Drive Me Wild (Bellamy Creek #1)(59)

“Do storms bother you?” he asked.

“I was really scared of storms like this when I was little,” I explained. “We lived on a golf course, and once when I was small, I heard my parents talking about someone who’d been struck by lightning while playing. I was always convinced it was going to happen to me while I was playing outside.”

He held me a little tighter. “What were you like as a kid?”

“Hmmm. Talkative. Definitely talkative.”

A laugh rumbled in his chest. “I bet. Did you drive your parents crazy?”

“Yes, but not just them. I’d talk to anybody. I’m totally the girl who should have been abducted by the creep in the white van.”

“Part of me worries you’re still that girl.”

I snuggled closer. “I was also lonely.”

“Lonely?”

“Yeah, I didn’t have any siblings or close neighbor kids to play with. I was always by myself.”

“Or with your horse,” he teased.

I poked him in the side. “Fine. Or with my horse. But Alistair never wanted to play Barbies with me.”

He snorted. “That was your horse’s name? Alistair?”

“Yes. Alistair Peacock Beaufort.”

“You gave him your middle name, how cute.”

I picked up my head. “Did I tell you that was my middle name?”

“No. I saw it on your license the night we met.”

“Oh.” I grinned. “It’s a family name on my mother’s side. Did you think it was weird?”

“Kind of. But I thought it suited you.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, and he laughed.

“Mostly I thought there was no way Blair Peacock Beaufort would be interested in a guy like me.”

“Well,” I said, climbing on top of him. “You were wrong.”





I woke up Wednesday morning with an ache in my heart. Next to me, Griffin was still asleep, and rather than jump out of bed and get baking like I did most mornings, I lay on my side and watched him for a moment.

He was breathtakingly handsome even as he slept, and the sight of his muscular, tattooed shoulders and chest never failed to rile me up. Before I could stop myself, I reached over and traced the sharp edge of his jaw, then the rounded bulge of his bicep. His eyes opened.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hey.” He stretched, which made his muscles flex and my mouth water. “Is it time to get up already?”

“Pretty much.”

“But it’s still kinda dark.” He reached out and pulled me closer to him.

Smiling, I tucked my head beneath his chin, throwing an arm and a leg over his body. “Can we play hooky today?”

“We could, but I don’t think my employees or customers would like it very much.”

“Probably not.”

“But maybe we could be late,” he said, his hands stroking my shoulders, arms, back. “I mean, I do own the place.”

“That’s true,” I agreed, my hand sliding down his chiseled stomach to play with his cock, which was rock hard. “Do you always wake up like this?”

“Always? No. Often? Yes.”

“And what do you do about it?”

“I ignore it or I take care of it.”

“Like this?” I curled my fingers around his shaft and moved my hand up and down his length.

A laugh rumbled in his chest. “Sort of. Only not as gentle. I’m a little more aggressive about it.”

Intrigued, I sat up and tossed the covers back. Gave him a devious smile. “Show me.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Show you?”

“Yes.” I got on my knees and clasped my hands beneath my chin. “Please.”

A slow, sexy smile came over his mouth. “You’re such a bad girl.”

“I know.”

Propping himself up on one elbow, he took his cock in his hand, his grip tight as he moved his fist along its length. “Guess you meant it when you said you liked watching me.”

I nodded, wide-eyed as he began to move his body, thrusting slowly and rhythmically into his hand. His six-pack abs rippled. I might have whimpered.

“I’m thinking about you,” he said, his voice gravelly and deep, his eyes moving over my naked body. “I’m thinking about the way you taste, the way you move, the way it feels to get inside you.”

“Oh God,” I whispered, dying to touch him but not wanting to interrupt what was happening right in front of me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Instead, I spread my knees slightly, ran my hands up my inner thighs.

“Fuck yes,” Griffin growled through clenched teeth. “Let me watch you. Make yourself come for me.”

This was something I had never done before—never even thought about doing before—but I wasn’t the person I used to be. I felt braver with him. Unafraid to let him see me this way. I licked my fingertips, and his eyes followed my hand as I placed it between my thighs and began to rub my clit. The hum blossomed quickly beneath my touch.

Watching me, Griffin gripped his cock tighter, jerked himself harder, rocked his hips faster. The muscles of his arms bulged and flexed. His breath came in low, hushed exhalations, which grew louder and closer together as his movement got more frantic.