A Beautiful Lie (Playing with Fire, #1)

by Tara Sivec

  “Get OFF me!” she growled.

  He didn’t budge. He just stared down into her beautiful, angry face and let the words fly.

  “I saw you with him. I saw you snuggled up next to him, laughing at all his jokes and turning on the charm,” Garrett seethed as he felt himself harden while Parker squirmed against him and tried to get out of his arms.

  He couldn’t help himself; he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from his chest, anchoring them against the wall above her head.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” Parker fumed as she tried to pull her arms out of his grasp, but that only made him tighten his hold. If she really wanted to, she could take him down with one well-placed kick to the groin or a twisting self-defense move, but something about being this close to him when he was in a jealous rage sparked a fire within her that kept her rooted in place.

  She could feel the anger rolling off of him, and while she wasn’t afraid and could never be afraid of Garrett, she had no idea what had gotten into him. He'd never acted this way with her before. He was being possessive, like she was his and had no right to share herself with another man. It irritated her and turned her on all at the same time. She could smell the rum on his breath and mixed with his cologne, it was a heady sent that would have intoxicated her if she wasn’t already halfway there.

  “YOU are what’swrong with me, Parker. It’salways been you. Every time I’m around you I can’t think. You mess with my mind and you make me lose focus.”

  Parker’s heart beat rapidly in her chest as she stared into his eyes.

  It’s always been you.

  She knew better than to think he meant anything by that comment. They were both drunk and angry. Letting her mind misconstrue his words was foolish and would do nothing but hurt her in the end.

  But she couldn’t bring herself to care about that right now.

  Garrett could smell the alcohol on her mixed with the faint coconut perfume of her skin. She was still wearing the dress from earlier, and the thin material made it easier for him to feel every inch of her body up against his. He pushed his hips into her, wishing the anger away so he could just feel. He was still plagued with thoughts of confusion and resentment though. None of that would go away easily.

  Parker let out an involuntary whimper when he pushed his hardness against her. She had no control of her body and its reactions when Garrett was around.

  “Do you think he could make you moan when he rubbed up against you?” Garrett asked as he ground himself harder between her legs. He didn’t know if he was referring to Cole or Milo at that point. Both men’s faces flashed before his eyes as he pictured them touching Parker and giving her the pleasure he was meant to.

  He pushed Parker’s arms together so he could grab both wrists with one hand, letting his free hand slide down the underside of her arm, over her breast, across her stomach, and under the hem of her dress. He brought his hand up the inside of her thigh, letting his fingers graze over the thin scrap of satin between her legs.

  “Do you think he could make you wet like this?” Garrett asked fiercely as he slid his fingers up and down over her sex, feeling her wetness soaking through the satin.

  Parker’s body continued to betray her. His words angered her, but his hands and his fingers made her want him so badly she ached for him to sink himself inside her. Her hips moved forward, reaching for more of him, wanting him to keep going even though a part of her didn’t want to do this when they were both so angry.

  “What the hell do you want from me?” Parker asked brokenly as Garrett circled his finger around her satin-covered clit, forcing another moan from her.

  “I want you to admit that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” Garrett said through clenched teeth, knowing he was crossing a very dangerous line with Parker but unable to stop now. He pulled his hand out from between her legs, slid his arm behind her back, and pulled her up against him roughly, covering her mouth with his before she could say anything, before he could second guess his decision.

  The kiss was hard and forceful. Garrett took everything she had to give from that kiss, bruising her mouth with his lips. She wanted to tell him to stop, to slow down, but he dropped her arms from above her head and both of his hands cupped her from behind as he lifted her up against him.

  She shouldn’t have wrapped her legs around his waist as he turned them both and slammed her up against their closed door while she clutched the front of his shirt and held on. She should have told him they needed to talk, but as his lips and tongue continued their assault on her mouth, all she could do was respond. She’d wanted him like this for so long. She’d wanted him wild for her and unrestrained. As much as she dreamed about slow, sensual loving with Garrett, she also dreamed about him finally giving in and taking her. She dreamed about him wanting her so much he couldn't control his actions any longer.

  The door behind her was unlocked and Garrett pushed it open using her body as leverage.

  His hands found their way under her dress and grabbed onto her to pull her closer to his body as he walked, his fingers squeezing the bare flesh as he moved.

  When they were inside the room, Garrett kicked the door closed behind him and swung Parker around, her back smacking into the wall beside the door, forcing a picture hanging on the wall to crash to the floor.

  Garrett should have stopped to apologize; he didn't want to hurt her. But right now, with her long legs wrapped around him and the heat between her thighs pressing against him, he lost all control.

  He tore his mouth away from hers and kissed and sucked his way down her neck, running his tongue over the swell of her breasts that peaked out of the V-neckline of her dress.

  Parker's hands flew to the back of his head to hold him in place as she arched her back and let her head thump against the wall.

  Garrett pulled his mouth away from her breasts and used his hips to anchor Parker to the wall so he could remove his hands from her. He brought them around to the front of her body and grabbed the edges at the opening of her dress and yanked it open. Her smooth, creamy skin was completely exposed save for a black satin strapless bra and a minuscule black satin thong.

