Flanked

by Cat Johnson

  “You’re not going to have sex with me because of my brother?” Her jaw dropped open. Was he serious?

  “Right.” He nodded firmly.

  “Why?” Silver frowned, totally confused.

  “It’s just not something one guy does to another.”

  “Are you nuts?” She couldn’t believe her ears.

  “Good chance.” He laughed and shook his head.

  His words were telling her no, but his eyes told a different story. His gaze had dropped to take in all of her before he wrestled his attention back to her face. He was tempted. A tiny nudge and she might be able to sway him to her way of thinking.

  She let out a huge breath and tried to figure out a way to salvage this night. “Okay, how about this. No intercourse, just a little bit of foreplay. Does that make it better?”

  Shock once again drained the color from his face. Garret shook his head. “I don’t know if that’s any different.”

  “Sure it is. It’s like if I had an itch right between my shoulder blades and I couldn’t reach to scratch it, you could help me with it. Right?”

  His gaze swept her body again. “Yeah, but shoulder blades and…other areas are very different.”

  “No, they’re not. It’s the same thing. Just one person helping out another.” Her shoes on now, Silver stood and moved close to Garret. Staring up at him, she ran a finger down his chest and watched him swallow hard.

  “I don’t know. It could be kind of a grey area.” His brows knit above his green eyes as she reached his belt buckle and paused her torture there.

  Damn, she loved green eyes on a guy. Too bad this particular green-eyed man was proving to be both stubborn and strange. But if he’d agree, she’d take foreplay over nothing at all, which is exactly what she’d had as far as sex since this piercing had begun taunting her. Of course, her ultimate hope was that one taste wouldn’t be enough for Garret and a little would turn into a whole lot more.

  “It’ll be okay, Garret. I promise. I’ve been keeping secrets from Aaron my entire life. He’ll never know. Come on.” She grabbed his hand, intent on finding a janitor’s closet or something where they could have some privacy.

  “Wait a minute. Before we go anywhere tell me this, why are you so intent on having sex with me? You don’t even know me.”

  He was honestly asking her this? What she wanted to know was why he was so intent on fighting her? Didn’t all men want sex? How the hell did she find the one man on earth who didn’t?

  “The truth?” she asked.

  Garret nodded.

  “I got this hood piercing and it’s been keeping me on the edge of insanity for almost a month now. I don’t have a boyfriend. You’re friends with my brother so I figure you’re a safer bet than picking up some stranger at a bar for sex.”

  He swallowed hard. “H-hood piercing?”

  “Yeah, it’s been pressing on my clit and keeping me horny as hell for weeks. I can barely stand it anymore, so if you’re not willing to help me out and relieve this goddamn pressure, I guess I’ll just have to go see if Skeeter—”

  “No. There’s no need for that.” Garret blew out a long slow breath and looked like he might pass out. “I’ll take care of things.”

  Good, because she had things that needed taking care of. Interesting it was the piercing that had gotten to him. Now that she was pretty sure she’d be getting her way, she figured she might as well tease Garret a little bit more. “I don’t know. You have that rule about not fooling around with a friend’s sister…”

  “It’s not really a rule. More like a guideline.”

  “Ah, I see.” Silver nodded, barely containing her amusement at his sudden change of heart.

  “You really have that pierced?” His focus dropped to below her waist.

  “Feel for yourself.” She took his hand—big, warm, rough. Perfect.

  She guided his fingers down the front of her sweats. God how she loved the feel of a strong man’s hands against her skin. She’d gone without underwear just for the occasion. His eyes looked slightly unfocused as he watched her motion. The moment his finger hit the metal bar her breath caught in her throat.

  He stepped closer to her and fingered the piercing without her guidance now. “Wow.”

  When he moved his fingertip below the metal barbell to touch her clit directly, she hissed in a breath. Her eyes drifted closed as her hips pressed forward to increase the pressure. She leaned her head back against the wall, happy for the support as her knees went weak.

  When she opened her eyes, it was to find him watching her face. The motion of his hand stilled, just when she was so close. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He let out a short, breathless laugh. “Don’t worry.”

  He wrapped his free arm around her waist and pressed her into the wall with his body. Good thing, because the sensations shooting through her were enough to take her off her feet.

  As he circled her clit harder, faster, her legs started to shake. She couldn’t catch her breath. Garret leaned low, his mouth close to hers. Not close enough for her liking. As her muscles clenched and her body coiled, Silver reached up and pulled Garret’s head closer. “Better kiss me. I’m not quiet when I come.”

  “Oh God.” He let out a shaky breath right before his lips crashed against hers.

  The orgasm hit her hard. With her hips bucking, she clung to Garret, gasping for breath as he kissed her. His tongue thrust between her lips. He tasted like toothpaste, but she couldn’t think much further beyond that as he continued to work her and her body responded.

  She’d been denied too long for this not to be a fast and hard orgasm, not to mention long. Each time he slowed his touch she pressed closer, demanding more. He gave her more, and her body responded until finally he took his finger away. Not very far though. He still flicked at the barbell, causing aftershocks that jerked her hips forward.

