Pieces Of Us (Angel Sands 6)

“Yeah. Well somebody should be.”

“I called my dad,” Griff told her. She blinked at the abrupt change in subject.

“When?”

“Tonight at the hospital. Called him to tell him about Sam and me being in the hospital. Sam’s been his best friend since they were kids. I figured he’d want to know he was in a bad way. Especially seeing as I was helping Sam at his request.”

Autumn ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. “You did the right thing.”

Another mirthless laugh. “Yeah, well not according to him. He asked why I couldn’t have waited until he was awake to call him, then told me to send him a message later.” He shook his head. “He hung up on me without even asking how I was.”

Autumn winced, her heart aching for him. “I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t know why I bothered. Neither of them came to see me in the hospital when I was a kid and got hurt. Why the hell would they care about me as an adult?”

“You bothered because you care,” she told him, cupping his rough cheeks and tilting his head down until his brow was touching hers. “Because every kid deserves parents who love them. And they should love you, Griff. Not just because it’s natural, but because you’re a good man. A strong man.” She slid her nose against his, then softly kissed him. “You’re loveable.”

She felt lost. As though there was no way of making his sadness go away. But then he kissed her again, his mouth hot and needy, and she felt herself melt against him as his tongue ran along the seam of her lip.

She snaked her hands around his neck, steadying herself as his own hands roamed over her back, her side, her stomach. Then he pushed her hoodie up more, letting out a strangled groan as his fingers traced the fabric of her bra. “What’s this?” he asked, touching the satin ribbon.

“It’s new,” she whispered against his lips. “I bought it last night and was wearing it for you.”

His eyes brightened. “You bought it for me?”

“Yeah. I had it all planned out.” She shook her head. It felt like years ago that she went shopping with the girls, not last night. “I was going to be laying on the bed, wearing the lingerie and some new shoes. But then Lucas arrived and I grabbed the first clothes I could find and went with him to the beach.”

“Did he see this?” he asked, dipping his finger into one of the cups, tracing the swell of her breast.

“No.” She let out a sigh as he grazed her nipple. “I was covered up.”

“Good. Now go into your room and lay on the bed the way you planned.”

“You need rest,” she protested, but when she saw the expression on his face she closed her lips. God, he looked hot. His gaze was intent, eyes narrowed as he looked at her. A pulse of desire shot through her body.

He needed this. She knew that much. And maybe she did, too. There was only so many things that words could say. Their bodies would do the rest.

21

Griff rolled over on the mattress, pain shooting through his back muscles and making him groan. Bright sunlight was spilling in through the cracks in the curtains of Autumn’s bedroom, and he blinked his eyes open, lifting his head to look around.

The space next to him was empty, though the pretty panties he’d all but ripped off her last night – or more specifically this morning – were still there, the vivid pink ribbon a contrast to the pale whiteness of the sheets. His lips curled at the memory of her standing there, her eyes never leaving his as he told her in a deep, needy voice, what she had to do. He’d never seen her look so beautiful. Or so vulnerable. She’d made him feel about ten feet tall.

His stomach rumbled like an approaching storm. When was the last time he’d eaten? It growled again, as though it was answering him.

About twenty hours ago, you asshole.

He grabbed the drawstring pants they’d given him at the hospital, pulling them over his bruised legs. Catching sight of himself in her dresser mirror, he raked his fingers through his hair to neaten it up, then gave up. It was a fool’s battle.

Autumn was sitting cross legged on the sofa, her laptop balanced on her thighs, a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and in those cut-off shorts and tank top she looked more like a college girl than a business woman.

“Hey.” She smiled brightly when she saw him. “I didn’t hear you get up.”

“I’m silent like a ninja,” he joked, and she rewarded him with a laugh. “Can I use your phone to call the hospital? I want to see how Sam’s doing.”

“I just called. He’s doing good. They’re hoping to release him tomorrow. I said you’d probably visit him later.”

His eyes crinkled as he looked at her. “Thank you.”