Building Our Love (Griffin Brothers #2) (10 page)

“I definitely would
have.”

“I just feel bad
about it,” she continues. “I’ve never thought of myself as a
girl who would go after someone else’s guy.”

“I’ve only ever
been your guy, Chloe. You know that. Even after we broke up, there
was no one but you.”

“I’ve always been
yours, too.”

“Even when you were
with Adam?” I can’t stop the venom that enters my voice.

Chloe flinches and
looks down. “Yes, even then.”

“Then why, Chlo? Why
did you break up with me?”

“I-I can’t tell
you. I want to, but I can’t. Just please know that I’ve always
loved you.”

I ask the question that
has always been in the back of my mind. “Did he threaten you?”

“No, he didn’t
threaten me,” she replies with a sad smile.

I hear her put the
emphasis on that last word, but it doesn’t make sense. God knows,
that idiot was never a threat to me. Until he took my girl. “You
always said you couldn’t stand that bastard, and then you left me
for him after we, well you know. Was it that bad for you? I tried to
make it okay even though it was awkward.” I have to ask even though
it embarrasses me.

Chloe’s eyes flash as
she grabs my chin and looks into my eyes. “Never think that my
breaking up with you had anything to do with that night. It was
awkward, which I imagine losing your virginity is for everyone. But
it was also beautiful and I have never felt as loved as I did that
night. I really can’t tell you why I broke up with you. Please stop
asking. I don’t want to have that between us. I know you can’t
forget what I did to you, but can you get past it? Can it be enough
for you to know that I love you and, that I don’t plan to ever let
you go again?”

“If I couldn’t get
past it, we wouldn’t be sitting here together right now. It is
enough that you’re here, and I don’t want the past to come
between us either. I’m not going to let you go, either. So don’t
try to break up with me again, sweetheart.” I smile to let her know
that I’m really fine. And I am. I don’t think I can ever stop
wanting to know what made her leave me, but I can put it aside and be
happy to have my girl back.

“So, it looks like
the party is winding down. I’d like to see your apartment, but mine
is closer.” She nods at the guesthouse.

“We can head to my
place tomorrow. If I let you out of your bed, that is.”

“Promises, promises,
Ry.”

I grab her hand and
pull her to her feet. “I promise I’m going to make you come so
many times in the next 24 hours that you may lose consciousness.” I
move my hand to her back and lead her inside of her place, locking
the door behind us.

Chloe

Ryan stays behind me as
we walk into my living room. “Now, I know that I said I was going
to take you to your bed, but we haven’t properly christened the
rest of the downstairs yet. I do love that big couch of yours, but
you have these big, comfy chairs, too. I think we should start
there.” He is undoing the button on the top of my dress as he says
this.

As he caresses my spine
and starts on my zipper, I respond. “You want me on top of you on
the chair, Ry?”

“No. Well, yes, but
that’s not what I had in mind. I was thinking that you could kneel
on the chair and hold onto the back while I take you from behind.”
He pushes my dress from my shoulders, and it drops to the ground. I
hear him growl as it falls. “You only had a bra on under there?
This whole night you were bare and ready for me?” He slides one
hand around to the front of me, sliding it through my wet folds.

“Y-yes. I wanted to
be ready in case you wanted me.”

“The fact that you
can even doubt that I want you means I’m not doing a good enough
job in showing you how you affect me. So, let me tell you. Chloe,
sweetheart, there’s not one minute that I’m in your presence
where I’m not rock hard for you.” He turns me to face him and
looks me in the eye. “I want to touch you, and taste you, and bury
my cock in you all day, every day. Tonight I’m going to do my best
to prove that to you.” He leans down and pulls one of my breasts
free from my bra and takes it in his mouth.

“I want you too,
Ryan. Always. Every day. Please make love to me.”

He reaches around me
and undoes my bra. It falls to the ground, and he lifts his mouth
long enough to answer me. “Soon, Chlo, soon. First, I need to touch
and taste.” He picks me up and carries me to my breakfast bar,
laying me across the top of it. “I knew this would be the perfect
height.” He leans over and plays with my breasts, alternating
between the two until I don’t think I can take anymore. He stops
and moves down to my ankles.

