So instead of going harder, I slip my dick out of her, scoop her into my arms, and carry her to my bed.
Reaching towards my nightstand, she catches my hand. “Just so you know, I’m on the pill.”
I’ve heard those words before. No, I don’t think Sheena lied to me about being on the pill, but I’ve worn condoms ever since. No harm in doubling up. Other women I’ve been with have been on the pill, but I was never tempted enough to go without a condom. This is different. Having felt Devlyn without anything between us, it’s really no decision at all.
Her eyes wander my face. This time when I slip myself inside her, her whole body coils around me. “Garrett,” she moans in a sweet whisper.
Moving a strand of hair off her face, I hold her cheek in the palm of my hand, grinding my hips into her hard, watching her eyes close, her mouth drop open.
“Mmm, right there,” she says, her hands slipping to my ass.
I know as soon as I find any rhythm at all, she’s going to go flying over the edge. I give her one more hard thrust, and her eyes flash open, seeing my mischievous grin and catching on to my game.
“We’ve waited too long for this to be quick,” I say.
Smiling, she pulls me to her mouth, slowly stroking my tongue with hers. My dick takes over, and going slow is not a priority for him.
“I don’t care,” she begs. “I just want to come.”
Never one to like disappointing a woman, I start to pound into her. The muscles of her pussy tighten over and over with each thrust. Fuck, she’s good. Her body tightens underneath me, her back arching up, and I see her bite her bottom lip.
“Let me hear it, baby,” I order. No way is she going to deny me hearing her orgasm rip through her.
I thought I knew everything about this woman. I was only kidding myself. Her touch, her kiss, the way she moves—I realize I knew nothing, because nothing has ever felt like this before.
She’s a mystery. Guess she always has been. I’m about to solve a little piece of her. Witnessing someone orgasm is seeing their vulnerability. They are letting you see them naked, without defenses. For those few moments, their guard is completely down. It’s a rare and beautiful thing to see someone completely without inhibition, completely raw.
Watching her hair spread out on my pillow, feeling her hands on my back, hearing the moan of my name from her lips, tasting her sweet skin—I memorize it all. Her body quakes, her arms and legs wrapping around me as her body relaxes beneath me. That little piece of her is no longer a mystery to me.
Stroking her cheek, her eyes flutter open. She doesn’t shy away from my gaze, but reaches for my face, this time without hesitation. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. Her response is to tighten her muscles around my cock. “Oh, fuck.” She laughs. “So that’s how you want to play?” I say, pinning her arms over her head.
“Dirty,” she says, pulling free and slipping me out of her. A naughty glint in her eye, she pushes me to my back, slowly crawling over me. “I want to play dirty.”
There really is nothing like the sight of a beautiful woman straddling you—their hair wild and loose, their tits on full display, the warmth of their pussy taunting you. There’s not a more beautiful view in the world than this. Holding her hips, I slip back inside her. Christ, how is it possible she feels better than she did a minute ago?
Some women feel self-conscious in this position, not liking their tits bouncing or some shit. Devlyn doesn’t suffer from that affliction. Thank God, because I don’t think I’ll be able to live without this in my life. I always say we don’t often want what we really need. Well, Devlyn riding my dick is both a want and a need for me from here on out.
Holding her ass, I encourage her to go faster. My cock pulses inside of her. I see her biting her bottom lip again, her little orgasmic tell. A good man never lets his woman lose her orgasm. What a waste that would be. Slowly, I slide my hand across her thigh. One little flick to her clit, and she’s calling out to the Big Man upstairs. As her muscles clench, she forces my orgasm.
She collapses on top of me, her hair fanning out across my chest, and I let my hands wander—her soft skin, those killer curves, her perfect ass. She lifts her head, resting her chin on my chest. I look down at her, expecting to see questions in her eyes.
What does this mean?
What will we tell Mia?
Are we a couple?
Are we still friends?
But I don’t see any of that. Instead, she leans up, kisses me softly, then cuddles into my side.
