Mom: I don’t want to worry you, Wren, but there is a strange man on a motorcycle outside of the house. He seems to be watching us. Do you know anything about this? 10:45 a.m.
Mom: He followed us to the Science Museum. 1:35 p.m.
Mom: Your father is about to go out there and ask him what he is doing. 2:15 p.m.
Mom: Your father asked him. He wouldn’t tell him anything. Said he was just doing what he was told to do. 2:35 p.m.
Mom: Your father was out there talking to him for a very long time. He thinks they are friends now. 2:36 p.m.
Mom: I think I should call the police. 2:38 p.m.
I had no doubt that Griffin had something to do with the biker in the driveway, and the last thing my mother needed to do was call the police. Thankfully her last text was just a few minutes ago, so hopefully there was time to stop her before she made the call. The phone only rang once when she answered, “Hello?”
“Mom, don’t call the police,” I demanded.
“Wren, this man has been sitting out there for hours, and he’s not the only one. I’ve seen other of these motorcycle men come and talk to him. It’s strange,” she explained. “Do you know these men?”
“Uhh… yeah, I do.”
“Are you going to tell me who they are?” she pushed.
“They are just trying to keep an eye out for Wyatt, Mother. It’s not a big deal.” I knew the minute those words came out of my mouth that I’d just said the wrong thing.
“Not a big deal? Seriously? There are men on motorcycles sitting in my front yard, Wren. They look like those men from those movies, and I’m pretty sure he has a gun. Then your father goes out there and talks to him, like he can do anything about it,” she huffed. “These men look dangerous!”
“I’m sorry. I know this is hard to believe, but I trust them. They are going to make sure that Wyatt is safe. That’s all you really need to know,” I explained.
“Safe? From what?”
“I don’t want to worry you about all ….”
“Wren, I am your mother!”
“Yeah… and you’ve got enough to worry about with Grandma Pip and Dad’s retirement. There’s no point in me…”
“Wren Mathis, you know that you and Wyatt mean the world to me. I worry about you even when everything is fine. It’s who I am, so if there’s something going on, tell me.”
I spent the next twenty minutes telling her everything that had happened over the past month with Wyatt and Michael. The news did not surprise her, and she pleased to hear that Wyatt’s visitation with him had been suspended. When I started talking about Griffin, she became oddly quiet, and I wasn’t sure what to make of her silence. I started to become anxious, worrying that she would have something negative to say about him. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized how important it was to me that she liked him. I hated that it mattered so much to me, but the fact was… it did.
When I finished talking, there was a brief moment of silence before she said, “You care for this man.”
“Yeah, I do,” I answered. “He’s so good with Wyatt, and there’s something about him that makes me feel safe. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“You’ve been through so much, darling. Michael put you and Wyatt through hell, and he’s still doing it. Even though he’s made it difficult, you’ve managed to make a life for you and my precious grandson. You’ve done everything you could to make sure that Wyatt has everything he needs, and it’s time for you to do the same thing for yourself. If you think this man will make you happy, then maybe you should give it a try. Just be careful,” she explained.
That was not what I expected her to say. A smile slowly began to spread across my face when I said, “Thank you, Mom.”
“I love you, sweet girl. I just want you to be happy,” she started. “I don’t know what to make of these young men on motorcycles, but I think it’s best that you keep them away from your father. You should’ve seen the way he was looking at that man’s bike. Wren… he’s too old to be riding on one of those things.”
“You’re probably right,” I laughed. “I better get going. I need to finish up this paper, but I’ll check back with you later on tonight before Wyatt goes to bed.”
After I hung up the phone, I spent the next half-hour finishing up my assignment. Once I was done, I emailed it to my professor and shutdown my laptop. Just as I was putting everything away, Griffin walked through the front door. I could see by the expression on his face that his mood had improved considerably. There was a hint of a smile on his face when he asked, “You finished with your paper?”
“Yep. All done.”
“Good,” he said, as he took off his cut and laid it over the back of the chair.
“I just talked to my mom.”
“Yeah?”
“She was asking me about a biker that was parked outside of their house. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” I asked.
“I might,” he said as he made his way over to the sofa and sat down next to me.
“You know, a heads up would’ve been nice. Mom was a little freaked out,” I explained.
“Probably should’ve mentioned that,” he admitted. “Sent Q’ over to keep an eye on Wyatt.”
“Well, my dad seemed to really like Q’,” I told him smiling.
“Is that right?”
I leaned forward, kissing him lightly on the lips before I said, “Thank you for making sure my son is safe. You don’t know how much it means to me.
“Can’t say that every decision I’ve made has been the right one, but looking after Wyatt… there’s no doubt I did the right thing there. He’s an amazing kid, and his mother, she knocks me off my feet.”
“You think so?” I teased.
Without saying a word, he reached for me, pulling me into his lap. He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me with a passion that made my body tremble.
Chapter 16
Stitch
The minute her lips touched mine, everything else immediately faded away. It was just her and me, and nothing else mattered. I loved the way she felt in my arms, so fucking perfect. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her breasts pressed against my chest as I claimed her mouth, fueling my need for more… I had to have more. Her eyes filled with wonder as I eased her back down to the sofa, slowly lowering her lacy panties down her long, slender legs. I needed to taste her, sweet and warm. With her eyes still locked on mine, my hands traced along her legs, gliding tenderly over her calves to her knees, pushing them apart, as my hands skated up her inner thighs. My thumb brushed back and forth across her clit, tormenting her with a barely-there touch. She lifted her hips, pushing against my hand as she tried to increase the pressure.
“Been thinking about having you like this since I saw you standing there in my t-shirt. Couldn’t even concentrate on what my brothers were saying, knowing you were in here waiting for me. Can’t stand it a minute longer,” I told her as I pulled my shirt over my head. I lowered my mouth down between her legs, and she gasped when my tongue skimmed across her clit. I teased back and forth in a gentle rhythm against her sensitive flesh, loving the way her body instantly reacted to my tongue. Her fingers delved into my hair, gripping me tightly as her hips squirmed below me. Her breath became ragged and short when I thrusted my middle finger deep inside her, twirling against her g-spot with a slow and steady pace. I added a second finger, driving deeper, sliding farther inside her. She tensed around me as her body rocked against my hand. I smiled against her flesh when I noticed the goosebumps prickling across her skin, loving my effect on her. I continued to nip and suck the inside of her thigh, just inches away from her clit. Her hips lifted up from the sofa, begging for me to give her more. I instantly drove my fingers deeper inside her pussy, caressing her delicate flesh. Her body shuddered beneath me as I began to fuck her with my fingers. She released my hair, and her hands dropped to the cushions of the sofa, digging into the fabric as she started to tremble uncontrollably.
“Oh my god, Griffin,” she shouted as her head thrashed from side to side. I continued to curl my fingers inside her, teasing that spot that was driving her to the edge as I licked her clit. She murmured my name over and over as the walls of her pussy clenched around my fingers. She was still in the throes of her release as I dropped my jeans to the floor. I slipped on a condom and settled between her legs, pulling her closer to the edge of the sofa. She looked so fucking beautiful, looking up at me with intensity in her eyes. This woman was getting to me in a way that I’d never expected; I was falling for her, falling fast and hard. Her eyes sparked with need when I hovered over her, brushing my cock across her clit. She didn’t move; she laid there, legs spread around my hips, just begging to be taken, and my heart stopped beating in my chest. Fuck! I couldn’t imagine wanting anything more as my cock pressed against her entrance. With a devilish grin, she shifted her hips, forcing the head of my cock inside her. Unable to resist, I thrusted deep inside, then stopped just long enough for her to adjust to me.