by Anya Summers
“You’re fucking drenched,” he murmured and lowered his mouth to the vee of her sex.
He drew his tongue through her labia lips, parting them with his hands as he feasted on her cunt—all while the butt plug hummed in her rear. Garrett ate at her flesh, flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit. She compressed her lips together when he thrust two digits inside her channel and began finger fucking her. The combined sensations of his mouth sucking her tiny bud, his fingers plunging in her pussy, and the plug in her ass were all too much. The climax arched her back.
“Oh god,” she keened.
Garrett lifted his mouth, his beard coated with her dew. “I thought I told you to be silent.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Her body vibrated, still quaking from the force of her release.
“Tsk, tsk, then someone has earned herself a spanking,” he replied.
Garrett withdrew his fingers from her pussy and licked them clean of her juices. Then he released her ankles and her wrists from the restraints. He shifted her body until she was on all fours with her ass canted in the air.
“Now, be quiet or I will have to gag you.”
The first crack of his hand against her bottom made her eyes widen and tears spring into them. Pain radiated through her body. At the second whack across her butt, she bit her lip to contain her cry. She was about to blast him and tell him that his treatment was barbaric and to stop. But at the next slap across her rear, the pain melted to combine with the vibrations in her ass from the plug. And instead of pain, the most profound pleasure ignited in her body, spreading throughout her limbs. It was as if with every swat to her butt, he poured liquid fire into her veins.
Over and over he spanked her, each swat causing heat to explode across her bottom. It was as if there was a direct line to her pussy with his spanks.
It came upon her like a tidal wave. She came. Hard.
She pressed her face into a pillow to contain her cries. It seemed that her climax went on and on.
The ripping of a foil pack cut through her bliss-filled haze and then his cock prodded her pussy entrance. As he thrust, filling her, stretching her with his shaft, she nearly lost her mind at the dual penetration. Garrett wasn’t gentle as he plunged inside. He fucked her; hard, brutally, and she used the pillow to help silence her pleasured cries.
The slap of flesh filled the room. Their lovemaking was raw and elemental. It was everything. Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning slicing through water. Her pussy quaked and clasped at his cock. But before her release ended he withdrew his cock and switched off the butt plug. She mewled as he removed the plug from her ass. When she felt the head of his cock prodding her back channel, her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head. Then he was pressing forward into the over sensitized tissues.
She gripped the bed, her hands digging in to the mattress. When his entire shaft was embedded in her rear, she moaned, loudly. Garrett leaned over her back. One of his hands cupped her chin and turned her mouth toward his. “Hush, sweetheart, and let me fuck your ass.”
He claimed her mouth as he began shuttling his dick in and out of her rear. It had been so long since she’d had a man in there, she’d forgotten how good it could feel. And Garrett glided his thick cock in her back channel like a sailor who’d gone without a proper lay in years.
He drank her moans and pounded her ass. Sweat slicked their bodies. The scent of their sex filled her bedroom. And Cora knew she’d never been so thoroughly made love to as she was tonight. The part of herself that she’d held back from him, had been closed off to him, fell away with every stroke inside her. She could feel her body being physically altered by his touch, by his naughty lovemaking, by his domination. The etchings of another orgasm was building inside her core.
Over and over he rammed his dick inside her. And she took every inch of him. Between one breath and the next, her body simply imploded. She keened into his mouth. Her body trembled. Her pussy quaked with the reverberations from her ass as it clenched and shuddered around his plunging staff.
“Cora,” Garrett growled as his body stiffened and he fucked her faster as he came. He continued to rock his hips until the last tremors of their combined orgasms ended. She whimpered as he withdrew his cock. Her eyes fluttered and she fought to keep them open but she was fighting a losing battle. She collapsed onto the bed and rolled onto her back, forcing herself to keep her heavy-lidded gaze slightly open and focused on his movements.
Her body was floating on a blissful plane while Garrett moved around on the bed. In a daze, she watched him pad naked into the bathroom. Her eyes must have closed because she yelped when he parted her thighs and cleaned away the fluids between her thighs with a warm wet washcloth.
“Easy, sweetheart. Just rest,” he murmured, his touch uber gentle, lulling her into a hypnotic state. He left her on the bed once more and moved around her bedroom, putting the Velcro restraints back in his goody bag before placing it on the small corner chair. Then he shut off the lights and finally joined her in bed.
He drew the covers up over them and pulled her into his arms. She went willingly into them, clinging to him. Garrett kissed her then, just a slight, tender brushing of his lips against hers. But as he kissed her, her heart tumbled and fell into the abyss, feeling protected and cherished, feeling as if tonight he had staked his claim on her, heart and soul.
Surrounded by him, by his indomitable strength, she laid her head against his shoulder. Nestled in his arms, safe and thoroughly pleasured, she fell into a deep slumber.
Chapter 20
Garrett blinked his eyes open, unsure of what had woken him up exactly, and reached for Cora’s lithe little body. When he found her side of the bed empty and cold, he searched and found Milo standing next to the bed on his side, staring at him with owl eyes.
“Hey, squirt,” he said, unsure how he should proceed and wondering if Milo had ever seen a man in his mother’s bed before.
