Working On Love (The Griffin Brothers Book 6)

by Crystal Perkins

  “Is she your girlfriend now, Uncle Miles?”

  “Yep. I’m a lucky guy, huh?”

  “I guess.” His face falls and I immediately drop down in front of him.

  “What’s wrong, buddy?”

  “You probably won’t have time for my Little League team anymore. And you won’t want to go on any rides with me this weekend.”

  “Of course I’ll have time for your team. I promised you that I’d be the coach, and I try to keep my promises. Is it okay if Alex comes to the games, though?”

  “You want to come, Alex?”

  “I’d love to, Landon. And as for this weekend, I’m afraid of heights, so I won’t go on Splash Mountain or the big rollercoaster at California Adventure. Miles is all yours for those. You can go on the other rides with us, too.”

  “As long as it’s not that Small World place.”

  “That’s my girl’s favorite. I’ll be on there for hours with her.”

  “Doesn’t it make you crazy? All those weird dolls singing is creepy!”

  “Nah. I get to hold her hand in the dark and maybe even steal a kiss. Plus, she goes on Space Mountain with me. She’s okay with that one since its dark and she can’t see.”

  “Come on Land,” Quinn calls as their elevator arrives.

  “He’s a good kid.”

  “That he is.”

  “You’re going to coach his team? I almost forgot that my boyfriend was a big baseball star in high school.”

  “College too, baby. Don’t forget college. And yes, I’m going to coach. I’m glad you’ll be at the games. I want to be with you as much as possible.”

  “Umm, hello. Do you really think I’m going to let you go there alone in your jeans and a baseball shirt? Those women would be all over you.”

  “You’re the only one I want all over me.”

  “That can be arranged.”

  “We don’t have to. I mean, you have a suite. I can sleep on the pull-out couch.”

  Our elevator arrives before she can respond. It’s a quiet ride up to the room since her uncles are all surrounding us. They sent their wives up in the other elevator. I guess this is their last shot at intimidation. It’s not working. I’m so hard I’m afraid my cock’s going to break if it doesn’t get some relief soon.

  We get off the elevator on our floor, and Alex opens our door with the key card. I put my bag on the couch and take hers into the bedroom. She follows me in. When I turn to leave the room, I see she’s crying.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “You don’t want me.”

  “What? Are you insane?” I pull her to me so she can feel how hard I am. “Do you feel that? That’s all you.”

  “Why do you want to sleep on the couch, then?”

  “I don’t want to sleep on the couch. But I also don’t want to pressure you.”

  “Pressure me? I’m the one who invited you on this trip and said I wanted you in my room with me.”

  “I wasn’t sure if that was for me, or to piss off your uncles some more.”

  She surprises me by pulling back a little and grabbing my hand. She slides it under her dress until my fingers meet the lace of her panties. Her very wet panties. Fuck.

  “Does that give you your answer?”

  “Yes,” I tell her as I twist my fingers, earning me a beautiful moan.

  She pulls me to her, kissing me hard. I let her have the lead again. I’ll take control once I think she’s ready for it. She pushes my jacket off my shoulders and onto the floor. I already took my tie off, so she starts pulling my shirt out of my pants. Her mouth moves from mine to lick my neck. Okay, so my control may not last as long as she needs. I’m really trying, though.

  I start pulling the pins out her hair as she gets her hands under my shirt and rubs my abs. “Oh my God. They feel as good as they look.”

  “When did you look at my abs, Xandy?”

  “You played basketball in the gym a week ago. Your team was ‘skins,’ remember?”

  “You were watching me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Only me? Or was there some other hot young guy you wanted?”

  “You. Just you. Now shut up and kiss me.”

  I do as she asks, moving my hands to her zipper now that I have her hair free. I unzip her as she tears the buttons from my shirt. Hot damn. I almost came in my pants from that.

  “Feeling a little out of control?” I ask her with a chuckle.

  “I’m a lot out of control. I-I’ve never felt this way. I need you, Miles. Please.”

