Breaking Old Habits

by Melissa Bender

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  A week went on, and we did not really do a whole lot. Griffin spoke with his lawyer at least once a day. The guy needed to pull his finger out and figure out something that would get our boys back.

  It was just a waiting game. We had to wait and see it out. At least the boys were coming to stay with us this weekend. Only five more days.

  I was hanging the washing out when Griffin walked outside, lighting up a cigarette as he made his way over. “How about we take that drive?”

  “Today?” I asked, shocked. It was a Monday.

  He nodded. “We never did get to tell my parents we’re married. You can see my hometown, go out on Dad’s boat, and fuck in the ocean.”

  I grinned. “I’m not having sex in the middle of an ocean. There are sharks about, you know.”

  “I’ll keep you safe, baby.” His arms slipped around my waist from behind as he pulled me back against his chest. “I just need to get out of the house and go for a drive somewhere. Being here, it’s—”

  “Too quiet?” I knew the feeling. It was weird that it was just us around here. The boys made noise and fought. I missed that. “Let’s go then. You pack our bags, and I’ll finish up here. Then we can head off.”

  Spur of the moment road trips bring back so many fun memories for us.

  Three towns in, and I had swallowed his load. We had a thing where whenever we passed a new town, or somewhere we had not been, we fucked. If he was driving and could not stop, I sucked him off. Where was my orgasm in all of this? That would come in the next town over.

  It was almost nightfall when he pulled into a long driveway. His parent’s house was not the mansion I had expected, just a small house that looked on the older side—until we walked inside. That was where the money was. Holy crap. It was like walking into a museum. I was afraid to move in case I bumped and broke something.

  “Well, this certainly is a surprising visit. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Paul, Griffin's dad asked, taking the bag from his son and setting it by the staircase.

  Griffin just shrugged. “Thought I’d show Ayla around and take up your offer for that fishing trip.”

  Oh, yes. That was the reason we were visiting. I had my hand pulled up into my sleeve, nervous for when we had to announce that we had gotten married without them there. We technically did invite them, but they just chose not to turn up and visit our new home. Not our fault.

  He smiled warmly. “Ah, yes. Tomorrow we’ll make a day of it. Ever been fishing before, Ayla?”

  “Only with this guy,” I grinned, nudging Griffin beside me. “I only hold the rod though.”

  “She does it well.” He was being crude, and my cheeks flamed. I nudged him again, harder this time, with my elbow. Griffin just laughed as his father was unaware of our banter. “Where’s Mum? She knocked herself out with one too many bottles of wine?”

  I wanted to laugh but did not. On the inside, I was hysterically cracking up.

  Paul laughed, shaking his head. “Oh no, she’s in the kitchen. Talking with Jodie.”

  “Jodie?” I asked. I did not think he had ever mentioned a Jodie before.

  “She cooks. Mum’s probably going over the menu for tomorrow with her,” Griffin answered as if having a personal cook was the most normal thing in the world. Umm… No, moneybags, it isn’t.

  I nodded. “Ahh, so you plan ahead. Good idea.” Guess that was one way to be organised.

  Griffin shrugged, pulling off his beanie and brushing a hand through his hair. His dad had not even noticed he had shaved the beard and cut the hair short. It was strange. They claimed to love him, but from what I had seen, they were absent parents. There was no real emotional connection between them; they were more like friends—acquaintances, even. I guess they thought money was enough to buy his love.

  “Anyway—” Clearing his throat, Paul pointed up the staircase—“You two get settled in, and we’ll have a bite to eat unless you’ve already eaten?”

  “Nope. Starving.” I grinned, following Griffin who already took our bags. “He wouldn’t stop for food.” He had no problem stopping for sex, though.

  The bedroom looked like one of those posh hotel rooms, complete with a small mint on the pillow. I frowned, looking around more and noticing some old trophies and photos hanging on the wall. “Is this your old room?”

  “Yep,” was his sharp reply.

