Learning To Love (The Griffin Brothers Book 4) (29 page)

He stops me, though.
His eyes are so dark, they’re almost black. He wants me. But he
stopped.

“You don’t want
me?”

“I already told you I
did. I also told you I’m trying to be respectful. We still have
things to talk about and work on. Tonight is only for kisses.”

I sigh because I know
he’s right. “Why do you have to be so sensible all the time?”

“It’s a curse.”

“It’s also hot. So,
should we go downstairs and talk?”

“No.
You
should go back to sleep. I’ve got a few things to do.
When you wake up, we can have our dinner and then talk if you’re up
to it. There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere, and I hope you
aren’t either.”

“If you try to make
me leave again, I’m handcuffing myself to the bed.” I can’t
help it. I want my husband.

His eyes go even
darker. “Ollie.”

“Yes, Luke?”

“You will pay for
this, you know.”

“You’re the one who
insists on being so honorable.”

“I am and I do. Let
me tuck you back in.”

I laugh until I look
down at the comforter. Which isn’t the one I picked out for us. He
changed the sheets and comforter. I jump off the bed, not caring that
I’m naked. He’s looking at me like I’m crazy.

“You had someone else
here?”

“What? No. Never.”

“Where are the sheets
and comforter I picked out?”

He gives me a look, and
then walks into the closet. He comes back out with them in his arms.
“I couldn’t sleep on them without you, okay? I had to go to the
fucking store and buy whatever I could find at three in the morning.
I still haven’t slept more than a few hours a night, but at least
it’s better than not at all.”

“Oh.”

“That’s all you can
say? Nice, Olivia, real nice. I
love
that you automatically assumed that I changed the bed so I could
bring chicks here. I want you to think about two things, and then I’m
leaving the room before I say something I’ll regret. One, we’re
married. Not fucking or dating.
Married.
That means something to me. I’d never date a girl, much less sleep
with her, while I was married to someone else. Second, even if I
was
that kind of guy, your sister lives here. You must really have a low
opinion of me if you think I’d bring someone here with her in the
house.”

“Luke. I’m sorry.”

He just waves me off
and walks out. I sit on the bed and drop my head into my hands. Damn
it. Why can’t we stop fighting? Maybe we
aren’t
supposed to be together. We can’t even have a conversation without
fighting.

“Stop it,” Luke
says as he walks back into the room. “Stop thinking that we can’t
make this work. We can. We did. It’ll be different now because
we’ve been through all this shit. It’ll be
better
.
Get some sleep. I love you.”

“I love you, too.
Thanks for coming back.”

“Right back atcha,
honey.” He winks and then closes the door behind him. I climb
beneath the covers and fall back to sleep.

Olivia

I wake up from my nap
and see that the sky is dark outside. My phone is still in the
bathroom, so I have no idea what time it is. I get up and grab one of
Luke’s shirts from the dresser. When I get my phone, I see that
it’s after seven. I slept for almost three hours.

I go downstairs because
I hear the TV, so I know that’s where Luke is. I stop in my tracks
when I see him. He’s sitting on the couch in only his boxer briefs,
watching baseball and folding clothes. My clothes.

“You didn’t have to
wash my clothes.”

I startle him, and he
drops the shirt in his hand. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry. I should’ve
known you were too into your game to notice anything around you.”

“Yeah I was. And I
know I didn’t have to wash your clothes. I also didn’t have to
fill your car up and then move it over here. But I did that, too.”
He pauses his game and smiles at me.

“You did that after I
was bitchy and mean earlier? I’d say that deserves a special
present from your wife.” I start walking towards him, swinging my
hips a little.

“Kisses, Ollie,
kisses.”

“You didn’t say
where I had to kiss,” I tell him as I drop to my knees in front of
him.

“Oh, God. How am I
supposed to say no?”

“You aren’t.”

He jumps up onto the
back of the couch. “I have to. Please get up.
Please
.”

