My pussy was purring… and no, I did not own a kitten.
“Oh, my… That... keep doing that!” I cried out, and it came out muffled in his hand. My legs were shaking, my hips were tingling, and my toes began to curl at the start of my orgasm as it climbed that mountain of bliss. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… I’m cumming.”
“Yeah…” He grunted, his hips taking long and hard strides between my thighs. I kept my legs wrapped around him tightly as my fingers dug into the skin of his bare ass, wanting him in deeper and deeper. “I’m going to cum… Shit, Ayla! Fuck...” he moaned as I raised my hips and squeezed him empty just as my own orgasm rippled through my body.
My pussy was clenching uncontrollably around his swollen cock as he slid in and out. Our bodies were slapping together, and my hips raised to create a faster friction with each one. Juices spilled, tongues tangled, hands grasped—we could not get enough of each other. Neither of us wanted it to end.
Lying there half-dressed and sprawled out on the bedroom floor, I panted heavily. Griffin collapsed on top of me. “Happy now?” He smirked, giving me a kiss before pulling out and tucking himself back into his boxers.
I just lay there, watching him. “Mmm.” A sleepy, exhausted, and sated smile escaped my lips. “For now.”
“For now?” he asked, raising a brow and grabbing a shirt he had only just changed out of to wipe me clean. “You’re insatiable, Ayla.”
“Only for you,” I replied, finally sitting upright and reaching for my top. “How is it that all you do is just lower your jeans and I have to get completely naked for a quickie?”
“Your skin… your body… It’s very addicting,” he said with a growl that went with his aroused state.
I smiled, blushing as I stepped into a pair of boyfriend jeans and did the button up. “You came in here like a predator on a mission. I was dressed and ready to go.”
“I was hard at the thought of you in here naked and dressing.” He came over and pulled me to him. “I love you, pretty.”
“I love you too.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and began to kiss him once more. I felt the bulge growing once again in his jeans. “I can’t wait until we get back from lunch. I can’t believe you fucked me with her out there.”
“Maybe hearing us will keep her away.” Hmm, if only. His mouth lowered once again. “God, you’re sexy! I can’t get enough of you.”
“Me either.” I could not. “I love you like crazy.”
His long, lean fingers ran through my hair, and he kissed me with a deep, knee crumbling passion “I’ll love you until my heart stops beating, Ayla, and even then, I’m pretty sure I’ll still keep on loving you.”
“You’re so romantic.” I smiled against his soft lips as our tongues wound together once again.
The bedroom door began to open, and Griffin instinctively wrapped his arms around my body to cover my exposed front. The boys now and then did walk in unannounced but always covered their eyes. Bless their little hearts.
This time, however, it was not Toby or Mack. It was their mother.
“What do you think you’re doing!” I exclaimed, seriously annoyed. This was our room—our private room for him and me. She now tainted it. “Get out!” I could not help it. She had no right to be in here. Of all the rooms, this was ours and off limits.
Scowling, she scoffed. “Fucking hurry up. We’d like to leave sometime soon.”
“Get out, Karen.” Griffin’s order was clear. “You have no need to be in here. Ayla is right. You need to leave.”
Oh my, did he just take my side?
She stuttered, refusing eye contact. “I was just... I was uh… Never mind.”
Could she be? Oh please, tell me she was. She was actually jealous. she heard us. And baboom! I hoped it hit her in the heart. I hoped it made it clear to her that her and Griffin are really never getting back together again.
He sighed once she had left, checking the door one last time to make sure. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m at a loss. She’s doing my head in.”
“It doesn’t seem like she’s doing your head in.”
“I might not show it, Ayla, but I’m not liking her in our house as much as you are. I don’t want to fight because that’ll make the boys take sides and she’ll go to the cops about the betting. We almost got caught the other week.”
“Why don’t you stop betting then?” I suggested, sitting on the bed to slide my shirt over my head. “You have the tat shop. Can’t you just stick with that?”
He took the spot beside me, putting his hands over his face and yawning. “I like playing poker.”
“Well, then keep playing.” I grinned as I hooked my leg over his thighs and straddled his lap, running my fingers through his hair to massage his scalp. “Harvey loves my massages; just so you know.”
“I’d rather not know that,” he grimly muttered. “And I never massaged anyone until you came along. She barely even got a hello some days.”
She said it to get a reaction out of me. Damn her. “Well, Harvey has never experienced my massages, and by the way, I think she’s jealous of what she walked in on,” I said, remembering the look on her face as those marble eyes darted from him to me. “She’s never heard you tell me that you love me before, and she probably heard it all.”
