by Liv Morris
We pull up to the gorgeous house his parents own in a very exclusive gated community. Garrett opens my car door to help me out. He puts his hand at the small of my back, guiding me toward the front door. I put my hand up to reach for the doorbell, but Garrett gently pushes it down. “No, babe, we can just go in,” and he opens the door.
I step to the side once we’re inside. I want to follow behind him. It feels a little uncomfortable, walking into the room ahead of him. The house smells lovely. I immediately notice the smell of homemade waffles. “Hey, Mom and Dad. We’re here,” Garrett calls out to his parents, taking my hand and walking toward the kitchen.
His mother is beautiful, and ever so sweet. She walks toward us, as soon as we come into the room, and immediately wraps her arms around me. “Oh, gorgeous girl, I’m so happy he finally brought you around. He’s been keeping you all to himself,” she says, hugging me, looking over my shoulder. “Where’s Sierra? I’m dying to see the little princess.”
Oh dear, I wasn’t expecting her to be so welcoming given my situation. Guess I could have slightly overreacted. “Thank you for having me over for breakfast, Mrs. McKenna. I’m sorry Sierra couldn’t be here. We just dropped her off at preschool. She has a few weeks left before summer vacation.”
She nods her head in understanding, “Well, that’s okay. Maybe I can meet her next week. And none of that Mrs. McKenna business, call me Elizabeth,” she says, looking at Garrett for confirmation.
“Mom, relax. I know you’re excited, but try to keep it under control. Let’s eat. Lex and I are starved. ”
Mr. McKenna walks into the room right then, as Elizabeth goes to the stove to start plating the food. This woman obviously loves to feed her family. Mr. McKenna walks over to us, and just as Elizabeth did, he wraps his arms around me and gives a good squeeze. “We’re so glad you’re here, Alexis. Did Sierra come, too?” he asks with all sincerity.
“Not this time, I’m sorry Mr. McKenna,” I reply.
“Listen, young lady, it’s James or whatever else you want, but none of that Mr. McKenna stuff!” he says in a tone so similar to the one Garrett uses sometimes. It makes me smile, because I’ve come to know that tone is filled with a lot of love.
We’re sitting at the huge island breakfast bar that Elizabeth has set for us. I suspect that she had a lot more notice of this visit than I did. I need to ask Garrett about that later. He pulls out the stool and stands beside me as I climb up. He takes the stool directly beside me.
We’re having a nice conversation about Garrett’s upcoming tour as his mom continues the final preparations. The thought of him not being around as much in a couple weeks is hard to imagine. It’s not that I don’t think I can be alone, I totally can, it’s that I’ve grown to like having him around. I’m sure we’ll still talk every day.
I get a whiff of something on the stove…oh my, bacon…I love bacon, but for some reason, it turns my stomach a bit and I feel the need to excuse myself from breakfast for a moment. “May I use your restroom?” I ask quickly.
Garrett looks to me. “Sure, sweetheart, let me show you where it is,” and he walks me toward the hall. “You okay, babe? You look a little pale,” he observes with concern.
“I’m fine, Garrett. Just tired. It was a late night last night!” I reply, winking at him with a sly smile. He grabs me by the hips and pins me against the wall with his body, pressing my hands above my head, kissing me.
The nauseous feeling immediately subsides, quickly replaced with warmth. I can feel my whole body react. “You may need a nap today, sweetheart, ‘cause I plan to keep you up late tonight, christening the bedroom and bathroom of my house,” he says in a husky whisper in my ear. “Go to the bathroom, gorgeous, and lock the damn door, or I may follow you in there.”
I’m laughing, as I run into the half bathroom and quickly lock the door. Just as he promised, I hear him jiggle the door handle. Maybe I should have kept it unlocked! No, what am I thinking? We’re in his parents’ home…how inappropriate can one person be?
I splash a bit of water on my cheeks. I love bacon. I’m not sure what made me have an aversion to the smell. That hasn’t happened to me before. But that kiss sure made me feel better quickly.
