Dirty Letters(41)

Leaning up on my knees, I wrapped my hands around the thick girth of him and looked up before lowering my head.

Griffin’s voice was strained when he spoke. “You’re so beautiful right now.”

I smiled and, without a word, wrapped my hand around the base and took him into my mouth—our eyes staying locked the entire time.

“Jesus Christ.”

I bobbed up and down a few times, finding my rhythm, and fluttered my tongue along the underside of his crown. Griffin groaned and fisted handfuls of my hair. I loved how his lust made him grow rougher. His bound hands guided my head down farther and then tugged to make me rise again. I’d started this, but he was definitely taking over control. “Fuck. Just like that. That feels so good.”

Griffin lifted his hips and began to pump into my mouth. I was so turned on that I was certain if I reached down and touched myself for even two seconds, I’d set myself off.

“Luca . . .” Griff gave my hair a slight tug—a warning. But I fought against it and kept going.

He spoke louder, likely thinking I hadn’t heard him the first time. “Babe. I’m gonna come.”

I lifted my eyes to meet his, letting him know that I’d definitely heard him, and then sucked him as deep as I possibly could.

“Fuck . . .”

Griffin gripped my hair even harder and pumped twice more before stilling my head. His entire body shook as the heat of his orgasm spurted into my throat.

After, his chest heaved up and down. I was the one performing neck aerobics with a full mouth, yet he was panting like he’d just run a marathon. Griffin released my hair and struggled to catch his breath. “Jesus, Luca. You’re really fucking good at that.”

I felt gratified at his praise. “I told you, the For Dummies series of porn.”

He laughed. “What else do they have? I’m ordering every movie they ever produced as soon as I get the strength to lift my arms and take out my phone.”

I got up from the floor and snuggled up against Griffin’s side. “Pretty sure they had Anal for Dummies, Sixty-Nine for Dummies, and Ménage à Trois for Dummies, too. But I only watched the one.”

“I’ll be buying the first two but not the Ménage one. Not sharing you, babe.”

Warmth spread through me, but then a thought hit me and a chill pushed back whatever comfort I’d started to enjoy. Groupie and rock star. This was the life that Griffin led. I was certain he had a line of women who would do what I’d just done for him after every performance. They probably believed he was singing to them, too.

I’d gone quiet and Griffin noticed. He stroked my hair. “What’s going on in that head of yours, babe?”

“Nothing.”

He pulled up his jeans and boxers and turned to look at me. “Talk to me, Luca. What just happened? We were good, and then we weren’t.”

I shook my head and looked down. “Sorry. It’s stupid.”

Griffin tilted my chin to look up at him. “Spill it, Vinetti.”

I sighed. “I guess . . . well . . . you said you weren’t sharing me, and I was just thinking you must have dozens of women ready to drop to their knees after a concert. Or at the snap of your fingers, even.”

Griffin held my eyes. “I wish I could make you feel better by telling you that I don’t. But I’m not going to lie to you. There definitely is opportunity. But that doesn’t mean I want to take it. I know you just got here, and our situation is a little unique, but I wasn’t kidding when I said you were my girl. You are my girl, Luca. And you know what? That’s probably not the most convenient thing for either one of us, considering our circumstances. But that doesn’t change how I feel. I haven’t been with another woman in almost two months—since you answered my first letter again. Just because I might have women willing doesn’t mean I’m willing. You’re my girl, Luca. We’re going to figure this shit out.”

My eyes started to water. I wanted to have his optimism and courage, but I was terrified. Griffin had been honest with me, so I did the same. “I’m scared to be your girl.”

He smiled sadly and cupped my cheek. “It’s okay. I know you, Luca. Being scared only lasts for a little while, then you do something brave. We’re not in a rush. We’ve waited so many years already. What’s a little longer?”

I turned my head into his hand and kissed his palm. “Thank you, Griffin.”

He kissed my forehead and kept his lips pressed against me. I felt his smile grow against my skin. “Pretty sure I should be thanking you after what just went down.”





CHAPTER 18

GRIFFIN


I really wanted Luca to enjoy her last hours in California. I knew that meant doing everything in my power to make sure we continued to avoid crowds tonight. While I hoped that someday she could overcome her phobia, it wasn’t going to happen overnight and certainly not during this trip. I had to roll with it and try not to push her in any way.

Aiden had arranged for a car to pick us up at my house. The driver was instructed to take back roads. I’d rented a private room at my favorite restaurant, which had a back entrance frequently offered up to celebrities. It allowed access right into a dining room, which was kept separate from where the other patrons ate. I knew the manager pretty well and trusted his discretion. Marcus was also good at making sure his employees kept mum about my presence. So I felt confident taking Luca there.