Page 48 of Narrow Margins
His warm hand caresses my stomach and my muscles quiver under his touch. I sense, more than hear, his chuckle and turn my head to look at him. His broad smile makes me match it with my own.
“What has you sighing so deeply?” His softly spoken question has me roll over on my side to face him.
“I was thinking how lucky I am to have found someone, and that he’s this amazing, hot, sexy guy who’s prepared to put up with my shit.”
“Yeah? That sounds like a good thing, anyone I know? Should I be getting jealous?” Griff moves and hovers over me. Resting on his forearms, he leans down to kiss me. “Does he get to do this to you?” His lips skate across mine.
“Yeah, he does. He also gets to do this.” I let my tongue slide over his neck and up to his chin before capturing his mouth.
“Then he’s a lucky guy, I wouldn’t let him go. Maybe I should show you how good it can be with me before you choose him?” Griff’s hips grind against mine, making blood surge to my cock, thickening and lengthening it between our bodies.
“Maybe you should, just to clarify in my mind that I’m choosing the right guy.”
Traveling down my body, Griff leaves kisses on every inch, then takes me deep in his mouth, my back arching as he tastes, teases and devours me. His hands and mouth have me quickly coming to climax and I gush into him as I cry his name, my hands clenching the sheets.
Slowly pulling away from my spent dick, Griff licks his lips and smiles. Then, moving back up my body, he winks. “Am I worth keeping or will you choose your other guy?”
“Oh, Griff, baby, I think you are most definitely the man for me.” I sigh and kiss him.
“Too right I am. Now, get up; we’ve got a busy day. I need to call the delicious Austin Reynolds and start suing my ex-manager, and you need to start chasing teams for me to ride for.” Griff moves off me and gets out of bed. I look at him bewildered and he takes pity on me, “I’m kinda hoping you’ll be my new manager?”
“Me? I know nothing about how to do that.” I stutter.
“Sure, you do; you can organize covert operations and deploy tactics and missions, right?” He waits for me to agree. “Then you can manage me.”
I sit up and swing myself around to reach for my leg, Griff is already handing me my sock and then the limb. Once I’m mobile again, I stand up and walk over to my dresser to grab some underwear. I pull them on and look back at Griff. He stands still, naked and his arms folded across his chest, the look of determination on his face knocks me sideways.
“You’re serious, aren’t you? Why, Griff, what has brought this on?” I walk over to him and place my hands on his shoulders. Unfurling his arms, his hands reach up and grip my forearms. He rests his forehead against mine, a gesture I have always found moving to see in others, and sighs.
“Corrigan, I have never been more serious. I want you with me, next to me, as we take the racing world by storm. I just need the right team and I know you are the guy to do that.”
“Are you saying this because of what I said this morning?”
“Oh, for fucks sake, Corr, I’m saying this because I think you’d be brilliant at it, and we get to be together, and because I fucking love you, you dickhead!”
“Okay, then, I’ll do it. And did you really just call me a dickhead?” I hold back my laugh as I move my head back to stare at him.
“I did, because you are, but you’re my dickhead.”
“And don’t you forget it.” I press my lips against his forehead. “Right then, it’s coffee and brainstorming time. Get on the phone to Reynolds and I’ll start researching who and where you’re best suited.”
“Jesus, what have I done?” Griff laughs and kisses me again.
I leave him to get dressed but not before kissing him so hard my head spins and imprinting my hand on his tight ass. I head downstairs and only then remember the conversation with Raff, I flick the screen on my iPad and add Griff’s name to the search bar. Holy Hell! The images popping up are crazy: the first is of him standing in front of me, holding my face in his hand, then the photographer must have used a time lapse setting as each one brings Griff’s face closer and closer before finally planting his lips on mine. It makes it look like some Hollywood kiss, not the sweet, brief kiss it was. The next six or so show us pulling apart and holding hands as we walk away. It really does look like a great kiss; I may have to contact the camera man for a print! Ha, the thought of that makes me laugh. Shouldn’t I feel more bothered about the intrusion into our private life? I guess I’m not too bothered, not now I know he loves me.
The other photographs are of Griff with a variety of women but I notice he doesn’t look as carefree and relaxed as he does with me when we wander candidly around the unknown photographer. But the comments are off the chart. Some rant about hating gays, others about hating Griff but there are plenty that applaud him. A few mention how hot we look, and there are plenty wanting to know who I am.
I shake my head at the thought of anyone being interested in me when Griff walks in and rests his chin on my shoulder, peering at the screen. “So, this is what the fuss is all about? I’m not surprised, you look smoking hot!” He drops a kiss on my cheek and moves around me and pulls out a chair to sit next to me.
“Does it bother you?” I question him.
“Only in as much as it’s a violation of privacy, but I don’t care that I’m kissing you in public. I bet everyone wants to know who you are, though, am I right?” His eyes tighten at the thought. “I’m sure you don’t want to be back in the public eye again.”
“What? No, I’m not ashamed of being seen with the even hotter MotoGP World Champion. I hope my father gets to see it, it may just give him the heart attack he deserves.”
“Whoa! Look at all the comments, I guess I’m losing a few fans!” Griff shaking his head causes worry to bloom.
“Does that bother you? I mean, shit, it’s going to make life hell for you when you get back to racing.” My hand runs up and down Griff’s back and he doesn’t even feel tense under my touch.