Page 87 of Live and Let Ride


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I smiled sadly and tilted my closed eyes up to the water, allowing the rainfall showerhead to pitter-patter upon my face.

I sensed that comment drew my friends’ rapt attention, so I changed tack, swiveling in Griffin’s arms to look up at him.

Griffin tensed, his slick muscles corded under my touch.

In my mind, his words trembled.

He shook his head; it deflected the rainfall.

I whispered into our shared bond.

He chortled darkly.

I repeated, resting my face on his chest, tilting my head to the side so the water would sluice down my back.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Griffin murmured aloud against my hair. “So, so sorry I wasn’t here to stop him.”

I pulled back to look him in the eyes, pivoting so the spray no longer reached our faces.

I grimaced. I asked the others.

Hunt replied, the one word vibrating with his fury.

Griffin said, shuddering.

I wove my arms around his neck.

I pulled his mouth down to mine and pressed my lips to his.

For the first awful moment, all I could think of was how those lips had felt when they’d been Magnum’s. Their touch delivered me instantly back to Magnum’s body on top of me, forcing its way inside me.

But then Griffin kissed me back with so much gentleness, his hands caressing long lines down my back with such precious care, that he overrode those memories.

Eager for him to replace more of them, I pulled him down harder into my kiss.

He didn’t make me ask, seemed to know what I wanted, what Ineeded.

His tongue was hot and wonderful as it slid along mine. A moan slipped from between our pressed mouths.

He pulled my hips into his, where I discovered him already hard and straining to be inside me.

I hitched a leg around his thigh, opening myself up for him, and angled myself so that his dick slid easily into place.

I was about to sink down onto him when his hands gripped me around the waist.

he panted into my mind. Into that of our friends just outside.

Shaking my head, I began lowering myself onto him.

But he jerked his pelvis away so that, once more, only the tip remained notched inside me.

he insisted.