Found by You (16 page)

I was taken aback by what he said, but by the time I could formulate words he was already moving away from me. He left me standing there in the crowded locker room doors hoping that I’d gotten through to him.

Chapter Sixteen

Roxie

I was lost. Had been for a while tonight. Griffin had a way of doing that to me. I whimpered, lifting my head and pushing back into the couch cushions.

His lips went right to my neck. His smell was spicy and invigorating. He braced my forearms under his palms, his mouth more aggressive with every passing second. Griffin had his shirt off. I didn’t know who removed it. Him or me. I supposed that didn’t matter. I knew it was him that had me down to my boy shorts and white t-shirt though, the one with the wide neck and exposed my shoulder, when Griffin smoothed his hand over my skin. His kisses were so seeking tonight, hungry and aggressive. I always felt passion when Griffin kissed me, emotion emanating through his touch, but tonight felt different. He was touching differently, handling me different. He held me tight, hardly leaving any separation between our bodies, despite the fact we were only kissing. I felt longed for, extremely wanted and desired for. It was like he was trying to hold onto me. Perhaps this was all in my head. I didn’t know.

He had me in a haze so deep I didn’t want to question it and only came out of it when the movie I had playing prompted the music of the beginning of the DVD start menu. How long had the start menu been playing on loop?

I laughed, gripping Griffin’s shoulders, his skin so warm with his heat. “Griffin?”

He didn’t stop kissing, going from my neck to my chest, and his husky breaths prompted tingles between my thighs. “Yeah?”

“We missed our movie.”

He lifted his head of mussed blond hair as I lay underneath him. He squinted, looking into the light of the screen. “Damn.”

Laughing, I tossed my head back into my couch. I smelled a burst of his scent from the material when I did. I loved that smell.

He panned to me, his lips moving into a smile. He propped his chin on his palm. “Do we care?”

I didn’t if he didn’t. I shook my head.

His lips continued on, mingling with my mouth this time. Easing my legs apart, I wrapped them around his waist. Keeping them there was a struggle. He was so large, built all over. I pushed my hand over his warm chest.

He groaned when my nails bit into his skin. Taking his hand, I pushed it between us and into my panties. I wanted to get off so badly. I couldn’t wait to be moved into my bed.

He stopped kissing me, his warm breath drying my damp mouth. I got his fingers right where I wanted them, but I didn’t remove mine. I enjoyed the feeling of our hands together, his long fingers playing with my clit.

I pushed my mound against his hand, my arousal dampening and spinning wetness around our fingers.

A curse left his lips and his tongue entered my mouth the same time two of his fingers pushed their way inside me.

I whimpered, gripping into his scalp. Breathing him in, I took his mouth, loving our combined taste. His fingers got so deep inside me that I cried out, and when the wave of electricity hit, a startled “fuck” escaped my lips.

He held me while I twitched down from the high with the smile I couldn’t get enough of on his face. My eyes were a bit glassy, and when I could finally see clearly again, I smiled his way.

He leaned off me and rested on his propped up elbow, his other arm wrapped around my waist. He studied my face for a long time and I didn’t question it. I loved the way he looked at me.

He pushed his hand underneath the hem of my shirt, brushing his thumb over my stomach. “You know how beautiful you are, right?”

A small smile lifted the side of my lips. I put my hands on his biceps, squeezing and touching. “So you tell me.”

He didn’t seem to accept that answer. His face fell. “But
you
believe it, right?”

What he was asking felt weird to me, and with the way he was kissing me tonight, deep as if holding onto me, it seemed like something was off. I lifted my hand up to his jaw. Closing his eyes, he moved his mouth into my hand, warming my skin.

“Are you okay?” I asked him. “You seem intense tonight. You sound intense.”

Opening his eyes, he let out a breath. He made some room in the space between me and the back of the couch and brought me into his arms. Things really felt off now and I couldn’t stop my heart from leaping.

“I’m going to tell you something I really don’t know how to deal with,” he said. “I’m worried to tell you. Worried by what you’ll say.”

My stomach twisted, my fingers curling against his chest. “Okay. All right. Just tell me.”

