Boxed Set: Traitorous Heart Volumes 1-6 (The Traitorous Heart Series)

by Wilde, Breena

  CHAPTER 7

  Griffin

  I watched the exchange between Katie and Reid from my table above the bar. It was hidden. Not many people knew about the space up there. It made for some privacy when I wanted to be alone with a girl, or me and the band just wanted to hang out.

  When Katie chucked the ring at Reid I realized he was the guy she was engaged to. Not fucking Reid. I wanted to beat the asshole to a pulp. Why hadn’t anyone told her what kind of a man he was? Birdy had been part of our group growing up. We’d partied together in high school. She knew first hand how awful Reid was. So why hadn’t she said something?

  I felt a need to protect the girl. The emotion curled its way through my heart. It was a sensation I hadn’t experienced before and I wasn’t sure how to take it. Was the feeling there because she rejected me?

  She drank a shot and headed toward the door. I knew she was leaving and I didn’t want her to go without me.

  “Catch you guys tomorrow.”

  I saluted and left, hurrying down the back stairs and taking the service elevator to the main floor. I almost missed her.

  “Am I taking you home?” the driver asked her.

  Katie gave me a nervous look. One that said she wanted what we’d talked about earlier, but she was nervous too.

  “Did you want to go back to my place?”

  She swallowed. Licked her lips. My cock shifted. I loved the way her tongue slid against her lips. I wanted that tongue on my body, in my mouth.

  “Whatever you want,” I said, my voice hoarse.

  “Give Vern your address then,” she said.

  I did. And we’d been riding in silence since. I sensed her nervousness, her sadness. More than I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to make her feel better. That was unusual and I had no idea how to go about it.

  “Is the limo yours?” I finally asked.

  She shook her head. “No. My roommate’s.”

  “Nice.”

  “Yeah, she’s a keeper.” Katie poured herself a shot of vodka. “Want one?”

  “Sure.” I took the filled shot glass from her and downed it.

  She drank hers and quickly poured herself another.

  “You uneasy?” I sat my glass down and clasped my hands together. “We don’t have to do this, if you’ve changed your mind.”

  Katie consumed the shot and leaned back, closing her eyes. I scooted next to her, unable to help but admire the curve of her thighs. I touched her knee. She flinched, but didn’t move away. I slowly caressed upward. Her skin tightened at my touch.

  “It’s been too long,” she said quietly.

  I watched her face, saw the tears leaking from her eyes, and stopped. “Maybe Vern should just take you home.”

  She opened her eyes and studied me. “I want this.” She sat up, took my hand, and placed it on her thigh just under her skirt. “I need this. But it’s just one night. I know you’re a one-night stand kind of guy. That’s what I want. Tonight only. But you aren’t allowed to fall in love with me, got it?” A sad smile splayed across her lips. Even in pain, she was joking.

  A thought flitted across my mind that if I could ever fall in love with someone it would probably be her, but I pushed that away.

  “Don’t worry. I don’t believe in love.” I moved my hand further up her skirt and brushed at her panties and the skin underneath. She gasped. My cock hardened.

  “One incredible night, Katie. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  “You better.” She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. I caught it with mine and suckled.

  She moaned, leaning against my chest. Her hands moved into my hair and it felt like that was where they’d always belonged. I pressed her mouth open and stuck my tongue deep in her mouth, tasting her, discovering, moving it in and out. Our lips found an easy rhythm full of our need and passion. Usually it took a few tries to get the kiss right. With Katie it was like our lips were designed specifically for each other.

  Vern cleared his throat. “We have arrived, Miss Jayne.” The driver climbed out of the car and opened the door.

  Katie and I broke apart. The look on her face said it all. Tonight would be fucking amazing.

  CHAPTER 8

  Katie

  Griffin was by far the best kisser ever. His lips were just the right softness yet equally firm. When Vern interrupted us it took every last effort to pull away. I didn’t want to be parted from his lips.

