by Roxie Noir
“Want me to leave?” he offered.
“In a minute,” she said.
He bent down and kissed her, harder than before. Ellie parted her lips against Garrett’s and let him in, and he pressed himself against her with a need and a hunger that was new.
It felt electric, like a jolt from her fingers to her toes.
Dammit, she thought. You weren’t going to do this, remember?
They pulled apart slightly and Ellie caught Garrett’s bottom lip in her teeth for a second before letting go.
Fine, she thought. Second base only.
“I thought—” Garrett said, but Ellie crushed his lips against hers again and felt his body respond. His hand on her waist tightened, the other hand cupping the back of her head.
“It’s fine,” Ellie whispered, getting to her knees on the bed. Now her face was a few inches above his, and he was looking up at her as she moved to straddle him, still sitting at the foot of the double bed.
She took his face in both her hands and kissed him again, harder now, their bodies pressed together for the first time. Garrett’s fingers dug into her hips, and she could feel the thick hardness of his erection beneath her.
Ellie felt like lava was sliding down the inside of her skin, all that heat gathering right in her core. Garrett’s tongue was in her mouth, his hands still gripping her hips so tightly it nearly hurt.
Garrett pulled away and put his lips on her neck, just under her ear.
“This is unprofessional,” he murmured.
“Only if someone finds out,” she whispered.
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” he said. His lips slid down to her collarbone, then to the hollow of her throat and he bit her softly, making her gasp.
“My lips are sealed,” Ellie said, and she tugged on Garrett’s shirt.
He whipped it off over his head, tossing it into a corner, and Ellie bit her lip, looking down at him.
The man was chiseled, and he looked up at her, his muscles bunching and sliding under his skin. He grinned and moved his hands up under her shirt until he reached her breasts, taking one in each hand and rubbing a thumb over the hard, pebbled skin there.
A tiny noise escaped Ellie’s throat, and Garrett grinned. He moved his thumb again and Ellie gasped.
“Make that noise again,” he growled.
“What noise?” Ellie asked, her eyes closed.
Garrett moved his mouth to her nipple and closed his teeth around it gently, through the fabric of her Grand Junction High School t-shirt. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, and when he moved away, the sudden cold made the sensitive spot pucker.
“Do it again,” she whispered, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
He did, a little harder this time, the fabric biting into her nipple a little more sharply.
“Oh,” Ellie whispered.
He bit harder, and then before Ellie knew what was happening, he’d taken her shirt off and pushed her over, onto her back. Her legs were in the air, on either side of his torso, his lips in the hollow of her throat again.
“Ellie, I want you,” he said. “I wanted you the second I saw you.”
He pinched a nipple and she gasped, arching her back on the bed. His lips moved down to her sternum, the sensitive spot between her breasts.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he said.
“Don’t stop,” Ellie said. She wrapped her legs around his torso.
“Good,” he said. “I haven’t thought about anything but this in days.”
He backed off the bed and pulled Ellie’s shorts off. Then he caught her knees in his hands and pulled her until she was at the edge of the bed.
Ellie yelped, then clapped both hands over her mouth.
“Subtle,” Garrett teased.
He kissed the inside of one knee, then the inside of her thigh, his lips moving down quickly.
With his other hand, he stroked where her hip met her thigh, moving his fingertips in until he skimmed them along the outer edge of her lips.
Then he looked up at her, eyebrows raised.
“You’re wet,” he whispered.
Even though his face was inches from her, Ellie felt herself blush.
A wicked grin lit up Garrett’s face, and Ellie felt his fingertips stroke her again. A noise escaped her, somewhere between a grunt and a moan.
“Fuck, Ellie,” Garrett murmured, and then his tongue was on her, lapping her clit in slow, sure strokes.
Ellie gasped, her hands clutching the sheets in fists. Tendrils of fire unfurled through her body, getting a little further with each lap of Garrett’s tongue.
Then his fingers were back, also slow and steady as they moved down her slit until at last, they pushed inside her, and this time Ellie did moan.
“Shh,” Garrett said, taking his mouth off her for a moment even as he moved his fingers inside her, stroking that perfect, sensitive spot within.
Ellie bit a knuckle, trying not to scream, and then Garrett’s tongue was back and moving faster now as Ellie’s toes curled. She felt her body approach the edge of orgasm, every muscle tensing at once and she moaned again even though she tried not to. The sound came out strange and muffled around her knuckle.
Then he stopped. Ellie’s eyes flew open and she looked down as he stood and bent over her, his fingers still stroking her inner walls.
“Why’d you stop?” she whispered.
“I want to watch you come,” he murmured, pressing his lips to hers. Ellie tasted herself on his lips and it was strangely arousing.
She reached down and felt the steel inside his flannel pajamas and a low growl escaped Garrett’s throat. Ellie bit his bottom lip again.
“Take these off,” she whispered.
Ellie didn’t have to tell him twice, and in seconds his pants were off, discarded on the floor, and Ellie was sitting on the edge of the bed, goggling at Garrett’s perfect, sculpted body and his big, thick erection.
