They’re soft to the touch, but so sensitive that she nearly comes whenever I feast on them. Like now, her breathing increases and she becomes fidgety as her hands hold my head to one of her breasts. I smile against her flesh and cupping her other breast in my hand, I rub my thumb over her nipple.
“Oh!” Sirena pants, trying to get even closer to me. “I want you,” she begs. “Inside me.”
I meet her gaze, and she adds, “I love your mouth, but I really want you to come with me . . . inside me.”
With how we’re positioned, I’m just the right height to make love to her. I quickly grab a cushion and pulling Sirena’s hips closer to me, I shove the cushion behind her back for support.
Seeing her spread out for me is arousing as hell so when I quickly unfasten my trousers, my cock bursts free, dripping with precum.
She watches as I wrap my hand around the girth and slowly stroke before I hold myself steady at her entrance. I find her eyes and when she holds my gaze, I slowly push forward, catching my breath as her heat and wetness surrounds my highly aroused cock.
“Garrett,” Sirena moans, clutching my arms as she slowly starts coming.
I lean forward and capture a hardened nipple with my mouth, sucking strongly as I rock into her. My own release is seconds away and as I watch Sirena continue to come undone, I hold myself still inside of her and grunt and groan through my own release.
By the time we’ve both finished, I’m struggling to catch my breath just as much as Sirena is. Her breasts shimmer as she breathes deeply, and then her eyes widen in surprise just as I feel her tighten around me again. Her core pulsates around my dick, her eyes drift closed and she shudders and gasps in pleasure.
The feel of her coming on my cock has me rock hard again, but as much as I want to drive myself into her until I finish, I hold back and watch her.
A soft smile lights up her whole face, which turns into laughter. “You didn’t even take your shirt off.”
“I wanted you too badly to be bothered with this.” I unbutton it now though and taking it off, I toss it to the sofa.
Smoothing my hands up along her legs, I slowly pull out and groan when she clenches around me, trying to keep me inside of her.
“Are you okay?” I ask, panting for breath.
She ignores my question and observes, “You’re rock hard.”
“I’ll survive.” I smile and help her into my discarded shirt.
“I know you will,” she mumbles, a wicked grin on her beautiful mouth before I feel her fingers wrap around my throbbing cock. “My turn to play.”
23
Sirena
Watching my reflection through the window in Garrett’s office, at the Hudson Groups headquarters, I think I’ve been wearing a smile on my face since last night. I don’t think anything will be wiping it away any time soon either.
“Enjoying the view?” Garrett questions, coming back into his office and joining me behind his desk.
“I love looking out over Lexington. The McKenzie building can just be seen, and the view from there always takes my breath away.”
He stands behind me where I’m lounging in his office chair and starts to massage my shoulders. “You take my breath away.” He kisses the top of my head. “You’re surprisingly relaxed.”
Reaching up, I take hold of one of his hands and placing a kiss into his palm, nuzzle into it. “I am relaxed. We’ve made the decision to let Tina and Charles see our baby, so I’m not worried anymore.” I kiss his palm again and turn to face him as he perches his butt on the desk behind him. “That’s not totally true because I do have doubts because of Harry, but I’m not the kind of person to keep them away from their grandchild when they haven’t done anything to warrant that.”
“I know that isn’t you, but we need to make sure they understand that we really don’t need to do what we’re doing by letting them see the baby.”
I offer him a wry smile. “I know, and we will. I’m also going to mention the document that Harry signed because I’m not sure they’re aware of it. They need to know that Harry doesn’t get any say in what happens.”
“Mmm,” Garrett mumbles. “They’ll be here soon, so can I get you anything to drink?”
“I’m fine. Why don’t we move over to the sofa?”
No sooner have I finished speaking when Garrett’s assistant is ushering Tina and Charles into his office. He guides me closer with a large hand, low on my back.
They look at us with apprehension, so I smile and it seems to make all the difference as Tina reaches out and takes my hand into hers. “You look well, Sirena.”
“Thank you.” I sit and clasp Garrett’s hand as we sit on one of the sofa facing the other couple. “Garrett is taking good care of me.” I smile softly, trying to put her at ease.
Tina looks nervously at Charles who sighs loudly. “We’re ashamed of what Harry has done by signing that document.” He shakes his head. “I can’t comprehend anyone signing their son or daughter away. It makes no sense to me.” He takes hold of Tina’s hand before he meets my gaze. “All I can say is that we’re both sorry for all the hurt and stress that our son has caused you, and we hope that you won’t prevent us from seeing our grandchild because of his actions.”
Garrett squeezes my hand. “I’m going to be adopting the baby once it’s born and I’m going to give it the love and care that only a father can. If you can accept that, then Sirena and I are happy for you to spend time with your grandchild. You’ll always have to come to us and the visit will have to be prearranged.”
Tina has tears slowly slipping down her face while Charles swallows back on his emotion. “Thank you,” he whispers. “We really hoped that you’d understand, but we also realized that you had every right to say no after the way Harry has treated you. I don’t know what’s wrong with that boy.”
