by Chelle Sloan
“I’m going to need words, Angel. What am I going to find when I make my way up this dress that has been teasing me all night?”
“I’m… I’m wet.”
“Are you shy now?” I say as my hand continues its way up her thigh, my other hand beginning to lift her dress up so I have complete access to her. “You weren’t shy earlier.”
“I-I want you so bad, Garrett. I-I can’t… been so long…”
I place a small kiss on the inside of her thigh, and fuck, I can smell her arousal. I’m going to go mad soon if I don’t get my mouth on her.
“I have never wanted anything more in my life. Relax, Angel. I’ve got you.”
I lift her dress over her hips and kiss my way up from her thigh, across her hip bone, and down until I’m tasting Paige for the first time.
“Oh God, Garrett… Oh, fu—”
Her words die out as I lick her from back to front, tasting every inch. I knew she would be sweet, and I should have known just one lick would get me addicted.
I could stay here all night. My tongue is working her wet center, quick flicks working her up before I suck on her clit. The change in sensations makes her hips buck and before I know it, Paige is riding my face.
It’s the hottest moment of my life.
She’s so close, I can tell. I insert one finger and… fuck, she’s already squeezing me like a vise.
“Garrett, please… I’m going to… Oh God, don’t stop.”
Stop? How could I stop now? I couldn’t if I wanted to. Instead, I pick up the pace with my finger, adding a second, trying to find that spot that will send her off as my tongue continues to worship every inch of her pussy.
The second her orgasm begins, I can feel it, and I don’t know how I don’t come in my pants just from her reaction. Her head falls back against the door and her breathing is heavy. Her hands are gripping my hair so tight I think she’s about to rip out a few chunks. The sounds she makes are like none I’ve ever heard. I want to hear them again every day for the rest of my life.
I will never get enough of this woman.
I slowly bring her down, leaving gentle kisses around her center as her breathing slows.
“Garrett, take me to bed.”
Her wish is my command.
I scoop her up, carrying her to her bedroom. I place her down on the mattress, and as I begin to take off her shoes, I’m overwhelmed by the sight in front of me. Her hair fanned across her mattress, her dress still around her waist, and the evidence of her release still there.
It’s the most erotic image I have ever seen.
“You are beautiful,” I say as I take off my tuxedo jacket. “Every day I see you, you are more beautiful than the day before.”
“Come here.”
And I do. I can’t resist her, or her outstretched arms. I lie down on top of her as she brings me in for a kiss, and I know she can taste herself on me. But that doesn’t stop her. In fact, I think it spurs her on. Her hands are pulling at my hair and her legs are wrapped around my waist, as if her body is begging me for more.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Clothes,” she says breathlessly. “I need them off. Now.”
Who am I to argue?
I bring her up so we are both on our knees. She begins by slowly lowering the straps to my suspenders.
“I knew you were a suspenders man. At least I hoped and prayed you had suspenders on underneath that jacket.”
I smile, loving that she has had thoughts of me. “Did you now?”
She nods, showing me a devilish smile as she continues to work the buttons of my shirt. “I did. That first time I saw you in your tuxedo at the luncheon. I thought about you then, Garrett. I wanted you so much.”
She releases the final button and removes my shirt before beginning to undo my pants.
“Wait.”
My words startle her, but I quickly put her mind at ease. “I need to see this dress off of you.”
She turns around on her knees, now facing away from me. I find the zipper and begin lowering it. Not wanting her to have to move, I gather the fabric and bring it over her head. She’s now completely naked for me and I can’t help but stare.
She looks over her shoulder at me. “What are you waiting for?”
And that’s it. That’s my resolve snapping. I stand up, discard my pants and find a condom in my wallet. I hurry up and sheath myself and find my way back to Paige, who is still kneeling on her bed, begging me with her eyes to come back to her.
“Paige.” I kiss her shoulder as my hands make their way over her breasts. Just like I knew, they fit perfectly in my hands. “I can wait… we don’t have to.”
She tilts her head, giving my mouth more room to explore. And then she does something I never expected, she reaches between us and begins stroking my length.
“I want you, Garrett. I want this. I want us.”
With those words, I lift her up and place her on her back, her legs spread on either side of me. I take my length in my hand and line it up at her center.
“I want us, Angel. I want nothing but us.”
With those words I enter her, and for the first time in maybe my entire life, I feel like I’m home.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Paige
I’ve never been a great sleeper.
It stems from my childhood. My mother had a constant string of boyfriends in and out of the house, and I never trusted any of them. The habit followed me into adulthood.
But last night? With my body sated and falling asleep with Garrett’s arms around me? I’ve never slept better in my entire life.
And if this is what waking up to him is like? His arms wrapped around me, his length pressing against my back and his warm breath against my neck? Sign me up.
My body is sore in all the right places, but that’s not stopping me from rubbing against him, wanting more. I feel him growing harder and all I want is him. Again.