  “Where we gonna continue this?” His eyes were narrow, his breathing shallow as he left his hand inside her pants. That was a good place for it, in her opinion. He played with the piercing again, sending pleasure shooting through her.

  “I don’t care if we stay right here on the staircase, as long as you make me come again.” Once wasn’t going to be enough for her, and he hadn’t gotten any satisfaction for himself yet. She felt the outline of his erection pressing into her thigh. He was ready to burst himself if she was any judge. She’d happily help him out with that. Fair was fair. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.

  “Not enough privacy here.” He shook his head.

  “The laundry room on our floor?” She’d always wanted to fuck on a washing machine during the spin cycle. Or maybe on top of the dryer. That might work too.

  “Better, but someone could still walk in on us… Let’s go to my truck. It’s parked along the edge of the lot facing the woods.”

  “Sounds good. You have your keys?”

  “Yup.”

  “Good boy. Let’s go.” Silver grinned.

  She knew a single taste wouldn’t be enough for him. Thank God for female intuition. He was the perfect candidate for a little back scratching during this trip. Maybe she’d have to take a look at Aaron’s schedule and see if there was another event nearby during the season. She could handle a rendezvous with Garret every few months or so, just to take the edge off.

  Garret led her down the two flights of stairs to the lobby, where they both avoided making eye contact with the night staff. Outside the front doors, where they luckily didn’t encounter any of the other riders, she followed him to his truck. He clicked open the locks and opened the passenger door for her. He saw her safely closed inside and then walked around.

  Finally, he sat in the driver’s seat and glanced at her. He leaned closer and then halted.

  What the hell? She’d thought they’d passed the tentative awkward should-we-or-shouldn’t-we stage. “Garret. Please. Just fuck me. I know you want to and I’m not a virgin, I promise.”

  After the look of s
urprise she’d come to expect from him whenever she said anything, he let out a short laugh. “Thank God for that. Aaron would really kill me then.”

  “He’ll never know.”

  After a moment of silence, he nodded and reached for the glove compartment. “Okay.”

  “Okay?” It was that easy to get him to agree to this? Maybe she should ask for something a little more elaborate too, like that sixty-nine that had been on her mind since this afternoon.

  “Yup.” He took out and tore open a box of condoms. “Sit on your knees and face the window.”

  The man kept a whole box of condoms in his truck’s dashboard compartment? Garret did have a naughty side. Good to know, and extra good she’d finally gotten him to show it to her. But now that he was on board with the fucking, he was being kind of bossy about it.

  “I’m not sure I agree to that position.” She frowned.

  He already had his belt open and his jeans unzipped, but he paused to glance at her now. “Trust me.”

  With a sigh, she did as she was told. There was a bit of fumbling behind her and then Garret was pressing close. His mouth was near her ear as she felt his cock between her legs.

  “This way I can touch your clit at the same time. Okay?” He wrapped his hand around her waist, sliding it down low on her belly, heading for the spot that still craved attention.

  “Yes. Very okay.”

  The wide head of his cock nudged at her. She was so wet one good thrust would have him fully seated inside. Finally, she would be filled. This was what she’d been craving. This was what she needed.

  When he pushed in, the sensation had her bracing her palms flat on the door and pressing back against him. She tilted her head to the side as Garret ran his tongue up her throat. He rocked into her slowly as he found her clit again with his hand.

  “Don’t be gentle, Garret.”

  He laughed against her neck and pushed into her harder. “Okay, but tell me if I hurt you.”

  She moved one hand to the ceiling as she rocked back against him. “You won’t.”

  “But your leg’s bandaged.” He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pounded into her again, harder this time, even as he asked the question.

  “Don’t worry about it. It’s just a new tatt.”

  “A tattoo?” He groaned. “I wanna see.”

  “See later. Fuck me now.” She gasped.

  “Gladly.” He sounded as breathless as she felt.

  Garret pulled her hips toward him. He bent her at the waist so her forehead rested against her forearm on the doorframe below the window and pistoned into her, finally giving her what she needed—a good, hard fucking.

  He reached around and found her piercing again, pressing the metal against her clit as he pounded into her. Her body tightened again, gripping his cock inside her. “I’m going to come.”

  “I know.” Garret moaned and leaned harder against her back. “I can feel you squeezing me.”

  “It feels so good. Keep going. Please, don’t come yet.”

  He laughed. “I’m not even close.”

  As the windows began to steam up and the seat squeaked, loud and rhythmically in time with the sounds of slapping flesh, he pounded her straight into another orgasm until she was a writhing mass of sensations. Then, amazingly, he kept going. Silver didn’t complain or mind. It had been far too long since she’d done this.

  She didn’t know how long he plunged into her from behind before he finally held deep and roared with his own release.

  When he finally stopped pulsing inside her, he leaned heavily against her back, panting but not moving. That was okay. No rush. Her legs were stiff from being in the same position for so long. She didn’t think she could straighten them anyway.

  Silver tilted her head just enough to look at him over her shoulder. “Do you always last that long?”

  “Sorry. Only when I’ve had a few drinks. You okay?”

  She laughed. “Oh, don’t apologize. I’m fine.”

