Griff doesn’t. He’s gotta be as drained as I am right now, but he gathers Moira up and pulls her against him. She nestles right into his side and he keeps a protective arm wrapped around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and murmuring, “Are you okay?”
Moira sighs, nodding her head. “Mm hmm. I’m good.”
“I got a little rough with you there,” he says, holding her like she’s something precious. She is, but it’s weird to see someone holding my something special that way.
“I won’t break,” she assures him, fondly running a hand across his muscled chest.
I let them have their little moment—he’s more considerate than I am, I pick that up right away. I know what Moira’s body can handle, though; this is all still new to him. I wonder if Moira likes the dynamic with him. I wonder if she likes how exalted she is in his eyes. Moira’s my greatest treasure and she knows it, but I don’t fawn over her like this. That’s not our way.
I’m tempted to take her back. A well-placed command, probably even just speaking to her would draw her back my way. Griff needs it more than I do tonight, though. He needs to know she has affection for him; he needs to know he can use her body and not hurt her; he needs to know what it feels like to fall asleep with Moira in his arms.
9
Griff
When I wake up, I’m alone in a strange bed. The pillow next to me smells of lavender, like Moira. She slept beside me most of the night. I felt her roll away and heard her snuggle up next to Seb at one point.
I stretch, looking around, a little confused. I know where I am, but I don’t know where everyone else is or why they didn’t come get me. I don’t even know what woke me until I hear a reminder vibration from my phone. Where is my phone? I think it was still in the pocket of my jeans, so it’s probably in the tangled mess on the floor.
Or, it should be, but there’s no longer a tangled mess of clothing on the floor. My jeans have been picked up and folded neatly, placed on a chair in the corner with my phone on top.
I drag my ass out of Seb’s bed—that’s weird—and go over to grab my clothes. Flashes of last night run through my mind—the feel of Moira’s mouth around my cock, her soft hand planted on my hip, the way her body lurched forward and she took my cock down her throat while Seb fucked her.
Damn, that was a hotter sight than I was prepared for.
My blood starts to stir so I push the thoughts away. I don’t even know what time it is. I grab my phone to check and see a text message from Moira. “Wake up, sleepyhead. Breakfast will be done soon.”
Breakfast? This comes with breakfast?
I try to remember the last time Ashley and I had breakfast together. We didn’t have our house yet. I was staying in an apartment. So it’s been years—I wanna say that was the first few months of our relationship.
I wanna take a shower, but I guess if Moira’s making breakfast I should go downstairs. That means Seb is probably down there, too. I wonder if the morning after will be weird?
Once I pull my clothes on, I head downstairs. Seb is seated at the table, poring over his morning paper and drinking coffee. He looks relaxed and civilized as ever in a crisp gray suit, not at all a man who just last night coaxed me into fucking his wife’s mouth while he buried his cock inside her at the same time. He looks up as I walk in and smiles pleasantly. “Morning, Griff.”
“Morning,” I murmur back, but my gaze goes to Moira. Upon hearing Seb acknowledge me, she turns her head and looks at me. She already looks lovely, in a soft-looking black sweater with little white fabric posies all over the front. Her long dark hair is pulled back in a low pony tail, and she has a tight black skirt on. She’s wearing kitten heels, even though she’s in the house. I’m not sure what the rules are for interaction like this when we’re all together, but I just follow my instincts. A woman is making me breakfast, a woman I just spent the night with last night, so I go over and wrap my arms around her tiny waist from behind. She’s in the middle of flipping sausage patties so she pauses to look back and flash me a smile over her shoulder.
“Sleep well?” she asks me.
I nuzzle my face into her neck and leave a little kiss there. “Very well. Did you?”
“Oh, yes,” she says, placing her free hand on my arm. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Everything smells delicious,” I tell her.
“Thank you.”
I let her go and head over to the table, flicking a glance at Seb to see how he feels about all this. He doesn’t appear to be concerned, folding up his paper and setting it aside now that I’m here.
“Now that all this is settled,” he begins, “are you taking the meeting with Donovan today or am I?”
“Is this all settled?” I ask him. “We never actually talked about it.”
“We fucked about it,” Seb says, smirking. “That was more enjoyable.”
“I still have questions.”
“Then ask,” he says, simply.