  Parker's dress lay open, hanging off of her arms while she breathed heavily and watched Garrett's eyes darken as they raked over her body. No one was listening, no one was watching, the need in his eyes was for her and her alone.

  Garrett wrapped an arm around her back and took the palm of his other hand and laid it flat against her collarbone. He slid his hand down the front of her body, looking into her eyes as the heel of his hand slid between her legs and pushed against her.

  "Say it," Garrett growled as he moved his hand back up her body, pulling the cups of her bra down until both of her breasts were exposed.

  He circled the tips of his fingers around her nipple, teasing her until it pebbled under his touch.

  "Tell me no one makes you feel like this," Garrett demanded as he took both of her breasts in the palms of his hands, cupping them and kneading them, pushing his hardness into her center, pinning her against the wall.

  "Fuck! Only you," Parker moaned as she grabbed the front of Garrett's button-down shirt and did her own yanking. The buttons of his shirt flew in every direction as Garrett wrapped one arm around Parker, pulled her against him, and turned away from the wall, moving over to the table as she pushed his shirt down his arms. He tore the dress and her bra the rest of the way off of her.

  With one arm holding Parker's almost-naked body against him, he used his other arm to shove everything off of the table.

  Papers, phone books, Parker's laptop, and a vase of flowers crashed to the floor as Garrett set Parker down on the table.

  The position put Garrett's hardness, hidden behind the cotton of his dress pants, right up against Parker's core.

  She reached for his belt as he reached for her. Parker let her legs slide down his hips and hang off the edge of the table while he attacked her mouth again. She fumbled wi
th his belt while he swirled his tongue through her mouth.

  Parker unfastened his pants and pushed them and his boxer briefs down on his thighs as far as she could reach.

  She wrapped her hand around the back of Garrett's neck and pulled him with her as she leaned back on one arm, raised her legs, and used her feet to push everything the rest of the way down his legs.

  Garrett tore his mouth away from Parker’s and clutched onto the elastic band of the pathetic excuse of underwear that rested on her hips. With a tug and a tear, her thong was ripped off of her body and tossed to the side. He palmed his cock and quickly brought it to her entrance.

  "Say it again," Garrett demanded as he dragged the head through her, soaking himself with her wetness before stopping right at her heat.

  Parker didn't hesitate to give him what he wanted. She needed him inside her so much she couldn't breathe.

  "You, only you," she told him, pulling his forehead down to rest against hers.

  Parker's words shot right through Garrett. He pushed into her in one quick, hard motion, burying himself inside her as deep as he could go.

  Parker shouted his name and Garrett swallowed her cries with his mouth.

  His hands flew to her hips and gripped them tightly as he held his body still, pulsing with the sensations of being inside her.

  He couldn't think, all he could do was feel. Feel how tight and warm she was wrapped around him. Feel how perfectly he fit inside her. His heart thumped with the realization that after years of dreaming, of watching, wanting, and hoping, he was finally exactly where he had always longed to be. A wave of guilt washed through him when he remembered what had spurred all of this on. Betrayal and anger, shock and confusion. All at the hands of someone who he thought was his best friend.

  Parker held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut, letting her body adjust to Garrett. It had been so long since her body had felt this, had craved this. He was taking her, controlling her, and he needed her so much he let all of his reservations go. No one had ever desired her that much. She’d been made love to in beds and under the cover of blankets. She’d never had sex on a table because a man had to have her right at that moment. The fact that it was Garrett doing the taking made her heart and body soar. Parker felt every solid inch of him inside her, and it made her pulse around him with the need for more.

  Garrett ran the palm of his hand down Parker's smooth thigh. He reached under her knee, pulling it up and hooking it over his hip as he slowly pulled out of her, only to thrust quickly right back in.

  They groaned in unison, Garrett punctuating the feeling with a curse.

  "Fuck, you feel so good,” Garrett whispered against her lips.

  He wanted to go slow, to savor every bit of this moment with Parker. He wanted to take his time and show her with his body how much he’d always wanted this. But the anger and resentment from the day’s events bubbled up inside him and made him want to just fuck it all away. The squeeze of Parker’s walls around him and her wetness coating him made it impossible for him to do anything else.

  “Oh, God, don’t stop. Harder!" Parker told him.

  Garrett almost came on the spot at her words. He dropped his other hand from her hip to brace himself against the table.

  Parker pulled Garrett back to her mouth and pushed her hips up to meet every single one of his powerful thrusts into her. His hand wrapped around her knee and slid back down her thigh to grab her from behind, pulling her roughly against him each time he buried himself inside her.

  Garrett's lips and tongue made a trail from Parker's mouth down the side of her neck as he continued to piston his hips against her.

  Parker wanted every second of that moment to last, but she couldn't slow down her approaching orgasm if she tried. Each time Garrett's hips slammed into her, it pushed her closer and closer to the edge. The table banged against the wall with the force of their movements, causing another picture to come crashing down and the sound of shattering glass to fill the room.