“She heard me fucking you?” He raised a brow, cupping my ass and flexing up his body in a slow, tantalising grind. “She heard me eating your pussy? What about when I came inside you? She heard that too?”
I giggled. “How should I know? It’s not like we were listening for others.”
“You sure you’re not feeling sick? We could, you know, cancel and stay in.”
What has happened to the man who hurt me earlier? He has done a full change and swapped directions, wanting to stay in and then kicking Karen out. Maybe he finally saw that his actions were a complete fuck up and was trying to change. I liked it.
Patting his chest, I slowly climbed off him. “I feel much better. Now tell me how good I look, and we can leave.”
“You look incredible. Edible. As always, beautiful.”
Suck up, baby. I don’t mind a bit.
His parents were at the wharf already when we arrived, and we were seated outside on the deck. The place was fancy, stunning, and expensive. I did not know what to eat. I would have been happy with a pizza.
It dawned on me that this is how Griffin had grown up. I had wondered about the tuxes in his closet and why he had not worn them. He just said they were from years ago. It never clicked that his parents were loaded and that he was, too. Maybe he had a trust fund. Oh, now that made sense. Looking at him, he really did not look like the guy who came from one though.
Gazing over the menu again, I settled on something I could not pronounce and pointed it out to Griffin so he could order for me. With a soft chuckle, he nodded. His hand on my thigh inched higher, and I tried to pry it away, but lost since, well, he was stronger than me. Besides, I kinda liked being felt up on the sly by him in public.
Karen, who has been quiet since we arrived, picked up her glass of water and adjusted her bra strap. She was in a dress—a fucking dress while I wore jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. Even his mother was wearing a dress. The two of them were talking about everything from TV to the boys and how well they had been doing in class.
“Toby is even getting Bs all on his own.” She smiled over at him.
“Yeah, Ayla has been helping me. She does pretend tests so I can prepare for real ones,” Toby replied back in a way that had my heart melting like an adoring parent.
“That’s lovely.” Teresa gave him a tight-lipped smile. “What about you, Mack? Still top of your class?”
“Yep,” he replied in a mumble as his head was buried in the book he had been currently reading.
I said current because his mother snatched it out of his hands and tossed it beside her on the floor. “Put that garbage away while we’re about to eat.”
“But Mum… Dad said I could read it.”
Karen shot him a pointed look. “I said, no.” Even I felt the sting of the scolding. “Listen to me and do as you’re told for once.”
I offered him a smile. He looked sad, and it hurt that she had embarrassed him in front of everyone like that. Griffin said nothing, but his jaw tensed, and his hand tightened on my jeans.
Paul, clearing his throat, ordered drinks for the table and then proceeded to start on his order. Turned out that mine was not that complex after all. I was loving the toasted sourdough bread with garlic butter and could have eaten an entire loaf on my own.
“This is really good.” I smiled, about to take another bite, when Griffin reached forwards, taking the piece from my hand and bringing it to his lips with a crunchy bite.
My open mouth had him laughing softly. “You’re right. It is good.” He then continued to eat my second piece.
The conversation was light, and not much was said as main was delivered. Paul and Griffin both got the rib eye, rare and bloody. My mouth began to water, but not in a good way. I felt sick and queasy. I forced myself to look away and start on my bowl of potato gnocchi, but it was not helping much.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I whispered, turning inwards towards him to keep my voice low. “Your lunch is making me want to throw up.”
Looking down at his plate, he clicked his tongue. “Uh, yeah. I was wishing they had pizza or burgers for adults on the menu. I’m hungover as all fuck.”
“We’ll pick up pizza and burgers afterwards.” I smiled, kissing him on the cheek, before I stood and excused myself.
I was not sick, but I felt like it. I just pulled out my phone as I sat on the toilet and read Harvey’s text over again. I had not responded to him. It was not a simple thing to answer. I felt like I deserved better, and if I wanted it, then I would have to make that change, but moments like this, with how he was being all sweet and romantic, made me want him more. I loved him and could not see a life without Griffin and his sons in it.
Shoving my phone back in my bag, I stood up to leave when I heard the bathroom door open and talking voices. Like any normal girl, I peered through the door crack to spy on them.
“Karen, she actually seems lovely. I think she might just be shy,” Theresa said, opening her purse and pulling out her lipstick. “The boys seem to be quite taken with her.”