He played with my hair resting on my back and those milliseconds before he spoke were agonizing. “It’s D. He knows about you. About what you do.
Did.
He knows about what you did with the videos.”

I honestly didn’t know how to react to the information. I didn’t know because I wasn’t clear on what someone like D would do with what he knew. He wasn’t my friend, but Griffin’s. I didn’t know what to make of this.

“I’d like to say we have his confidence, but things got heavy between us earlier today and…” Sighing, he moved a hand over his face. “I don’t know. I just don’t know.”

I moved my hands around his waist. Bringing my head to his chest, I listened to his heartbeat. It thudded so hard in there. He said he was worried earlier. Worried about what I might say? Was he scared I’d be angry? That I’d leave this, us, because of his friend? For some reason, the thought of the latter made me see the situation differently. I should be worried about my secret getting out, but I found myself more concerned for Griffin. I was a face among many at this large school. A nobody from another town and state. My future career aspects were low profile. It wouldn’t be ideal, but if for some reason this information managed to follow me after college, my plans for myself could change. Fluctuate if need be. Griffin didn’t have that luxury. His future career aspects were anything but low profile. Ties to me could damage him by association. I didn’t feel he was worried about that though. He was more concerned about me. That made my heart warm and I said something that surprised myself. “What if people found out?”

He lowered his hand, dipping his chin to look at me. He didn’t look like he understood what I said.

“I mean, would it be a big deal if people found out? I’m graduating soon, Griffin. Moving on. I don’t know if it would matter too much. No one really knows me here.”

His brows twitched up. “It really wouldn’t matter to you if people found out?”

I shook my head. “I don’t for
me
, but you…” I gazed away. “I don’t want to create any problems for you because of me and—”

He swept his thumb over my mouth. “I told you to try this with me. Nothing’s changed.
This
doesn’t change anything for me.”

He wanted to keep me. He wanted to keep
this
. I hugged him, smiling against him. “Then we’ll deal with this. If something happens we’ll deal with it.” I lifted my head to see his face.

He gave a wide smile and kissed my forehead. “Correct.
We’ll
deal with it.”

I snuggled against his chest and he held me tight under his arm. I should go. I should leave for him, but in that moment I was allowing myself to have something. I wanted to keep him, too.

He massaged his hand up and down my back. “There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about. Something a little less heavy.”

I chuckled, lifting my head for him to go on.

“Well, there’s this thing going on back home. A family reunion. I haven’t gone in a few years, and my gram has been bugging me to go. I was wondering if you’d want to go with me.”

My brow lifted. “To Texas?”

Chewing his lip, he nodded. “Yeah, but you don’t have to. I… I just thought I’d ask. In case you wanted to. My grandma… This thing’s a big deal to her, and well, yeah. I just thought I’d ask. But like I said, you don’t have to.”

I giggled because he was so flustered. His cheeks went red like he was embarrassed he asked me. I tilted my head. “Griffin, do you want me to go with you?”

His eyes widened, almost like he was thrown by how assertive I was. He parted his lips. “Yes.”

I kissed his lips, lingering there. “Then that’s all you had to say.”

He laughed under my mouth. “Cool.”

And yes, that single word still got my heart going. Griffin really was dangerous to me, but maybe a walk on the wild side wouldn’t be so bad for a while.

I pulled my head back, but only just a bit. I wanted to ask him something. “Will you come to my bake sale tomorrow night?”

His sculpted eyebrows drew in. “Bake sale? Like a real bake sale with cookies and stuff?”

I had to laugh at his reaction. I suppose this did sound weird and incredibly random. “My derby team does it every year. We donate the proceeds to the local Humane Society.”

“Hmm,” he said. Quirking a smile, he moved me against him so close. “I think I can swing that. Where do you want me to be? I’ll be there.”

I hoped he wasn’t cancelling any major plans for my benefit. He’d been so busy and that thought worried me. “It’s at the Union near the bowling alley, but if you got something else going on—”

“Stop it. I’ll be there. I’ll even get a bunch of the guys to go and buy some stuff.”

Oh, wow. “Seriously? Griffin, that would be awesome. Thank you.”

