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Griff allows his hand to drop. “Then don’t.”
“No, wait. I’ll get it.” My brother hurriedly digs into his jeans and hands over his phone, unlocked and ready.
Griff does something and then hands the device back. “That’s the number for a gym I own. You’ve got a month pass. If you use it every day for at least two hours, I’ll comp you another month. The day you can take me to the mat, I’ll send you to a surveillance school.”
“Old man, I could take you now,” Mick crows.
I wince because I know what’s coming. In two seconds, Griff has Mick against the wall with his forearm against Mick’s windpipe. Mick gasps, bug-eyed.
“Griff,” I say with warning.
Griff backs off. “Sorry, just reflex.”
Mick rubs his throat. Griff grabs the glass of water I’d poured earlier and thrusts it into Mick’s hand. “You want sour cream on your potatoes, Lauren?”
“Yes, please,” I reply meekly.
Chapter Thirteen
GRIFF
Dinner’s good. Mick has lost that angry, sullen look, and he doesn’t appear too put out with me giving him a little choking. Lauren is practically humming with happiness. It’s giving me a woody, and I gotta control myself around the lil bro. Minus my little head doing its own thinking, everything else seems to be going well. Mick no longer wants to punch my lights out. Lauren doesn’t think I’m sleeping around on her. The steak turned out perfect.
“I’m going next door to play League. Don’t be messy here.” Mick shakes his finger at us like we’re the juveniles and he’s the adult.
“Wait. You need to clean—” But the door is already banging shut before Lauren can finish her sentence.
“It’s fine, Lo.” I start to gather up the dishes, but Lo puts her hand on my arm.
“Don’t you dare. You cooked so I’m cleaning. Those are the rules of the kitchen.”
“That so?” I wrap my hand around her too-thin wrist and jerk until she falls into my lap. “New rule. Kissing and then cleaning. Your brother left for a reason. Don’t let it go to waste.”
I don’t give her time to say no. I seal her mouth with my own. I wasn’t lying to Lauren when I said I hadn’t been with that other woman, but I wasn’t entirely truthful with her either. The full truth would’ve been that I’ve never been with any woman, ever. That this is my first time to kiss, to touch, to love. It’s too hard to explain to anyone except for Evers since he and I shared the same backstory. Shitty dads, military escape, no women. I’m confident in everything, but I’ll admit that this is one area that I have no experience in, so I take it slow, trying to learn from her movements what the right thing to do is.
Her lips are so soft. Her tits, too. They press into my chest as she leans into my kiss. I open my mouth, and she does the same. Our tongues clash. My cock hardens and my vision blurs. I didn’t expect kissing to have this kind of effect on me. All of our clothes are still on. My hands are squeezing her waist. Hers are around my shoulders. My dick is swollen and stiff, but it’s not touching anything but a metal zip and some denim. I still want to come. I still am fighting off the urge to spill in my jeans like an untrained teen.
I need more than her mouth before that happens. I break away with a gasp and pull at her shirt. “This. Off.”
“What about?—”
“No. Off.” Don’t care about fucking Mick right now. I need her tits in my mouth. I push her hands aside and shove her T-shirt up until her ripe breasts are freed. I capture one pert nipple between my teeth and palm the other. Someone moans. Maybe it’s both of us.
I lift her onto the table because there are other things I want to eat. Dishes clatter. I spread her legs apart.
“Oh, Griff, maybe not here.”
“Then where?” I say roughly. I’m hanging by a thread.
She points to a door about ten feet away. I give a short nod and lift her into my arms. “How long do we have?”
“He can play League for hours.”
“I’ll be lucky to last more than a minute once I’m inside of you.” Having her in my mouth is like eating fruit in the forbidden forest, and one bite makes me hungry for more. I don’t want just her tits in my mouth. I want to taste the swell of her stomach, trace the curve of her hip, sip at the valley of her cunt.
With her in my arms, I stand up and stride to her bedroom. “You shouldn’t have wasted your time making your bed this morning since we’re about to destroy it,” I tell her as I lay her back on the neatly made covers.
“Like pull a couple corners off the mattress or actually tear up the sheets?”
