8. Destiny

8

DESTINY

“ B race yourself,” Griffin warns me once we’ve made it safely and smoothly down the mountain on his snowmobile. We’re standing just inside the front door of the lodge, which is bustling with activity as if the blizzard yesterday never happened. “My family is bursting at the seams with questions about you, but please don’t feel obligated to answer anything. They’re just nosey.”

“I like to think of us as detail-oriented ,” Anna, Griffin’s mother says.

I laugh softly at her correction of her son.

“Yes, you ladies are certainly thorough in your inquisitions.”

“Don’t make us sound like that,” Anna chastises. “Excuse Griffin,” she says to me, her green eyes lighting up with a warm smile. “He’s never introduced us to a woman before. You’re the first.”

I blush, thinking of all the firsts Griffin has given me in the last twenty-four hours. He must be thinking the same thing because he squeezes my hip, sending tingles up my spine.

“To be fair, I didn’t really have a choice in this introduction,” Griffin counters. “You kind of sprung it on me.”

“Oh, hush,” Anna says, dismissing his argument with a wave of her hand. We’re soon joined by Aunt Sara and Griffin’s grandma.

“We’re so glad you’re both safe,” his grandmother says, pulling both of us in for a hug. “I’m Roxanne, by the way. You can call me Grandma Roxy or Grams or really anything as long as I get all the hugs I ask for.”

“I’m happy to accommodate your request, Grandma Roxy,” I answer, testing out the new name.

“I love to hear that,” she says, throwing her arms around me just like she did yesterday. “Whatever you’re going through,” she whispers in my ear, “just know you have a family now who wants good things for both of you. We’re so happy you’re in Griffin’s life.”

Her welcoming words and kind spirit are overwhelming. I swallow down tears and thank her for everything.

“So, we need the basics before you two lovebirds run off,” Aunt Sara declares. “Destiny, tell me your favorite food, your favorite dessert - yes, those are different categories, so don’t even ask, your favorite color, and your favorite holiday. Oh, and one thing we can get you for Christmas.”

“One thing each ,” Anna adds. “So at least three things. Probably best to give us a top ten gift ideas list.”

I blink as I look back and forth between the women, who have broken out into a mini conversation about who will be hosting Christmas Eve dinner.

“Psst,” Griffin whispers as he tugs on my arm. “While they’re fighting over Christmas Eve dinner and Christmas Morning cinnamon rolls, we should escape.”

I narrow my eyes at him and then tip my head toward the women. “I have a bunch of questions to answer, remember?”

“Trust me, if you answer these questions, they’ll find a dozen more to ask,” he teases. “Spare yourself while you can. Soon, they’ll know everything and you’ll never have a moment of peace.”

“You love us, remember,” Anna says, shooting her son a knowing look. The two grin at each other, the love they have obvious to anyone paying attention. “Now, go on,” she tells us under her breath.

Griffin gently tugs me backward, opening the door to the outside. I giggle as soon as the door closes, then gasp when I’m lifted up and thrown over Griffin’s shoulder.

“Why didn’t we go down the mountain like this?” I joke as I hang upside down. Griffin pats my ass and chuckles without answering.

We barely make it inside Griffin's cabin before he has my back pressed up against the wall, his tongue down my throat, and his hands roaming over my curves, clawing at my clothes. He pulls me away from the wall and somehow shuffles us toward the bed while stripping both of us down. We stand in front of each other for a moment, both of us bare, vulnerable, and yet completely seen and understood.

Griffin takes a step closer to me, erasing the distance between us. He runs his hands up and down my naked body, caressing my hips, my breasts, even my throat and lips. His strong, capable hands leave a throbbing, warm blaze in their wake.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me into him for a punishing kiss. I’m his. He owns every part of me. That’s what he’s telling me with each stroke of his tongue, each anguished groan that travels through his body and into mine. I feel his kiss everywhere, and I need more.

Griffin guides me backward until the edge of the mattress hits the back of my legs. He gently lays me out on the bed, then stands in front of me, looking down at my body. It’s all for him. I spread my legs, moaning when he growls and clenches his fists.

"Fuck, Destiny. You're so damn sexy." He's on me in the next instant, covering my body with open-mouthed kisses, sucking on my skin, and leaving little love bites up my torso and on my breasts.

