Stitches

Oh, god, yes.

“You keep these right here,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” I murmur, watching him with interest.

His eyes narrow and I have to bite back a smile. He drags his hands down my sides, then grabs my legs and parts them, positioning himself at my entrance. Sebastian got me ready for him so I’m already drenched. Now Griff’s hips rock forward and his impressive cock sinks inside me. I exhale, my eyes rolling back as he fills me. Although I’m normally obedient, my left hand drifts to his shoulder so I can hold on.

As he pulls back and thrusts deep inside me, Griff’s strong hand locks around my wrist. This time he pins it above my head with much more force. Fire in his eyes, he tells me, “I said keep these up here.”

I hold his gaze, my heart kicking up a couple speeds. Some of that aggression I’ve been hearing about is painted all over his handsome face as he shoves inside me again and again. Instead of treating my body like the glass castle he was born to protect, he pounds inside me now, storming the gates, fucking me like I’m the one who’s been giving him so much grief and he’s here to punish me for it.

It’s fucking glorious. I try to move and he doesn’t let me. Now that he’s let himself off his leash, he uses me violently, shoves me around like a rag doll, flips me over and buries himself inside me from behind. He grabs a fistful of hair and yanks until I cry out, fucking me harder, taking instead of asking, possessing instead of worshipping.

They’re the same thing to me. Even as roughly as he handles my body now, he takes care to position me just right so he can hit my G-spot. Every delicious stroke of his cock winds me tighter and tighter, pushes me closer and closer to the precipice. I’m panting for him, my body pulled helplessly against his. One of his hands remains fisted in my hair, but now the other does the greatest thing—it drifts down to my sensitive clit. I gasp, throwing my head back against his shoulder. He rubs it while he fucks me, while he pulls my hair.

I come so hard my vision goes spotty, but Griff holds on, keeps rubbing me, keeps fucking me. He’s relentless. I’m exhausted. I’m spent. Until I’m not anymore. Until my toes start to curl and he drives me toward another impossible burst of pleasure. His fingers get me there first. My body feels so drained I try to get away from him, but he locks his arm around my neck and holds me in place. “Nope. You asked for it, now you’re gonna keep fucking taking it until I’m done with you.”

His words make me dizzy with desire, despite my exhaustion. He thrusts harder, deeper. He owns me, just like I wanted. Then he makes me come again, and it hits even harder than the first two times. I can’t think—I’m just pleasure in human form, clenching around his dick, crying out, trying to release some of the pleasure erupting inside of me to make it more manageable. He groans, pushes deep, and fills me with his cum.

I don’t try to move. He collapses on the bed behind me and drags me over to face him. I guess since I’m not moving, he tips my chin up, pushing my mess of dark hair back out of my face to check on me.

“You okay?”

I smile up at him and use what little strength I have left in my body to roll up against him, smashing my breasts against his side, draping my arm across his torso and pressing a kiss against his chest. “Oh, yes,” I assure him.

He offers a little smile back and strokes my hair. There’s so much tenderness in his touch and I’m still coasting along on a sea of bliss, so I can’t keep professions from tumbling right out of my mouth.

“I love you, Griff.”

His hand stills for a moment and I hear him swallow. Then his fingers resume their path through my hair and he murmurs back, “I love you, Moira.”

The bed creaks behind me as Sebastian sinks into his spot. I realize we completely left him out and I roll over halfway to look at him. “I’m sorry, honey. Give me a minute to get feeling back in my arms and I’ll get you off.”

Sebastian smirks, shaking his head. “You’re comfy. Don’t worry about it. You can get me in the morning.”

I reach back for his hand. He twines his fingers together with mine, but I need him closer. “Cuddle with me.”

He scoots closer, resting a hand on my hip and pressing his strong chest against my back. I can hear the steady rhythm of Griff’s heartbeat beneath my head, and feel the heat rolling off my husband as he cradles my body from behind.

Now everything is perfect.

24

Griff

I wake up to the unmistakable sounds of Moira getting fucked in the shower. The door is cracked open; I can hear the steady spray of water, the slap of skin against skin. Moira cries out at regular intervals. Sebastian says filthy fucking things to her. My cock stirs with interest but I ignore it. Doing my best to ignore them, I stretch out on the pillow-top mattress and catch the lavender scent of Moira on the pillow next to mine. A helpless smile splits my face.

I’m fucking happy. I shouldn’t be. My life is still in shambles, same as last night when I was miserable. Nothing’s really changed, so I should still feel like a sorry bastard in a shitty situation, but how can I when I get to wake up like this? All night Moira slept snuggled up against my side, content as a kitten wedged there between me and Seb.

I never dreamed we could both have this much. Sure, I’ve been riding Sebastian’s coattails professionally for years, pouring money I didn’t care about into his ideas, working toward his vision, but that wasn’t personally fulfilling. None of that ever made me happy. That was for Seb. It was his dream to have financial success, to make a name for himself. He’s the one who wanted all that stuff.

I wanted this. A family. A home. Something I could always count on, a safe place to call mine. I wanted to let in happiness; I just never felt comfortable enough to do it. While I never consciously admitted it, being with Ashley never had the feel of permanence. I had settle

d into the idea that she was it for me—I married her, after all—but I never had this feeling of being where I’m meant to be. I found an abandoned building I could squat in for a time, but it never felt like it belonged to me.

Even sharing Moira, this does. I’m sharing her with my best friend, with the only permanent person I’ve ever had in my life. It’s not something I would have sought out myself, but now I think I almost prefer sharing with him to having something that’s only mine. Maybe I failed to keep my own shoddy marriage afloat, but Seb can hold a ship steady through the most brutal of storms. Even if we eventually hit rougher waters, there’s more stability with all three of us working to keep things steady. What could be better than the three of us taking on life as one cohesive unit?

Seb and Moira emerge from the bathroom together. That first night I felt like an interloper, but now I’m perfectly comfortable with it. It doesn’t bother me that Moira’s face is flushed, her expression a little dreamy, and I know it’s because of what he was just doing to her. Especially after Ashley cheated, I would’ve thought something like that would rankle, but it’s entirely different; there’s no deception here, no malice, no selfishness. No one is doing anything to hurt anyone else. Moira isn’t just mine or his now, she’s ours. We both love her, we both fuck her, and that’s the way it is.