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NINE
ABIGAIL
I haven’t seen Garrison since I told him to fuck off over the swimsuit. Dinner has come and gone. At least eating dinner with Grant was enjoyable. The sun set hours ago, and each of my texts has gone unanswered.
I’m desperately trying to stay awake for his return, but the rain pounding against the windows is making it pretty futile. The only reason I haven’t fully drifted off yet is the occasional clap of thunder that draws my eyes open.
Unable to sleep, I head to the kitchen. I probably should’ve thrown something over the silk slip I was wearing in bed, but at this late hour, I figure no one will be around to see me.
Stepping into the kitchen, I reach for the light switch when a voice from the darkness of the room startles me.
“Leave it off, Angel,” Garrison’s voice a deep whisper. “I’m sorry.”
Before I can respond, his hands are on my hips, and he hoists me onto the counter of the large island. Pushing the silk up my thighs, he bends between them. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”
He shoves his face between my thighs; his tongue presses inside of me before sweeping up my slit. He licks and sucks at me until my fingers are gripping the granite beneath me. My hips rock against his face, and I whimper as he brings me to the brink.
Sucking at my clit, he gingerly squeezes two fingers inside of me. The moment he begins to curl them against my walls, I scream out his name as I come undone.
Hoping desperately that the raging storm outside has muffled my screams, I pull his face from me and up to my lips. I can taste me on his tongue as he plunges it into my mouth. My fingers work his belt, needing to have him inside of me.
Freeing him from his pants, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me.
“Fuck.” He nuzzles his face into my neck as he slides himself in and out of me. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
A loud boom of thunder startles me, and when the lightning flashes through the room I swear I see Grant watching us from the doorway.
“Garr…”
Another boom.
Another flash, but Grant is no longer in the doorway.
“Shhh.” The lips on my neck kiss down to my collarbone and back up to my ear before whispering, “You’re mine now.”
Suddenly, the man between my thighs isn’t Garrison. My legs are wrapped tightly around Grant’s waist as he drives every inch of him inside me so hard, I can’t stifle my cries.
“Grant,” I call out his name, my tone a mixture of pleasure and bewilderment.
“Mine, Abigail,” he grunts, slamming into me again, and I claw at his back as I come undone.
Screaming in pleasure as I come, Grant only picks up his speed and intensity. My thighs quiver against his waist as he forces me to come again.
BOOM!
I sit up straight in bed, my thighs twitch, and my breathing is so heavy that I can barely catch my breath.
Fuck. That felt so real.
A flash of lightning momentarily illuminates the room, and I see that I’m alone.
I think…
Still trying to catch my breath, I turn toward the nightstand and feel for the lamp. My fingers flick the switch, and I look around the room to find that I am indeed alone.
Garrison never came to bed last night. His side of the bed is still perfectly made. A black envelope with my name written on it sits on his pillow. Opening it, I pull out a heavy, white card with two words written on it.
I’m sorry.