CHAPTER TWELVE
GARRETT
Believe it or not, I’ve never actually woken up with a woman in my bed, never spent the entire night with one. I don’t think I’ve ever actually fallen asleep with a woman after sex, either. So when I feel Devlyn’s fingers playing with my hair, I startle awake.
Mia?
I glance at the clock. It’s too early for Mia to be awake and up. I’m sure she’s still fast asleep at my dad’s house. Devlyn leans up on her elbow. Looking down at me, she smiles and says, “I can’t believe I’m in Garrett Hollis’ bed.”
“Well, I can’t believe I get to have Devlyn Drake for breakfast,” I say, flipping the sheet up and disappearing between her legs.
“Garrett,” she giggles out. “I have to . . .”
She can’t finish the thought once my tongue finds her. One lick, one suck, and I know I’m going to love doing this to her. Holding her thighs open, I work her over.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “The diner. I need to go.”
“Come first,” I tease.
“I can’t,” she says, flipping the sheet back to look down at me. Lifting my head slightly, I look up at her. “Cause then I’ll have to return the favor. Then that will lead to sex, and then we will never make it out of bed.” Laughing, I just shake my head. “And I don’t believe in sixty-nine.”
Now I completely raise my head. “You don’t believe in it? Like on principle?”
She laughs. “No, I mean I’m bad at it. I get too distracted and forget my part.”
I lower my head, laughing. Have I ever laughed in bed with a woman before?
I kiss her inner thighs. She’s been feeding me for years, now’s not the time to change that. Even if now the only thing on the menu is her. “You wouldn’t deny a starving man,” I say.
Her head tosses back laughing, her legs falling open a little more. Thank God. The thing about giving oral sex to a woman is you’ve got to go all in. You can’t be tentative. If you don’t love doing it, then you probably shouldn’t. You’ll just end up disappointing her.
Lifting her thighs to my shoulders, I bury myself between her legs. Last night was sex. Straight up, hardcore sex. This morning, it’s time to get into the finer points of making a woman come. The dick is great. Fingers work, too, but there is absolutely nothing like making a woman come with your mouth. My cock throbbing, I want nothing more than to feel her shuddering as my tongue slips in and out of her. I could come just from the taste of her, she’s that good.
“Right there, oh God, yes, don’t stop,” she begs.
As much as I’m not ready to stop, I give her what she needs. Her legs tighten then fall open. Planting light kisses along her folds, I feel the last tremors of her orgasm. Silently, I promise her pussy I’ll be back. We will be seeing a lot of each other.
Devlyn motions for me to come to her. I get to my knees, and her eyes go wide, my erection heavy and hard. Like she knows it’s going to hurt like hell if we leave him that way, she straddles me, sitting in my lap—face-to-face.
Some positions are just more intimate than others. Taking a woman from behind is fun as hell, but I wouldn’t call it intimate. On the intimacy scale, this is off the charts. Facing each other, direct eye contact, no hiding.
Taking hold of me, she slips me inside. Good to know that last night wasn’t all in my head, she really does feel that good. Holding on to each other, our hips rock back and forth slowly, deliberately—my orgasm their
only goal.
Devlyn moves her hair behind her shoulders, granting me access to her full, gorgeous tits. Placing one hand behind my neck, she urges me to her, never stopping the rocking of our hips. Lightly, I outline her nipple with my tongue, then suck, making sure my teeth barely graze her. The pleasure shoots right between her legs, making her even wetter.
“What are you doing to me?” she moans. “I need to come again.” Taking hold of her hair, I lift my head, forcing her eyes to me. “Please, Garrett.”
“Fuck,” I groan, on the verge myself.
Lifting my finger to her mouth, I say, “Suck.” Her eyes waver, but she slips my finger between her lips, sucking. Jesus, what I wouldn’t give for that to be my cock, but I can’t think about that right now. “Get it nice and wet.”
Her eyes close, her tongue circling my finger. Slipping it out, I move my hand to her ass. She stops moving. “What are you . . .”
“Making you come,” I say.
Her blue eyes study me for a second before she gives me a little nod. Pulling her close, I slip my finger just inside. She tenses. Her eyes close, tightly. For a second, I wonder if she’s going to stop me. I tilt my head, kissing a path down her neck, feeling her body relax a little more with each kiss, letting my finger sink deeper and deeper.
