A Mate for Griffin by Charlene Hartnady Page B

technically Lance’s female, even if the male didn’t know it yet. It was just a kiss, dammit! He needed the idiot male to notice her, to start paying attention. That meant that he needed to show Lance what he was missing.
    Griffin leaned in, his lips mere moments away from hers. He could taste her breath. More of the same, candied apples…so fucking sweet.
    He eased his hold on her hips and gently brushed his lips against hers. Sarah jumped in his arms and sucked in a little breath. She reminded him of a timid creature ensnared in a trap. “Shhh, easy.” he whispered against the softest lips he had ever felt.
    Her eyes cracked open just a smidgen.
    Griffin moved his hand up her back and pushed his fingers into her long hair until he had her clasped by the back of her head. He pulled back just a smidgen. “Now, breathe.”
    She sucked in a deep, shuddery breath.
    “You are safe with me.” he whispered.
    “Okay.” She gave a small nod beneath his touch.
    “Good.” He lowered his lips back to hers, keeping his touch soft. Her eyes fluttered closed and she seemed to melt against him.
    He moved back and slanted his lips across hers again. Sarah gave a soft whimper and leaned in closer.
    He had to remind himself that she was only pretending. His body didn’t seem to give a fuck though. There was a familiar tightening and stirring as his dick sprang to life. It had been a while since he was last with a female so this reaction was perfectly normal. No use trying to fight it. It was purely biological and meant nothing.
    Sarah moaned. Raw and base. It came from somewhere deep within her. This female might blush at any talk of sex but she was receptive as fuck.
    His other hand curled into her hair as well. It was long and thick. Soft as the finest spun silk.
    All he wanted was a tiny taste. Just a quick…he had planned on touching his tongue to her lip. One quick flick. Her mouth opened at that exact moment and they came together. His tongue circling with hers. His dick lurched in his pants. It all out fucking lurched.
    Another sensual moan filled the small alcove. He could feel her breasts pushed up against him. Her hard as fuck nipples. Her sweet scent accosted his senses as the smell of her arousal filled the space. This female was…fuck…she was all soft lips and hot tongue. Her body was tight as fuck, but soft in all the right places. A combination he had never experienced before. It was his turn to moan.
    “Get yourselves a room.” Lance said, his voice sounded flat and bored.
    Sarah pulled away from him like she’d been tasered. Her eyes were wide and her breaths came in little pants. Her lips were swollen.
    Fuck!
    “Sorry.” he mumbled, feeling like the biggest asshole alive.
    “What the fuck do you have to be sorry about?” Lance sat back down next to them. Totally oblivious to the fact that the sorry had been for Sarah, not him.
    Sarah tried to get off of his lap but he held onto her.
    “Nothing,” Griffin said. He couldn’t explain that now could he?
    “It’s about fucking time that you two got a room. There’s nothing to feel sorry about.” Lance paused. “A couple of the guys are playing poker tomorrow night, are you game?”
    Griffin shrugged. Poker nights were usually guys only. “I’m not sure I can make it.” He pulled Sarah a little more firmly onto his lap. The idea was to get Lance to notice her and that meant having both parties present.
    Lance gave him a pointed look. “You can take the female if you’re so much of a pussy that you can’t leave her side for a couple of hours.”
    Lance must have caught his death stare at the use of the term ‘the female’ because he quickly turned to Sarah. “What do you think, Sarah? How are your poker skills?”
    Sarah shifted in his lap. Unfortunately, his cock was still rock hard. The movement didn’t help things. Griffin had to suppress a groan. What male wouldn’t react to a beautiful female in their lap? None, that’s how many.