She nearly slipped down when she planted her soapy foot and lifted the other. He steadied her, flicking water on her feet to rinse them and straightened. Catching her shoulders, he rotated her, gathered her hair and flicked it over one shoulder and scrubbed her back. Naturally her cleft and buttocks got all the attention there.
Drawing her back against his length when he’d finished, he placed the bath scrub in her hand and pushed his cock between her legs, stroking it back and forth against her nether lips while he massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples with his fingers.
“My turn,” he murmured huskily.
Chapter Eight
Chelsey’s belly was already doing a shimmy when she pulled away and turned. It was sheer pleasure to run her hands over his beautifully sculpted chest and belly and arms. She used both hands, swapping the bath scrub from one to the other. Ignoring the dick standing at attention, she knelt down and washed his feet and legs next, starting at his feet and working upwards. Straightening when she got to the tops of his thighs, she reached around him and washed his buttocks and cleft and then pulled away to focus on his joy stick, watching his face while she stroked it and reached beneath it to gently massage his testicles.
Garryk watched her from beneath his lashes. “You keep playing with that, baby, and it’s gonna go off,” he drawled lazily.
Her lips curled with a smile of satisfaction. “I’ve got to make sure it’s clean.”
“Maybe you could wash it a little faster?”
Confusion flickered through her until she caught his meaning. She chuckled. “It might spit at me and then I wouldn’t get to kiss it to make your back better.”
He grinned at her and pulled away, turning to rinse off. “I don’t know if I want you kissing it or not. You got sharp claws, lady. Maybe you got sharp teeth, too.”
She moved up behind him, reaching around him to help him rinse the soap off and nibbling kisses over his back. A shudder went through him when she lathed the welts on his back with her tongue. “Guess I’ll have to just settle for kissing these then,” she murmured teasingly.
He twisted his head to look back at her, but he didn’t comment. Moving away from her he stepped out of the shower. As soon as he did, she moved under the spray to rinse off.
He jiggled the toilet handle again.
“Garryk!”
Laughing, he moved to the lavatory and turned on the water instead to brush his teeth. The water in the shower went from warm to hot in two seconds flat. Leaping back, Chelsey hastily turned the water off. “You ass!” she said without heat as she climbed out and grabbed a towel.
He choked in the middle of his gargle.
“Serves you right!” she snapped, flushing the toilet and heading out.
He caught up to her before she managed to pass the bed, snatching her up and diving sideways onto the mattress. The bed creaked ominously as they landed. They both stilled, waiting to see if it would collapse.
“Wobbly bed,” Garryk commented after a moment, shifting around and stuffing one of her pillows beneath his head.
Chelsey sent him a look. “It isn’t used to having a two hundred pound man leaping on it,” she said dryly.
He caught his dick in one hand and pointed it at her. “Now … we were discussing penance. On your knees woman.”
Chelsey studied him with a half smile for a moment. “I thought we were talking about kisses?”
“I’m maimed and weak with blood loss. I need resuscitation.”
She crawled toward him. “You aren’t worried about the teeth?”
He cupped his dick protectively against his belly, his eyes gleaming with suppressed laughter. “Ok, change of plan.”
Chelsey halted on all fours, one hand planted on either side of his hips. She curled her lips inward over her teeth. “Look, no teeth.”
He studied her a long moment and held it out to her. Smiling, Chelsey settled on one hip, braced herself with one arm and curled her fingers around his shaft. “Ok. Now … how do I perform the resuscitation?”
“Put it in your mouth and suck.”
She lifted her brows. “You sure I’m not supposed to blow? I’ve always heard it called blowing.”
“Suck.”
Shrugging, she settled closer and covered the head with her mouth, sucking it and running her tongue across the slit in the tip and around the rim of the head. “Feeling any better?” she murmured when she released it.
“A little more,” he responded a little hoarsely. “You could stroke it with your hands, too.”
She curled her hand firmly around it and stroked it from root to tip and then reversed the motion several times. “Like that?”
“Yeah … just like that,” he said tightly.
Shifting to a more comfortable position, she abandoned the tease and focused on pleasuring him with her mouth and her hands. The warmth he’d generated inside her in the shower built as she felt his rise. He speared his fingers in her damp hair after a few moments, adjusting her rhythm, and then released her, expelling a harsh breath. He shifted a little jerkily a moment later and then stilled for a space of heartbeats, then his hips lifted in counter to her strokes. Releasing a pent up breath, he curled his fingers into the bedclothes.
His restless, jerky movements sent heat spiraling through her, a sense of excitement. She sucked on him more enthusiastically as the urge rose inside her to bring him off with her hands and mouth. She knew the very moment he reached the limit of his endurance. He clamped his hands beneath her arms and hauled her upward. “Wait!” she gasped in dismay.
He ignored the demand. Dragging her onto her knees and aligning himself with her body, he shifted his hands to her hips and pressed her downward as he curled his hips and thrust upward. For once, he met little resistance. She was so wet her moisture flowed over his hard flesh as soon as he impaled her with it. With no more than a couple of jabbing forays, he’d buried himself to the hilt inside of her.
