My Secret Santa Daddies (Silver Ridge Christmas)

13. Griffin

13

GRIFFIN

I step into my bedroom, the warmth of the lodge instantly chasing away the biting cold from outside. My muscles ache from the hours spent wrestling with Betty Thompson’s busted pipe and trudging through the snow. The storm has only let up a little.

Cody and Wyatt decided to stay in town, load up on groceries and get gas for the generator.

I figured I’d head back just in case Jack wouldn’t settle down. But sure enough, the kid’s passed the hell out.

I kick off my boots in my bedroom, exhausted, but my mind won’t settle. It hasn’t, not since I walked back into Silver Ridge.

Not since I saw Sierra again.

I move to the window, the dark glass reflecting the faint light of my room. The snow is still falling in thick, relentless waves. But it’s not the snow that catches my attention.

It’s Sierra.

Through the haze of the storm, I see her outside, sinking into the hot tub. Steam rises from the water, curling up into the air, and there she is?—

I stand frozen, watching her. The pale winter light catches her silhouette almost perfectly, and the thin sliver of moonlight illuminates her in the most erotic way possible.

The knowledge that I shouldn’t be staring at her, or ogling her like some horny teenager hits me like a truck.

But goddamn it, I can’t look away. Her body is poetry in motion. As she moves, the curve of her breasts rise and fall with each deep breath, her shoulders roll back gently, her face tilts up in pleasure.

One hand vanishes beneath the water, trailing slow, sensual paths up her thighs. My cock jumps to attention. I shouldn’t be watching this—shouldn’t even be thinking about it.

But the memories are there, flooding through me—the way she used to feel beneath my fingers, the way she’d tremble when I kissed her neck. The memory of her taste on my lips haunts me.

I haven’t had anyone since losing Anna. I haven’t seen anyone like this in a long while.

Her pink lips open as she pants and her brows tug together. I know right then that she’s close. It’s the same face she’s always made, and the animal in me roars to life.

My cock is throbbing now, my hand moves down to palm myself under my pants, stroking along with her motions.

I should stop. I should look away. But I’ve always been an asshole when it comes to following the rules.

I keep watching, greedy bastard that I am, until I’m breathing just as hard as she is, and the tension becomes unbearable. I pump my cock harder, imagining it’s thrusting in her. Wishing more than ever, that I was inhaling the air that steamed upward from her mouth with each exhale.

Her gasping moans are muffled by the pane of glass between us, but I can still hear the need in them, and taste it on my tongue. I fantasize about her pussy clenching around my cock and imagine her nipples hardening in the moonlight.

I growl low in my throat. I know she can’t hear me over the storm and jets of the hot tub, but her hips move faster, grinding against her hand. Her tits bob over the water, and I want so badly to taste them. To taste her . I want to feel her hips rise and fall as she comes against my mouth.

The lust that I’ve been trying to bury for years roars to the surface, consuming me whole.

The tension builds in my body, my balls feel heavy and tight as she arches her back. Her head tips back, her long hair cascading through the water like a waterfall.

At that moment, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I can't remember the last time I’ve been this hard. I match her rhythm, my hand a poor substitute for the real thing, but it will do for now. I imagine burying my cock inside her, feeling her wetness envelop me.

Her mouth opens and I know she’s groaning in desire, and I’m lost, stroking myself until I’m close—so fucking close. Then her eyes suddenly flutter open, and dart upward locking onto me.

They widen in shock and she stops moving.

I freeze, my hand still inside my pants as I stare at her in horror.

She tries to yank herself out of the water.

“Shit!” I mutter.

“Griffin, what the fuck!” I hear her shout outside as she nearly face plants, scrambling to run inside the lodge.

“God dammit.”

The back door swings open and her footsteps fly toward me.

I yank up my pants, still at full mast, ready to greet her just in time as she storms inside, flinging the bedroom door open so hard it slams against the wall.

I turn to face her, one hand still on my zipper, making sure my cock is concealed.

“You fucking pervert!” she hisses.

“I-I…” I stutter, caught red-handed, and dick-in-hand. Literally.

