Another smack. “You know that is not what I want to hear.”
I shout out my irritation and earn another smack, this time right across my pussy. That’s enough to make me beg if he wanted. “Please, Daddy, fuck me hard,” I pant out.
The bed creaks as he gets off of it, but before I can whine, he scoots me to the edge, but instead of having me lean over it, he folds me in half. My knees are up under my arms, my cheek is lying against the mattress, and my hips are still somewhat elevated. One of his hands is on my hip, and the other is on my shoulder. I’m completely at his mercy.
He’s not slow when he enters me again. This time, he slams inside, our hips bouncing off each other. He lets go of my shoulder for a moment to stroke down my back, before once again grabbing my shoulder and using his hold to pull me down every time he thrusts into my pussy.
“You feel so good. What a good whore you are for me. Letting me fuck you as hard as I want. Letting me fill you with my cum so I can watch your belly grow with my babies. It makes me so hard knowing there’s some of me growing inside of you right now.”
I didn’t know a breeding kink existed until I got pregnant with Parker. Now Griffin is obsessed with coming inside of me. Which is how we will end up with another baby, a little over a year before the birth of our first. I wonder if it’s contagious,though, because knowing that he’s fantasizing about knocking me up turns me on.
The bed starts creaking against the floor with the strength of his thrusts, and we’re both vocalizing our pleasure without concern. We may have to tone it down when Parker becomes more aware, or at least soundproof our room.
I scream as the pleasure becomes too much and come violently around his cock.
“Fuck, you have the tightest pussy.” He buries himself inside of me one more time, and I can feel his cock twitch as the hot jets of his release fill me. “Your cunt is my idea of heaven.”
Griffin collapses next to me, and for a moment, we just breathe in sync. His hand slides under mine, and we lace our fingers together. This is what I’ve been wanting all day. To feel like we’re one. I’d like to live in this moment with him forever, but there’s only so long we can hold back reality.
Despite that, we enjoy the stillness of this moment. Parker is asleep, and there’s no one demanding a piece of our time. We lay in silence as our breathing returns to normal. It starts off comfortable, but the longer neither of us speaks, the more reality starts to creep back in.
With it comes the distance that I’ve been trying to cover all day. It seems to yawn and shrink from moment to moment. Griffin sighs, and I know that we’re going to have to address the reason that we have both been desperate to feel the connection between us today.
“Liam called this afternoon. He wants us to come to dinner tomorrow night. He wants us to meet Claudia.”
“We already met her at the party a few weeks ago.” The party where Liam threw out an apology like it would fix everything, and we established this weird truce where we act like friends, or worse, like family. Griffin bought it at first, but it’s been more than clear that all is not as well as we let on, at least not for me.
See, that’s the other reason we have been tearing each other’s clothes off several times a day. We came together this way, and I think we’re desperate to hold on to that connection when it feels like the world is determined to unravel it.
Chapter Ten
Griffin - Present
Early two thousand’srock blasts over the speakers in the garage. It’s pushing seven p.m. when the sound of a hood slamming interrupts the piercing wail of the guitar solo in Audio Slave’s “Be Yourself.”
Charlie walks around in circles while he stretches his arms across his body. “When does Liam come home from rehab? We can’t keep going like this, Griff. It’s not ten years ago. Hell, even then, we were pushing middle age. If he ends up staying another thirty days, my body isn’t going to make it.”
The last time Liam went to rehab, he ended up staying a full ninety days, but this time he didn’t spend the first thirty days coming to terms with the fact that he’s an addict.
“His sixty days are almost up, and he’s not extending another thirty days. But we can take on a part-time employee to helplighten the load. I’m not sure Liam will be ready to jump right into everything again anyway.”
“What is he coming home to?” Charlie asks. He wipes the grease from his hands and throws the rag into the laundry bin. “His family is still gone, he’s still going to be in pain, so what is going to keep him sober?”
“It isn’t Claudia’s job to keep him sober. And she couldn’t do it even if she were here watching over him like a hawk. If Liam wants to pop pills or drink, that’s what he’s going to do, trust me.” We both jump at hearing Wren’s voice coming from her open office door.
She holds up her laptop. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I forgot my computer on my desk because Parker had her first soccer practice today. But then I remembered some bills I needed to take care of for the cafe.”
Her head tips back, and she closes her eyes. It’s a tell that she forgot something else. I know better than to chuckle. Mommy brain is a real thing. With Elisa still in diapers, Wren is likely to be forgetting things for a bit longer.
“I have the computer, but I left my keys on my desk. Someone should probably go check on Claudia, though.” Wren turns to go back into her office, then stops and looks over her shoulder. “It can’t be me, and not just because Bess is watching our kids. Claudia and I agreed a long time ago not to talk about Liam.”
Charlie and I wait a few minutes for her to gather up all of her things and head home before we continue our discussion.
When the sound of her SUV rumbles out front, Charlie turns to me. “Two things. First, we are very unobservant. How the hell did she come back in here, and neither of us noticed?”
I shrug. With the stereo blaring and both of us using impact wrenches, it’s unlikely we’d have heard anything even if we weren’t both in our fifties. Charlie had his head under the hoodof a fifty-thousand-dollar truck while I was under it for most of the day because some idiot with more money than sense thought it was a good gift to give their recent high school graduate. I guess it’s good they made it through most of the school year before they managed to blow the shocks, break the drive train, and cause general fuckery in the engine.
I jerk my thumb over my shoulder at the truck. I don’t need to tell him anything else. We’re both trying to work out kinks and spasms we know won’t go away without Advil and a heavy application of Ben-Gay.