We might have done it twice last night, yet somehow I haven’t had my fill of him just yet. Honestly, I’m not sure I’ll ever have my fill of him. At first I wondered if I had been missing out, only having been with a few guys I have dated. However, I have a feeling that this could have only happened with Garrett.
He was so attentive. Demanding. Soft and sweet. He took what he wanted but always made sure that I was taken care of as well. I didn’t tell him this, but he gave me my first, and second, and third orgasms last night.
And now I want number four.
I roll over, which makes him stir a little. Good. It’s better if he’s awake for this. I would feel bad except he woke me up for round two last night, so it’s only fair that I return the favor.
I’ll call it payback. One I’m sure he won’t mind.
I take his length in my hand, gently stroking it from root to tip and I can feel the second he responds to my touch. God, this is such a powerful feeling. Knowing that just the touch of my hand makes him react like this.
I wonder what it would be like to have him in my mouth? To have him wake up with me pleasuring him?
Before I can make that fantasy come true, I feel two hands underneath my arms. Next thing I know, I’m straddling and staring down at a sleepy, and ever so sexy, Garrett.
This also isn’t a horrible way to wake up.
“What are you trying to do, woman?”
Oh God, that gravelly morning voice is really, really working for me.
“What I was trying to do was give you a wake-up call. Did it work?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Yes, I really like morning-voice Garrett.
I start moving my hips over his growing thickness, loving the way it feels against me. I’m getting wet just from the friction and I know I’m going to want more soon. Even after one night, I’m already addicted to the feeling of him inside me.
“Angel, you need to stop… I don’t have any more condoms.”
I shake my head, his words only propelling me faster. “I�
�m on the pill. Have been since I was in high school. And I trust you. I trust you with every piece of me.”
I hope he knows what I mean by that. Because I do. I trust this man with my body. And I trust him with my heart. I trust him in every way possible.
“Fuck, Paige. Yes…”
With one thrust he enters me, and oh my, I can feel him so deep inside me. The two times we did it last night, I never made it on top, though it wasn’t for lack of trying. Admittedly, I didn’t try too hard. Every position Garrett put me in felt so good, who was I to argue with his direction?
But this? With us bare and me taking everything I want? It’s a feeling I’ve never had before.
“Damn, Paige. You feel so good. So tight. I don’t know if I’m going to last.”
His words spur me on and I begin riding him faster, rolling my hips and pressing myself deeper into him each time.
Eventually, he takes over, and I let him. His hands are on my hips, and the pace he’s setting is driving me absolutely insane.
“Garrett… so close…”
“Now, Angel. Come now.”
And I do. With one more thrust into me, I collapse onto him, our releases following each other.
We don’t move for a long time. I think both of us want to bask in this bubble for a little while longer, because the second we move, we go back to reality.
Unfortunately, our little bubble bursts when Garrett’s phone starts ringing from his pants that are somewhere on my bedroom floor.
“You get that,” I say, kissing his chest before reluctantly getting up. “I’ll go make us coffee.”
“Sex and coffee? Damn, baby, you are too good to me. Oh, one thing.”
I look over to him as I slip on his shirt from last night. Why? Because I’ve always wanted to do this.
“What?”
“Hold the sugar. Because you’re sweet enough for me.”
Rolling my eyes, I pick up his pants and throw his phone at him as he laughs hysterically at his own really bad joke. “You’re lucky you give me orgasms. Because I can’t with you. Answer your phone and then come get coffee.”
I laugh as I exit my room. I can’t even be mad. His cheesy lines might make me roll my eyes, but they are the side of Garrett that I know no one else sees. And I love that.
And frankly? I love him.
I’m all smiles as I start the coffee, and while it’s brewing, I go on the hunt for my phone. I know it was in my purse, which I’m pretty sure I dropped by the door when Garrett… I blush even thinking about what he did to me there.
I pull my phone from my purse and head back to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee before making my way to the couch. As expected, I see a message from Cassie.
Cassie: The fact that it’s 10 a.m. and you haven’t texted me yet better mean you’re having morning sex.
Paige: For the first time ever, I’m going to have quite the story to report Monday at lunch.
Cassie: EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Oh my God. Tell me everything. No. I’ll wait. No. I won’t wait. Tell me something!!!
I smile, thinking of what I should tell her.
Paige: Four.
Cassie: Four… what is… OH MY GOD, YOU HAD FOUR Os!!!!!!! You bitch!
I laugh as Cassie sends another text.
Cassie: Just kidding. I hate you only a little bit.
“What’s so funny?”
I almost choke on my coffee as I see Garrett coming down the hall.
Good gracious, how is this man mine?
His brown hair is adorably disheveled from sleep and sex. Considering he doesn’t have clothes here, and we really didn’t plan on a sleepover last night, all he’s wearing are his boxer briefs. His broad chest is perfectly cut and the V that goes down to his… damn, I need a minute to process him.
“You know you can take a picture? That way you have something to look at when I’m not here.”
“Who said I’m letting you leave?”
