Neanderthal by Avery Flynn

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Griff

PDA had never been Griff’s style until Kinsey, but even if they hadn’t been high enough up that only the birds flying over the park could get a view of them, he easily would have become Mr. Public Display if that meant getting to touch Kinsey right now.

His balls ached, and if his cock got any harder for her, he’d be worried about permanent damage—it would be worth it, but still. Keeping his gaze locked on her, he stopped walking toward her long enough to grab a condom out of his wallet and tried to remember a work problem—any problem—that he could think through in the back of his head so he wouldn’t come the second he sank between her creamy thighs. For the first time in his life, he came up completely blank.

There was only Kinsey.

Not just the naked sex goddess in front of him, but all the different versions of her.

The woman who couldn’t find a dance beat with a map and a flashlight.

The one who could solve any problem—including how to fix pie display case motors.

The one whose brain worked on Autobahn speeds in a world where everyone else thought at the speed of seniors walking at the mall.

The one who joined a dating site just to save a guy the embarrassment and help him win a gift from his grandma.

The one who changed his whole life just by walking into his gym.

Whatever it took to make her happy, he’d do it.

He rolled on the condom as she watched, her gaze hot and hungry. Fuck. There was nothing in the world like having her look at him like she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

“So I suppose you’ve already worked out how this is gonna happen,” she said, lifting her hand that had just been buried between her legs and holding it up to him.

“Absolutely.” He wrapped his fingers around her delicate wrist and tugged her off the chaise, lifting her hand up to his mouth. Never looking away from her, he sucked her sweetness off, relishing the taste of her. “I’m going to sit back, and you’re going to ride me so I can play with those perfect tits of yours while you fuck me just the way you want.”

“What about what you want?”

“That is what I want. Babe, there is nothing in the world that will make me come harder than watching you get off.”

He wasn’t lying—not even close. Dixon wanted to rule the world. Nash wanted to manipulate it. All Griff wanted was Kinsey.

He gave his cock a hard squeeze and sat down on the chaise. Kinsey flashed him a wicked grin and swung a leg over his hip to straddle him.

“My, my, my, what do I want to do first?” She walked her fingers down his chest and followed the line of hair from his belly button to his junk, grasping ahold of him by the base and lowering herself slowly down, enveloping him in her slick heat. “Oh yeah, that’s exactly what I want.”

He grabbed her hips, holding her still on his cock—even that had his vision blurring. Kinsey must have seen something on his face, the truth must have slipped through, because her gaze softened and she leaned down, cupped his cheeks, and kissed him. It wasn’t like the others. It was sweet instead of demanding. It was full of promises and possibilities and forever. It was everything he wanted, and he didn’t imagine it. He couldn’t have, because when she broke contact and undulated her hips in a slow, steady rhythm, there was something different in how she looked at him—as if she saw what could be, too.

God, this woman, what she did to him. He wanted to yell out that he loved her, shout it loud enough that the world would hear, but she wasn’t ready. Saying anything now would just freak her out. He had to show her instead.

Reaching up, he grabbed ahold of her silky hair, fisting it and tugging on it. Kinsey moaned out a “fuck yeah” and sped up her hips.

“Look at you, taking what’s yours.” He raised his ass off the chaise, thrusting upward to meet her downward strokes. “Damn, you look sexy as hell, babe. Does it feel good?”

She bit down on her bottom lip, her hands going to her tits, cupping them, rolling her nipples, and nodded.

“What do you want?” he asked, curling up so he could suck on her nipples.

She let out a gasp of pleasure when he did. “More.”

“Then take it.” He trailed kisses up her neck as she ground her core against him, undulating and rubbing herself against him. “I’m yours, babe.”

“More,” she said, making it sound like a plea and a demand at the same time.

“All yours.” He tweaked her nipples, then rolled the rose-pink peaks between his thumb and finger, pulling them taut. “Only yours.”

She planted her hands behind her on his legs, her eyes dark with lust as she chased her orgasm. “Griff.”

“Yeah, babe, that’s it.” He grasped her hips again, lifting her and pulling her back down, each stroke the best kind of torture because it wasn’t enough—he didn’t think it ever could be. Touching Kinsey. Fucking her. Being with her as she took her pleasure. He’d never get enough of it. “Ride that dick.”

Pistoning his hips, he drove into her hard and sure as she dug her nails into his thighs and moaned, her core tightening around him. Whatever it took, he’d do it, just to make her happy, to give her everything she wanted. She was his. He was hers.

“Griff,” she cried out, her orgasm making her core clench around him.

Her entire body went stiff as she came, and he put the mind-blowing beauty of it to memory. Her hair was going every direction, tiny tendrils near her temples damp with sweat, and her face was flush. She barely had her eyes open as her body started to loosen, but all of her focus was on him. She saw him just as much as he saw her. The realization of it punched him in the gut.

Before he could wonder if she found the real him lacking, he flipped them over, brought her legs up so her heels were on his shoulders, and thrust into her, sliding home again and again and again until he couldn’t hold back any longer and he came, his orgasm slamming into him harder than an opponent’s fist in the ring.

Breaths coming in harsh pants, he swung her legs down and pulled out, getting rid of the condom in a bin next to the chaise. Then he tugged her close so her ass was tucked in against him and his arms were wrapped around her. Her breathing was steady as they lay there and came back to reality, one fast heartbeat at a time.

“What are we doing, Griff?” she asked, the question coming out soft, as if she couldn’t believe she hadn’t unwound the riddle yet.

He had an answer for that, but it was one he couldn’t share. “Whatever you want.”

“Things at work are tense, and you being a Beckett definitely would jeopardize that…if we were dating for real, that is… I mean, I know this is just for a bet, just fun,” she said, a slight tremble in her voice.

Because he couldn’t imagine ever letting her go, he trailed a stream of soft kisses across her shoulder. “I can wait.”

The second the words were out of his mouth, he caught his mistake. He couldn’t scare her off, make her feel trapped, overwhelm her like a caveman intent on making his claim no matter what.

She stiffened in his arms, and he silently cursed his mistake. She’d caught his slip. Of course she had. She was Kinsey. So before she could ask for clarification on what he meant, he rolled her so they were facing each other and kissed her, putting everything he could into it so the only thing in the world there was at that moment was them and the promise of tomorrow.