  “You’ve got me. I’m all yours. Tell me what you want.”

  “Anything. Everything.”

  “No. We both know that’s not true.”

  “It is. I honestly don’t care how we do it. You can tie me up, spank me, anything. I just want it.”

  That’s so not going to happen. She may think she wants those things, but one of us has to keep our head in the game. I can’t have her regretting anything about what we’re going to do. I finish unzipping her dress as I kiss her neck. I push down the straps and let it fall to the ground.

  “Beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her as I step back to look at her.

  She’s in a simple black strapless bra and those lace panties I was touching a few minutes ago. Her skin is so creamy, and pale, with a few freckles here and there. I bend over to lick one on her ribs. She told me to do what I want, so I’m going to. I undo the clasp on her bra, and then rip her panties off. They were hiding what I want.

  I lift her up and place her on the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs wide. I kneel down and start kissing from her knee to her thigh and then repeat the action on her other leg. I’m leaning over to place one leg over my shoulder when she stops me.

  “My shoes.”

  “Are staying on.”

  That’s the last thing I say before my mouth is on her. She bows up off the bed as I lick her clit. I slide my hands up her stomach to play with her tits. They fit perfectly in my hands, and I realize I like that. A lot. They were made for me and my hands. She’s moaning and calling out my name, but she’s not quite there yet.

  I know what she needs so I grab her left hand and place it under mine, making her pinch her nipple. Once I’m sure she’ll keep it up, I put my right hand between her legs and plunge two fingers into her. That’s it. Exactly what I knew she needed.

  “Miles. Oh my God. Miles,” she screams as she thrashes above me, digging her nails into my shoulders and contracting against my fingers and mouth. She falls back onto the bed, panting hard. I undress myself as I start to climb back on the bed, but remember to grab a condom first. How did I almost forget that?

  I throw the condom next to her on the bed as I kiss my way up her ribs. Both tits get some attention from my mouth and tongue, before I continue my travels to her shoulders and neck. When I reach her mouth, I hover over her as she opens her eyes.

  “Happy Birthday, Xandy.” I’d looked at the clock and its 12:01.

  “Best birthday ever.”

  “It’s not over yet. Unless you want it to be.” I’ll stop if that’s what she wants. It’ll be hard, but I’ll do it.

  “I only had one orgasm. I need my other eighteen.”

  “Eighteen?”

  “Well, you have until midnight, but if you don’t think you can…”

  “Oh, I can. I definitely can. You’re getting one to grow on, too.”

  * * *

  Alex

  The damn alarm is going off and I know we need to get up. But we just fell asleep two hours ago. Well, more like passed out two hours ago. Miles has me two-thirds of the way to my birthday goal. I’ve been kissed, licked, fingered, bitten, and fucked to within an inch of my life, and I’ve loved every minute of it.

  “We have to get up, don’t we?”

  “Yes. We do. My uncles will come looking for us if we don’t make it to breakfast in time.”

  “Do we have time to shower together?”

  “If we
just shower.” God, I don’t want to just shower. I’m sore, but I want him so bad.

  “You should go first, then.”

  “Can’t just shower with me, huh Corrigan?”

  “Nope. Not even gonna lie. If I get in that shower with you, I’m going to do more than wash you up.”

  “Ooh. Did you want to wash me down?”

  “You have five seconds to get in that shower or down is exactly where I’m going to be.”

  I jump out of bed. I don’t need my uncles walking in on us. I shower as quickly as possible and throw on jean shorts and a turquoise t-shirt. I’m pulling my hair into a pony tail when I realize something. My bra and panties are, well, boring. I didn’t expect to have Miles here with me. So I brought plain cotton bras and panties. Great. I’ve got the king of all sex gods in my bed, and I’m in plain cotton.

  “Xandy, are you okay?”

  “Umm, yeah.”

  Miles opens the door before I have a chance to react. “What’s wrong?”

  “N-nothing.”

  “We both know that’s not true. Are you regretting what we did?”