He pulls me to the edge
of the counter, bends his head and licks across my folds. “So good,
Chloe. Now, spread your legs for me and let me fuck you with my
tongue.”

He proceeds to do just
that, licking, sucking and biting until I’m moaning and writhing
under him. He finally slides two fingers in me and I fly off the
counter coming so hard I may really lose consciousness. He slows his
fingers and his mouth as I come down.

“I knew you wanted my
fingers, but since you wouldn’t take them at dinner, I had to make
you wait.”

It takes me a moment
before I can speak. “Your idea of punishment seems more about
giving me pleasure.”

He moves up to stand
next to me, looking down at me with a smile. “Of course, Chloe. You
should know by now that all I want to do is give you pleasure.” I
pull him to me, kissing him with all I have. I can taste myself on
him. I know he likes that—he used to tell me how hot it was for me
to kiss him with my cum on his lips.

“Now, it’s my turn
to give you pleasure.” I start to move off of the counter, but he
stops me.

“No, Chlo. You did
that for two weeks while taking nothing for yourself. I owe you those
orgasms.”

“I’m not keeping
score, Ryan. And I love having you in my mouth. You know that.” I
take off his jacket and start on his tie. “If you won’t let me do
that, then help me get your clothes off so that you can take me on
the chair.”

Since I’m still on
the high counter, I take care of his shirt while he removes his
pants, boxer, and shoes. He reaches down for his wallet. “I only
have one condom. I hope you have more.”

“We don’t need
them.” I tell him as I pull him back up to me. “I went on the
pill right before I got to Vegas. It’s been long enough for them to
take effect. If you’re clean, we can go without. I know that I’m
clean.” After all, I have only been with him.

“Yeah. I am. I’m
clean. I just got tested a couple of months ago and I’ve always
used a condom with the women I’ve been with.”

That hurts. I can’t
lie. I know he was with other women while we were apart, but it hurts
for him to say it. I make myself smile, though. “What are we
waiting for, then?”

He picks me up and
takes me to one of my tufted chairs, setting me down on my knees. I
grab onto the back of the chair as I spread my legs and tilt my ass
up. “Damn, woman. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my
life.” That makes me feel a little better. Okay, a lot better.

He positions himself
behind me, bracing his knees on the edge of the chair. Then he is
thrusting into me, holding onto my hips. “Ryan,” I can’t help
but call out as he fills me completely.

“Yeah, sweetheart. It
feels good, doesn’t it? Having me filling your pussy up. I love
feeling you with nothing in between us. Hold on tight because it’s
only going to get better.”

He pulls all the way
out and slams back in. “Tell me, Chloe. Tell me how you like it.
Say the words for me.”

“I love it. I love
you cock.”

“Lucky for you that
my cock loves you, too. You can have it whenever you want it.
Anytime. You just spread your legs, and I’ll be inside of you.”
He is thrusting fast and hard as he dirty talks me. Then he moves one
of his hands from my hip to knead and pinch my breast. I arch back
into him.

“Anytime? So I can
spread out on your desk?” He growls in response. “Or pull you
into a closet or bathroom if we’re at an event or party so that I
can have my way with you?”

“Fuck yes. Any of it.
All of it.” He’s starting to lose control, and then he moves his
hand from my breast down to my clit. He pinches and rubs, and I’m
thrusting my hips back to meet him as I feel the tension coiling in
me. “Come for me, Chlo. I need you to come for me again.” One
more twist of his fingers, and I’m doing just that, screaming as
his body shudders and jerks. He lets out one of those primal roars I
love and then we both collapse against the chair, breathing hard.

“God, Chloe. Just,
just…God.”

“Right back at you,
Ryan.”

We both start laughing
as he turns us so that I’m sitting on his lap. “I love you,
Chlo.”

“I love you too, Ry.”

We stay on the chair,
kissing and cuddling as we both recover. It doesn’t take long for
things to become passionate, and Ryan is hard again. “OK, I think
the downstairs has been shown enough love. It’s time for your bed.”

Ryan picks me up and
carries me up the stairs. Before putting me down, he asks me, “Would
you like to be on top this time?”