Karen sighed and shook her head. “She’s after his money. She works in a café, and can’t give those boys a stable home. She’s trying to take them from me. Do you really want Griffin to marry a girl half his age? She walks around in her underwear, for crying out loud. You said you’d come down to help me get rid of her.”
“Calm down, sweetie. I called her a prostitute. I don’t think I could have offended her anymore although Griffin did introduce her as Brian’s girlfriend, to begin with.”
Her giggle was annoying. “So fucking hilarious. Wish I could have heard. She can’t stay there anymore. I want her gone.”
Theresa smiled as she checked her teeth for stains. “You want my son back? I think you need to take things further if you’re afraid of that happening. Make a move to get back with him. You have children together. You’ll always be family. She can’t take that bond away.”
My heart was hurting. How could his mother suggest that?
Karen, with a smile, brushed her hair to the side. “Don’t worry. I have something that’ll make him see we’re meant to be.”
“Well, then…” Theresa said, placing her lippy away back in her purse. I watched as she turned to face Karen and placed both her hands on either side of her shoulders. Her voice was determined as she spoke. “Get my son back and away from that young trashy thing. I don’t want her anywhere near my grandsons any longer.”
“Don’t worry. I told you before, she’s just a young pretty thing for him to get a thrill out of.”
I exited the bathroom a few moments after they had left and lingered by the fish tank for a moment before I made my way to the table again. I did not utter a word about what I had heard to anyone and played it cool, telling Griffin I was watching the fishes when he asked what took me so long. He leaned in, kissing me on my cheek and telling me he had chosen a raspberry crepe with whipped cream for dessert. I only smiled in return.
My mind was elsewhere.
All through lunch, it was all I could think about… this plan of hers to break us apart. What would she do? Would Griffin believe her and fall for it? No, I doubted it. There was really nothing she could do. She had done all the crazy things she could possibly do to hurt me.
I had thought her mother was defending me at first, but I should have known better. She wanted him and Karen back together. The entire conversation after I came out was just about them and reminiscing about the earlier years with the kids.
At the end of lunch, his parents were saying goodbye to us. After she had hugged Karen, she came towards me with a fake smile and put her arms out. As her lips went to touch my cheek in a goodbye kiss, I murmured in a voice low enough so only she would hear me, “I love your son, and you and Karen can do whatever you want to try and push me away… but I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t—”
“You really should make sure nobody is in the ladies room when you decide to talk about others.”
Her eyes grew wide, and I smiled with my own sweet fake smile.
“Everything alright?” Paul asked, coming over. “It was lovely to meet you, Ayla. Hope to see you again soon. I told Griffin to bring you down home for a visit. I’m sure you’d like to come out on the boat.”
I hugged him back, and did not miss the thunder glare from Karen, either. “Sounds great. We’ll have to do that.” Pulling away, I watched as the boys said goodbye.
After that, we all went our own ways, and the boys came home with us. Karen made a throat slitting signal behind them as she got out of the car, and I just gave her the finger on the sly. As if he would go back to her. She was crazy.
Burgers and pizza were devoured by us all, and our lazy Saturday was underway in the usual way—my favourite kind of way: movies, snacks, and pyjamas.
“You okay? You were pretty quiet through the rest of lunch.”
“I’m okay. Just want to watch a movie and snuggle on the couch.” I yawned as I curled into his side, placing my leg over his with the blanket pulled up close.
Toby and Mack were playing Xbox in their room while we were in the living room about to watch something on Netflix. I was not even paying attention.
Shifting slightly, so he was half leaning above me, he stroked his fingers through my hair soothingly. “Thank you for today. I know it wasn’t easy for you.”
“Are you happy with me? Like, really happy?” I asked. I did not mean for those words to slip out, but they did. “I mean, is there any part of you that wants to have your family back together for the sake of the boys?”
Without hesitation, he answered me. “Not at all. I love my sons, but Karen? I don’t love her, I feel nothing but anger and repulse for her. She lied to me too many times and destroyed any trust I had in her.”
“Because of the pregnancy?” I asked quietly.
“Yes. I was going to leave, but she announced she was pregnant, so I stayed for the sake of them.”
“Did you love her then?” I hated bringing up the past, but like I said, jealousy got the better of me. “I mean, I hear that men fall more in love when they watch their partner give birth.”
My head rose and lowered with his deep breath as his heart rate beat on a steady pace underneath my ear. “I should have,” he whispered, “but my only thought was how much I despised her.”