  “What? No. God no. It was perfect, and I think I’m the definition of insatiable when it comes to you.”

  “Ditto. So what’s bothering you?”

  I might as well get it out. He’ll see later, anyway. “I wasn’t expecting you to come on this trip with me, so I didn’t pack anything sexy. My bra and panties are just plain cotton. Boring. I’m sorry.”

  “Well, my underwear’s plain cotton, too. So I’m also sorry. We’ll just have to rip it all off faster so neither one of us is embarrassed.” He kisses me hard and then swats my butt. “Out you go, sexy woman. I need to shower.”

  I walk out into the bedroom with a smile on my face. It grows even bigger when I see what’s on the bed. There’s a big Ziploc bag full of lemon jelly beans. My favorite. He remembered and sorted them. Just like he used to do for me in Florida. Tears are running down my face as I clutch the bag to my chest.

  I’m still standing there when he comes out of the bathroom. “Xandy? Do you not like those anymore?”

  “I love them,” I sniffle. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

  “Of course I remember.”

  “You probably could’ve bought them instead of sorting through bags.”

  “I know, but I wanted you to see that I’m willing to work for you.”

  “You did that last night.”

  “I remember that, too.”

  “I wish we had more time.”

  “We have forever.”

  “I love you, Miles.”

  “I love you, too.”

  He holds my hand as we walk to the elevator and doesn’t let go when we walk into the lobby and see everyone waiting for us.

  “We were just going to send a search party for you.”

  “We’re right on time, and you know it, Chloe.”

  Everyone laughs and then I get a round of hugs and kisses for my birthday. We get on the monorail, and it’s a short ride to Disneyland for our Character Breakfast. Yes, I know. I’m an adult now. But it’s still fun to see the characters and eat Mickey Waffles.

  It’s an hour later, and I’m about to eat my last waffle, when I notice it’s gone off my plate. “Did you steal my Mickey waffle, Miles?”

  “You always give me your last waffle.”

  “When I was thirteen I gave you my last waffle, jerk. I was going to eat that.”

  “Sorry. I thought I was being cute. I’ll go get you another one.”

  “Two.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he tells me with a salute.

  He comes back with three waffles and a smirk. “Three?”

  “Yeah. Then I can still eat your last one.”

  “You’re so damn cute,” I tell him as I kiss him lightly.

  “No. Just no. No kissing. I’m gonna be sick.”

  “Shut it, Owe. You kiss your man as much as you want, Alex.”

  “I plan to, Candi,” I respond as I give Miles a longer kiss.

  My uncles all groan, but keep their mouths shut. I think they realize that the more they complain, the more I’m going to kiss him in front of them. We all finish eating and then head out to the park. It’s going to be crazy when the park opens to the public. It is summer after all. But, that’s the best part. Plus, we have VIP access to get on the rides easier. It’s just like old times for me and Miles. Well, with hand holding and kissing this time. So it’s actually much better.

  The day goes by fast in a whirlwind of rides, snacks, and food. And yes, we did go on It’s a Small World ten times. Oh, and shopping. Lots of shopping that Miles refused to let me pay for. I tried to argue that I’m a billionaire, too, but he was having none of it. We took Landon with us for a couple of hours, and then I let them spend an hour alone while I snuck back to the hotel to pick up my surprise from the concierge desk.

  Miles also slipped me a couple more presents during the day. A Tiffany key necklace and a Swatch watch. I was obsessed with both of those things when I was thirteen, and, once again, he remembered. I wanted a Tiffany key, but my mom and dad refused to spoil me saying I was too young. I never bought one for myself when I could. However, I did have a Swatch and thought I was so cool. Miles indulged me then, just as he did today as I flashed it around like it was the crown jewels. I feel like I’m in one constant swoon around him and his romance.

  My grandparents are joining us for dinner with all my little cousins. The parks are too much for them to spend all day at, especially the babies. We’re dining at a place that will allow us to watch World of Color from our seats. I can’t wait for Miles to see it. We have to make it out of the room first, though.