“I’m sorry for everything Sirena,” Tina says. “But you don’t know how much it means to us that you’ll allow us to be a part of your baby’s life. We won’t mess up this chance you’re giving us. I promise you that.”
I smile brightly and place a hand on my stomach. “Thank you for saying that. You’ve put my mind at rest, but what about Harry? Does he know that you want access to the baby?”
“He knows,” Charles grumbles. “He wants a clean break, but we can’t accept that. The child you carry is our grandchild and that means something to us. I hope you won’t hold him against us.”
I shake my head. “No. I can’t do that.” They seem to genuinely want to spend time with their grandchild.
“I have your numbers,” Garrett says, calling an end to this discussion. “We’ll keep you up to date with how Sirena and our baby are doing.”
“Right. Okay,” Charles says, getting to his feet. “Thank you.” He holds his hand out for Garrett to shake before they leave us.
I stay silent while I watch the man I love leaning back against his closed office door. He looks good enough to eat in his pale blue button down that is tucked into the waist of his dark blue slacks. He pats down the tie along his chest and torso while I follow the movement with my eyes.
“I know exactly where your thoughts have just gone.” He smirks and slowly moves toward me like a panther ready to pounce. “Because mine went there too.”
Throwing my head back, I laugh and let the mirth show in my gaze. “My thoughts always head in that direction when you’re in front of me wearing slacks and a button down. I find you incredibly hot.”
“Ugh,” Charlotte moans from the half open door, tugging my eyes away from the delicious man at her unexpected arrival. “Do you want me to come back later?” she asks, amused.
“Yes,” I grumble.
“No,” Garrett laughs and rolls his eyes. “We are not getting it on in my office, which appears to be a revolving door today.”
“Sirena, we have a wedding to discuss. Hanky panky can wait until later.” Charlotte makes herself at home in Garrett’s office.
“We’ll just have to be q
uick then because I want my hands on my man.” I grin and watch as she narrows her eyes.
Garrett grins and after planting a kiss to the top of my head, says, “I'm going to check on a few things. You behave and quit teasing your sister.”
“That’s no fun.” I smirk. “But in the meantime, I want you to think about any of your single friends that might be suitable for Charlotte.”
Charlotte chokes on the water she’d just taken a drink of while Garrett makes a quick escape.
“I do not want a blind date,” she grumbles. “I just need to go out with you instead of our brothers or male cousins.” She grins. “I’ve talked Olivia into going to that new wine bar that’s opened. I have an invite with a plus one.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s all good and well, but don’t you think that most guests will also be taking a plus one with them?”
“Maybe.” She opens her notebook on her lap. “But it’s in the business district so I’m guessing a lot of single guys will be there.”
“Or married ones,” I add.
“I’m not picky,” she says nonchalantly.
I briefly choke on a mouthful of water, trying not to laugh. “Charlotte!” I exclaim.
“Calm down. I’m joking.” She chuckles, leaning over to pat me on the back.
“I’ll be careful.” She adds and looks to her notebook. “So, wedding arrangements. I need to finalize the food for the buffet.”
And my mind drifts with the list she’s giving me.
24
Garrett
Fastening the cuffs of my button down while heading downstairs, I glance up and let a grin spread across my face.
“I never thought I’d see the day,” Derek Jackson, one of my oldest friends drawls. We’d met at college so many years before and no matter the distance we’ve always stayed close friends, which is why he’s here today. No one else would do as best man.
Laughing, I hug him and realize just how much I’ve missed having him around. “I’m glad you could make it.”
“No way in hell would I miss your wedding.” He chuckles.
“He left in the middle of a business deal,” Tanner, his son, my godson adds. “Never known him to that before.”
“Garrett’s like a brother,” Derek says, wrapping an arm around his son. “Garrett, you haven’t seen Tanner in while.”
“No, I haven’t.” I step forward and exchange a quick hug with the young man. “You’ve sure grown up.”
Tanner laughs. “That’s what happens when you have a ranch to work.”
As Tanner smiles, I try and remember his age. Twenty-six, I think—only a year younger than Charlotte.
Wondering about how wise what I’m about to do is, I say to Derek, “Give me a minute.” And then to Tanner, “I have someone that I’d like you to meet.”
Surprise shows on his face but we’re both distracted by a female voice, “Garrett,” she calls from over my shoulder. I turn and face the woman that I was about to look for.
“Charlotte,” I take her arm. “I’d like you to meet my godson, Tanner Jackson.” I glance at Tanner and notice the interest in his eyes before he replaces it with a blank expression. “Tanner, this is Sirena’s sister, Charlotte McKenzie.”
They exchange greetings before Tanner looks around. “If you’ll excuse me.” He walks away leaving disappointment on Charlotte’s face.
She shakes her head. “I was coming to tell you to be in place in ten minutes.”
“Okay,” I mumble, distracted.
Once she’s disappeared, I turn back to Derek. “Is everything alright with Tanner?”
Derek frowns and watches his son as he steps outside. “He’s engaged.”
“Hell! I should have asked if he was single first before introducing him to Charlotte.”
“Between you and me, he isn’t acting like a man in love, and that bothers me.”
“You think there’s something else going on?”