“You’ll tell me if you ever begin to despise me, right?” I looked up, needing a guarantee that he would never stay with me for the sake of it.
Placing a kiss on my forehead, he spoke against my skin as if in a promise, “You’re nothing like her.”
No. I definitely wasn’t.
Mack and Toby walked into the living room, scrunching their noses in disgust as they looked at us loved up and cuddling on the couch.
“Yes?” I said, and Griffin looked up. “Can we help you both?”
“We want to play Just Dance. Will you play with us?” Mack’s eyes lit up. “I’m on Ayla’s team.”
I giggled against the crook of his neck and smiled, looking up as Griffin groaned loudly. “Oh, I definitely want to watch you and your dorky dad dancing.”
“My dorky dad dancing was the reason you’re here with me now.” He smiled, tightly wrapping his arms around my body. “Alright, set it up, and we’ll play.”
***
The next few days passed, and nothing exciting really happened. Griffin and I had a free night, so we planned a date night at the café. Harvey was working, which did not seem to faze him as far as I could tell. I was excited to have a night out with my main man, have dinner, and then a movie afterwards.
I sat and sipped on my hot coffee, trying to keep myself awake as I held my phone out and snapped a picture of Griffin who was reading over the menu.
“Babe, you know what’s on the menu already.” I pointed out, yawning.
“I know.” He flashed a smile. “I’ll take a steak pie with sauce.”
How original. I rolled my eyes. “I think you need to take me out to a fancy restaurant for dinner. I’m over eating between here and home.”
“Am I not keeping you happy, dear?” He just grinned as he reached over, taking my hand. “I’ll surprise you next week with reservations somewhere expensive.”
I heard a slight scoff beside me as Harvey muttered not so quietly. “Money doesn’t keep people happy for long.”
Griffin did not respond as I shot Harvey a glare.
“I need to make a call outside. I won’t be long.”
As I watched him leave, I walked around the counter to where Harvey was. “What the hell is your problem?”
He shrugged. “Nothing. Just keeping him on his toes. Does he have any clue about next week?” he asked.
I grinned, forgetting all about my annoyance. My plan was underway. “Nope. Not a clue. It’s going to be great. The boys are at hers for that weekend.”
“Have you told her that you’re going away and not to call him?”
I scoffed. “No. Why would I tell her that? She would figure out some excuse to give the boys to him.”
“I can’t believe he dated her, let alone fucked her. I wouldn’t even touch it with someone else’s cock.”
“Umm…” I busted out laughing, bracing myself and sitting up on the counter top. “That’s disgusting.”
He was laughing hysterically, fixing his eyes on mine, and I thought for a moment that my heart would explode. The smile he wore was squeezing around my heart. There was pure joy between us. It was easy, and it was never complicated. My laughter died down as his hand began to reach up and tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. Our eyes were still connected, and a part of me worried that he was about to kiss me.
“Should do that more often.”
My brows furrowed together, confused. “Do what?”
“Smile. You’re so beautiful when you smile.”
Everything came to a sudden halt when the door closed, and we broke apart. Griffin was standing there, glaring with his jaw tightly clenched. His fists scrunched as he looked from me to Harvey and back again. “Get in my car. Now.”
“What?” I choked out.
“Dinner is over. Ayla, get in my fucking car now!” he growled as he turned and walked back outside. He was pissed.
“Umm… I’ll see you later. Sorry.” I did not know what I was apologising for. I just felt the need to.
“You don’t have to go with him. I can take you home,” Harvey whispered as I began to move off the counter. “He’s not your keeper.”
I looked at Griffin who was already in the car waiting for me. I smiled back to Harvey, giving him a slight shrug. “I have to go.”
“Hope he realises how fucking good he’s got it. Maybe if I treated you like shit, you’d come to me.” He grumbled, shaking his head as the horn out front honked loudly. “See you around, Ayla. Text me when you’re home, so I know you’re safe.”
Griffin floored the car before I even had my belt on. “What the fuck was that?” he asked, his words seeping with anger.
“What was what?” I asked back. I knew that he had seen Harvey and me. “There’s nothing going on between us.”
“Are you sure about that, Ayla?” He said through clenched teeth, taking a sharp corner and then slamming into a lower gear.
There was nothing between him and me; I was sure about that. “Yes. Now slow down and tell me about this expensive restaurant that you’re taking me to next week.” My hand slid over his groin, and he began to calm down as I unzipped his jeans and began stroking his already hard cock.
He was jealous, and I fucking loved it.