He pounced up off his knees, covered her body with his, and plunged in deeply with one hard thrust.
“Fuck!” she screamed as she creamed all around his dick. She spasmed and kept clenching around him as he moved in and out of her body. Fuck, he was going to go permanently crossed eyed with how good her strangling his dick felt.
“Sunshine,” he ground out, tilting his hips, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her foot right above his ass.
“More,” she begged. He didn’t need to be asked twice.
He fucked her hard and rough. Pulling in and completely out, only to push his way right back in. He screwed her without mercy, and his dirty girl took it. She got off on it. In and out. Moans grew into grunts. Animalistic sounds filled as the air in the room filled with the distinct scent of sex. She came milking his dick, and without his usual control, she unmanned him as he spurted ribbon after ribbon into her. His body only pushing deeper into her as if trying to leave his mark on her for as long as possible.
Because if anything, the sexy little nymph had left hers on him.
Stefanie
I breathed in deeply and turned around, looking forward to cuddling into Garrett’s strong body, but stilled when I came up empty. He’s not gone. He’s not gone.
When I pried my eyes open, my heart stopped. I was alone.
I was alone in a hotel room after having dirty, rough sex.
Twice.
My heart started back up again as I tried to get my thoughts together. Why am I surprised? I should have known better. I should have, but judging by the disappointment clawing at me, I hadn’t.
Sitting up, I winced at the soreness between my legs and tried to focus my eyes in the darkness. Maybe I had somehow missed him. The room was definitely empty. And then I felt it. Wetness between my legs. I covered my face with my hands.
We hadn’t used protection. Twice.
I didn’t know him from Adam, yet I hadn’t made him wear a condom. What the hell is wrong with me?
The door opened, and my head popped up. There he was. In jeans and a tee, his hair mussed up by my hands during the second time when I got to ride him.
“You’re up,” his deep voice said, and I looked at him.
“You left.”
“To get us water.” He lifted a plastic bag. “I didn’t know if you would be thirsty or hungry, so I went and—”
“We didn’t use a condom,” I blurted out. Smooth, Stef, flipping smooth. Way to ease into it!
“I know. I—” I didn’t stop to hear anything he had to say. Stuck in my own panic and terror, I moved.
“I have to go.” I scrambled out of bed, his cum dripping down my legs and tears threatening to fall.
I knew better.
I didn’t get involved with people. Not really. And I sure as hell knew better than to have unprotected sex. Jesus, I was the poster girl for safe sex, yet one night with Garrett had me acting like the very people who made me. Irresponsible and stupid.
“Stef.” He took me in his arms as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with someone in a while.”
“What exactly is a while? Hmm, Garrett? Because to some a while is over a year, while to others forever is a week.”
“Six months,” he calmly informed me, and I relaxed into his arms. “I never go bare. Ever.”
“Says the guy who screwed me bare.” I mimicked his deep voice before moving on to my own shrill one. “Like I don’t even know how long ago.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I lost my mind with you and fucked you like I did. But you need to know, I get checked out regularly.” There was a patience and kindness in his voice that mixed with the way his hands were stroking my lower back made me relax further into his embrace.
“I’m safe, too,” I shared. “I haven’t, you know, in, like, a year, and, umm… I’m on the pill.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” I agreed, wondering where the hell we went from here. Should I leave now?
“You better?”
“You were gone when I woke up,” I pointed out.
“I’m sorry, sunshine.”
“I shouldn’t have cared.”
“But you did?” he asked, and I found myself stupidly nodding slowly, too much of a coward to say it out loud. “Sunshine.” I knew it was there in his eyes. I knew that look staring at me. I’d seen it more than I cared to count throughout my lifetime. The one that said I’m sorry. I’m going to disappoint you.
So, instead of waiting for him to do just that and ruin one of the hottest nights I would probably remember until the day I died, I cupped his face and kissed him.
“Thank you,” I whispered, pulling away. “It was fun,” I told him, taking one last nip of his lips.
“Fun?” he repeated.
“I really should go,” I said over my shoulder as I looked around the room for my clothes.
“Go?” He scowled, but I turned around, pulling my skirt off the floor, the skirt he had thrown off me the second time around, saying he wanted us to feel each other skin to skin.
“Yeah. I have to work tomorrow and—”
“What about after work?”
“Don’t you have a job?” I asked, trying to avoid answering anything.
“Stef,” he said in that dang tone that sent tingles up and down my back. The one that reminded me of exactly how dirty and bossy he could be and how much I liked it.
“I don’t know. It’s Friday.” I shrugged. As if I had a life. I would go to the bar, have dinner with Kip, and after a diet Coke, head home and read or Netflix.
I wasn’t going to share that with him.
“You have a date?” he asked in a growly tone, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Umm, no.”
“Then?”
“Garrett.” I shook my head, slipping my blouse back on, giving him my back as I buttoned my top back up. I felt the air change in the room, then I felt him right behind me, his hands on my denim-clad hips.