  “But it looks…” How do I put this nicely? “It’s really nice.” Too nice for a kid’s room.

  “It’s my mother.” He grinned picking up the mint and began to tear open the gold foil wrapper as he flopped on the bed. “I think I was an only child for a reason. She didn’t like mess and did nightly room checks. When I was around fifteen, I left some old, muddy soccer clothes out, and she went berserk.”

  “What did she do?”

  “Hit me with some walking stick and then banned me from playing soccer again. Threw out all my stuff, and then made the room to her liking.”

  She sounded OCD and insane—extremely insane.

  I sat by his feet, definitely too scared to make a mess of anything. “She loves the boys. Does she ever get mad when they make a mess?”

  “Course, she does. Why do you think I never bring them here?” He grinned. “I grew up very well off, but I never wanted to be like them. Who the hell needs vases and statues in their house?”

  I grinned. “Bugger, I was going to start buying them.”

  “I’ll knock them over when I get drunk, baby. Waste of money.”

  “Luckily, you’ve got tons of it.”

  He laughed once more and then picked up the other mint from the other pillow. “We. Mine is yours, remember?”

  How could I forget? He reminded me of that daily. “What does your dad do to have made so much money?” I did not know that much about his parents other than they were filthy rich and snobbish.

  “Dad worked in a gold mine then started up his own trucking company. Mum used to work at a salon just before I was born.” He placed the chocolate in his mouth and bit down with a wink. “Want some?”

  Licking my lips, I gave him a slight brow wiggle. “You know I want some, Daddy.”

  His smile went wider to a shit-eating grin, laughing loudly. “You have to stop calling me that, pretty. I can’t get a hard dick with you talking like that.”

  Laughing, I shook my head. “Nope. I love calling you that… only because you hate it so much.”

  With a soft sigh, he finished his chocolate and propped himself up with the navy blue pillows behind his back. “I feel empty without them around. I miss the sight of Mack reading his books or having Toby nagging about what he can eat. I guess when we have a little one, it won’t be so quiet. Just wish things were different.”

  “So do I.” I felt the same as he did. Without thinking, I asked. “Did Karen ever come here?” I looked down at the bed as I thought in my mind of her and him sharing this bed together.

  “No. No woman has ever slept in this bed before. I’ll finally get to fuck in it too.” He winked, nudging me with his toes. “Maybe there’s a hot chick who wants to get naked in bed with me?”

  I pretended to be annoyed. “Hmm, looks like I’ll be kicking some arse while we’re up here.”

  “You don’t want to share me?” He was teasing me back with a twinkle in his eye.

  “I definitely won’t be sharing you, never ever.” I then gave a smirk of my own. “Unless you feel like sharing me?”

  He snorted, turning serious. “Over my dead body would I share you. Even then, I’ll make sure that never happens. You only get one cock for the rest of your life. Now come up and sit on it.”

  Laughing, I began to crawl up his legs and over his lap. “Mmm… is that so?” I definitely loved that thought. “Luckily for you, I only have eyes for one man, and he’s got my heart.”

  “Same, baby.” He smiled, reaching and running his fingers through my hair.

  Completely straddling his lap, I leant in, placing my hands flat
against his chest. “How about we get started? Or are you too sore after that last go?”

  His hands were now on my ass, cupping as he gave them a firm squeeze. “Not sore.” His eyes wandered down to my low-cut black top. “Those tits… I’m going to fuck them later too.”

  “What else?” I breathed out, feeling the heat pooling between my thighs. “Tell me what else.”

  My hand reached for his jeans, cupping his balls and giving them a squeeze as I rubbed my palm against him, stroking through his pants. He let out a low groan.

  “I’ll have you on all fours, slamming my cock into you from behind.”

  “Yes… What else?”

  “I’m going to eat your pussy. I’ll drown in it.”

  Oh, god. I almost came just imagining just how his tongue would lap me up, devouring me. I was stroking him faster as his cock strained against the fabric of his jeans. “I want that… so much.”

