Chapter 21
Wade
I couldn’t decide if it was just me or ifhe’d suddenly started to smell so much better, but I didn’t care as I took inanother long breath of his intoxicating scent. Tristan’s smell had never mademe hungry for him, so I’d assumed it’d been something about Matthew that hadjust been so good.
There was clearly more to it than that.
Griffin’s wandering hand was making it hardto think as he trailed his fingers over my ass, but thankfully, he was the onlyone of us who had to make any decisions. All I had to do was follow directionsand feel the warmth of his body against mine.
“Hmm, should I make you kneel in the livingroom, or should I stretch you out on the bed?” There was something in his voicethat said I had to pay attention, but it took several moments to realize itwasn’t just a simple question.
Shit.
I was going to have to function.
Pulling back from Griffin just enough thatI could look at his face, I kissed his cheek. “Either one, Master.”
When he nodded and smiled, I realized I’dguessed right. We’d never stayed the night at my home before, and he wasn’tsure if I wanted him in my bed. In his mind, he probably thought it wassomething almost sacred to my memory of Matthew.
Smiling, I cuddled against him. “Matthewused to sleep out on the couch when we got too tipsy for the guys to drivehome. Austin’s driver would take him and Tanner home most of the time, but therest of us would pile in my bed.”
Griffin chuckled and gave my ass anotherpat. “Naughty boy, making your alpha sleep out on the couch.”
I laughed. “Austin ended up sleeping on topof him the one time Matthew cuddled with us, and he thought that was just toomuch.”
Laughing, Griffin nodded. “Oh, I canunderstand that.”
Giggling, I took his hand and slowly walkedbackward, leading him through the house. “Have I been good enough to get tocome before I go to the club, Master?”
His hand tightened on mine as he gave me awicked smile. “I think so. You were relaxed and happy at dinner, and you wentout of your way to make sure the boys were comfortable. I think you earned areward.”
I had to smile at his list of myaccomplishments. Making dinner hadn’t mattered. Looking nice for our guestswasn’t important to him. He was only focused on my happiness.
“You made me relaxed, Master.” I shruggedand gave him a slightly bashful smile. “And the boys are so funny. How could Ibe worried about that?”
Easily, but I wasn’t going to remind him ofthat.
As we reached the bedroom, Griffin tuggedme close again and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m very proud of you.”
Kissing me tenderly, he took his timelicking and nibbling on my lips before deepening it. When I was breathless andclinging to him, he finally pulled back, giving me a hungry expression.Something had pushed away the teasing smile and replaced it with passion anddomination.
It made me ache.
“Show me your toys.” The instructions weresimple, but I stood there staring at him stupidly for several seconds before mybrain kicked in.
For some ridiculous reason I blushed, but Inodded and stepped back, doing my best to obey him. “Yes, Sir.”
My embarrassment had him grinning, but thatjust made me more turned on. It was one of those things I’d never quiteunderstood about my submission. I wasn’t into true humiliation play, butsometimes a bit of teasing or embarrassment made everything sharper and moreerotic.
As I walked over to the closet where I kepta small box of toys, Griffin leaned back against the bed and loosened thebutton-down shirt he’d worn for dinner. I’d told him how nice he lookedearlier, but he didn’t seem to understand just how sexy he was dressed up.
Griffin gave off a relaxed and slightlycurious air as I brought over the wooden box and set it on the bed. I thoughthe’d reach for it right off the bat, but he stayed focused on me. Scanning downmy body, he had a possessive look to him that said he was trying to decide howto play with his toy.
I’d seen Silas aim a similar look atAustin, but I never expected to see it on Griffin’s face. The tender expressionhe always wore was gone, and in its place was a darker Griffin that sent ashiver through me. When his hands reached out and stroked down my sides, Iquietly moaned and had to fight the urge to close my eyes.
I wasn’t surprised when he started to stripmy shirt off, but his fleeting touches were only making it harder for me tothink. I wanted to beg him to rush, but the gentle, slow caresses as hemethodically stripped my clothes said that wasn’t his plan.
There was something beautiful about thetender domination he usually showed me, but this side of him was just asperfect, only in a different sort of way. The wicked, desire-filled smile thatpeeked out as he let my pants fall to the floor made it clear that no matterwhat he had planned, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