“Stop.”
“Stop what?” I breathed as his head moved to my neck and he moved my hair away.
“Stop putting your fucking clothes on.”
“Garrett, I have to go home. I work in the—”
“I’ll take you home in the morning. I don’t want you driving right now.”
“What? Why?” I turned to face him, and his smile automatically made me wet,
“Because I want you again,” he shared. I opened my mouth to say something quippy about not always getting what you wanted, but the moment his lips touched mine, I lost. Lost and dazed in his kiss.
So lost, I didn’t realize he was walking us toward a wall, where he proceeded to take what he wanted, and I willingly gave.
Chapter Ten
Garrett
“Stef.” His voice sounded hoarse and too deep in his own ears. Her soft lips roamed his neck, and he closed his eyes. He didn’t want her to stop.
“Hmm?” she murmured against his neck. He arched back, letting her. Handing over the control he held on to so damn tightly without a thought.
“Sunshine, what are you doing?” he asked, though by the way she breathed him in deeply and he felt her body tremble over his, he knew exactly what she was fucking doing. She was going to kill him.
She was straddling his body, his back against the headboard, his hands clenched. He wasn’t touching her, and his hands ached to hold her. To push her down and press her to the ridge of his thick, hardened cock.
“Stef,” he mumbled, trying to stay in control. He liked her a lot. More than like, a voice whispered, but he wasn’t going to admit what that would fucking mean. He couldn’t.
All he knew was, he kept coming back to that damn bar to see her. Every week for the last month, he had returned. Every time, they ended up back in his room, and when she walked away and he drove home, he promised himself it was the last time.
But he was like a fucking addict for her.
Hell, he was eve
n driving his ass out there during the week to have lunch or dinner with her after work now. When he wasn’t with her, she invaded his thoughts, and he hated how far he was from her.
“Stef…”
“I want you,” she purred her admission against his neck before licking his skin. He bucked up to her warm center at the sound of her words.
“I can’t give you more than this.” He closed his eyes at his words, the raw emotion in his voice obvious. “Sunshine, you deserve…” His words faded away when her lips touched his.
Fuck, every time she kissed him was like the first.
Tentative.
Explorative.
Sexy as sin laced with innocence.
He couldn’t help himself. He tried, he did, but there was no way she would give him the sweetest, sexiest kiss known to man and have him keep his hands to himself. He was far from a saint.
One hand went to the back of her head, and he held her closer to him. Instinctively, she opened her mouth, and his tongue dove into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Her taste, the feel of her, the sounds she was making as she rolled her sweet hips above him made him growl. He needed to get rid of all the layers of clothes between them.
“Stop,” he growled, and she froze. Her lust-filled gaze hit his as he ordered her off, and she complied. Fuck. She was going to kill him. Her trust in him fucking shattered him.
“Take off those pretty panties, sunshine,” he ordered, ready to play with her. She opened her mouth, probably to say something smart, when his phone rang, and she relaxed in his arms. He reached for it and frowned when he saw who it was.
“I gotta take this.”
“Okay.” she said, moving off his lap.
“Hello?”
“G?”
“Bry? What’s going on?”
“I need you,” his youngest brother said in a voice he hoped he would never hear again.
“What’s going on?”
“Val.” Bryan’s voice was hoarse with emotion, and Garrett swore his own heart stopped.
“What’s going on?”
“The baby. Fuck. I told her, man, I told her not to push herself so much. She was at work, and I guess someone spilled water and she didn’t see it. Man, you know how slippery hospital floors are. Fuck!” Garrett could hear something slam and crash to the floor in the background.
“Bryan. Breathe, man.” he ordered as he stood up and met Stefanie’s worried eyes as she handed him the T-shirt she had only minutes before taken off him.
“Man… she’s everything. She and the baby. After everything I thought…” His baby brother’s voice faded away, and he could feel the pain. Val was not only Bryan’s wife but Garrett’s friend. She was amazing.
“She’s going to be okay. You know how strong and stubborn she is.”
“I know,” Bry muttered, and he knew his brother was having a hard time keeping it together. “I gotta go to the hospital. Nicola and Mom are heading over. Man, I need you.”
“I’ll be there.” He stood off the bed.
“I’ll see you in thirty.”
“’Bout that, it’s going to take a little longer than that.”
“Oh?”
“I’m not home.”
“Where you at?”
“In the desert.” Stefanie watched him closely, her head tilted slightly, and for the first time, he couldn’t read her. “Look, I’ll be there in two hours, and don’t stress; it’s going to be okay.”
“Yeah.”
“It is, B. It is,” he reassured his brother hoping to God he wasn’t lying. “If you need me, call me. I’ll be on the road,” he said before ending the call and turning to look at her. This was his chance, the moment he could use to step away from her for forever.
“You have to go,” she said out loud, breaking the silence and their stare as she stepped back and bent to grab and pass him his shoes.
“I do,” he muttered, taking them and slipping them on.
“Okay,” she whispered and turned to grab her own shirt. Garrett felt torn.