The ache between her legs sharpened, and Ellie held her breath as Garret bent over her again, and before she knew it he’d lifted her into the air and she straddled him once more as he sat.
He took her nipples in his teeth again, no fabric between them this time, and Ellie reached down, grasping his cock in her hand as Garrett groaned.
“You make me so hard,” he whispered.
It throbbed in her hand and she stroked it as Garrett gasped.
“Don’t torture me,” he whispered, running his fingers along her swollen entrance one more time. “Please, Ellie.”
She couldn’t stand it any longer. Ellie moved the head of his cock to her entrance, biting her lip, feeling as though she might explode.
Garrett pushed inside her with one smooth stroke, grasping her shoulder from the back and pulling her onto him, filing her with sudden, total pleasure, and Ellie pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around him so tight she could barely move.
“Ellie, you feel perfect,” he murmured.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, moving him even deeper inside her. It felt so good she saw sparkles at the edge of her vision, holding onto Garrett for dear life.
He started moving slowly, leaning Ellie backward while supporting her. He thrust slow and hard, lingering over the pleasure spots deep inside her like he was caressing them.
Ellie could barely breathe. Her breath came in quick, short gasps and her eyes squeezed shut.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice low.
“Fuck yes,” Ellie whispered. She pulled her face to his, their foreheads touching. “Just don’t stop, Garrett.”
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, and she tightened her legs a little, drawing him in even deeper, and they both gasped.
“Say my name again,” he said.
“Garrett,” Ellie murmured.
“Again,” he said.
“Garrett, I’m gonna come,” Ellie whispered, their foreheads still touching. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
“Come,�
� he growled. “I want to feel you.”
Ellie bit her lip as the feeling of pure fire welled inside her. Garrett buried himself deep inside her again and again until finally it felt like something burst and the flames spread through her whole body, ravaging everything in their path as she held onto Garrett for dear life.
When she finished, she was gasping for air and Garrett was breathing hard, his eyes closed. He kissed the tip of her nose without opening them, then half-smiled.
“You’re so sexy when you come,” he said. “I could watch that a thousand times.”
Ellie laughed and kissed him.
“Maybe now I can focus on the case,” she said.
Garrett chuckled, nuzzling her neck.
* * *
When Ellie woke up the next morning, the light barely trickled through the window and Garrett was practically wrapped around her, his face in her neck, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist.
She swallowed.
That was probably dumb, she thought.
She couldn’t say exactly why — it wasn’t like anyone else would ever know — but it was a vague, gnawing feeling that she had. Private investigators weren’t supposed to sleep with their clients, for one, and it made her feel unprofessional, for starters.
Besides, what if he’s implicated somehow? She thought. Worse things have happened, and am I going to want to believe him just because we slept together?
She stretched gently, and Garrett rolled over.
He yawned, and Ellie rolled onto her back.
“Morning,” she said.
Garrett smiled sleepily, scratching his belly.
“Morning,” he said.
He looked so smug and satisfied that Ellie had to laugh.
“What do you look so pleased about?” she said.
“I finally hit that,” he said, and winked.
Ellie rolled her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep our secret,” he said, and pulled her in for a quick kiss.
See? Ellie thought. It’s fine.
Above their heads, floorboards creaked.
“I gotta sneak back before they’re up, though,” he said. “Act normal at breakfast, will you?”
“Just go,” Ellie said, tossing a pillow at him. Garrett caught it and tossed it onto the bed, standing now.
Then he made a face and stretched, frowning.
“You okay?” Ellie asked.
He didn’t answer right away, rubbing his neck like there was a crick it in, stretching his back.
“Yeah,” he said. “I think I just slept funn—”
Garrett disappeared.
Ellie yelped, sitting up and pulling the sheets around herself.
“Garret?” she said, blinking.
Did he just fall over or something? she thought, beginning to panic. Or am I losing my mind?
Sheets still tight around her, she crawled to the other edge of the bed.
Before she got there, a very large bird’s head, with yellow eyes and a wicked-looking hooked beak, popped up over the edge and blinked at her.
Ellie screamed. She scrambled back to the middle of the bed, heart hammering as she glanced over the other side.
What the fuck is that thing, she thought. Are they everywhere?
What happened to Garrett?
Before she could do anything else, footsteps thundered down the hall and Ellie just pulled the sheets over herself before the door burst open and Jules charged in, followed moments later by Seth.
Ellie and the bird both looked over.
“What’s wrong?” Jules asked, her red hair wild.
Ellie just pointed at the bird. She was too surprised to even form words, and wasn’t even sure how to describe what had happened, anyway.
Jules looked at the huge bird. Seth looked at the huge bird.
The bird blinked back, then looked over at Ellie.
Jules burst out laughing, one hand on her chest. Seth grinned.
Ellie wanted to cry, and she just looked from one of them to the other, her mouth slightly open.
“It’s fine,” Seth managed to say. “Don’t worry, this is totally fine.”
“Where’s Garrett?” she managed to ask.
Seth looked at the bird.
“Just do that, but in reverse,” he said.