I make my way back to the kitchen and overhear Elizabeth telling Garrett, “Sweetheart, we love her and we’re so glad to see that you’re happy. Of course, we’ll look after her while you’re on tour. You need to stop worrying so much. It’s only a few weeks.” Garrett has his hands in his hair. It’s his typical move when he’s worried or frustrated.
I walk in and they all look toward me. Elizabeth says, “Alexis, you’re a lovely girl. I’m so glad you could make it today.”
Smiling, I reply, “Thank you, Elizabeth. There aren’t many things Garrett asks me to do that I won’t willingly do. Sometimes it just takes me a minute to process.”
Garrett looks to me and grins. “I’ll have to remember that, sweetheart.” And my face immediately heats up to what I’m sure is a very bright rose color. He kisses my cheek and his parents move along, placing the plates in front of each of us.
Breakfast is very tasty. As I suspected she did make homemade waffles, which are my favorite. The conversation is engaging and they’re interested in Sierra and me, our likes and dislikes, hobbies, and such. It’s all very sweet.
After we finish breakfast Elizabeth shoos us out of the kitchen and into the guest house for Garrett to pack his things. He doesn’t have a lot of stuff, which is kind of surprising. He gathers his things as I explore his space, picturing where he was sitting on the few occasions when we’ve been apart and talking on the phone.
I’m looking out the bedroom window, which overlooks a beautiful golf course, when I sense him behind me. He presses his body against my back. Immediately I recognize what I feel; my shirtless, beautiful man has a need. I wholeheartedly want to fulfill all those needs for him, because this man is more than just a fantasy come true to me. He’s quickly become my lifeline. I love him. I love the way he loves me and my outspoken, beautiful daughter, without expecting anything in return. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve this.
He wraps his hands around my waist, pulling my bottom tight into his hardness. His heavy breathing in my ear brings warmth to my center. I too have a need…I can’t stand not being close to this man. It’s been an emotionally packed few days and I haven’t had enough alone time with Garrett to assure me he’s real, and that what I’m feeling is real.
He’s nibbling my ear. His hands have a good hold on my hip bones. I arch my back, pushing myself into his hardness, and a moan escapes me. He growls. “Babe, I want to feel you right now. I need to be closer,” he says in rough voice.
“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. That’s all I can manage, because my own need to be as close to him as possible is far too great. I want him, badly!
He turns me in his arms and lifts me off the ground. My legs instinctively find their place, wrapping around his waist. “Garrett, I love you so much!” I say, as I tighten my grip around his shoulders and neck. “I just didn’t know I could ever love any man this much. Please, don’t ever leave us.” Small tears are leaking out of my eyes, dripping down his neck. He carries me to the bed and lays me down with so much care.
“Alexis, my heart feels like it’s about to explode. I’ve never in my life felt this full of love. Baby, you and Sierra will never be without me. I’m here. I’ll always be here, even when I’m away on that stupid tour. Babe, it’s you that I’ll be counting the minutes to be with again…and I won’t be gone for six weeks at a time. I’ll come here every break, so the most you’ll be without me is three weeks. And, sweetheart, we’ll be burning up the damn phone lines.” He’s kissing away my tears again. “You, my gorgeous girl, will be very sick of me. I promise.”
I smile and sniffle. “That’ll never happen. I love you too much. Make love to me, please?” I plead, lifting my hips to meet his.
“Lady, you never have to ask me twice,” he says, as
he lowers the zipper on the side of my sundress.
He removes my dress and lays it neatly over the footboard. It’s very different from clothes being thrown haphazardly across the room, which is what normally occurs, but his lust filled eyes are still glowing with passion. He loves me and he’s making love to me to prove it. He removes my bra and I reach to help him, trying to speed things up a bit. He smirks and shakes his head.
“No, sweetheart, this is my job.”
I’m feeling a bit desperate for his hardness. My body is acting on its own. Every place his fingers grace is left with a trail of fire. “Ace, please, hurry.”
He chuckles under his breath. “Shhh, we have all day, baby, and I want to enjoy this hot little body. I’m taking my time. Relax.” This frustrates me a little, but I want to please him, so I will myself to be more patient. I know he’ll give me the satisfaction I’m so desperate for.