“You’re in Mama’s bed?”
“Yeah, I am.” He wiped a hand over his face, trying to come up with a valid excuse. His brain, hampered without an infusion of coffee, was coming up with nothing.
Milo asked, “Why? What happened to your clothes?”
“Uhhh.” Shit, he had no idea how to answer. If he said too much or the wrong thing, he would piss Cora off. It wasn’t like he was skilled in the art of replying to toddlers, especially impressionable toddlers who seemed to soak up every bit of information. Was this where he told Milo about his intentions toward his mother?
“Hey baby, what are you doing in here? Leave Garrett alone and let him wake up. It was really late when I got home from work, so he spent the night. Okay?” Cora explained with a sweet voice that held an edge of steel, daring Garrett to disagree or intervene.
“All right, Mama.” Milo turned a beaming face up toward Cora.
And Christ, but she took Garrett’s breath away. Her hair was damp and hung loose about her delicate shoulders. Her makeup was gone, her face freshly washed. The pale pink fluffy robe covered everything from her neck to her cute toes. And still she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Or maybe it was the fact that he was falling for her—and falling fast. He didn’t question what he felt, even with his less than stellar past where relationships were concerned, and even now as he was fighting to keep his past from harming his future. It was as if Garrett had been waiting, waiting for Cora to waltz into his life and turn it upside down. He’d always been rather succinct and a bit of a fatalist. That first time he’d been with her at the club, something inside him had recognized her as the one for him and had said: mine.
And those feelings had blossomed, deepened every time he held her in his arms, felt her surrender beneath him. It didn’t matter whether he was balls deep inside her sweet heat or sitting next to her at the rodeo. Deep down, he knew she was it for him.
And he was falling for Milo, too, the inquisitive, sharp little boy Garrett wanted to help Cora with. He wanted to
teach him to play ball and ride a bike.
“Let’s get you ready to go play with all your friends,” she said, ushering Milo out of the room. She gave Garrett a pointed glance as she left. It said get up, get dressed, and get out. That was something they were going to have to work on. They were in this relationship together full time. Not just in the dead of night when no one else was watching. Because he didn’t want there to be explanations and excuses as to why he was in Cora’s bed come morning. He planned to be there permanently. Now all he had to do was convince her of that.
Garrett rose and collected his clothing. He dressed in a flash, not knowing precisely what Cora’s schedule was today. And he didn’t want to piss her off, especially since he had the feeling she was disgruntled over the fact that he’d inadvertently spent the night. Although, it wasn’t as if she had told him to leave. He wondered if she was having a hard time figuring out how to explain their relationship to her son. He’d bet money that was it. And it was something he would help her with, that they could figure out together. Shrugging his shirt on, he remembered how she had looked as he’d spanked her last night.
Fucking hot as hell. He wanted to take her to his private dungeon and see how she’d do with a flogger. Wincing as he zipped his jeans up, he shifted himself.
Jesus, he had to get ahold of himself. Little good it would do to head downstairs with morning wood and have Milo notice.
He grabbed his goody bag and headed down the stairs.
Milo was sitting at the kitchen table, happily eating pancakes and eggs.
“There’s a plate for you too,” Cora said, nodding toward a plate on the counter piled high with scrambled eggs and pancakes. The scent wafted over Garrett and his stomach growled. She’d just slipped the last of the pancakes onto another plate and put the frying pan on a back burner on the stove to cool off. The woman looked downright edible.
“Thanks.” A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. He was getting to her. They were making progress. In order to speed things up a bit—and frankly because he craved a taste of her, not to mention it would erase the awkwardness rippling off her in waves—Garrett closed the distance between them, yanked her supple body into his arms and kissed her. It was all tongue and teeth, but he felt her surrender, felt her resistance melt. God, the woman could kiss. She was all soft, pliant femininity in his arms, her fingers digging in to his chest. Then he lifted his mouth and took a step back. He had to, otherwise her kid would get quite the education.
Garrett glanced at Milo. The tow-headed boy was clutching his fork, a piece of pancake speared on it and dripping maple syrup. The owl eyes were back, and his mouth formed a nearly perfect circle.
Diffusing the tension, Garrett lifted his plate, grabbed a cup of coffee sitting by the pot, then carried them over to the kitchen table. He sat at the head of the table, right by Milo. Garrett acted calm and collected, pouring some syrup over his pancakes and said, “So, bud, I know you just saw me kissing your mom.”
Milo nodded.
“I plan on doing that a lot.”
“Why?” Milo tilted his head to the side and looked earnestly at him. And the look reminded him of Cora.
“Because I happen to like your mom quite a bit and I want to make sure that’s okay with you. Since you’re the man the of the house and all. It means I will be here at your house a lot.”
“Mmm, yep.” And then Milo went back to eating his pancakes. Shoveling them in was the more accurate description. But the kid didn’t seem fazed by him kissing Cora.
Cora, on the other hand, was giving Garrett the stink eye as she sat across from him. She’d come around. He ate breakfast with them as if they were already a family. And hell, he wanted it, them, with a fierceness that gripped his very soul.