  “Did you want me to wait?” Vern asked.

  I didn’t need confirmation from Griffin to know the answer. “No, thank you. I’ll find another ride home.”

  Griffin grabbed my hand and rushed me toward the entrance. His apartment was on the Upper East Side. There was a doorman.

  “Hey Herbert,” Griffin said as we walked through the door.

  “Sir,” the older man replied.

  By the bored look on Herbert’s face I gathered Griffin coming home with a girl wasn’t an unusual occurrence.

  Griffin pulled me through the lobby and to the elevators, where we rode up to the top floor. The sexual tension was so tight between us I thought we might combust. Thankfully we reached the top and the doors pinged open.

  There was only one door on the entire floor and it belonged to billionaire playboy Griffin Maxwell. For some reason that made me nervous, like I was about to enter the richest, most seductive lion’s den in existence. It made me shiver.

  Griffin took keys from his front pocket, unlocked the door, and pulled me inside. As soon as the door was closed he pressed me against it, his lips on mine once again.

  I sighed into his mouth.

  His hands went into my hair and he pulled my head up, kissing down my neck. “The whole time I was singing I was thinking about doing this to your body, Katie.”

  My name on his lips sent sharp lust into my pussy. I pulled on the waist of his pants, undoing his jeans and pushing them off his body. He untied my top and pulled it away from my breasts. I watched him look at them, loved the desire I saw in his eyes. He kicked off his pants and picked me up.

  I squealed.

  “I’m taking you to bed, Katie. Your body demands I fuck you properly.”

  I didn’t know how to take it, but I liked the sound of it. I liked the words on his lips and the sound they made when they came out.

  He carried me through a living area. It was dark so I couldn’t see the decorations. When we reached his bedroom he turned on the light. The room was very masculine. Clean. The bedding was black. There were sleek black nightstands on either side of the king sized bed. The carpet was white.

  He set me down.

  There was a look, a kindness in his eyes. “Last chance to back out.”

  In answer, I grabbed his cock through his underwear and pushed his boxer-briefs off, exposing his very large shaft. “I don’t want to back out.”

  That was the truth. I wanted him to fuck me so badly, just thinking about it made me wet. I wrapped my hand around his cock, caressing him. “I want you to keep your promise. I want you to make me feel good.”

  “Katie.” My name sounded like a song on his lips. They were like chocolate and I wanted to suck on them.

  Griffin unbuttoned his shirt. I watched him, mesmerized by his languid movements. His body was so toned, the skin taut and tanned. And his tattoos? They were strange and exotic. I wanted to study each one in detail—up close.

  “I like your tattoos.” I reached out to touch the one on his abdomen and he smiled, pushing me back on his bed. When my ass hit the mattress he kneeled in from on me, pressing my knees wide. He leaned forward and ran his tongue over my pussy. It was as though my red lace panties didn’t even exist. I shook, the feeling so amazing I couldn’t control myself. He pushed my skirt up past my ass to my waist and spread my legs even wider. My pussy lips parted and I felt my panties pull to one side so I was completely exposed. I leaned up on my elbows, waiting to see what he would do next, not wanting to miss a single second.

  “You�
�re exquisite, Katie.” With his eyes locked on mine, he pushed a finger inside me. “God, you’re so wet.” He pulled out his finger and stuck it in his mouth.

  I wondered momentarily why he wasn’t worried about diseases, but I guessed because I said it’d been too long he knew I couldn’t have anything.

  Maybe I should worry. He was a rocker and he didn’t have the best reputation.

  “Should I—”

  He pushed his finger back in and bent over, suckling my clit. I threw my head back, moaning.

  “Be worried about where that tongue has been?” I asked, panting.

  Griffin chuckled, low and sexy. God, part of me didn’t care.

  “I get checked once a month and I’m always careful.” Griffin licked down my slit and pushed his tongue inside.