“Good?” I ask, slipping my dick in and out. Her mouth drops open, her head nodding. Damn right it feels good. A little anal play never hurt anyone. I plant a kiss behind her ear and whisper, “Let me know if you need me to stop.”
Her head shakes, and I bite the inside of my mouth so I don’t laugh at her. She’s totally shocked and surprised about how good it feels to have my finger and dick filling her up at the same time.
“I’m gonna come,” she says, her hips moving faster. “Oh, God, I’m going to come like this.”
“Get there, Devlyn,” I say, about to lose it. “Get there.”
Two seconds after her orgasm rips through her, I follow along. I lower her down to the mattress and gently kiss her forehead, pulling her into my chest, waiting for her ragged breath to slow. I let my hands roam. The curve from her tits, to her waist, to her ass is perfection. Her body is the perfect blend of soft and strong.
She looks up, pouting her lip at me. “I don’t want to go.”
“I don’t want you to,” I whisper.
“I have to.”
“I know,” I say.
One more kiss and she sits up, looking around for her clothes. I watch her. With each piece of clothing she puts on, she moves slower and slower, like she’s being weighed down.
“Devlyn,” I say, taking hold of her waist. “Just because the night is over doesn’t mean this is over.” She’s biting that bottom lip again, only this time it’s to hold something else in, her tears. “You know how hungry I can be.”
She laughs, and I hope it carries her all the way to work.
*
“Are you seriously still sleeping?” Mia cries out, like she’s caught me breaking the law.
Shit, I must’ve fallen back asleep after Devlyn left. God knows I didn’t get much sleep last night. I sit up, the sheet pooling at my waist.
Mia walks closer, her head tilted. “You have a shirt on? You never sleep with a shirt on?”
Shit! I put a shirt on when I walked Devlyn to her car. We’re going to have to be more careful. Her car can’t be parked at my house until the early morning hours, and I can’t change my habits.
She reaches out, trying to feel my forehead. “Are you getting sick?”
I shoo her away, having not showered off my night with Devlyn. “No.”
She steps back a little. “Was there a woman in here?”
“What?” I bark. “Mia, you cannot . . .”
“You had a date with the third woman,” Mia says, her voice growing quiet. “Was she here?”
My after-sex high deflates. As much as she’s pushed me dating, the reality smacking her in the face isn’t what she expected. “I took her out, but she didn’t come here.” I take her hand. “And I’m not sick, either. I planned your birthday last night.”
My gut twists a little bit. I’m not technically lying to her, but her reaction to the thought of another woman being here has me worried.
She kisses me on the cheek. “Out the door in five.”
“That’s my line,” I tease her.
She playfully snaps her fingers at me, and I grab some clothes to go take a quick shower. Turning on the water, Devlyn’s arching back flashes in my mind. I head to my nightstand and grab my phone, pulling up Devlyn’s number. She’s still programmed in as DD. Quickly, I type.
Next time, I need to shower with you.
Her response is immediate.
It’s a date.
*
Devlyn is with a customer when Mia and I walk in and find our usual table. Mia gives her a little wave, and Devlyn smiles, her eyes barely glancing at me. It’s funny, I can’t remember how we usually greet each other. All I can think about is wanting to grab her, kiss her, lift her on the counter and . . .
“Dad?” Mia says. “Are we . . .”
“Hmm . . .”
“You aren’t listening.”
“I’ve got the plans for the pavilion on my mind.”
She frowns at me. “I was asking if we’re going to the movie in the square tonight.”
“Of course,” I say.
Our coffee mugs appear under our noses. I look up, Devlyn doing her best not to make eye contact with me, a little smile on her pink lips. “And how are things with the Hollis clan this morning?”
“Not good,” Mia says. “Daddy failed dating.”
Devlyn looks down, her lips pursed together. “That right?”
Mia nods, winking at me. “It’s alright. I decided I like having him all to myself, anyway.”
