Huffing, he folds his arms over his chest. Hair all disheveled, arms bulging with the pose, my already aching erection twitches at the sight of him. He’s ungodly attractive, bare-chested and flustered, and I can’t help wanting him even more, even if he seems angry over something.
Chewing the inside of his cheek, he’s at war with something. “Nothing.”
“Not nothing. You said you wanted this. So, take off your pants.” I stalk toward him, unbuttoning my dress shirt while I do.
“Not tonight, Patrick.” He steps back to gain some distance between us, but he backs right into the kitchen counter.
I find the curve of his neck, biting him there while I reach inside of his dress pants. Cupping his heavy balls, I squeeze at the same time I lick the pulsing vein in his nape. He lets out a strangled noise of pleasure that shoots straight to my cock.
My thumb swirls the tip of his head, massaging a drop of precum into his velvety skin. “I’m going to jerk you off until you give me every last drop.”
Griffin’s hips flex, thrusting into my hand, heavy breaths turning into seductive sounds of pleasure, and I want every noise he makes for me. I kiss him, capturing them on my lips, and pump him with fast strokes.
“Sweetheart, you’ve gotta stop. I’m gonna come all over the kitchen floor.” He laughs, tilting his head back while I work him.
“We wouldn’t want that.” I croon, nibbling his jawline. “I’d rather you come inside my ass.”
“I can’t not yet. Not until–”
“–Until what?” I rear back, creating a distance. He’s clearly not going to let anything happen until he shares whatever’s been bothering him. Which is rather fucking annoying, considering he’s also refusing to tell me.
Griffin’s hands lean back, gripping the countertop. He looks tired, eyes sunken and exhausted. Blowing out a breath, he makes eye contact with me. “Sean will kill me if I say.”
“My brother?” I stuff my hands into my pockets. “What’s he got to do with any of this?”
He sighs. “It’s a long story. Let’s just go to bed.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”
“Fine. I’ll sleep alone.” He pushes off the counter, and brushing past me, heads down the hallway that leads to the bedrooms.
Torn between following or staying, I’m stuck in the kitchen. Follow him to figure out what the fuck he’s hiding from me, or stay and let him tell me when he’s ready. Eventually, curiosity wins, my feet taking me down the hall after him. Mostly because I have to know how the fuck my brother is involved in whatever this is.
All of the doors are closed, and he’s not in my bedroom. He took a fucking guest room, and that infuriates me even more. “Oh, fuck no.” I growl, heading for the guest room across from mine. Turning the handle, it doesn’t give.
He fucking locked it.
My fist pounds against the wood. “Open the fucking door, Michael.”
He doesn’t answer. I continue the pounding for a good minute to no avail. He’s not going to open it, and I’m not about to bust down the door. I don’t have to, though. Because there’s a key above the door frame. I grab it, pooping the lock, and fling the door open.
The guestroom is bare. Only a queen bed with basic white sheets and blankets, and a dresser are in this room. There’s no nightstands or lamps either. The ceiling light is off, so I flip the switch, illuminating the room.
Griffin lies on his back in the middle of the bed only in a pair of green boxer briefs. He’s still pitching the same hard on I am, and I groan. I can’t get distracted. I’m here for answers, and I’m going to get them if I’m too focused on fucking him.
“Tell me what you’re keeping from me, Michael.”
He props himself up on his elbows, the muscles in his stomach more defined this way. It takes everything inside me to remain standing, and not to jump in bed to feel the hardened shape of his torso.
“I can’t,” he says. I don’t miss the sad tone, the way his eyes soften when he locks them with mine.
“You have to. Because I can’t have you here, under my roof, wearing my ring and sleeping in another bed. I need you next to me, baby.”
“We can’t have sex because it feels wrong. Dirty.”
“Why?”
“Sean salvaged security footage of the night you and Camille were together. And he showed it to me.”
