It’s definitely broken. But not as broken as his arm is about to be. Standing, I bend down over him and grab him by the neck. “Clean this shit up, baby brother.”
He coughs but doesn’t fight back. “Fine.”
“Good.” I nod once, then release my hold and step back. Shrugging my jacket off, I hand it to him. “Get rid of this, too. It’s got blood on it.”
I don’t waste any more time leaving the warehouse so I can get to Griff. Traffic isn’t bad considering we’re in the middle of Boston. It only takes me about fifteen minutes to get to the pharmacy.
His reliable Honda sedan is the only vehicle parked at the curb, and glancing into the shop, I don’t see any customers. He refuses to drive the car I bought him, and I know it’s because it’s an apology gift. Griffin’s always been stubborn like that.
I cut the engine and head in through the front. The clerk at the front counter is a teenage girl with copper hair. She looks up from her phone, and her eyes widen when she recognizes me. As a Southie, or a Murphy, I’m not sure, but she drops her gaze, avoiding eye contact when she says, “Hello.”
I offer up a forced, polite smile. “Michael in the back?”
She nods. “I can go get him.”
Shaking my head I say, “No. You stay up here.”
“Yes, sir.”
I head down a long row of over-the-counter medicines, straight for the back where Griff is working in the pharmacy area. He’s counting pills in the back, and I only catch the top of his head over some shelving. The counter is low enough for me to hop over with little pain in my leg. I’m quiet and slow, ignoring the throbbing shooting up my knee to my pelvis.
Within a few strides I’m standing behind him, and I wrap my arms around his waist.
He tenses, but after he inhales and catches my scent, relaxes. “What do you want?” He continues filling the pill bottle in front of him.
“To show you how sorry I am.” I drop a hand into the waistband of his jeans and grip the silky smooth flesh of his soft cock. He’s warm against my hand, and I kiss the back of his neck. My own erection is shoving against his ass, begging to be released. “You didn’t like the flowers?”
“Hated them.” His tone is flat.
“Good to know.” I slide my tongue along his earlobe. “Next time I’ll just get straight to the dick-sucking.”
“Patrick.” Griff moans when I squeeze my fist around him and pump once. “This doesn’t change anything.”
“I know.” I drop to my knees. “I love you, Griffin. I fucked up. I’m sorry.”
My hands wrap around his thighs, stroking over the denim material. I’m not sure if he’ll ever forgive me, but I’ll keep trying. There are so many regrets that I have with Griffin. So many things I’ve done to him, and I know that I have to earn his trust back. But I also know that I don’t deserve it.
Griff turns around, peering down at me as I glance up, my neck craning. He doesn’t stop me when I unzip his pants and pull out his length. Doesn’t stop me when I lick the tip of his cock. His hands rest on the counter behind him, knocking over the bottle of pills.
I grin, my heart skipping a beat with every slight reaction he gives me. He’s allowing this. He wants this, and that gives me hope. Even if he said it changes nothing, the way he’s letting me give him this? Well, there’s no way not to believe that we’re moving in the right direction.
I slide the tip of my tongue along the slit of his head, then wrap my lips around him. His hand grabs the back of my head, a fistful of my hair in his grip, and he shoves himself inside my mouth with a single, hard thrust. I make a gagging noise but refuse to complain. He can take out his aggression on me. I’ll welcome it any day. Being angry with me means there’s a chance for forgiveness.
“Fuck.” Griff makes a guttural sound from his throat, his cock twitching in my mouth. My nails dig into the backs of his toned thighs.
“God, you just can’t keep away from me, can you?” Griff asks.
He tugs at the back of my head, pulling out, and then slamming in again. “So desperate for my cock. You don’t deserve it though, do you, Patrick?”
I moan, the base of my throat vibrating against his cock. Tears drip down my cheeks while he continues to bruise the back of my throat. Griffin’s grip tightens on my hair with each forceful pump, and he buries himself, my nose smashing into his groin. I don’t deserve him. Not for a fucking second, and I know it. But I’m greedy and I want him. And I won’t stop until he’s mine again.
“Whenever I’m around you, I can’t help myself. Your tongue is the best.” Griff’s breathing picks up, the heat of his cock warming the inside of my cheek. I need to stop for air, but he won’t let me.
“Swallow that cock, sweetheart.” He drops his head back and I suck, my tongue swirling on the underside of his dick, massaging a pulsing vein. “I’m coming.” His hips raise, and he grinds into my face in a fast motion.
Cum shoots to the back of my throat at the same time his cock pulsates in my mouth. My hand fists his shaft while I suck, taking in every bit of what he has to offer.
“Fuck, yes. Take every last drop.” Griff croons, his grip on my hair loosening. His other hand is stroking my cheek. He doubles over, his body tensing as he finishes unloading. And I take it all.
