly turn to face her. “If all goes well with my knee, I’m hoping every game Carson plays next season will be with me as his teammate, so she won’t have any opportunities to wear his.”
Kenna’s forehead wrinkles in confusion—it’s endearing, and I love it. “I’m sorry, did you just say as his teammate?”
I chuckle. “Yes, Sunshine. I’m back home in Minnesota for good.”