The giant bird hopped.
“It takes a couple tries the first time,” Seth said.
It hopped again. Then it ruffled its feathers.
Then, suddenly, Garrett was there, kneeling on the floor, totally naked.
Jules averted her eyes and Garrett cupped both his hands over himself. Seth walked to the bed, not looking at Ellie, grabbed the pillow she’d thrown and handed it to Garrett.
“What the fuck,” Ellie said. “Garrett?”
“What the fuck,” echoed Garrett.
“We’ll leave you to get dressed and work this out,” Jules said, grabbing Seth and pulling him. “She’ll believe you now, Garrett.”
They left and closed the door behind them.
Ellie turned to Garrett, who was staring back at her, looking flabbergasted.
“Well?” she said.
Chapter Thirteen
Garrett
“I didn’t think I could,” Garrett insisted.
“How did you not know?” asked Ellie. “How do you accidentally realize that one morning?”
The four of them were standing in the kitchen. Ellie and Garrett were now dressed, and Seth and Jules were standing there, drinking coffee, looking slightly amused.
“He found out when he fell off a cliff,” Jules said.
“Oh my god,” muttered Ellie.
“Yeah, I just about had a heart attack,” Jules said. “At least Zach was there to convince me I wasn’t crazy.”
Garrett ran one hand through his hair. He had no idea how to convince Ellie that he really, truly hadn’t thought he could shift.
And I thought the hard part would be telling her that my brothers could, he thought.
“Can Violet turn into an eagle?” Ellie asked.
“No,” Seth and Jules said, and then looked at each other.
“It’s an adult thing,” Seth said.
“He means a sex thing,” Jules said.
Garrett swallowed, looking at his older brother.
For the first time in ages, he could feel a blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Really?” he said.
Seth just nodded.
Garrett glanced quickly at Ellie, then back at Seth.
“That wasn’t exactly my first time,” he said.
“According to mom’s ghost, you have to have sex with the right person,” Seth said.
“You saw mom’s ghost? Where?”
“Sort of,” Seth said. “Up on the mesa. It’s a whole story.”
“We’ve got time,” Garrett said.
“Not really,” said Ellie, glancing at the microwave clock. “The police station opens in five minutes, and we should get there as soon as possible, before anyone else does.”
“We can’t stick around to hear about how my mom’s ghost told Seth that having sex with the right person would let me turn into a bird?” Garrett said.
Silence.
“That’s the gist of it, really,” Seth said. “You should probably go.”
Jules shrugged.
Garrett let Ellie pull him out the front door and into the Jeep.
* * *
“I’m just saying, you should be more weirded out by this,” Garrett said.
Ellie pulled up to a stop sign, stopped, then continued down Main Street.
“Garrett, there has been a lot of crazy shit the last couple of days,” Ellie said. “I’ll figure out whether I’m losing my mind when it’s all over, okay?”
“Sorry,” Garrett muttered.
“I think you’re more worried than I am,” Ellie said, softly. “Did you really not know?”
“I really didn’t,” he said.
“You didn’t know it was a sex
thing,” she said, pulling into a parking spot in front of the Obsidian police station.
“I probably would have dated more if I’d known,” he admitted.
Ellie laughed, to Garrett’s relief.
“Well, I’m glad that my vagina turned out to be the magic key,” she said, and hopped out of the Jeep before Garrett could respond.
Not that he was sure what to say to that.
Me too, maybe?
The police station didn’t open for five more minutes, and they stood around on the steps, waiting for someone to come unlock the doors. Ellie leaned against the handrail and rubbed her eyes, and Garrett jammed his hands into his pockets.
No public stuff, he thought. You’re not her boyfriend, you’re her client.
For now.
Even the way she turned her neck tantalized him, and he thought about the night before, the way she’d—
“What’s that?” Ellie said, interrupting him.
Garrett turned. A sleek black car emerged from the underground garage below the police station.
“Nobody who works for the Obsidian police can afford that,” Ellie said. “Is that a Lotus?”
Garrett had no idea what the car was, but he could tell it cost a lot of money, so black and shiny that he felt like his eyes glided along its smooth curves.
God, it was almost sexy.
Then it turned and drove down the street, somehow looking sleek and dangerous as it did, barely making a sound.
“That’s him,” Garrett said. “That’s gotta be him, right? What was he doing here? I’m going after him,” he said, and started down the steps.
“No,” Ellie said, and caught his arm.
“He’s behind this, Ellie,” Garrett said, rage seething through him. “If I go now, I can catch up to him, and...”
He trailed off.
And do what? he thought. Beat the living hell out of him? Kill him? Make him confess?
“We’ve got nothing right now,” Ellie said, keeping her voice low. “Even if you catch up to him, what then?”
“He killed my parents,” Garrett said, jerking his arm away from Ellie. “He tried to hurt my brothers. I’m going to kill him.”
He turned to go.
“No, you’re not,” Ellie said. “You find him, and then what? His guys shoot you? He takes you captive and does the kind of experiments to you that he wanted to do to your brother?”