“Do you want me to
be?”

“Yeah, I would. I
want you to ride my cock.”

“I haven’t done
that before so I hope I do okay.” I hate that I have to admit it,
but what if I suck at riding him/ Disappointing Ryan would be worse
than admitting my lack of experience.

* * *

Ryan

I look at Chloe in
wonder. “You’ve never done that?”

“No.” She looks
embarrassed, but I’m more turned on than ever.

“What else haven’t
you done before?” I really want to know because I want to do it all
with her. I was her first lover and knowing I can be her first for
different positions is bringing the alpha in me to life. That’s
been happening a lot around her, I can’t help but notice. I’m
definitely feeling like a caveman around my woman.

“What we just did.”
She’s looking down now. I sit next to her and pull her chin up,
telling her with my eyes that she doesn’t need to be embarrassed.
“You know, from behind. I mean we did it the other night, but that
was my first time. And I haven’t done anything else. I mean, there
are things I won’t do and you know what those are from when we used
to talk about them.” I nod. “So, yeah, I’ve only ever done
missionary.”

“That’s so fucking
hot for me, Chloe. You have no idea. I’ll help you ride me if you
want to do it.”

She smiles at me. “I
do want to try. If I do it badly, will you tell me and we can just go
back to you being on top?”

“Chloe, there’s no
way for you to do it badly. In fact, I’m sure that we’re both
going to love it. But if you don’t, we can do it however you want.”
I climb to the top of the bed and lay down on my back. “Come here,
sweetheart.”

Chloe climbs over me
and sits on my thighs, behind my cock, which is practically begging
to be inside of her. “Just position yourself over me and slide
down.” She does,and it feels like Heaven. I know that sounds
cheesy, but it’s true. Her lips part and her head goes back, so I
know she likes it, too. “Now, just start moving, Chlo. I’ll help
you find a rhythm.” I grab her hips and start moving her. I twist
her hips on every few thrusts. After a couple of minutes, she finds
the rhythm, and I can move my hands away.

“There you go. I’m
going to let go of your hips, so you should probably hold onto your
headboard or my shoulders.”

“You don’t want to
touch me while I ride you?” She asks, breathlessly.

“I’m going to touch
you, Chloe. This position gives me the luxury of easily touching your
breasts and clit. I’m going to start with your breasts but if you
need me to play with your clit, too, I will.” I start caressing her
breasts and moving my thumbs over her nipples as she arches into me
and twists her hips like I showed her.

“I-I won’t need it.
I don’t think.” She holds onto my shoulders, and I lean up to
suck her nipple into my mouth while I continue with my hands on both.
I suck the other one and then start licking them while I talk to her.
Talking dirty turns us both on.

“Yeah? Are you going
to come for me again?” She’s moving faster now.

“Yes.” She can
barely get the word out as she starts to lose control.

I keep licking and
caressing her until she goes rigid and screams my name again, which
takes me over with her. God, I love that my girl is a screamer. I
tell her that as I pull her down next to me. “It’s so fucking hot
that you scream my name when you come.”

“Your roar is pretty
fucking hot, too.”

“Roar?”

“Yes, you do this
primal roar thing when you come.”

“Huh. I guess I do,”
I say, thinking about it. “So we’re both fucking hot, then.” I
stretch out my arms under the pillow and feel a plastic bag. “What’s
this?” I ask as I pull it out.

A look of panic comes
over Chloe’s face and she tries to turn and grab it, but I already
have it out from under the pillow. “Is this one of my old
t-shirts?”

She sits up and faces
away from me. “Yeah, it is.”

I look closer, and I
know exactly which shirt it is. “You told me you couldn’t find
this one.”

“I know what I told
you. I-I just needed it.” She sounds defensive, and I don’t want
to fight with her over a shirt, but I have to know why it’s under
her pillow in a Ziploc bag.

“Why, Chloe? Why did
you need the shirt I wore the night we first made love? And why is it
in this bag?”

She tries to move off
the bed, but I grab her arm, forcing her to answer me. “I needed
something from that night since I wasn’t going to have you anymore.
It’s in the bag because I wanted to preserve the smell of you on it
for as long as possible.”