Page 24 of The Wrong Sister
“I’m not sure I should be comfortable with how much I like hearing you beg.” He chuckles against me and my hips buck upwards. Then all teasing stops, his lips and tongue relentless. He takes me right back up to the edge then hurtling past, exploding over it.
“GRIFFIN!” He grins up at me, his full lips wet. “I know you’re in charge, but I need you inside of me. Now. Please?”
He kisses his way up my body, bringing himself over me until he’s barely touching me, right where I need him but not quite. It’s maddening. “Would you like to take charge, Mina?”
“I don’t care how we get there, I just want you.”
He smirks at me, cool and confident. “Then take what you want.”
I push him over onto his back, climbing on top of him. He’s still smirking at me and I want to make him feel weak with need, the same way he did for me. I straddle him, grabbing a condom and rolling it down slowly so I can touch him more before lowering myself onto his hard length, a little bit at a time. As I take him inside of me, he loses his smug expression and I feel some of my power returning. I take him all the way in, rotating my hips and his eyes roll back.
“Fuck. I knew it would be this good, Meens. Don’t stop.”
I don’t. He matches my rhythm, moving with me, hands roaming from my hips to my ass back up to my breasts. I let my hands explore his skin, running over the grooves between his muscles. We’re kissing and touching and moving as one and every thrust is taking me higher. I want more of him, all of him. I flip us over—thank you Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu—bringing my legs open wider to take him in deeper. Nothing needs to be said, he senses my needs and meets them, moving harder and deeper, giving me everything he has. We crash together, moaning and collapsing in a tangle of sweaty limbs. I don’t want this feeling to ever end.
He kisses me gently, holding me in his arms and I stay right there, soaking him in until I drift off to sleep.
16
griffin
The low, insistent headache, thrumming at the base of my skull follows me as I rise from the depths of deep sleep slowly, taking a while to become aware of my surroundings. The hangover isn’t surprising—I’m not much of a drinker and I never get drunk. What is a little surprising is the weight pressing on my chest. I open my eyes hesitantly, giving myself a chance to get used to the brightness. There’s Mina, naked and draped across my body. It wasn’t a dream, that happened. I almost can’t believe it. She’s so soft against me. Her breath is tickling my chest. Somehow she’s even more beautiful, like my drunken state downplayed the reality of her. I don’t know if we made the biggest mistake of our lives but, heaven help me, I want to do it again.
Last night I was low—below sea level, emotionally. Nothing happened the way I planned, the way I knew it should. Everything Catherine said to me was true though. When I kissed her, desperate to prove her wrong, there was nothing there. I almost shudder to imagine a lifetime of kisses like that. Catherine deserves more than that and I hope I do too. All I knew, after I dropped her off, was that I wanted to be so drunk that I didn’t have to think anymore. I didn’t want to review my obvious failure. I didn’t want to address the fact that the failure was the only thing that truly bothered me about the breakup. I wanted to forget how Mina was the only bright spot in the day.
I never expected her to show up, feed me, and walk me home. I was angry she was there like the universe was taunting me with her presence. I couldn’t get her out of my mind so, of course, she was the one to find me as I was falling apart. I picked a fight, which is not like me, and flat out yelled at her. But Mina didn’t crumble, she stood up to me and yelled right back. She was passionate and furious and gorgeous. But I hurt her. Her words cut me to my core and I cut right back, making her leave. It felt like everything was lining up as a big, blazing sign flashing “Fuck your plans, Griffin!” I grabbed her and THAT KISS.
That kiss shattered my plans.
It shattered everything I thought I knew, everything I thought I wanted.
It shatteredme.
Everything after that is both a hazy blur and frozen perfectly in my mind, both sense memory and snapshots of a perfect night. That kiss was everything I’ve been missing, every single thing I didn’t feel with Catherine. It was passion and fire, want and need. Her lips touched mine and rational thought was gone. It was intense. Unbelievable. There’s a part of me that’s worried that the alcohol and all my pent-up desire have painted it in my memory better than it was in reality. That’s too terrible to think about. Mina stirs, rolling off of me, onto her back, rubbing her eyes and pushing her hair off of her face. I can’t help myself, I trace my fingertips softly over her breast and her skin erupts in goosebumps underneath my touch.
She peeks up at me through long lashes. “Good morning, not-a-dream-Griffin.”
“Good morning, better-than-a-dream-Mina.” She blushes prettily, awash in uncharacteristic softness.
“Oh, thank goodness! I was worried you’d wake up angry, regretting what happened.”
I don’t want to feel awkward or question whether this should have happened. I don’t want to think about why I’ve never pursued anyone remotely like Mina. I don’t want to pull Boring Griffin back on like an uncomfortable suit. I want to lean into it, hold on to her, just fuckingfeelfor once instead of thinking everything to death. I turn towards her, morning breath be damned, and kiss her. Her mouth is like an oasis in the desert.
“I was hoping to revisit last night, without the haze of alcohol.” I rub my stubbly chin along her jaw, kissing down her neck. “I don’t know what you have going on today, but maybe you could ignore it all and stay with me?”Take that, boring Griffin! I can be spontaneous.With Mina in my arms, it’s easy to convince myself that I can have a bit of fun in my life and not lose hold of everything that’s important. I have to believe that I can.
“Mmmm, I’m all for more naked Griffin, but if that’s the plan, I have to pee.” She hops up and crosses the bedroom, flashing a smile over her shoulder and catching me watching her ass.
“I’m not even going to apologize, Mina. I’m always looking at your ass.”
A couple of minutes later she peeks her head out. “Can I use your toothbrush?”
“There’s a spare in the cabinet to the left of the sink.” I lie back against the pillows, enjoying the glimpses I get of her in the portion of the bathroom mirror I can see.
“I should have known you’d have an entire fucking cabinet with just-in-case spare toiletries.” It’s possible she muttersfucking boy scoutunder her breath, with a grin, as I trade places with her. She slaps my ass as we pass each other and grins at me. “I won’t apologize either, Griff.”
When I walk back to the bed she’s waiting for me. My body is awake and alert, watching her. She comes up on her knees in front of me, caressing up my body with one hand while gripping my cock with her other.
“I can’t tell you how much I enjoy seeing that I affect you, Griffin.”