  His hands slid up my waist, working on my top. We broke away, sitting up as he lifted my top off and tossed it to the floor. I wasted no time in getting his off as well. His chest definitely did not need to be covered up right now.

  “Is it wrong that I feel like I’m fucking a complete stranger with your haircut and all?” I asked. My fingers ran through his short locks, tugging on them.

  A sexy hissing sound came from the back of his throat as he buried his face between my cleavage, kissing and nuzzling. “As long as you realise you’re married to this stranger, then go for it.”

  Giggling, I grinded down against him, circling my hips to feel his thick erection against me. “I’ll even moan your name when I come.” His hips flexed up. “Oh, god. That feels so good.”

  His husky voice whispered in my ear. “I love hearing my name from you when you’re getting off.”

  “Make me come. You owe me two.” I was ready to collect them.

  He was suddenly on my back. His hard body pressed against mine, grinding down against my hips as I wrapped my legs around his thighs. “Fuck... I could come like this.” His mouth came crashing down, kissing me powerfully as our bodies rubbed against one another, hiding our moans through kissing. His hand was against my cheek as he kissed me deeply.

  His tongue completely dominated my mouth, pulling away only to latch onto my neck. Cupping a breast, he pinched a nipple and created another surge in my lower belly. I could definitely come like this too.

  “I love you.” My fingers dragged down his back and over his ass, pulling him against me once more.

  “You’re the sexiest woman. Fuck, I love being married to you.” He groaned and attacked my mouth once more with his.

  “Married?”

  The shocked whisper, so softly spoken, was like a bucket of ice and water being poured over us.

  We tore apart, both looking in the direction of the voice.

  Shoot. Not good. Very, very bad.

  His mother stood there, eyes widened to the brim as she saw us half-naked and getting it on.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  “Married?” she asked again, still staring at us.

  Oh, my god. Get the hell out. My fingers tightened on Griffin’s ass, warning him to get rid of her now.

  “Get out, Mum, now!” Griffin’s strained voice came from above me. His body had not moved from mine, and I think it was to keep my half-naked body out of sight from her. “We’ll be down in a minute.”

  Her lips pursed, but she nodded. She backed out of the room before leaving, slamming the door behind her. Griffin fell beside me with a deep groan and adjusted his groin region, muttering about needing to blow before his balls fell off.

  I just smiled, scrambling out of bed to find my shirt. “This isn’t cool.”

  “Ayla, stop stressing.”

  My eyes widened at him. How could he be so calm? “Griffin, she walked in on us practically having sex.”

  “We weren’t naked.”

  “I was about to have an orgasm. I think it’s pretty close to sex.”

  “My dick wasn’t in you.”

  Point taken. “Do you think we have time to—?” I desperately wanted to fuck. I was horny.

  He smirked. “Baby, I know. Trust me, I want to as well. But we literally have—” he glanced at his watch—“forty seconds before she comes in here again.”

  He was not kidding. We were just on our way down the stairs when she flew back up them like a bat from hell. Spinning around when she saw us coming down, she stormed into a room off the hallway.

  “Paul, get in here now!” she called out. “Griffin, you too!”

  I cringed at her tone. “I should wait out here or drive back home.”

  Griffin took hold of my hand with a grin. “If I’m getting scolded, so are you, baby. You were fornicating her son.”

  “I’ll tell her you forced me to call you daddy.” I teased. “I’ll say you’re into that.”

  His eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”

  No, I would not, but seeing that reaction was totally worth it. “Come on.” I sighed. “The sooner we do this, the sooner we can go have unprotected sex.”

  His hands slipped around my waist, pulling me flush to his chest with a grin. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

  The room we were in appeared to be a formal sitting area. His mother sat on the leather couch, holding a martini with two olives on a stick, while Paul stood by the fireplace, a cigar in his hand and a type of drink in the other. Scotch, maybe.

  “When were you going to tell us? Did you elope?” she asked, finally looking our way. Her eyes glanced down to my ring, and I unintentionally covered it with my other hand.

