Page 369 of Seasons of Love
Griff moved down the bed and took my cock in his mouth as Mal sped up his pace in and out of me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and then moved so he was hitting my prostate with every thrust.
“I’m so close,” I said. I shut my eyes tightly as if that would stop me from coming too soon.
“Baby, I want to come inside you.”
For a moment, I thought Mal was speaking to me, but then I felt Griff nodding, and when I looked down, I saw him place his hand back on the bed.
His eyes were so dark and lustful, needy and warm. Griff was like walking through a door to shelter from the wind.
I thought I wanted red-hot, sexy, and dirty, but it was the way he looked at me that made the tingle I felt in my spine spread out to the rest of my body, which triggered my orgasm.
Mal held me as I spilled into Griff’s mouth and then through the aftershocks when I was positive I’d died and gone to heaven.
He kept running his hands over my sensitive skin while pulling out of me gently.
As Mal removed the condom, I noticed he hadn’t come. I was about to make a move, when Griff all but jumped onto Mal’s lap and attacked him like he hadn’t touched his husband in years.
Suddenly, I felt very much like that spare screw you always end up with after assembling flat-packed furniture.
The couple didn’t notice as I pulled my pants up and walked toward the door.
“Jake,” Griff called.
I looked at them, so beautiful in each other’s arms, and something in my chest felt so tight that I had to bring my hand up to rub the spot in the middle of my ribs.
There was a look of uncertainty in Mal’s eyes, and I thought I saw something that looked a lot like sadness in Griff’s. Unfortunately, I didn’t stay long enough to find out.
The cleaning cart was still in the supply closet, and I hadn't clocked out of my shift.
What I’d done was break all the rules, the resort’s and my own, and after all that, I still forgot the can of Lysol in the room.
The taste of Griff’s sweet tongue lingered in my mouth, and my ass stung deliciously, but there was no time to dwell on that because there was only one thing I could do.
It was time to go back to college.
Hopefully, by the time Zak arrived in a week, I’d be over whatever had just happened.
2
GRIFF
Six months later.
I looked around me at the mess. Despite the many moving boxes and packed items, our bedroom already looked empty. Devoid of any trace of everything that had happened within these four walls over the last two years.
The birthdays, the Christmas mornings, the breakfasts in bed, the late-night conversations, and lovemaking.
God, had it been two years already?
The only photo we had of our wedding day was still on top of the dresser. The date stamp on it confirmed that, two years ago tomorrow, I walked down the beach as the sun was setting, and in the presence of just two friends, married my best friend and love of my life.
My grandmother used to tell me, you feel too much, my dear. There is no such thing as love at first sight. Love is like a seed, you need to water it to grow, but you also need the sun. You can’t do it all on your own.
Of course she was right. Every relationship or friendship I’d had was always about me giving. The time, the attention, the love.
I thought that was just the way it was going to be until I met Mal, but by then, it was too late to tell my grandmother that love at first sight did exist, alongside the kind of love she believed in.
