sighed with relief when she walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas.
“Hey, I got you some medicine and water, so hopefully, you don’t wake up with a headache.”
She did not need a hangover on the day of her friend’s wedding.
Thankfully, it wasn’t even ten at night, so she should be able to get a good chunk of sleep.
She took the pills and drank all the water before climbing into bed.
I pulled up the covers and tucked her in up to her chin. “You and I will talk in the morning.”
She frowned. “So, no sex?”
“No, Mads, no sex.”
“Bummer.”
Forty
Madeline
I sat on the edge of my bed, feeling out of sorts as I tried to recall the night before. I remembered drinking with Harris—cringe—and actually telling him I wished I hadn’t broken up with him—double cringe.
But after that, it was a blur, which was surprising because I didn’t have a headache, although I didn’t feel one hundred percent either.
I looked down at my PJs. At least I knew I hadn’t done something stupid, like have sex with my ex, but he must have picked out what I was wearing because I didn’t sleep in this pair of pajamas. They were usually too hot, and I couldn’t sleep well.
I guessed I just needed several drinks to go with these PJs if I wanted to wear them to bed. I hadn’t woken up once last night.
I pushed myself off the bed and paused, worried the change in elevation would hurt my head or make me dizzy, but all I had to do was pee.
After going to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and headed out to the kitchen for some coffee. I came to a screeching halt when I saw Griffin sleeping on my couch.
And that was when the rest of the night came back to me.
The angry phone call, Griffin apparently helping me get into my house, me trying to have sex with him.
Ugh.
So, not only did he know that he’d broken my heart, thanks to my message, but he’d also probably figured out that I hadn’t had sex since him.
I marched over to him and repeatedly poked him in the shoulder.
He reached behind him and grabbed my hand. “Ow. That hurts.”
I pulled my hand away. “Good.”
Griffin rolled over and sat up. As he did, the blanket fell down, and his bare chest was on display.
I felt a twinge between my legs and cursed my vagina.
Thankfully, he was rubbing his eyes and didn’t catch me staring longingly at his gorgeous body.
I looked over his shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
“Making sure you’re okay.”
“I am. You’re free to leave now.”
“Not until we talk. Or at least, until I talk. All I’m asking you to do is listen.”
I didn’t want to listen to him, but I also didn’t want to keep being mad, especially on Christina and Troy’s wedding day.
“Mads, please look at me.”
I slowly met his eyes. His were filled with pain, and I didn’t want to hear about him being hurt.
So, I jumped him.
My lips landed on his as I straddled him. He kissed me with such passion that it took my breath away. And as he grew hard between my legs, I rubbed my cleft over him.
He drew his mouth away. “Are you still drunk?”
“No.” I kissed his neck and ran my hands all over his chest.
He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled my head up and away from him. “Are you sure this is a good idea? We need to talk. I know you’re upset, and I need to apologize.”
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I promise I’ll never forgive you.”
Griffin smiled and kissed me again. He threw me down on the couch and yanked my pants off. With one quick move, he got up on his knees, drew his boxers down just enough to pull his cock out, and drove inside me.
“Oh shit,” I yelled and clutched at his back.
Wrapping an arm under my ass, he thrust inside me like a man possessed. He angled my hips in the exact right way so that he rubbed his dick precisely where I needed it to be.
“Baby, I’m not going to last long,” he said in my ear. “I haven’t done this since you left.”
I knew Griffin had been in a depressive state after his dad passed, but for some reason, a part of me had pictured him getting freaky with women. Finding out that he hadn’t been with anyone since me was the thing I needed to tip