What would Cora think if she knew he wanted her beyond a few nights of fun and was looking at forever? “I want you both to come have dinner at my place tonight.”
“Garrett, I’m not sure. With the dog…” Cora was deflecting and trying to avoid her feelings for him. And she did have feelings for him, he’d felt them in her touch and in the way she’d clung to him last night.
“You can bring Elmo. I have plenty of space, so he’ll be fine.” At his name Elmo rushed in, yapping and panting in excitement.
“I’ll come pick you guys up and drive you home. It’s just dinner, Cora. I’m sure Milo would love to come to my place.” He hated that he was playing dirty when Milo got all excited. Cora narrowed her eyes.
He’d deal with it later. He wanted her in his world completely.
Garrett took his empty plate over to the sink and rinsed it before setting the dish in the dishwasher, proving that he was housebroken. Then he walked over and kissed Cora again, which Milo thought was hilarious and tossed his little head back, cackling in glee.
“Thanks for breakfast. I’ll see you guys tonight at five.” He left Cora’s house with a spring in his step. He planned to show her exactly what he had to offer beyond the bedroom.
Garrett stowed his goody bag in the back seat before climbing into the cab of his truck. With a last glance at her two-story condo, the gray siding and stone structure, he reversed out of her drive.
If he was going to host them for dinner tonight, he’d have to stop by the grocery store and pick some things up. It might not hurt to grab some puppy chow and dog bowls either. Then at some point today, he had to contact Sasha and check on how the resort was running without him there.
Garrett wasn’t used to this much inactivity. Not to mention that he was hiding from Gail and his past. That wasn’t like him. He’d joined the army because he had needed to escape his mother’s condescension over Gail and the fallout that it had caused within his life. His father had wanted him to go work as the head of their European division in London until things calmed down a bit in the aftermath. He’d opted to forge his own destiny instead of the one ascribed to him.
It was, in a roundabout way, how he’d met Spencer, ended up here in Jackson Hole building his own hotel from the ground up, and it had all led to meeting Cora.
His cell phone blared. Noting the name that popped up on the screen, he answered.
“Jack, what’s up?” Please let it be good news. He needed the shenanigans with Gail to conclude.
“Can you stop by the station?”
“Sure. I’m already in town, so it shouldn’t take me long.” Garrett changed lanes and took a left, driving in the opposite direction of the grocery store.
“You are, huh? This wouldn’t have anything to do with Spencer’s cousin, would it?” Jack asked, chuckling.
“None of your business. What does it matter anyway?” Although, deep down, Garrett knew he’d never acted this way with any of the other subs or any of the women he had dated throughout the years. Cora was different.
“Never thought I’d live to see the day.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You with Spencer’s cousin. She got to you. Don’t deny it because I know you too damn well. Gotta go, I’ll see you in a few,” Jack said, disconnecting the call.
She had gotten to him. There was no denying that fact. Cora had entered his life and upended all his carefully held control. At times with her, he felt like a stripling youth with his first crush. But it went far deeper than a mere crush.
It only took Garrett ten minutes to reach the police station. It was a squat, tan building without any unique identifiers other than the clock tower standing sentinel at the entrance. Inside he gave his name to the front desk clerk, an Officer Johnston, a young, fresh-faced uniform officer with his black hair in a short buzz cut who looked fresh from the academy. At least until you looked into the guy’s eyes, because there was a depth and weariness there Garrett had seen in Jack’s eyes. It was the tired and burned out resignation of members of law enforcement who had the knowledge of just how horrendous humanity could be.
When Jack arrived at the door to let him in, Garrett almost didn’t recognize him. Gone was his standard bla
ck, military style dress uniform. Now that he had made detective, he wore dark blue jeans with a light blue dress shirt and his black Stetson. The only thing that distinguished him as an officer was his gun belt with his standard issue Glock in the holster at his hip, and his badge on a chain that hung around his neck to his mid-chest.
“Glad you came. We have a lot to talk about,” Jack said, shaking his hand. Then he led Garrett through the maze of desks in the main room that was comprised of both uniformed officers and plain clothes detectives. It looked like any corporate office building—well, except for the fact that every single individual was packing a firearm.
“You’re being rather cryptic, Jack, what’s going on?” Garrett asked.
“I think we caught a break. It seems you are not the only one she’s ever blackmailed. My contact at the FBI was able to hack her computer email and located correspondence with another man, a Mike Wyatt, from whom she was able to syphon five million with the same method she used on you. That she had damning video footage of the two of them during intercourse and if he didn’t pay up, she would take it to the authorities and the press.”
“She got to Mike too?” Their families had moved in the same social circles. Mike’s dad owned one of the big brokerage firms in Manhattan.
“You know him?” Jack asked with a raised brow as they walked past his desk and down one of the hallways.
“I did, before I enlisted in the army. It’s been years since I even thought of him. But yeah, his family ran in the same circles as mine did.” And that meant that Garrett hadn’t been the only one Gail had been fucking when they were together. It didn’t surprise him as it should have, because he was learning just how much of a foolish schmuck he’d been where Gail had been concerned.
“Where are you taking me?” he asked Jack as they took the stairs up to the second floor.