He graces me with a trail of kisses down my body. He reaches my breasts, taking his time and offering each nipple equal time and affection. Then he moves to my stomach with little nips and butterfly touches that tickle a little, and he places two kisses on each hip bone with a little lick and nip. He loves my hip bones. He’s always touching them and paying special attention to them. Then he’s at my center. He’s kissing and nibbling my inner thighs, and before my next breath I feel his hot tongue reach my clit. That’s all it takes for my body to buck wildly. He presses my hips into the bed. “I know, sweetheart, I’ll take care of it.” And he does. First, he enters my center with one finger while his mouth continues its assault on my clit. Then he includes the second finger and I explode under his tongue.
“GARRETT, YES! I LOVE YOU! ALWAYS!”
As my body is spiraling back down to earth, he climbs up the bed, hovering over me, waiting for my eyes to open and look into his. “Babe, that’s so fucking amazing. I love watching you fall apart in my arms.”
I grin at him. “I didn’t just fall apart, ace. You did that and I damn well exploded!” He has the most amazing chest and shoulder muscles, when he’s perched above me this way, he’s hotter than ever! I feel lucky because he’s mine and I can see this...whenever I want! I feel his length at my entrance and he slides in.
“Damn, babe…nothing is better. Nothing will ever make me feel this good,” he says in a groan of bliss.
He slides his length in and out, kissing me and carefully watching my expression. He’s always so attentive to my needs. “Look at me, beautiful.” He’s telling me what he wants, “I want to see those hazel gems. Keep your eyes open.” And I try, but he feels so amazing it’s hard not to escape into the bliss. There’s so much love and passion being passed between the two of us right now. I can feel my inner muscles spasm. I know I’m getting close, as Garrett increases the pace. I wrap each of my legs around his thighs and push him deeper with my ankles.
“Fuck …Lex, you ready, baby?” he growls.
“YES.” I explode again, as he fills me with all his warmth.
He rolls over onto his back, taking me with him, so that I’m resting on his chest. He’s not ready to separate from me, yet. He always likes to hold me afterward.
“Lex, why do you call me ace? I haven’t heard that in years. You’re the only one who ever called me that,” he asks, while we lay still connected, regaining a normal breathing pattern.
“You always ace everything you do. I’ve always been so proud of you.” He doesn’t respond right away. He just stares.
Chapter 21
What did I ever ace when we hung out in college? I wasn’t successful then. Shit, when I finally made it to Nashville, I would have lived in my car had it not been for my parents making sure I always had a roof over my head. What is she talking about? “Sweetheart, I’m not sure that cleared it up for me. I wasn’t successful then.”
She just shakes her head. “Garrett, do you really think you being a superstar is how I measured your success? I thought you were amazing way before then. I was happy when the world finally figured out what I already knew. But, Garrett, I watched your talent and dedication far before your first number one track. You totally aced the music thing. You were smart and had tons of friends. You were kind and had swarms of girls around you. And, even though, you were constantly surrounded by girls, and I was incredibly jealous at times, I don’t think they ever really understood you or saw your greatness the way I did.”
“I was proud and that was my way of telling you. I’m sorry it wasn’t clear to you back then. You aced life…music, friends, family, girls…you were amazing and it came easily to you, because you’re such a great person. I’m proud of you, always have been.”
Shit, she thinks I aced life. That couldn’t be further from the truth, but looking at the crap ass life she’s been dealt, I can imagine how it looks that way from her point of view. I feel like I’ve sacrificed so much for this life, and I’ve missed out.
“Baby, the only thing in this life I want to ace, is you and the little blond mini-you. I could give a rat’s ass about the rest of it. I want you, and I don’t want to screw it up. Please, don’t let me,” I say to her. I want to be worthy of this name she’s given me, but I want it to be for something meaningful. I want to ace loving her. I want to ace being a good family man for her.
I lift her to the side of me and kiss her forehead. “Let me clean you up, baby.” I carry her to the bathroom and place her on the vanity. I turn on the warm water, take a damp cloth and wipe her down. I see a bit of red on the cloth as I wipe her down. Is she hurt? “Damn, baby, did I hurt you?” Concerned, I ask.
