“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to fuck you up against that wall,” Griffin warns me.
I’ve also never been too keen on dirty talk, but thank God I’m not standing. My knees wouldn’t have held me. I shift my gaze from his crotch to his face and see that he’s completely serious. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides and it looks like it’s taking everything in him not to rip my towel off me and make good on his threat.
Yes, please.
Without giving it a second thought, I reach up between my breasts and tug on the edge of the towel tucked there, causing the whole thing to fall off me and land at my feet on the floor.
“Oops,” I whisper.
I watch as Griffin’s mouth drops open and the bulge between his legs grows bigger.
He takes a step toward me right as the bathroom door bursts open and slams against the opposite wall, my brother Bobby standing there with a look of horror on his face. Bobby moved in with my dad after his last tour of duty so he could figure out what he wants to do with his life in between tours. Obviously he’s now wishing he lived somewhere else.
I scream, Bobby screams, and Griffin dives to the ground to retrieve my towel, bringing it up in front of me and turning his back to give me cover.
“OH, JESUS, MY EYES! I CAN NEVER UNSEE THIS!” Bobby screams, covering his face with both of his hands, turning around and running blindly down the hall.
“BOBBY, WHAT THE HELL?” I yell. “The door was locked, you idiot!”
Securing the towel back around myself, I can feel my face heating up with embarrassment, all of the euphoria from moments ago long gone. There’s a loud “Ooof!” that comes from the hallway followed by Lorelei’s voice.
“Bobby, what are you doing? Take your hands off your eyes.”
“The lock is broke. Oh, Jesus, the lock is broke. WHY, GOD, WHY?”
Lorelei peeks her head around the doorway and her eyes widen in surprise when she sees Griffin and me.
“Oh my,” she mutters.
“Help,” I manage to squeak out as I stare at her over Griffin’s shoulder.
Lorelei’s head disappears back into the hallway and I hear her console Bobby, who mumbles about how he can’t make his feet move because he’s blind.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Bobby whines from the hallway.
“In with the good air, out with the bad,” Lorelei coaches him.
“Oh, for the love of God,” I grumble. “Will you people just leave and go back outside!”
“Bobby! Where the hell is the beer?” I hear my dad yell up from the bottom of the stairs and then the unmistakable sound of him stomping up them.
Jesus. How about we just invite the whole damn neighborhood up here so they can see me half naked and post-orgasmic?
“What the hell happened to you?” I hear my dad ask Bobby from the stairway as Griffin turns around to face me.
“Things that can never be unseen. Bad things,” Bobby mumbles.
I stare straight at Griffin’s chest, refusing to look at him.
“Where’s Kennedy? Is she done washing meat off herself yet? Quit blocking the hallway. I need her help,” Dad complains.
“Kennedy and Griffin are in there…talking. They need to talk. You know, just talk. About…things,” Lorelei explains to my father.
Great. Miss Powerhouse Attorney can’t even form a coherent thought right now.
Bobby makes a gagging noise out in the hallway and if I were fully clothed right now I would go out there and kick his ass.
“Goddammit,” Bobby moans, followed immediately by the sound of a smack, which I’m assuming is from my father’s hand connecting with the back of Bobby’s head.
“Griffin Crawford, you better be wearing protection while you talk to my daughter. Kennedy, we’re out of dip and Steve Henderson just puked in the shrubs. Get dressed and come help,” my dad yells before he stomps back down the steps.
“Come on, Bobby, let’s get you some fresh air,” Lorelei states as I hear her dragging him down the stairs.
When the front door slams shut a few seconds later, Griffin laughs and I finally glance up at him to give him a dirty look.
“This isn’t funny,” I hiss at him.
“It’s pretty funny,” he chuckles. “Can we cancel the bet and just tell everyone we’re dating?”
Is he out of his mind? One orgasm does NOT equal dating. And the bet was HIS idea. I am seeing this shit through to the bitter end. I don’t date. Especially not someone who throws out a line about wanting me for eighteen years in the middle of a make-out session. I don’t want to date him, I don’t want to fall in love with him, and I don’t want him professing his stupid crush. I don’t need this complication in my life. Thank you for the wonderful orgasm, but I’m done. Seacrest, out!
“We are NOT dating. And this bet isn’t over until I win,” I growl at him as I shoulder past him and out the door, my bare feet smacking angrily on the floor as I stomp across the hall to the spare bedroom and the extra clothes I keep there for emergencies.
“You should just concede now, Kennedy. You’re never going to win!” Griffin yells to me as I walk into the bedroom and slam the door behind me.
GD cocky man and his mind-blowing orgasms.