  “Hmmmm.” I was satisfied. Enough. I let myself fall on the bed so I could put my hands in his hair. I closed my eyes and focused on the magic happening between my legs.

  He went back and forth between finger fucking and tongue fucking me. Slow. Sensual. In and out. In and out.

  My body clenched as my need built. “I’m going to come,” I said, licking my lips, trying to breathe. “Fuck, that feels good.” I came undone around his fingers. Wave upon wave rolled through my body.

  After several seconds I opened my eyes. Griffin smiled, reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed a condom. He put it on and then scooted himself to enter me. I ran my hands up and down his abs, stroking the tattoo that said BELIEVE until he took my hands and placed them over my head. With one hand holding both of mine he leaned over and kissed between my breasts. I felt his cock press against my clit and I tipped my hips into him.

  Griffin smiled. “So needy, Katie.” He caressed one breast in his hand, kneading my nipple between his thumb and first finger.

  I gasped.

  Then his tongue was on my other breast. He suckled and kissed and licked. It felt incredible, so fucking incredible I never wanted him to stop. I was lost in the feeling until he slid his cock inside me. Slowly. He was huge. He filled me up. It’d been so long, and I hadn’t had sex with a big man like him before.

  His eyes caught mine. “You aren’t a virgin, right?”

  “No, I’m not,” I said between breaths, grateful I’d experienced my first time with someone smaller.

  Griffin took his time, easing himself deeper inside me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pressing myself closer.

  “Fuck, Katie. You’re so tight.” He was holding himself up, trying not to take it too fast, but I wanted him to move.

  “Griffin, fuck me.”

  At my words, concern gave way to lust and desire. He pushed himself in all the way. I bit my lip.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. God, no. You feel so good.” I grabbed at his hips, cupped his ass, begged him with my eyes and my body to fuck me.

  That was all the encouragement he needed. He slid in and out. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Another orgasm was building.

  I closed my eyes, desperate to feel every bit of what he was doing to my body, knowing this was it. Griffin was wild, a rocker, something akin to what my parents were. I wanted order, structure. I had a plan.

  But just for tonight I would fuck Griffin and I would enjoy every last second.

  He covered me with his body, wrapping me in his warmth as his cock and my pussy slammed into each other. For the briefest moment it felt like we were one. I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.

  It was amazing. Incredible.

  I came again and felt him come soon after.

  Our breathing was heavy. Neither of us said anything for a long time. We just held each other.

  “Fuck, Katie. That was mind-blowing.”

  I nodded, licking my lips. He captured my tongue in his mouth and suckled. It was slow and sweet and the perfect ending to what had just happened.

  We stopped kissing and he looked at me. “You’ll stay the night, right?”

  “If you want.” I didn’t want to mess up his routine, whatever that was.

  He kissed me again. “I’m not through with you.”

  I smiled and caressed his cheek with the back of my hand.

  “Good.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Griffin

  I lay next to Katie for a while after our incredible sex, unable to sleep. I was too keyed up, too hyper aware of her body next to mine and the way I’d felt while we fucked.

  It was something new, something amazing. And totally not what I was looking for.

  I didn’t know if she was asleep. Her breathing seemed normal, but not deep like someone sleeping. I guessed she wasn’t. Pushing the covers off, I got up and walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and climbed in. The hot water helped me regain focus. She was just another girl, albeit a beautiful, smart, and sexy one. Still, just a girl. Not anything special, I lied to myself.

  “Mind if I join you?”

  She stepped into the shower. I watched as she picked up the soap and washed her body. When she lathered her most intimate parts I placed my hand over hers, rubbing with her.

  Katie’s eyes grew wide. She was surprised. It was easy to see this wasn’t something she normally did. That turned me on. Well, that and the way I could read her expressions like she was speaking aloud. She was an open book. I guessed Reid and his treachery were the first real romantic heartache she’d experienced.

  That knowledge brought out my strange need to protect her, as well as a strong urge to fuck her until the sadness was gone.

