Downpour (The Griffith Brothers, #2)

by Maggie C. Gates

“I’m a consenting adult.” “You’re twelve years younger than me.”

“I’m on birth control. And I had a physical before I got this job. All my results were clear. And considering you’ve seen nearly every doctor in the state, I’ll take a guess and say you’re good.”

She was trying to kill me. I was sure of it.

“You want me to fuck this pussy raw?”

“Please.”

“My way.” “Yes.” “You can tell me to stop, but that’s all. You don’t get to dictate a thing.”

“That’s what I want. You. In charge.”

“Then go into my room, take all of your clothes off, and get on th...

“And Brooke⁠—”

“If you touch yourself before I get in there, I will make you regret it.”

“Good girl.” I tipped my head toward the bedroom. “Go on.”

“Have you ever been tied up?”

“No.” She shifted her ankles. “But it… It turns me on. The thought of it. I want to try it.” “Do you trust me?” She was quick to answer. “Yes.”

She was like the sun. I wanted to get close, even if it meant getting burned. I wanted to be consumed by her again and again.

My cock twitched against her leg. “Do you feel what you do to me, baby?”

“I want to feel your cock. Put it in my hand?” “I love hearing those naughty things come from your perfect lips.”

“I’m going to tease you until your pussy is crying for this cock.” I ran a finger through her slit, then coated her lips with her own arousal. “But I don’t think you’re wet enough yet.”

“You good?” “I need to come,” she pleaded. “I know you do,” I said with a teasing chuckle, massaging her clit. “This pussy is begging for me, isn’t it? I know I won’t last long once I finally get inside of you. So, I’m going to take my time, and you’re going to enjoy it.”

“Needy little thing,” I murmured against her neck. “So desperate that you’re willing to be blindfolded, tied up, and fucked.”

“You’d look so pretty with

clamps dangling from these tits and a toy...

“Ple...

“Filthy girl.” “Only for you,”...

“That’s right.” I slid my hand between her legs a...

“I’m not leaving you,” I promised as I laid on my back. “You’re safe with me.”

“Sit on my face, baby girl. I want to know what this pussy tastes like before I fuck it.”

“Fuck.” I devoured her with another pass, teasing her clit. “You’re going to make me come from the way you taste.” I fisted my cock. “You hear that sound? That’s me fucking my hand.”

“That’s it, beautiful. Get yourself off on my face. I want you all over me.”

“There you go. I feel you about to come. How tight you are. I can’t wait to fuck this cunt.”

“Give me one more and I’ll let you have my cock.”

“Every piece of you tastes so fucking good,”

It was strange how something so simple made me feel more human than I had in over a year. But it wasn’t just the act. It was her.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Who does this pussy belong to?” “You,”

“That’s right, baby girl.” I thrust into her again. “Who are you going to come for?” “You,”

I shoved two fingers into her cunt and pushed my cum back inside of her. Her toes curled. “Ray,” she whimpered. “I can’t. Not again.”

“You don’t have to come again,” I murmured as I dotted her arms with kisses and gently stroked inside her pussy. “It helps ease you off that crash. Just breathe for me.” I reached up and removed the mask from her eyes. “You’re breathtaking.”

I eased up and kissed her forehead. “Thank you.” Her brow furrowed. “For what?” “For bringing me back.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of your bed.”

“That’s fine by me.”

Brooke nestled into my side and rested her head on my chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And goddamn, it felt like it was.

Every time I saw him sitting on the couch instead of the recliner, my heart swelled. It was an unspoken invitation to join him. The recliner was his alone, but I was welcome on the couch.

“Darkness and light exist together in the same moments. We find it in sunrises and sunsets. It’s the clash that people trek across mountains to experience.”

“Sex? Um. Yes, please? I thought that was pretty obvious.” “It’s not.” “Obvious?”

“I’ll give you what you want. I just need to know what it is.” Him. I wanted him.

“I like you,” I confessed. “A lot. And maybe that’s weird since I work for you and we don’t have much in common. But I like hanging out with you. And I’m pretty sure you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met in person.”

“I don’t want to get my hopes up because I know you probably don’t want what I want. So if you just want sex, that’s fine.”

“What do you want, Brooke?” “I want to be with you. To see where things go. And if it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. But at least we tried.” “You want to date me?”

“You don’t have to sound so appalled.” “I’m not appalled.” Ray sighed. “The end game of dating is marriage, and I’m not the marrying kind.” “Says who?” “Says me.” “Why? Because you don’t want it?”

“I’m not walking down the aisle