Page 96 of What If I See You
“And I promise you’re not. You’re perfect right here. I just want to look at your beautiful face.” He takes me in from top to bottom and smiles. “I like the messy bun look. You’re adorable.”
“And I like the whole chiseled abs adonis look you’ve got going on here,” I tell him, feathering my fingers lightly down his chest. I definitely don’t miss his eyes rolling back in his head or the “Mmmm…” that rumbles in his chest at my touch.
“But I need to tell you something.”
His eyes open and his gaze meets mine. “Okay.”
Cringing slightly, I tell him about the text message from his mom. “So, you’re parents are on their way. They’ll be here in about…” I glance at his alarm clock. “Twenty minutes or so.”
“Perfect.”
I lift my brows. “Perfect? You mean that doesn’t make you panic?”
He shrugs. “Why should it? They’re my parents. I’m sure Mom just wants to make sure I’m alive. They’ve seen me after much worse injuries, but I’m not surprised they want to see me. It must be a mom thing.”
I’m not sure my mom cares whether I’m alive or not…
“But…”
“Apartment’s clean,” he says, going through a mental checklist. “We can order food or Mom will most likely show up with something. There’s never a need to dress up. We keep things pretty casual so…” He runs his hands up my thighs, slipping his fingers into the waist band of the pajama pants I’m wearing and then tugs on them. “That gives me roughly…fifteen minutes for you to get up here and sit on my face so I can eat my breakfast.”
I burst out a laugh. “Get out of here. You are not even serious right now.”
With a wagging brow and a playful smirk on his face he responds, “Oh I’m dead serious.”
“But Darius?—”
“Said no sex,” he finishes my sentence. “No sex with my cock, blah blah blah. No thrusting or getting myself out of breath.” He shakes his head. “But he gave no such parameters for my tongue, so get the fuck up here, Naughty. I’m starving.”
Griffin’sthe one who answers the door when his parents step off the elevator.
“Hey guys,” he says, welcoming in his mom, his dad, and Gage.
“There’s my boy,” Gail opens her arms and wraps them around Griffin’s neck in a tight embrace.
“Hi, Mom.”
“I’m glad to see you up and walking around. How bad was it because on the television screen it looked really bad.”
It looked bad from the seats too.
“It’s not that bad. Just a few bruised ribs.”
“You’ve definitely had worse than that before,” his dad reminds him as he steps inside and spots me in the middle of the living room. “Layken! How are you dear?”
He wraps me up in a warm hug as I respond, “I’m great. Thank you. I’m so glad you guys are here. How are you?”
“Oh, we’re just as dandy as ever.” He gestures back to Griffin’s mom. “Gail gets really antsy whenever Griffin gets injured. Always wants to check on him and make sure he’s okay.”
“Well, in my defense,” she says, overhearing our conversation, “Griffin didn’t have a wife to help take care of him before. That’s all.”
“Oh, well I don’t really feel like I’ve done much so far.” I shrug but Griffin shakes his head in disagreement.
“Don’t let her fool you, guys. Layken took charge before we even left the arena. She’s taken very good care of me so far.”
Griffin’s dad places his hands on my shoulders and gives them a fatherly squeeze. “Thank you, Layken. We’re so glad Griffin has you in his life.”
“Yes, thank you, Layken. You make my mommy heart settle just a little bit more having you around.” She steps from Griffin over to me and gives me a hug as well.
