Get A Grip Novels & Stories

Don't let him down. She steadies her breathing, hands clasped together tightly in her lap as she takes her mantra of "get a grip" far too seriously, wringing her hands harshly with the thought. She twists in her chair, clearing her throat when she finally finds it within herself to speak. Now or never - and never wasn't an option.

Get a grip. We sped out of the driveway, and I automatically tightened my grip on his waist. The wind blew through my hair as we raced down the road, our surroundings blurring. I pressed closer to him, feeling the engine's vibration and the solid warmth of his back on my chest. My heart was beating, not only from the speed, but also from the heady sensation of having my arms around him. Stop it, Mia. Focus. I pushed myself to look away, trying to take my mind off the way his muscles flexed under my palms and his aroma surrounding me, making me dizzy. This is merely a ride to school; nothing more.

“What?” “My shoulder is dislocated. Keep a firm grip. I’m going to turn and get you high enough so you can grab on to the ledge. Then I’ll be able to stand and pull you up with my other arm.” He began without confirmation of my understanding, grunting as he rolled onto his side. “Grab the ledge.” A deep breath and I let one of my hands go, reaching for the curled metal edge. Once I had a secure grip, I quickly let go and connected my other hand.

he added. I distanced myself and pulled my hair but he clutched it tight and pulled it. Should I apply the self-defense Grip taught me? Or should I just kick his balls? “What do you want?” I reached for his hand that was on my hair and tried to remove it. “I don’t mind if you’re a medius or you’re not a virgin as long as you’re tight. As long as you could satisfy me. Sleep with me Serra or–” “Sleep forever.” Grip appeared behind him. His face darkened in immense anger. He put his scythe around his neck. His grip around his scythe was firm.

my waist started moving on its own at the rythm set by his hand. His other hand traveled to my chest, uncovering my breast. A second finger found its way inside me as he closed his mouth around my nipple. That was enough to make me climax. I shivered and moaned loud as we slowly come to a stop. He claims my mouth once again as my body calms through the pleasure. “Now you’re relaxed” He says as he breaks the kiss. “W-What?” My breath falters when I try to get it under control. “That’s what this was? To relax me?”

I tried to free my hand from his grasp, my tone firm as I insisted, "Let go of me. Now." The urgency in my voice seemed to startle him, his hold relenting slightly momentarily. But before I could take advantage of the momentary reprieve, his fingers tightened again, his expression more aggressive. "I am not going to let a catch like you slip away," he declared, his tone tinged with possessiveness.

Dude get a grip" I scream with my eyes almost falling out of its socket. I am digging my other nails into his hands, kicking and pulling myself away. But it seems my efforts are like that of a baby trying to free herself from her mother's grip. It is useless. People were passing but no one gave a damn. The loud music made my voice powerless. I manage to twist my arms, I free my hands from his tight grip and shove him backward. That gave me a chance to walk away from him. But I hear rushed footsteps behind me which makes me glance back, my eyes widen as I see him rushing after me.

Instead, I felt a firm grip around my wrist. With her face contorted in strain and determination, Serene glared down at me, the tendons in her outstretched arm standing taut against her skin as she clutched my wrist in a vice-like grip. "I've got you, bitch!" she growled through clenched teeth, the tendons in her neck bulging with the effort of holding my weight. Her dark eyes bored into mine, conveying a mixture of worry and relief that she had managed to catch me in time.

“This way.” The hand didn’t yank. It directed. There is a world of difference between those verbs. The grip slid from wrist to palm, warm, insistent, not hurting. A body took position half a step ahead of hers, making a path through the confusion that looked like a kindness to strangers. Grace’s face swung into view—surprise, then the quick intelligence of a woman who had learned to read motions more than words. She reached for Sasha’s elbow and found herself blocked by a woman with a stroller who arrived like a gate.

"Don't let go of this table for a second." I gripped the wood desperately, my knuckles turning stark white. The command felt like a lifeline, something solid to anchor me as everything else spun out of control. My fingers traced the carved patterns in the wood, memorizing their shape, using them to tether myself to reality. Jaxx stepped up directly behind me, his massive, heated frame completely pressing against my bare backside. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck, trailing slow, biting kisses all the way up to my earlobe.