He was dying to take her with him. But he couldn’t. This was his chance to do the right thing. He was too caught up in her. With her, he felt like a new man. Not the one his family was cautious around, hoping the man he used to be before the bombing would somehow resurface. Not that man who had fucked up time and time again since getting discharged. With her, he felt like himself. A combination of the man he was before he enlisted and after life blew up.
“I should go, too.”
“You can stay. The room’s paid.” He winced at how stupid he sounded.
“I’m fine. I’ll, umm, I hope whatever it is, is okay.”
“Me too.” A look of hurt flashed through her pretty eyes, and he swore the light slightly dimmed, making him feel like the world’s greatest asshole. He opened his mouth to share, to tell her about his sister-in-law and his brother and the baby they were expecting. Hell, he wanted to share everything about his life with her, so she knew exactly who he was. Instead, he shut his mouth and ran his hands through his hair. “Stef—”
“We should get out of here,” she interrupted him, shaking her head as she grabbed her purse.
“Baby—”
“Garrett, there’s no need. We’ve been doing this thing for a bit, and we don’t really know that much about each other. It’s cool.”
“Stef—”
“I mean, it’s not like there is much for you to know about me, but—”
“Babe.”
“I think we’ve run our course,” she blurted out.
“What?” He stilled. Everything around him felt as if it was frozen midair. Run our course?
“I mean, you and I are fun. Really fun. But it’s not like this”—she pointed between them,—“was more than sex or a thank you for taking care of you and—” He was done.
He wasn’t going to listen to any more of her craziness.
Stalking over to her, reaching her within three paces, he grabbed hold of her and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around him, her surprised gaze on his dark one.
“Let’s get one thing straight. Us fucking wasn’t some kind of thank you for helping me that night or you taking care of me,” he roughly stated, and she pressed her pretty lips together the way she did when she tried not to say something she might deem embarrassing. “Me coming here every week and then some has nothing to do with gratitude. Do you get that?”
“I guess.” She rolled her eyes at him, and his hand itched to spank her round ass.
“My brother’s wife fell,” he shared and found himself unable to stop. “She’s been admitted to the hospital.” The confused look on her pretty face made him explain further. “She’s pregnant, Stef.”
“Oh.”
“It’s their first baby, and knowing Bryan, he’s probably making a mountain out of a molehill, but I gotta go because not only is he a scared first-time dad and Valerie is pretty far along, but my mom and grandma are going to be there.”
“Are they not nice?”
“They are incredible, amazing women,” he shared gently, unable to hold back with his honesty, “who can also be a pain in the ass. My grandmother… well, she’s not your typical grandmother.” He sat down in the chair, settling her sexy, tiny body on his lap.
“I wouldn’t know,” she muttered under her breath. Before he could ask her what that meant, his phone went off again.
“I don’t want to go,” he truthfully shared, not moving from the chair, gazing into her eyes. Why would he ever want to leave?
“I understand.”
“We good?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, then looked away from his eyes. He didn’t like losing her gaze.
“I’ll be back,” he reassured her, something in the pit of his gut telling him she needed to know the reminder.
“Okay, Terminator.” She rolled her eyes and tried to stand and get away from him, but Garrett didn’t let her. He simply held her tighter.
“I like what we have,” he whi
spered into her hair, and she relaxed in his arms.
“You promise you’re not married with kids and this is some sick, weird double life thing you’re playing at?”
“You read too much.” He chuckled and watched the doubt come alive behind her gaze. His smile faltered.
“You aren’t promising.” she whispered. Damn. Did she think he would be capable of something like that? Probably. He didn’t share much about himself. He had held back.
“I promise, Stef. If I didn’t have to hurry my ass back to LA, nothing could change the plans I had for us this weekend.”
“Garrett, I’m not sure what’s going on here.”
“Going on?” his voice rasped. A tingle of worry mixed with need shot through his groin as his phone continued to ring, but he simply ignored it.
“Between us. What this is. Look, it’s cool, what we’ve done and—”
“If Bryan hadn’t called me and I didn’t have to leave, would we be having this conversation?” he asked and watched her scowl cutely.
“What?” she questioned.
“Was this something you were going to bring up?”
“No.” She shook her head. His phone stopped, and fuck him, he believed her. She wasn’t about playing games or mind trips. She wore her heart on her sleeve and played her hand away from the cuff.
“Then what’s going on, Stef?”
She opened her mouth, but his phone rang again, and she shook her head, her attention falling to their hands clasped together in her lap. “You should go.” She shyly glanced up at him, and his heart tightened.
He liked her.
More than a lot.
It wasn’t only sex and the way they seemed to explode and need one another anytime they were alone. He liked her. The way she could be a sexy, confident vixen one moment and a shy little morsel the next. He had observed her the last couple of visits when they met at the bar. She smiled, and with her smile, she gave more than he even thought she realized. She was kind and funny and sexy, and he honestly couldn’t stay away from her.
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