The whirling of the elevator starts, and I quickly rearrange her so that her breasts are fully covered. I pull the hem of the material to cover her thighs. Still, really want to bite those thighs. Emily gives me a shy smile, which I return.
I take my thumbs and rub off some lip gloss from her chin and pat down her hair to the best of my ability. I look around and spot her soaked panties, which I perversely place in my pocket. I grab my rumpled suit jacket and dress shirt from where Emily was lying on it before. The shirt is a wrinkled mess, but that's fine. At least I’m not going back to the office today. I don’t bother putting the jacket on and take my place sitting next to Emily.
Chapter four
I truly and desperately wanted to touch Griffin the same way he touched me. My body felt like it was on fire the entire time his hands and mouth were on me. He made me feel like the rest of the world didn’t exist, and the only thing that mattered was my pleasure. I know immediately I have to muster up the courage to ask for what I want. He asked me to use my words, didn't he?
I place my hand on his thigh. It’s a very nice thigh. I think it might be the size of my head. It’s firm. I bet he could crush a watermelon with those bad boys.
“Griff?” I like calling him that little nickname.
“Yes, Em?” Oh lord, now he’s gone and shortened my name too.
“Um... I know what happened just now was like a matter of circumstance and pheromones. But you made me feel comfortable. Would you...um… possibly like to be a part of my heat?” My cheeks are flaming and I know I sounded so unconfident in asking him that, but I need to get the rest out.
“I mean, I have already picked since ya know my heat should be in the next couple of days. I’m sure if I asked, though, they could make a modification. I don’t want to pressure you or anything. You don’t have to say yes just because this happened.” Biting my nails to hide my nervousness, Griffin takes my hand away from my mouth and gives me a huge, beaming grin.
“Honey, if you thought I could leave you alone after tasting you...” he shakes his head back and forth. “I would be honored,” he squeezes my thigh. “Thank you.”
I steel my spine, and a sense of accomplishment rolls through me. I’m not one to be assertive.
To be frank, I’m terrified of going through my heat with strangers and not in a space that is truly mine. I know it’s what I have to do, so I’m not in an immense amount of pain, but that doesn't make it any less difficult. I’m relieved that Griffin will be there. I mean, I just met the man, but he brings me a sense of comfort. The idea of spending my heat at Heat Haven just got a lot less daunting.
“So, after we get off the elevator, can you come with me to Omega services to get you signed up for my heat?” I ask him nervously.
The elevator slowly starts moving at a turtle-like pace. It startles both of us.
“Of course,” He replies without an ounce of doubt.
I let out a shaky breath. I don’t think I realized just how nervous I was about my upcoming heat. “You okay, Emily?”
“Yeah, I just...I guess I didn’t realize just how nervous I was about having my heat here till now. You know, having strange Alphas care for me when I’m not truly in my right mind.”
He lets out a chuckle, “Well, I was a strange Alpha about forty-five minutes ago.”
“That's different.”
I should have kept those words bottled up in my throat, but I stupidly did not. Griffin doesn’t feel like a stranger. He comforted me instantly when the elevator shut down. He knew what I needed before I even did. I’m certainly no prude, but I’m not usually one to dive headfirst into a sexual encounter either. What I did with Griffin, though, it felt natural; it felt right.
Griffin doesn’t push me on what I just said, thank goodness. The elevator door creaks open inch by inch. The face of a weathered old man appears. He’s wearing greyish-blue coveralls peeking through the crack of the door.
“Thanks for your patience, you guys. Got stuck on the pike. Friggin’ assholes don’t know how to drive in bad weatha’.”
The old man opens the door wide enough that I know I could fit, but looking at Griff, there’s no way his wide shoulders are going through that.
“Sir, I think we're going to need to open the door a little wider for my friend here.”
“Yeah, just gimme a sec,” the old man grumbles.
I look over at Griffin, and he is slightly rolling his eyes. The maintenance man opens the door by another six inches or so. I’m kinda suspicious that the elevator is only partially on level five. What if I’m halfway through the doors and the thing starts moving again?
“So, do I have to climb up, or is there any way to have the elevator be level with the floor?”
“Sorry kid, gonna have to climb up here,” he tells me.
I’m never getting on an elevator ever again.
Griffin looks over at me, and his eyes are full of compassion. “It’s okay. I’ll toss you through so fast you won't even have to think about it.”
He’s been so patient with me through this entire ordeal while I’ve acted like a frightened child. I swear I need to prove to him that I’m not some incompetent, scared of her shadow type girl. I feel like I offered nothing to Griffin, while he has given me confidence, respect. Oh, and let’s not forget two orgasms.
I just nod my head as he grabs me by the hips and pushes me through the doors. It’s like I’m being shot out from the pits of hell. Like Griffin said, it went by super fast. Fortunately, I wasn’t cut in half like those girls at the magic shows. I let out a sigh of relief and quickly get to my feet. I fully intend to help Griffin get out of the elevator, but the man just pulls himself up like he weighs nothing.
Once he crawls out of the shaft, he rises to his full height and brushes off his slacks. Standing next to him, I barely reach his sternum. Bringing one of his large, very talented hands to the nape of my neck, he looks at me. “You okay?”
I smile at him. I probably look like a psychopath, looking at this man I just met like he hung the moon. I’ve only known him for under an hour for Christmas’s sake. It must be my heat riding me, it must. This kind of instant connection is for fairy tales and reality dating shows. Surely this type of thing doesn’t happen to little country girl Emily, who has next to nothing to show for herself. Crap, stop putting yourself down. I stop my negative train of thinking and nod my head at Griffin. At this point, I realize that we have a bit of an audience waiting outside the elevator for us.
This stocky man clasps Griffin on the shoulder, Griffin grimaces. I get the impression he wants this man's grimy hands off of him.
“Looks like you got a freebie, my guy. Should have let you take my spot on the elevator,” the man directs his gross comment to Griffin.
Griffin looks down at the man with pure heat in his eyes. Not the good kind of heat. “Fuck off, and don’t touch me.”