Devlyn’s downcast eyes glance at me. I’m just as unsure as she is whether Mia’s serious or not. I doubt Mia even knows. Her father dating has to be strange for her. Her graduation joke turned into something she never intended, and as much as she pushed me to date, I don’t think she’s one hundred percent ready for there to be another woman in my life. Maybe she’ll never be ready. I look at Devlyn. Maybe it shouldn’t matter.
“Guess I’m his date for movie night tonight. You coming?” Mia asks.
“I’ll be there,” Devlyn says, glancing at me. We’ve sat together for movie nights for as long as I can remember.
Mia begins ordering for herself and for me, but I don’t care, too busy trying not to stare at Devlyn. “Just the man I wanted to see,” the mayor says, coming up behind me. “Any ideas on the pavilion?”
“I’ll just get your order,” Devlyn says, starting to walk away. Damn, that ass. How am I not supposed to stare?
“Devlyn,” the mayor calls out. “You hurt? You’re walking kind of funny.”
Oh shit, I cover my mouth to contain my laugh.
She throws me a look and tells the mayor, “Pilates. Really stretches the muscles.”
One last look and she’s off behind the counter. Half listening to the mayor droning on and on about the project, I keep stealing glances at Devlyn. Most of the food is prepared out front by Devlyn or her short order cook. There’s an additional kitchen in the back that’s Devlyn’s territory. It’s also where she does all her baking. When I see her disappear to the back, I excuse myself.
Making sure Mia’s not looking, I slip through the door to follow her. Jumping slightly, Devlyn turns around, her back up against the freezer. “What are you . . .”
I let my kiss shut her up. Is there a better way? “Good morning,” I whisper, moving to her neck.
Her moan is damn near intoxicating. I no longer care where we are, who could walk in, how this might look. I only care about the little sounds of pleasure she’s making. Letting my hands roam the curves of her body, I flip up her tutu.
“Garrett!” she whispers in a little giggle. I cup her, feeling her heat through her leggings. She’s soaked through. There
is no greater compliment than knowing I can do that to her. I slip my hand underneath her waistband.
Her eyes flash wide, forcing my hand away. “I’m going to burn your toast!” Grinning, I play with a strand of her hair. She looks up at me and whispers, “I lied to you about something.”
I’ve been lied to enough by women. Sheena took care of that by the time I was eighteen. Devlyn knows that. “What?”
“Scott,” she says, looking down, her skin turning red.
“Devlyn, if you didn’t really break up with him, you are now!”
She looks up, a tight-lipped smile on her face. “I lied to you about why we broke up.”
“You said you guys were all business.”
“That’s true, but there’s more to it.”
“Okay, so what’s the real reason?”
Lightly, she places her hand on my cheek. “He’s not you.”
She gives me the most adorable little smile. That’s the kind of lie that’s easy to forgive. Leaning in, I let my mouth hover over hers, and her lips part.
“Dad?” Mia calls as the door opens, causing Devlyn and I to jump away from each other. “What are you doing back here?”
Devlyn’s eyes dart to me. Good thing my lying skills are well-honed. “Devlyn had a problem with her freezer the other night, and I fixed it. I was just making sure everything was still running smoothly.”
*
Lucky for me, Mia bought the freezer bullshit, but she’s been by my side all day. There’s been no time to sneak a phone call to Devlyn, or a kiss for that matter, and I doubt there will be time tonight. Movie night in the square is a tradition for Mia and me, and Devlyn, too, so there’s no skipping out.
I look towards the diner. The lights are off already, but Devlyn’s not here.
Sometimes she brings cookies or brownies or something, but I don’t see any tonight. Only the old popcorn machine the local Boy Scout chapter sets up to raise money for their troop. I throw a blanket and pillow on the sofa. It’s summertime, but ever since Mia was a baby, she always ended up curled in a blanket—sometimes with her head in my lap, sometimes with her head in Devlyn’s lap. Devlyn taught me how to braid Mia’s hair right here during a showing of Indiana Jones. Yeah, that’s the other thing about movie night. The movies aren’t from the last two decades. Perfect example is tonight’s movie, Weekend at Bernie’s.
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