I do as he asks. “Fine.
I really am sorry about earlier, and I’ll be good tonight. Tomorrow
all bets are off, though. I’m going to have your cock. Whether it’s
in my mouth, or pussy, or both is up to you. But, I’m having it.”

“Both. That’s my
answer. Definitely both.”

“I like your answer.
You can come down off the couch now.”

He does with a laugh.
“Are you ready for dinner?”

“Sure. Did you eat
already?”

“Nope. I wanted to
have dinner with my wife tonight.”

I reach out and touch
his arm. “Luke! You should’ve woken me up.”

“You need your sleep
more than I needed to eat. I’m fine. Really. Can you do something
for me, though?”

“Sure. What do you
need?”

“Can you put on some
clothes? You look too good in my shirt.”

“Only if I can wear
it to bed again later.”

“Deal. I’ll start
making up our plates.”

I dress quickly in yoga
pants and a tee, as well as a thong and a bra, because even though I
want to seduce my husband, I promised to be good. I also move my
clothes from the coffee table onto the chairs so we can eat while
watching the game. After, I walk into the kitchen and jump up onto
the island to watch him as he fixes our burgers. “So, do you always
do housework in your briefs now?”

“With Rose here? That
would be a no.”

“Just checking.
Thanks for letting her stay here. You don’t know how much I
appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to
thank me. She’s a great kid. She’s going to kick ass at Harvard.”

“I’ll miss her, but
it’s going to be so good for her.”

“I’ll miss her,
too, but I...umm…I asked my mom if she could stay there this next
week.” He runs his hand through his hair and looks nervous.

“Did you want to be
alone with me in the house, Mr. Griffin?”

He smiles, then, and
walks to me. “Why yes I did, Mrs. Griffin. I want to be alone with
you all over
our
house.”

“Are you going to
kiss me now?”

He doesn’t answer,
just leans down and claims my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck
and pull him closer. He has his hands on the counter and not on me. I
want to pull them to me, but I know he’s struggling. I can feel him
holding back, so I don’t push the boundaries he’s set.

Too soon he’s pulling
away and places his head on my shoulder, breathing hard. “You need
to eat. Can you set the table while I get the mac and cheese out?”

“I thought we’d eat
on the coffee table so you could watch your game.”

“It’s your first
night home. It should be special. I got candles and stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Yes, stuff.
Surprises.”

“That sounds very
romantic, and I love that you want to do that, but I want to be
normal tonight and just hang out in the living room, watching the
game with you.”

“So romantic isn’t
‘normal’ for us? I’m not romantic?” He looks affronted, and I
can’t help but laugh.

“You’re very
romantic. Hell, you carry me everywhere, and if that’s not
romantic, I don’t know what is. I meant that we used to have fun
watching games and eating on coffee tables. We’ve been doing that
since we were just friends and I want that back.”

“You want to be
friends?”

“Yeah.” I make sure
to look him in the eye as I speak. “Because we’re not right now,
and I miss my friend just as much as I miss my lover.”

He finally lift his
hands from the counter and pulls me into a hug. “Both are right
here, Ollie. I’m here and I’m yours. All of me.”

“Thank you for giving
me another chance.”

“A wise woman, who we
both know, once told my sister-in-law that there’s no limit on
chances when you’re in love.”

“I’m glad you
believe that. Now finish my plate, please, while I take our drinks to
the living room. This is your night, too, even more than mine.”

“Not more. Equally.
I’m not going to keep turning you down when you want to watch
sports with me, though.”

He kisses me on the
nose and then picks me up off the island and places me on my feet. I
swat him on the butt as I go to grab drinks from the fridge. I’m
happy to see there’s Pepsi for me. Luke and Rose don’t drink it.
I grab one for me and a beer for him. “See, this is romance. You
got me Pepsi.”

“So no jewelry or
flowers? I can just buy you Pepsi? Cool. Anniversaries are going to
be so easy,” he says as he brings our plates to the living room.

“If you don’t
already know that I don’t need flowers or jewelry, I don’t know
what to tell you,” I say as I follow him.

“I knew. And
you
know I’m not just getting you Pepsi for our anniversaries.”