  Griffin rested his hand against my lower back and led me to the couch. “We had married a couple months ago. You were invited but chose not to come, remember?”

  “I don’t remember that.” Paul looked absolutely baffled. “We haven’t been invited. Were we Theresa?”

  She shrugged. “There was a message left on the phone, but we don’t attend anywhere without a formal invitation. There was nothing about an engagement, just about a moving in dinner.”

  “It was a surprise. We chose to marry that night,” I felt the need to say. Formal invitation my ass.

  Sighing, she turned away. “Look, Griffin, I’m saddened you chose to marry without us. How do the boys feel about it? I can imagine they’re quite upset.”

  The mention of the kids tugged at my heart. Griffin did not make it obvious to him. “They were extremely excited, and I’m sure you’re well aware that Karen had full custody. It’s going to take some time to adjust to that.”

  It would take more than time.

  “Drink?” Theresa asked, changing the subject quickly.

  I shook my head. Now was not the time for drinking. “No, thanks.” See, I could be polite.

  Griffin also, said no. “No, thanks. Pretty tired.”

  “Didn’t look that way moments ago,” she muttered, bringing the glass to her lips. “You are in our home. I am appalled to have walked in on my child acting like a wild teenager.”

  I blushed. Griffin? Not so much as he responded back to her. “We’re adults, you should have knocked.”

  She continued, ignoring him. “I don’t know how I feel about you both sharing a room.”

  “We’re married. We’re not sleeping separately. Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “Seems like you didn’t believe in that before you married either,” she said under her breath, not at all trying to hide it.

  I was offended. I might look like the type to have had a few dicks inside me, but there was only one who has been there, and I married him. “That’s none of your business.” I could not stop myself. She was not going to walk all over me or insult us.

  “In my house, young lady, it is my business.”

  “You should have knocked.”

  Her eyes narrowed, and her lips formed a thin line. “I wasn’t expecting you to be half undressed flaunting yourself.”

  I almost rolled my eyes, and Griffin sunk
back more and stretched his legs out. “Mum, no disrespect, but you have to stop. Ayla isn’t what you’re implying, and I won’t sit and listen to you insult her. She’s my wife, and when the bedroom door is shut, you either knock or don’t come in.”

  “I did knock!” She spat. “You two were… I can’t even say it. I have heard and seen far too much.”

  Oh, god.

  “We’re adults.”

  “I felt like I had witnessed something pornographic. It was vile.”

  “It’s called foreplay.”

  Her eyes bulged, and my cheeks flamed. He just blurted that right out without a care.

  “Umm, well… not exactly.” I corrected, not making our case any easier. Technically, there was no oral, and to me, that was definitely needed in foreplay.

  Griffin stood up and cleared his throat. “Look, enough talk. I’m a grown man, and you need to accept that. As for Ayla, she’s my wife which you also need to accept. If you have a problem with it, then we’ll get a hotel for the night or go sleep on the boat.”

  That seemed to have scared her. Jumping up out of her seat, she shook her head. “No. You just got here, and it’s been some time since we last seen you.”

  “Not my fault,” Griffin said, once again taking his seat. “You don’t bother to call me. I get an email now and then, asking how the boys are, and that’s it.”

  She sighed, rubbing her temples as she picked her martini back up. “How’s Karen?”

  I blinked twice. Did she really just ask him that? Umm, hello? Current wife in the house!

  “Probably getting off to finally screwing me—just not in the way she’d like.”

  I cringed at his reply. That was disgusting and so mentally disturbing on so many levels.

  Paul coughed, almost choking on his drink as he set it down on the coaster. “We heard you lost custody of the boys. How could you let them slip away like that? You should have called us. We’d have written a cheque or helped you get a better lawyer.”

  “Because he was a fool in the first place. If they’d stayed together, then none of this would have happened. I tell you, throwing away your family and giving your children divorced parents is the worst mistake you could possibly make.” Theresa rolled her disapproving eyes.