Her face is flushed, and her chest is heaving with anger or embarrassment or both.

“What the actual hell?” she finally manages to say. Her fingers tighten their hold on the flimsy towel wrapped around her naked body, barely covering her ass and tits.

“Look—you’re the one the fucking touching yourself right out in the open.”

“I didn’t think anyone was home yet and Jack’s passed out.”

“So you started masturbating in my hot tub?”

“I was just, uh, relieving some...tension.”

“You could’ve just gone to your room.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t plan on you being here either.”

Silence falls between us. The only sound is our ragged breathing and the soft drip of water sliding down her legs.

Her eyes narrow. “You can’t just...” she trails off, her cheeks flushing even redder.

“Can’t what, Sierra?”

“Jerk off to me!”

“I wasn’t?—”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, Griffin.”

I sigh, deciding to just come clean. No point in denying it. "Fine. You're right. I was watching you. And yeah, I couldn't help myself."

Her mouth falls open, like she wasn't expecting me to actually admit it. "You're unbelievable."

“You're right," I admit gruffly. "I shouldn't have been watching you like that. It was a dick move."

Sierra glares at me, her green eyes flashing with anger and something else I can't quite read. Humiliation, maybe. Or desire. Hard to tell with the way her cheeks are still flushed and her chest is heaving.

"You're damn right it was a dick move," she snaps. "What the hell were you thinking?"

I rake a hand through my hair, frustration coiling in my gut. "I wasn't thinking, obviously. I just...saw you out there and I couldn't look away."

Her lips press into a thin line, but her gaze darts down to the bulge still straining against my zipper before flicking back up to my face. "Yeah, I can see that much."

The tension thickens between us, electric and suffocating. My cock throbs, still hard as a fucking rock despite the embarrassment of getting caught. I want to grab her, toss her down on this bed and fuck her senseless.

I run a hand through my hair, frustration and lingering arousal warring inside me.

“You thought you'd just take advantage of the situation? Get yourself off while I was..."

She can't even finish the sentence, her cheeks are burning with embarrassment. I take a step closer, my body moving of its own accord. "While you were what, Sierra? Say it."

Her breath catches, her eyes widen as I close the distance between us. "While I was...touching myself," she whispers, the words are barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

I'm close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with a mix of anger and arousal. The thin towel clings to her still damp body, hinting at the curves underneath.

"Yeah, you were," I say, my voice low and rough. "And you looked so fucking hot doing it. I couldn't help myself."

Her lips part on a shaky exhale, tongue darting out to wet them. "You still shouldn't have watched. It was a private moment."

"Then maybe you shouldn't have been doing it where anyone could see." I reach out, brushing a damp strand of hair off her shoulder, my fingers grazing against her heated skin. She shivers at the contact. "Admit it, Sierra. Some part of you wanted to be seen. Wanted me to see you like that."

"Fuck you," she hisses, but there's no real venom behind it. Her body sways closer, like she's drawn to my heat. "You don't know what I want."

"Don't I?" My hand slides up her neck, cupping her jaw, tilting her face to mine. Her pulse thrums wildly beneath my thumb. "I think I know exactly what you want. Same thing I want. Same thing we've both wanted before."

Her eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before snapping back open, meeting my gaze head on. "Griffin, don't. We can't..."

"Can't what?" I lean in, my lips a hairsbreadth from hers. "Can't give in? Can't admit that there's still something between us? That there always has been?"

A soft whimper escapes her, and her hands come up to press against my chest. Not pushing me away, but not pulling me closer either. Caught in indecision. "It's not that simple and you know it."

"Seems pretty fucking simple to me right now." I whisper as I nuzzle her cheek and breathe her in. The scent of her arousal mixed with the chlorine and cold winter air is intoxicating. God. I’ve missed her.

She trembles against me, a shaky exhale which gusts over my lips.

Silence stretches between us, taut and electrified. I can practically feel her warring with herself, desire battling reason. Her nails dig into my chest through my shirt.

She finally speaks, the words barely a whisper. "God help me, I can't tell you to stop."