We settle next to each
other on the couch, and I can’t resist being a little bad. “We
have to spend money on presents? Darn.”

“You weren’t
planning on buying me anything?”

“Nope.”

“Oh. Well, yeah, I
forgot you don’t have money. It’s all good.”

He says that, but I can
tell he’s disappointed. I have to let it go on just a little
longer, though. “Our anniversary’s several months away. I’ll
have money.”

“But you don’t want
to buy me something?”

“I didn’t say I
didn’t want to. I’m just not going to.”

“Oh.” Now I can
tell his feelings are hurt. I have to stop, but I still want to tease
him. I decide to inflict a different kind of torture.

“I was just planning
on sucking your cock at various times throughout the day. But if you
want something store bought, I can do that instead.”

I try to look as
innocent as possible when I meet his eyes. Oh yeah. It’s there.
He’s barely holding on. I promised to be good, but he
wants
me to be bad. I know it and so does Luke. He just needed a
little more encouragement.

“I only have so much
control.”

“I know.”

I turn away and take a
bite of mac and cheese. I feel the shift before I see him move. My
plate is back on the coffee table before I can even process that
Luke’s taken it from me. I’m flat on the coach with him over me
in seconds. My hands are pinned above me and he’s looking at me
like
I’m
dinner.

“I
need
you. I can’t wait. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.
Just do what you want. I need it, too.”

He pauses for just a
moment and then he lets loose. His mouth isn’t sweet and tender.
It’s hard and rough, with tongue and teeth involved. He lets go of
my hands to rip my shirt off. I mean,
literally
.
He just ripped it in half. My bra’s next, and I’m arching up as
his mouth leaves mine to take my nipple.

I moan loud and it
spurs him on. He’s pulling my pants and thong off as he bites my
breasts. He’s leaving marks all over them and it’s so hot, I
almost come right then and there. He knows it and smiles against my
skin before biting again.

I want to take his
briefs off, but he starts rubbing my clit and I forget all coherent
thought as I rake my nails over his shoulders and back. When I’m
dripping wet, Luke slides two fingers in me while using his thumb to
continue rubbing where I need him to. I’m writhing now and saying
things that make no sense to him
or
me.

He moves down my body,
kissing as he goes. I have enough brain function still left to try
and pull him back up. “No. For you. Tonight is for you.”

“This
is
for me, Ollie. I’ve missed the taste of you. I’m going to use my
mouth to make you come hard, and then after I lick you clean on the
outside, I’m going to put my cock in your wet pussy. It’s going
to be hard and rough and about as unromantic as you can imagine. I
can’t do sweet. You pushed me too far.”

“Yes. Oh God, yes. I
want hard.”

He slides lower as I
lay back against the arm of the couch. I watch him lift my legs over
his shoulders. He looks at me as he takes his first lick, from the
top of my mound down to my entrance. Then he attacks. His mouth and
tongue are everywhere, coupling with his fingers to make me scream
before I even come. Yes, I’m screaming. It’s so good. He’s so
good. I can’t help it.

I start to beg because
I’m climbing, but not fast enough. He’s holding me off. “Please,
Luke, please. You know what to do.”

He hears the
desperation in my voice and gives me what I want. His mouth covers my
clit while his fingers start pumping in and out of me. My hands are
in his hair, pulling as I watch him work me. He sucks hard and then
bites down as his fingers hit the spot. That spot.

I shatter into a
million pieces and then get put back together. I’m not just
screaming now. I’m yelling and praying and just, yeah. Luke licks
and kisses me until I come all the way down. He slides his fingers
out and looks at me as he leans back and licks his lips while pulling
his briefs down.

“Good girl. I know
you’re ready for me down there. But are
you
ready for me?”

I nod. “More than
ready.”

“Hold onto something,
honey.”

That’s all the
warning I get as he pushes my knees wide and then slams into me. I
arch so high that I’m surprised I don’t break my back. He pulls
out and slams back in. “Yeah. You missed my cock, didn’t you?”