I jerk and twist beneath him, gasping for air and whimpering with each lingering touch and kiss. When he finally reaches my mouth, Griffin slants his lips over mine and leads us in a slow, drugging kiss.

My legs automatically spread wider so he can settle between them. I feel his long, thick cock glide against my pussy, collecting my juices and driving me crazy. He’s so close to where I need him, I nearly cry in frustration.

Griffin sits back slightly and gathers my wrists up in one of his large hands, pinning them to the mattress before nuzzling into the side of my neck.

“Fuckin’ love seeing you stretched out for me,” he says into my skin, his voice low, gravelly, and desperate. Griffin drags his lips down my neck and across my collarbone, then he nips at the tops of my breasts, grinning wickedly when I jump and gasp. “Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy now, Destiny. Are you ready for me?”

I nod and tilt my hips, nudging the swollen head of his cock against my entrance. Griffin growls and reaches down between us to guide himself inside in one smooth stroke. Fire spreads through my veins, and heat pulses out from my core, overwhelming my body.

I wiggle my hips, making sparks sizzle and burn across my skin. Griffin groans, leaning over me, one hand still holding my wrists above my head while the other trails up my side. He squeezes my breast, pinching my hardened, sensitive nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

My back bows off the bed, and he takes the opportunity to slip his hand between my back and the mattress, pushing my chest up so he can feast on me. Griffin grinds his cock into me, filling me up before pulling back and slamming into me roughly.

My breasts jiggle with every thrust as he sets a relentless pace. I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his sculpted ass, crying out when he hits the spot inside me that pushes me right up to the edge.

My muscles tense as my pussy tightens around his thickness. He lifts his head from my chest and studies my face, no doubt sensing how close I am. My thighs shake and a shiver runs up my spine, seizing my lungs and forcing out a scream as I come around his cock.

Rivulets of pleasure course through my body, making every nerve-ending spark to life. Griffin fucks me through it, never letting up. He still has my wrists secured in his grasp, despite all my writhing around and trying to twist away from the intense pressure and sharp ecstasy he's creating deep inside me.

I swear I’m about to come again, but suddenly Griffin isn’t on top of me anymore. I hardly have time to register his absence before his big hands grasp my hips firmly. Griffin flips me over effortlessly, then pulls my hips back so I’m on all fours.

“Fuck yes,” he grunts, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. “Jesus Christ, I’ve pictured you like this too many damn times.”

Griffin thrusts into me, growling when he bottoms out. I let out a broken cry as I unravel for him, my orgasm ricocheting through my body but never leaving me completely. I’m so fucking sensitive, so raw as he pounds into me.

“I-I-I ca-ca-n’t…” I stutter out, unable to take a full breath.

“You can, love. Trust me, you can. Feel this with me. Fuck , feel it, Destiny.”

I whimper and nod my head, staying right here with him in the moment, struggling to hold myself up on shaky arms while my pussy knots around him over and over. Incoherent words and strangled, almost tormented sounds fall from my lips as Griffin tears me apart, fucks me so good, so hard, so damn rough. He’s branding me with each savage stroke, claiming all of me, body and soul.

My fingers curl into the sheets, fisting them as I try desperately to hold myself up. When he brushes the tips of his fingers over my clit, my knees wobble and my arms give out completely. I face plant into the pillow, my ass still in the air, Griffin still pounding away. He pinches my clit and I sob out yet another orgasm. My pleasure spikes as white-hot bliss fills my veins. When it fades away, I'm completely limp. Boneless. Held up only by Griffin's punishing grip on my hips.

Griffin lets out a feral roar as his cum fills me up. He pulls back and then enters me again as more of his release shoots out of him. There’s so much, I feel it dripping down my thighs, the tickling sensation making me moan and involuntarily tremble in his arms.

I feel the last of his orgasm drain from him, and then Griffin collapses on top of me. He's sweaty and panting for air as he rests his forehead between my shoulder blades. I feel his hot breath on my skin, the weight of his body on top of mine, his sweat mixing with mine, and I know.

I just… know.

Everything will work out as long as we're together. Whether here at the resort, back in my hometown, or in a different country entirely, it doesn't matter. I thought my big adventure was going to be skiing, but it turns out that loving Griffin is the greatest adventure of all. I can't wait to see what the future holds.