He smiles, which I’m glad because I really didn’t want that to come out as clingy. “Oh, don’t worry, Angel. I have no intention of leaving anytime soon.”
I smile as he leans in for a kiss, which is cut short at the sound of my phone vibrating. Probably Cassie not happy with my abrupt departure from our conversation. I’m so distracted by Garrett and his mouth that I don’t even look at the caller ID when I swipe to answer it.
“Cassie, I’ll call you later. I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“Oh, Josephine… you don’t want to talk to me? That hurts, pumpkin. Then again, you probably had a long night with that hot doctor of yours. Where did you find him? Does he have a daddy for me?”
My body goes stiff and I hurry up and hang up the phone.
“Baby, what’s the matter? You’re shaking. Who was that?”
No. How did she find me? She was never supposed to find me, much less be anywhere near me. That was the agreement. I was leaving Alabama and she was staying there. I was done with her. I was done with that life.
But she’s here. And as much as I want to keep my past behind me, I’m afraid it’s here. In Virginia.
“Garrett… I have to tell you something.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Paige
“Tell me, Paige. You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”
I nod, because I know I can tell Garrett. He would never judge me. He would understand. He knows how pasts can be something you don’t want to talk about. Still… I’ve never told this to anyone. The only ones who know were the ones who lived it with me. They know what I was forced to do. They know what I had to do to survive.
“I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Start wherever you need to. Take however long you need. I’m here.”
He slips his fingers through mine and I’m grateful for the connection.
Here goes nothing.
“First of all, my real name isn’t Paige.”
Garrett gives me a confused look, which I don’t blame him for. It’s probably the first of many in this conversation. “It’s not?”
I shake my head. “No. Paige is my middle name. Josephine Paige Blackstone. I hated my name growing up, so I always went by Paige. Mama hated that I hated it. She’s the only one who calls me Josephine.”
“OK. Is that who called you?”
“Yes. We haven’t talked since I left Alabama. That was twelve years ago.”
“Did you two not have a good relationship?”
“No. It… this goes back a long time. Are you sure you want to know this?”
He nods, and I’m grateful, even though part of me really wanted him to say no. But I know that’s the chicken way out. It’s time I faced my past. It’s way past time.
“When I was growing up, I never knew my dad. Still, to this day, I’m pretty sure he was a random guy Mama hooked up with. I knew at an early age that I didn’t have a normal family. She drank a lot. When I was younger, she did drugs from time to time, depending on the boyfriend. And there was always a boyfriend. Some were rich, some were poor. Some of them were married, some of them were leeches who never left. The only thing that they had in common was that the relationships never lasted long. And when one left, there was never a long wait until the next one. Naomi Blackstone always had one in the wings.”
Garrett swallows, and I don’t know how, but I know what he’s about to ask. “Did any of them?”
I shake my head. “No. Thank God. A few of them I think wanted to when I was older. By then I knew to lock my door and I kept a can of pepper spray with me in my bed.”
I take a breath, knowing this is the hardest part. “When I was in high school. One boyfriend did stick. Ralph Baker. I knew from the second he came into our house that he was no good. And turns out, I was right. He was a lowlife dealer who got my mom addicted to drugs for good.”
I feel the tears start to form in my eyes and Garrett lifts my hands to his lips, placing a reassuring kiss on my knuckles. “It’s OK. Take y
our time.”
“I never had a lot of friends. I was too embarrassed that they’d possibly find out about my living situation. Or that if they had a single dad that my mom would go after them. I didn’t have time for friends anyway. I had to make sure she was alive and that the boyfriend of the week wasn’t stealing from us. So, when I wasn’t making sure she wasn’t dead on the side of the road, I was studying. By middle school, I knew that the day I graduated I’d be leaving Alabama. I was determined to get a scholarship out of state. I didn’t party or date. I had one goal, and that was to get the hell away. Because I knew that if I stayed in that godforsaken town, I’d always be making sure she was OK. And it was very clear that she didn’t care about her life or mine.”
“And you did,” Garrett says assuredly. “You got away and started your own life here.”
I nod. “I did. But it came with a cost.”
“A cost? Did you have to pay someone?”
“In a way,” I say, preparing myself for the next part. “There were some kids in my high school who started popping pills. Oxy, in particular. Again, we were a small town, so it didn’t take long for Ralph to realize that he could use me to start selling to my classmates. No one would think that a straight-A student was a pill pusher.”
“How could he make you? Did he threaten you?”
I nod. “I need to back up a little. By this time, Mama was completely hooked. She couldn’t go a day without something. She started shooting heroin. I hated going home, but I didn’t have anywhere else to go. One day I had locked myself in my room. I could hear Mama and Ralph arguing. I didn’t think anything of it until I heard glass break. I had to go out and see if she was OK. I found them in the living room, and Ralph was holding a piece of broken glass to her throat. I couldn’t believe it. I begged him to let her go. That I wouldn’t call the cops if he did. He told me he would, on one condition.”