“I’m not sure, but if you were to see them together, you’d know exactly what I’m talking about . . . It’s a sore subject with him.”
“That doesn’t sound promising.”
“No it doesn’t . . . Anyway, I think you’re supposed to be somewhere right about now.”
“I am. I’ll introduce you around later,” I say leading him outside.
“I’ll introduce myself around.” He laughs. “You have a bride to be with.”
I grin. “You’re going to hang around though, right?”
“That’s the plan.” With a hand to my arm, he pulls me to a stop. “The photographer is waving at you.”
Photographs are taken and eventually the photographer gets the hint that I’m impatient and stands back.
Sighing heavily, I turn back and watch as my brother and his wife are shown to their seats. As much as I’d wanted to exclude them today, in the end it wasn’t something I could do. We have only just been getting back on track until Jenny became vocal with her thoughts on Sirena. But nevertheless, my brother has been warned to keep Jenny well away from Sirena, and me, so hopefully it will be smooth sailing.
“Sorry we’re late,” Rachel, I think it was, says dashing past with her sister, Paige, and cousin Ryan.
Ryan I do know because he’s the assistant manager at Kenza, the nightclub that his father, Ruben, started many years before. Once a year they hold a homeless dinner around thanksgiving, which I’ve donated to for the past four years.
Their cousin, Alexander, follows with a furious look on his face, but smiles in passing. It doesn’t meet his eyes as he quickly takes his seat beside his sister, Olivia. She gives him a look before a frown mars her brow. He shakes her off.
“I think I’ve met the guy in the dark grey suit before. Can’t place him though,” Derek mumbles to himself.
“That’s Alexander McKenzie. He’s the man behind Nirvana,” I supply the information, jogging his memory.
“He’s young.”
“But knows what he’s doing. They all do at McKenzies.”
“Hmm.” He mutters. “I think you’re being summoned again.
I glance over and see Michael McKenzie trying to get my attention, while he helps an elderly man into a chair. “I think that’s Sirena’s grandfather.”
Elias McKenzie is sitting with Michael, and looking at them both together it’s obvious that they’re father and son. Even though Elias is wrinkled with age, he’s still a handsome man, and the old devil knows it.
“You better take good care of my granddaughter,” he says in greeting. “She’s headstrong that one, but has a heart bigger than Texas.”
“You have my word,” I shake his offered hand, “that she’ll be treated like a princess.”
Michael smirks, his eyes full of mirth. “I do believe that she’s about to have everything she’s ever wanted.” He’s thoughtful, and then adds, “My daughter has always gone after what she wants without thinking of the consequences. She’s needed to have the few bumps in the road so that she can finally get it right for once.”
I’m lost for words listening to my future father-in-law, and only manage a choked, “Thank you,” before Derek snags my attention.
25
Sirena
“I remember my wedding as though it was yesterday,” my grandma says with a wistful smile on her lips. “Elias was so handsome in his neatly pressed blue jeans and white button down.” She chuckles. “It was a relief actually because minutes before I saw him, my mother was trying to give me the birds and the bees talk.” She takes my hand, mirth in her gaze. “I thought it best to stay silent about the fact that I probably knew more than she did.”
I chuckle and feel a blush starting to work it’s way up my neck.
“Sirena probably does too,” Charlotte mumbles.
“Considering she’s carrying my first great grandchild, that’s a certainty,” grandma says. “I never thought I’d live to see the day when one of my grandchildren got married and started a family of their own.” She wipes at a tear. �
��I can’t tell you how happy it makes me.”
“Oh Grandma.” I take her hand and hold it while she pulls herself together, which she does with a smile.
“You have us all teary eyed.” I reach up to dab at a stray tear just as my mom catches my wrist.
“I’ll mop you up before you ruin your make up.” Mom tilts my face up to her, but grandma hasn’t finished.
“I remember when your mom and dad first met. Michael couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”
I glance at Charlotte who has the same look of horror on her face that I’m sure is reflected on mine.
Grandma adds, “That barn got some use.”
“Eww,” Charlotte groans and shudders. “Grandma that’s too much information.”
“Charlotte, one of these days when you meet the man you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with, you’ll understand. Just like your sister does.”
“I understand,” I glance at Mom who appears amused, “but I’d rather not think about Mom and Dad in that way, if it’s all the same to you.”
She chuckles. “I’ll stop embarrassing everyone for now because I do believe there is a wedding happening very soon.”
“Like now,” Charlotte says, hurriedly. “We need to get everyone sorted and then Dad needs to help you downstairs,” she says to me.
I give her the look that says, I can manage, so she adds, “Not in that dress you can’t . . . and even if you can, I’m not taking any chances.”
“Okay,” I give in.
“Come on, Mom, let’s get you downstairs with Dad so that Michael can come up here.” Mom helps grandma to stand and passes her walking stick over.
“Just remember Grandma, no flirting with Garrett,” I tease.
“Oh, as though he’d notice me when he’s waiting to marry my beautiful granddaughter.”
I watch her leave with Mom, and meet Charlotte’s gaze. “We’re lucky to have her and grandpa still with us. I don’t think I have one friend who still have their grandparents, or even one.”
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