She looks at the cloth and turns a bit pale. “Oh…I’m sorry, Garrett…It must be that time for me. I can never keep track, because the implant makes my time of the month erratic. Sometimes it never comes at all. Did I get blood on you?” She’s concerned about me, yet she’s bleeding.
I’ve never experience a monthly cycle with a girl. I’ve never kept them around that long. I’m concerned. What happens now? Does this hurt? I’ve heard from the guys that it’s torture. “Baby, I’m fine. Do you feel okay?”
She smiles to reassure me. “Yes, Garrett, I’m good. Can I use your shower and will you bring me my purse?” She says as she pushes away from my inspection.
“You can share my shower with me, lady. Together all damn day, I mean it.”
I run to the family room to get her purse. She’s started the shower by the time I get back to her. I watch her from the doorway, testing the water temperature. She’s smiling and humming along to a song. She’s happy, and that alone makes me feel like I’m on top of the damn world. I love her. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I could sit and watch her do anything and feel incredibly entertained. But most of all I love watching her smile, sing, take care of Sierra, and fall apart in my arms at the end of every day. This girl has completed my life in a way I never thought I wanted, but now I would damn near kill for it.
I walk into the bathroom, placing her purse on the counter, and going directly to her, wrapping my hands around her hips, so that I can caress her hip bones. I love them. I’m not really sure what it is about them, but touching them makes me feel a volt of electricity every time. She’s hot. Her little body is the best I’ve ever seen. It does things to my eyes every time I see her naked. I see stars, and it feels amazing.
I reach out and test the water myself, before sliding us into the warm stream. She’s careful not to wet her hair. “In you go, sweet cheeks,” I say, as I nuzzle the spot behind her ear. I put her directly under the stream so she doesn’t get cold. I can wait to be under the water, because being close to her makes me hot as hell. I take the clean cloth and lather it up with soap. I wash her body, massaging the lather into her skin, taking my time. I’m careful when I wash her between the legs. I’m not sure if she’s sore. Instinctively I check for more blood, but there’s none.
She looks a little embarrassed. “Garrett, stop. I’m fine. Women have dealt with this curse for centuries.”
I shrug m
y shoulders. “But I’ve never dealt with it with a woman, let alone the woman I love,” I say with a bit of chagrin. She kisses me, slides around, and then pushes me forward so that I’m under the stream.
She gets another cloth and takes her sweet, precious time rubbing me down with soap and rinsing my body. When she reaches my cock and feels how hot I am for her she drops to her knees in front of me saying, “Garrett, are you hard for me again?”
Shit... she’s suffering and bleeding, she can’t do this now. I should be taking care of her. “Baby, no, you don’t need to do that now. But, I’m always hard for you. I can’t help it. Let’s try that when you’re feeling better.”
“Shut up, Garrett, I feel fine and I want to suck your cock right now. Are you really going to deprive me of satisfying my man?”
Well, when she puts it that way, hell no!
“I’m here to please you, lady. Have it your way.”
She smiles, as she pumps my length in her hand, dropping to her knees and licking the tip of my cock. “Shit…” I say moving my hips forward. She opens her lips and my cock slides into her mouth. Her tongue is licking the underside of my length. I’m holding the back of her head and pumping into her mouth, as she wraps one of her little hands around the base of me. The other one is massaging my boys. It feels too good, and I’m going to lose my load, again. I can feel the back of her throat on the head of my cock “Baby, I’m gonna go…back up.” But she doesn’t let go. Damn… Did she not hear me? I can’t hold it much longer. I try and guide her head back, but she takes me deeper into her throat. “FUCK ME…” I explode down her sweet little throat, pulsating in her mouth. “I love you so much!” I say, almost yelling.
She’s giggling, as I find my way back to earth, looking down to her eyes. “Damn, babe. That was amazing,” I’m telling her, as I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me. My girl loves being held. I take the towel and wrap it round her, taking her back to the bed to lay her down. I’m smothering her with kisses and tickling her.