  We came back here to change an hour ago and we still don’t have any clothes on. I’ve gotten three more of my birthday orgasms as well as two more presents. VIP Tickets to Justin Timberlake’s next Vegas concert and nineteen IKEA milk chocolate bars. Two more things I was obsessed with six years ago. The room was also filled with every kind of flower possible, on every surface available. He’s going to swoon me into the ground if he keeps this up.

  “Is this the last of the presents?”

  “Nope. There’s one more for right before midnight.”

  “I love them, but you didn’t have to do this.”

  “Yes I did. You’re getting a present for every birthday I missed. I know you love them. I’ve seen you smiling all day. I like knowing that I put that smile on your face.”

  “You did. And it’s not just the presents, I hope you know that.”

  “I do. We better get dressed before they really do send a search party for us.”

  “We have a half hour before we have to be downstairs.”

  “Good. I’ll have time to get pretty.”

  “Oh? Are you trying to pick someone up tonight?”

  “No. I’m trying to make myself look at least half as good as my gorgeous girlfriend. I don’t want people to think I’m a pity date.”

  I burst out laughing. How can I not? Miles is the epitome of gorgeous. From the top of his dark brown and blonde hair to his bedroom eyes, eight pack, and well, a little further down. I can’t even talk about his cock without my mouth watering. Not to mention the stubble he’s let grow out a little. He’s like a 100 and I’m maybe an 8. On my best day.

  “What’s so funny? You think I can’t do it?”

  “I think you’re delusional. You are one of the hottest people on the planet, and I’m…well, I’m not.”

  “Alex. Don’t joke. You have to know how gorgeous and smoking hot you are.”

  “No. My hair was boring until I added the red, my face is plain, my breasts are average, and I’m just, well, on the thin side. Blah.”

  He shakes his head and grabs my hand, pulling me to the floor length mirror. I try to cover myself, but he grabs my hands in one of his while using the other to tilt my chin up. He makes me look at myself in just my necklace and watch while he starts talking to me.

 
“I’m going to tell you what I see, so look closely. Hair that’s so soft and sexy, whether you keep it curly, sleek, or pulled back into a pony tail. I can’t get enough of running my fingers through it. Your face could launch ships, baby. You know you have those Griffin green eyes that make people of all ages, religions, and sexual orientations fall to their knees. You also have cheekbones a model would kill for and the sexiest lips I’ve ever tasted. Your neck and shoulders just beg for me to mark them, but I don’t want to embarrass you, so I’ve been behaving. As for your tits, well, they’re perfect. They were made for my hands. Seriously, look how they fit.”

  I watch in the mirror as he releases me to cup my breasts. He’s right. They do fit perfectly. I gift him with a smile for showing me what I’ve refused to see.

  “There’s my girl, but I’m not done yet. I love your flat stomach and the way your hips just flare out slightly. Yes, you’re thin. But you’re also healthy, and that’s what’s most important. Your belly button’s sexy, too, and I could lick it for hours. Just like I could, and will, lick your exquisitely beautiful pussy below it. I love the hair you left on top of your mound, while keeping the rest of yourself bare. I fucking love it. Beyond that, you have a perfect ass, thighs, knees, calves, and feet. Oh, and I forgot to mention your back, arms, and fingers. It’s all beautiful and so very sexy to me. You’re those things, Xandy.”

  “Thank you for showing me.”

  “Anytime you need it, I’ll remind you. Now, I really do need to go prettify myself.”

  “Prettify? Is that even a word.”

  “Yep. Look it up if you don’t believe me,” he tells me as I walk into the bathroom.

  Chapter 6

  Miles

  I walk out of the bathroom ten minutes later and stop in my tracks. Alex is standing in front of the dresser mirror putting on diamond stud earrings. But, that’s not what stopped me in my tracks. It’s her dress, if you can even call it that. It’s metallic, super short, and from what I can see in the mirror, low cut. What the hell?

  “You were coming here to look for a guy, weren’t you?”

  “What?” She whips her head around and looks at me like I grew a second head.