  She’d had a long bout of celibacy to make up for. Meanwhile she was hoping Garret had a few drinks tomorrow night too. He crawled backward to the driver’s seat. After pulling the used condom off with a snap, he opened the window a crack and threw it out.

  She spun around, grimacing as her legs protested. “That’s littering, you know.”

  Garret cocked a brow at her. “I promise when I’m not having sex in my truck, I dispose of all my trash properly and I even recycle. Can I see your tattoo now?”

  “Sure.” Silver pulled her sweats down past her knees and opened her thighs wide. She didn’t think anything of it. After all, Rico had spent the better part of the afternoon between her thighs and she and Garret had just had amazing sex, but when she glanced up she found Garret staring.

  He reached out and ran just a fingertip over the bare, hairless skin of her pussy. “It’s so smooth.”

  What exactly did a girl say to that?

  “Uh. Thanks.” She picked at the edge of the tape and gauze, and then went to work unwrapping the cellophane. She’d have to put more ointment on it when she got back to the room anyway. She finally pulled off the last of the coverings and exposed her new dogwood blossoms.

  “That’s it. It’ll be red for a little while yet.” She looked up to see his reaction.

  After checking out the back window first, Garret turned on the overhead light and let out a whistle. “Wow. That’s absolutely beautiful.”

  His compliment made her smile. “Thank you.”

  “Did it hurt?” Garret’s focus remained trained on the design.

  He must really like the tattoo since it had actually managed to drag his attention away from her pussy.

  “Like a bitch, but it was totally worth it.”

  “Mmm, hmm. Totally.” Garret hit the light and leaned low, pushing her thighs wider.

  He spread her lips with his thumbs and then the heat of his mouth surrounded her as he sucked her piercing in. Silver hissed in a breath between her teeth. This move was a surprise, but definitely a pleasant one.

  “Okay?” He glanced up.

  “Oh yeah.” She’d figured he was done for the night. No way was she complaining he wasn’t.

  “Good.” He went back to working her, mouthing the piercing before moving to tongue her clit.

  He slid two fingers inside her and pressed up. It caused an entirely different sensation than his mouth on her clit did. The combination was enough to have her lifting her hips up as he worked her hard, both inside and out. She sucked in another sharp breath as he latched onto her barbell with his teeth and tugged.

  “Hurt?” He lifted his head to look at her.

  “No, and I like a little pain anyway. Keep going.”

  His brow rose. “I’ll remember that for next time.”

  Next time. Oh yeah. She couldn’t wait, but right now she couldn’t think past the feel of what he was doing to her as he pressed down with his open palm just below her belly button, while at the same time pressing his finger up from inside her. It caused a wonderful pressure in a place she’d never felt before.

  She groaned from the sensation. “What are you doing to me?”

  He raised his mouth off her clit just enough to answer. “Working your G-spot.” He gave the area another firm press between his two hands, one inside and one outside her. The move emphasized his point. “Like it?”

  “Mmm, hmm.” It felt deliciously different than when he worked her clit. There was a good chance she could come just from this, but it would be even better when combined with his mouth.

  “Want more?”

  “Mmm, hmm.” She pushed his head back down until he drew her barbell into his mouth again, but before he did she didn’t miss his smile.

  She was right about the orgasm being doubly good from the combination of Garret’s mouth on her clit and his hands working her G-spot. It was almost too good when it hit. Her hips jumped. Her muscles clenched. And even as she came, riding wave after wave of pleasure, there was a
pressure building inside her that threatened to snap and send her over the edge of another precipice. A place she’d never been before. Another level where anything might happen. A little freaked out by feeling so totally out of control, she pulled his head up.

  “Too good. No more.” Twitching beneath him, she fought to catch her breath.

  “Too good? Really?”

  “Yes, really.” Silver laughed.

  It was like when she told her students they’d done a good job but they still weren’t happy until they got a gold star too. It was very tempting to let him try for another gold star. The lit clock on the console caught her eye. They’d been at it for a very long time. It was late.

  “I hate to say this, but I’m afraid we’d better get back soon before we’re missed.”

  “Yeah. You’re right.” Garret sighed and pushed himself up.

  She glanced down as he pulled his underwear back into place. He was hard again. “Uh, did you want me to do something about that before we go in?”

  Garret laughed. “If you do we’ll be here another two hours. I drank, remember? The second time takes even longer than the first.”

  Her brows rose high. It would be very tempting to keep Garret well plied with alcohol if they were a couple. She certainly would be well fucked. “Okay. Next time.”

  “Next time for sure.” He grinned.

  Garret waited for to get her sweats back on and gather up all the dressings from her tattoo before he opened the truck door.

  They walked through the lobby beneath lights that after the dimness in the truck seemed brighter than the surface of the sun. Silver had to wonder if she looked as well satisfied as she felt and if the desk clerk noticed. She glanced sideways at Garret and yeah, his color was a little high too. Not to mention they both had sex hair.

  “So what other tricks you know?” She glanced at him as they reached the elevator and no one could hear her question.

  “More than I can show you during one night in my truck.” He poked the button and the doors slid open immediately. He waited for her to step inside then followed her in.