  Her eyes were still on me. I lifted her leg and placed her foot on the tile seat.

  “Don’t stop rubbing your clit,” I ordered softly.

  Her glorious tongue appeared, ready to lick her lips, but I caught it in my mouth. She mewed, grabbed hold of my shoulders and tilted her head back.

  I slid a finger along her parted slit, then pushed inside. She was wet. Creamy. I moved in and out a few times but I wanted my cock there. I didn’t have a condom. She seemed too into the moment to care. I asked anyway. “Condom?”

  She searched my eyes. It was obvious she wanted to say no, but her good sense wouldn’t let her. “Yes.”

  I understood and a part of me was relieved. She wasn’t like the other girls: anxious to entrap, force my hand. I lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the shower. I had condoms in a bathroom drawer. I set her down and turned her so she faced the mirror. God, she was beautiful.

  I grabbed a package, opened it, and pressed the condom onto my cock, then grabbed her hips. Her pussy slid onto my cock with ease. “You’re so fucking wet.” She watched me in the mirror, her mouth slightly parted, her expression lusty and needy.

  I wouldn’t last long. She was so fucking tight, so willing, and so perfect. “Fuck,” I whispered, pushing deeper and deeper, rolling my hips and spreading her ass cheeks so I could see all of her, watch my cock drive into her pussy.

  After a few strokes I needed her body close. I wanted to touch all of her at once. I pulled out and took her over to the bed, laid her on her back.

  “Griffin,”she pleaded and I obliged, driving deep inside, fucking her hard and fast.

  The next several minutes were spent breathing and moaning, fucking like I’d never experienced. When I felt her orgasm, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pressed inside several more times.

  We stilled. My hands were on her face, stroking the edges of her hair. Her eyes were dark with emotion. Satisfaction.

  I couldn’t say anything. Words had left me. I was drowning and I’d never wanted that more in my life.

  Finally I rolled off her and closed my eyes. Tried to focus, but I felt too good.

  She shifted and sat up. I looked at her.

  “I’m going to go,” she said.

  My heart lurched. It surprised me how much I didn’t want that to happen. “Okay.” The clock on the nightstand said it was just after four in the morning.

  She found her clothes, pulled them on. I
took off the used condom and walked to the bathroom, where I threw it in the trash.

  She was on the phone ordering a cab when I came back into the bedroom.

  “What’s your address again?” she asked, licking her lips.

  I wanted to claim her tongue, wanted to suckle it as I pressed my cock deep into her pussy again.

  “Here,” I said, reaching out for her phone. She handed it to me.

  I gave the cab driver my address. When the call ended, I stared. For the first time ever I wanted to give her my number. I wanted to see her again.

  “How long?” she asked, interrupting my thoughts.

  “Ten minutes.” I handed her the phone.

  “Mind if I use your bathroom?”

  “Go ahead.” We were back to awkward.

  She set her purse down, went to the bathroom, and closed the door.

  And I did something totally fucked up. I pulled her phone out of her purse and programmed my number in it. Then I used her phone to text myself so I’d have hers. Totally stalkery.

  “Fuck.” I was about to delete everything when I heard the toilet flush and the water turn on. I quickly threw her phone back in her purse and moved to pick up my pants.

  She came out as I was buttoning them. She looked embarrassed. Shy.

  “I know what just happened is normal for you, but I’ve never done this before.” She picked up her purse. “Did you want me to wait outside?”

  “Nah.” I took her hand. “Let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll get you some water. They’ll buzz me when the cab is here.”

  She smiled, grateful. I flipped on a light, took a glass from the cupboard, and filled it with filtered water. She took it from me and chugged. “Thank you,” she said when she’d drunk the last of it. Those simple words were laced with meaning. I knew she meant more than just the water.

  “I—” The buzzer erupted. I pressed my end. “Yes?”

  “The cab is here, Mr. Maxwell.”

  “Thank you.”

  She was already at the door.