He curled his fingers around the back of my neck, brushing his thumb over my skin. “The way you’re looking at me right now…” He shook his head, giving a small smile. “I’d do anything for that.”

I placed my hands on his cheeks, closing the way too large gap between our lips. Curling my leg over his hip, I rolled my own against him. His length pressed into my stomach and he grabbed my bottom with a large hand. A groan deep in his chest filled the air as he pulled me on top of him.

Now
that
was a sound
I’d
do anything for. I eased my tongue into his mouth, sighing. “Stay. Stay with me tonight.”

He moaned, nibbling on my bottom lip. “I probably shouldn’t,” he said, easing my t-shirt off. “I have an early class in the morning.”

He tossed my shirt to the floor and I smiled inside when his hand went for my bra clasp. I guess he planned on staying for a little while. This was confirmed when he snapped the bra open.

The restraint of the material released from my back and Griffin tugged the straps down my arms. I’d been with him before, but my natural instinct was to cover myself. He didn’t let me as I was forced to use my arms to wrap around his neck when he picked me up by my thighs.

I choked down a yelp in surprise. I’d never been picked up before. I didn’t want to say it wasn’t possible, but no one before Griffin had attempted this. He not only did it, but the act was effortless. Air rushed my body as he carried me into the direction of my bedroom.

The room was blanketed in darkness, but Griffin had no problem maneuvering around. He placed me on the bed, both our chests bare.

He muttered a, “Fuck it. I’m staying,” before he crashed his mouth down on mine. He took me deep, so deep into my bedding, and didn’t break the kiss when he said, “Tell me what you want.”

He breathed out the words, his voice husky and aroused. Bracing my thigh, he rocked himself against me. Between his invitation and what he was doing to my body, a whimper escaped my throat. I didn’t know what to tell him. I didn’t know what to do. I just needed him so badly it hurt.

“Just make me feel good,” I said, dragging my fingers into the grooves of his biceps.

The noise he called out was nearly primal, and I did that to him. With something I was doing and something I was saying, I did that. Though not used to this power, this emotional connection, I relished in it. Griffin Chandler made me feel empowered. He always had.

He peeled off my panties, causing me to turn on my side during the removal. He trailed kisses from the curve of my hip down my thigh, all the while whispering, “I can do that, baby. I can do that.”

His kisses burned my skin, but his words did more. My body shuddered, feeling both cold and hot at the same time. My breasts felt so heavy, my nipples needing to be touched.

Like he knew, his large hand covered one of them while his tongue tended to the other. My legs fell part, and he fit right in, his chest against my stomach while he licked.

I played with his hair, my hips jerking up, my heat seeking to be filled. I knew I was grinding on him, but my body did it involuntarily. He didn’t seem to mind, and while he tweaked my nipple with one hand, he pressed my thigh against the bed with the other, widening my legs and encouraging my movement.

So many words left my mouth. His name. The need to be fucked. The feeling brewed with intensity, and when he rose up to unbutton his pants, my clit actually tingled from anticipation.

Griffin, with his chest bare and fitted jeans sitting low on his hips, was the most erotic image I’d ever seen. He didn’t have to do anymore. He could just be on his knees like that. He did continue though, and I licked my lips as he exposed himself to me. At one time, his size had me unsure, but tonight I was only open to him. The clenching of my walls told me that.

His thighs, speckled in blond hairs so fine they were hard to make out, surrounded his manhood. This man was magnificent.

I saw the condom this time when he pulled it from his jeans. After he sheathed himself, he leaned over me. He hovered above me and I was surprised he wasn’t attempting to enter me immediately. He kissed my neck, sliding his hand between us. I opened up, ready and waiting for those long fingers. He didn’t disappoint and moved his thumb over my swollen clit, all the while using two fingers to coax my opening, massaging it.

He moved his mouth to mine. “Open yourself up to me, Roxie. Let me make you feel good.”

My eyes rolled back and I sucked in a breath when he slid his fingers back, my wetness taking him to another hole. I tensed for a moment, but when he whispered, “Trust,” my hands released the hold I had on his biceps. I didn’t know what I expected, but whatever it was, what he did, wasn’t it. It was by far much better.