Chelsey stared down at his face dizzily, too stunned to find herself in control to think what to do for several moments. He sat up, curling his arms around her and dragging her close enough to cover a breast with his mouth. She rotated her hips experimentally as she felt heat pouring through her from his mouth on her breast and the responding flutter of reaction in her sex. The movement stirred harder currents of pleasure. When he finally fell back against the pillows, she leaned over him, struggling to find the movement that gave her the most pleasure. Finding it at last, she began to move more rhythmically, striving to reach her climax. She’d already begun to feel the first warning flutters when he pulled her down and captured one nipple with his mouth. The moment he curled his tongue around it and sucked, fireworks exploded inside her. She gasped, tensed, and then rode her climax until her body stopped quaking.
He dragged his legs up as she went limp on top of him, planting the soles of his feet against the mattress. Clamping an arm tightly around her hips and one around her upper back, he lunged upward, landed on his knees and then tipped her over onto her back, landing above her. The feat of strength stunned her. The moment he changed positions with her, however, he positioned himself for better leverage and set a feverish pace that lit a fresh conflagration inside her. She climaxed again just as he began to shudder with his own orgasm.
It wasn’t until she was drifting in the euphoric aftermath that she remembered he’d stopped her before she could make him come with her mouth. “Why didn’t you let me finish the BJ?”
Garryk tensed, pushing himself away from her to study her face while he tried to gather his wits. The woman knew her strategy! By rights her mental processes should’ve been as sluggish as his was after what they’d just finished doing, damn it to hell! Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to coax any sort of mental calisthenics to life. The only thing that was really clear to him at the moment was that it was a loaded question he needed to avoid until he’d thought of an answer she would accept, because he was pretty damned sure she wasn’t going to be especially de
lighted with the truth!
He’d given her fair warning, though, damn it! Granted, he’d counted on her dismissing it, just like she clearly had, but the fact remained that he’d covered his ass when the shit went down, told her his plan to make her the mother of his children! She couldn’t accuse him of being underhanded … or careless.
Well, he supposed she could. She was a woman, after all. They didn’t worry too much about being reasonable when they were thoroughly pissed off.
It sure as hell hadn’t been any part of the plan to give her a chance to confront him about it, though—the number one reason being that he didn’t want to give her a chance to run him off before he’d had the chance entrench himself! Number two being a serious confrontation too early in the game might lead to failure or retreat or worse and he wasn’t about to let that happen.
He finally decided to simply pitch the ball back into her court when nothing came to mind. “Did you want to?”
“If I hadn’t I wouldn’t have done it.”
Fuck! He hadn’t expected her to volley it right back. He looked away from her, scanning the room until he located the clock. “Shit! I’ve gotta go.” Capturing her face with his hand, he kissed her lingeringly. “Be thinking about where you want to go while I’m gone. I’ll be back … I should be back around nine.”
Chelsey pushed herself upright. “You haven’t even eaten!” she exclaimed in dismay.
He sent her a smoldering look. “Maybe later?”
She watched him as he strode across the room to the bag he’d dropped by the door the night before, crouched down and unzipped it, rifling through the contents.
“I meant food,” she said a little testily.
“I’ll grab something on the way,” he said absently. “Did I leave a pair of jeans here?”
Chelsey sighed. “I washed them. They’re in the bottom, middle drawer of the dresser.
Garryk threw her a speculative look as he straightened with a knit shirt and a pair of knit boxers, trying to digest that, wondering if he could place any significance in it or not. He couldn’t tell anything about her expression, though. She might’ve done it for no other reason than the fact that he’d left them—and be annoyed at being put to the trouble. Pulling his shirt and shorts on, he moved to the dresser and pulled the drawer out, dug through the other clothes she’d cleaned for him and unearthed the jeans he was looking for. “You washed them,” he commented neutrally, struggling with the pleasure it gave him that she’d washed them, carefully folded them, and put them away. She was neat. Don’t be stupid, Garryk! Flicking them to unfold them, he focused on stepping into them and adjusting them.
Chelsey frowned. “I didn’t mess them up.”
He flicked another glance at her when he’d fastened the waist and zipped them, frowning as a vague memory surfaced. “I thought I broke the zipper.”
“You did. I put another in.”
He studied her curiously a moment and strode toward her. Capturing her face between his palms, he kissed her soundly on the mouth. “You’re an angel. Thanks!” he said, smiling.
She smiled back at him tentatively, feeling curiously relieved. He left her. Grabbing a pair of sneakers out of the bag and shoving his feet into them, he glanced at the clock again. “Shit! I really do need to get a move on. Pick a nice restaurant, baby. I’ll see you in a bit.”
She heard him pause in the living room and the jingle of coins. He’d collected his wallet, change, and watch by time she reached the door to the living room and was heading out the front door. Frowning as it slammed behind him, feeling oddly ambiguous, she stared at the door for a few moments and finally looked down at the semen snaking down her thigh. Uttering an irritated huff, she headed into the bathroom to clean up.