  They didn't care about the noise or the damage they were doing to the room. For once, Garrett and Parker were only concerned with the feel of each other's bodies and the raw pleasure that was coursing through them. They threw aside the angry words, the hurtful truths, and the disappointment and took what they wanted; what they had always wanted—needed―from each other. They fucked their minds into silence as their bodies willingly complied.

  Garrett's teeth grazed against the skin beneath her ear, pushing Parker closer to the brink. She wrapped both of her arms around his neck and both of her legs around his hips, locking her ankles behind him. Garrett held her tight against him as he pushed himself deep and stayed there, grinding his pelvis against her.

  The orgasm exploded out of Parker as she cried out and rocked herself against Garrett.

  "Oh, Garrett, yes!"

  She clawed at his back and rode it out, pushing against him to try and prolong the feeling coursing through her.

  Parker clenched tightly around Garrett as she came, and he followed right behind her. He thrust his hips rapidly, holding Parker's body as tightly as he could while he came deep inside her.

  Garrett's body jerked against her with the force of his orgasm as he shouted incoherently, thrusting into her one last time.

  The room was suddenly quiet. Their flushed, sweaty bodies molded together as they both tried to catch their breaths and come back to reality.

  Garrett finally pulled his mouth away from Parker's neck, resting his forehead against hers.

  Parker ran her hands up the back of Garrett's neck, sliding her fingers through his hair, and holding his head against hers.

  She kept her legs locked around his naked hips and memorized the feel of him pulsing and twitching inside of her. She committed to memory the feel of his arms locked around her body and his chest pushed up against her breasts. She knew the guilt would come creeping back in soon, and she wanted to cherish every second.

  Parker would never again fault Garrett for his actions when it came to her. After what just happened between them, and the words he’d spoken. she knew he’d been wrestling with his own demons where she was concerned. Parker knew she was being a hypocrite by not wanting him to retreat back into himself after this, but she knew it was inevitable. She understood him better than anyone, and she should have known right from the start what kind of a struggle it would be for him to admit anything he felt for her. In Garrett’s mind loyalty was one of the best qualities he possessed, and Parker would do anything to make sure he never felt like he’d compromised that. She would keep it light and hopefully absolve him from any feelings of blame he put on himself.

  Parker turned her face away from Garrett, her forehead still pressed up against his, and glanced around at the disaster area of a room.

  She shook her head and sighed.

  "What's wrong?" Garrett asked.

  "I am so not cleaning this shit up," Parker replied.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The smell of coffee wafted through the air and roused Parker from the best night of sleep she’d had in a long time. She burrowed deeper into her pillow, smiling at the ache she felt in muscles that hadn’t been used in a long time. She knew her back was bruised from being slammed into the wall and her thighs were tender from the hands that gripped and the body that moved between them. The soreness between her legs reminded her just how much she missed sharing that part of herself with someone.

  How much she needed to share that part of herself with Garrett.

  Parker never knew it could be like that. She’d dreamed of touching Garrett, of feeling his skin against hers, and wondered what it would be like to take him inside her. She never imagined her dream would pale in comparison to reality. Nothing prepared her for the reality of fucking her best friend.

  She cringed a little, using such an abrasive word to describe what happened between them the night before. But she knew it was too raw, too new, and there were too many broken items strewn throughout the bedroom for it to
be considered anything else.

  It was also yet another reason why she refused to open her eyes. She knew how Garrett worked, and she wasn’t prepared to deal with the aftermath of the guilt and shame he was most likely feeling.

  When her head started to pound from consuming all of those cocktails the night before and the argument that ended in the best sex she’d ever had, she knew the smell of coffee couldn’t be ignored any longer.

  Parker slowly opened her eyes to an empty room and tried not to let the disappointment mar her good mood. She knew he wouldn’t be there watching her sleep or cuddled up against her asking for round two. It still stung just the same because he felt the need to flee first thing in the morning before she woke up. At least he had the decency to make her coffee.

  She got up out of bed and stretched the soreness from her body before walking naked across the room to pour a cup of coffee from the small coffeemaker on the dresser. She took her coffee mug with her into the bathroom, glancing around the room on her way and noticing that the broken pictures had been re-hung, minus the shattered glass. All of the papers, books, and her laptop had been picked up off of the floor and placed back on the table. The clothing they’d ripped off last night had been zipped into garment bags provided by the resort and were now hanging on the handle of the closet door. The bags would be picked up by the maid and taken to the dry cleaner to be washed and repaired. Considering Parker had ripped every single button off of Garrett’s shirt, and she’d heard a tearing sound on her dress when Garrett had pulled it off of her, there were quite a few repairs their clothing needed.

  Before closing the bathroom door, Parker let the realization sink in that Garrett had cleaned up any and all reminders of what they’d done the night before.

  Garrett let himself into the villa and as the door shut behind him, he heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. He had hoped to be back to the room before Parker woke up, but his morning run to clear his head took longer than normal.