She didn’t know what to think of the man! He’d acted so … strange when he found out she’d washed his clothes and repaired his jeans. He’d seemed both pleased and sincerely grateful when he’d thanked her, but she wasn’t altogether certain he had been. She’d almost felt like she’d … encroached. If he hadn’t expected, or at least hoped, she would wash his clothes, though, why leave them in her hamper?
And why had he evaded her question if it came to that? He’d deliberately avoided answering, tried to distract her—succeeded, for that matter. She would’ve thought he’d want a BJ. It had always pissed Lawrence off royally if she stopped short of bringing him off and he sure as hell didn’t mind asking for one! In fact, he’d pestered her constantly until she’d reached the point where she hated giving him blow jobs.
Maybe Lawrence was just kinky like that, though, rather than typical?
She considered it while she dressed and finally dismissed it.
Garryk had wanted it and he’d thoroughly enjoyed it. The only reason she could think of that he might not want her to finish was because he’d been worried he wouldn’t be able to satisfy her afterward. That pleased her until she’d gone over it in her head again. He’d stopped her the first time, too, she remembered abruptly, and she was almost certain he’d reached the point where the only thing that mattered in that moment was finding release. He’d been so frantic to get inside her that time that he’d almost left her behind. That seemed to eliminate anxiety about her getting her cookie.
Ok, so he wasn’t that selfless! She was sure he was smart enough to know that a woman was a lot more likely to put out if a man pleased her, but there were still a lot of them that didn’t worry about that—because they didn’t actually have to. A man like Garryk could change women as often as he changed his socks, which meant he didn’t actually have to worry about getting a good report card.
She gave up on trying to figure that one out when she reached the kitchen, focusing for a little while on whether she wanted breakfast or lunch. It was too late for one and too early for the other, but she finally decided to have breakfast anyway.
Was it the domesticity thing that had unnerved him when he’d discovered she’d done his laundry, she wondered while she ate her eggs? She decided he had seemed almost unnerved about it, but why? He slept in her bed every night and had since he’d followed her home from school! And the operative word was ‘slept’. Not that she had anything to complain about! When he was hot, he was really hot! But wasn’t sleeping with a … fuck buddy a no-no for single men who were phobic about relationships? Weren’t they afraid it might give a woman ideas?
Not that she knew that Garryk was phobic. He was still young. He might just not be ready to settle down. As far as that went, she hadn’t seen him in years. He could’ve married and divorced in that time.
He hadn’t mentioned it, but it wasn’t as if they’d had a lot of time to talk even if he’d been willing to share—and he’d never been the kind of person who wanted to ‘unload’.
It occurred to her to wonder if he was just so unaccustomed to anybody doing anything for him that maybe that was why he’d behaved so oddly. She knew he’d pretty much had to fend for himself throughout his childhood, but surely in the years since he’d had to beat women off? And she wasn’t buying the possibility that none of them had tried to hogtie him!
Realizing finally that she wasn’t any closer to understanding—which really annoyed her when she’d felt like she understood him as well or better than anyone else!—she gave up and focused on setting the apartment to rights. It didn’t take long when she’d done most everything the day before. Facing a long day of nothing to do, she decided to head to her sister’s house for company.
She should’ve had Larry for company. He was supposed to spend two weekends a month with her—which was damned little to ask considering he was with his father all the time!—but he’d called the week before, told her he had plans and would she mind if he came the next weekend.
What could she say? Hell no! Get your ass over here and have fun, god damn it!
It wouldn’t have been so bad if it was just once in a while, but it was a different story every time her weekend rolled around. Insisting that he come because she’d misse
d him and do something with his friends the next weekend didn’t work. He just locked himself in his room and sulked all weekend and gave her the evil eye when she called him to eat.
Where had the little boy gone who’d used to love her, she wondered sadly? What did he think she’d done that he wouldn’t even give her a chance?
Or was it not that all? Was it just that he was growing up and didn’t have time for her anymore?
She didn’t believe it was just that—maybe part of it—but not all of it. Even if he was twelve going on grown now, he shouldn’t be so hostile about spending a little time with her.
She shook it off after a few minutes. Dwelling on it didn’t help. Until and unless he decided to drop his guard and let her in, she was the enemy.
As preoccupied as she was, she still noticed the man sitting in the car across the street. He had a newspaper in his hand, but he stared at her all the way down the stairs to ground level. Uneasiness flickered through her, but when she turned to look at him, trying to decide if he looked familiar, he returned his attention to the newspaper he was holding.
He was either waiting for somebody or he was looking for an apartment, she told herself. He’d probably only noticed her and was bored and that explained his interest.
It sounded reasonable. It seemed a lot more reasonable to think that than to think he was somebody Lawrence had watching her. The marriage was over and both the custody and the disposition of all assets were settled. Larry had long since established that he wasn’t going to cooperate with court ordered visitation and proven time and again that it was a battle of wills she couldn’t win. There was no reason, at all, for Lawrence to have her watched.
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