“I didn’t touch her, Hunter,” Cody seethes, balling his fists.
Hunter lunges like he’s going to hit him and I move. I don’t know what I’m thinking, but I jump between them.
“No fighting,” I instruct as Hunter steps back, dropping his fist.
“Em,” Jordan warns, but I keep my eyes on Hunter with my back to Cody.
“Cody’s your friend. He just lost his mother. If you’re upset, you talk to him. You don’t hit him. If you can’t find a way to speak without using your fists, you come back to it later.”
“Alyssa said he slept with her and won’t talk to her now,” Hunter explains dejectedly.
“Does that sound like something Cody would do?”
“Nah, he’s not like that,” he concedes. “But my sister…”
“Has a crush?” I fill in the blank with a question not wanting to push the dark-haired, ebony-eyed boy too far.
“Forever,” he says, rolling his pretty eyes.
“Sometimes young women make mistakes trying to get the attention of guys. I suggest you speak to Alyssa before you try to pound on your friend who’s going through a horrible experience in his life. He needs his friends right now, Hunter. Be that friend.”
“Are you the coffee shop chick?” he asks with a funny look on his face.
I nod and introduce myself, “I’m Emily.” My hand out.
A big smile breaks across his face as he shakes my hand.
“She’s hotter than you said,” Hunter says to Cody over my shoulder.
Jordan and I tumble into deep belly chuckles. When I finally calm down, I find Hunter staring at me with an odd expression, one of thanks maybe.
“Now, you two hug it out,” I order, stepping out of the way.
“That’s not how dudes do it, Em,” Jordan chides me.
“Why not?”
“Because we’ve got dicks.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” I say, rolling my eyes at my best friend.
“You didn’t fuck her?” Hunter asks.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Cody huffs.
Hunter puts his fist up again, but before I can intercede, Cody puts his out and they bump them. I guess that’s how men hug it out.
“I’ll help you unload your shit,” Hunter says, but Cody stops him.
“I’m not gonna stay. It’s not a good idea with everything.”
“I’ll set Alyssa straight. You shouldn’t be alone, man.”
“He won’t be,” I assure Hunter.
“If she adopted you, I’m movin’ in too,” he responds with a quirked brow that says he’s not joking.
“He’s movin’ in with me,” Garrett finally speaks.
I haven’t looked at him since all of this started. His warmth is at my back so I tip my head all the way back and he looks down at me with crazy kaleidoscopes. He presses his lips to my forehead and I lean against him a little more.
“You Garrett Sharp?”
“Yeah.”
“Emily your woman?” Hunter inquires, breaking our moment.
“Yeah,” Garrett grunts and I turn into mushy goo.
Jordan shakes his head at my reaction with a big grin on his lips.
“She live with you?”
“No.”
“That’s fuckin’ stupid.”
“Hunter,” Cody groans at his friend who obviously says whatever he’s thinking.
“She moves in, I’m comin’ over…a lot,” Hunter says to Cody with an eyebrow wiggle.
I burst into laughter at that. When I realize I’m the only one laughing, I get myself under control.
“Why’re you laughin’?” Hunter asks, truly perplexed.
“Uh, that was funny?” I say it as a question because I feel it’s pretty obvious. I like how I look. I’m an even combination of my parents. But I’m not someone a teenage boy should be this worked up over.
“Why?”
I look at Jordan for some help, but he just shrugs me off, knocking another cigarette from his pack.
“I’m no better than any other woman in Bluffside, sweetheart,” I explain.
“You’re nuts,” he scoffs. “And you’re a shitty fuckin’ boyfriend if she thinks that,” he scolds Garrett.
“Hey—”
“Yeah,” Garrett cuts me off, agreeing with Hunter.
I spin quickly to face Garrett and yell at him, but he cuts me off with a stare that says Don’t you dare. I turn back around and he holds me close with his massive hands resting on my midsection.
“This has been fun. Let’s do it again sometime,” Jordan says brightly. “Come on, Em.”
“You’re meetin’ us at my place,” Garrett informs Jordan.
“Figured as much,” Jordan retorts smugly. “Cody, you play video games?”
“Yeah.”
“Destiny?”
I roll my eyes at my best friend and his new obsession in life.
“Yeah,” Cody says with a small smile on his face.
“Hunter would you like to come over? I’m making dinner.”
“I wish. I gotta deal with Alyssa and then my mom’s shit,” Hunter says cryptically. It’s not my place to push, but I want to ask what that means. “We good?” he asks Cody.
He nods and they bump fists again.
I pat Garrett’s hands and he releases me so I can say my goodbyes. I wrap Hunter in a hug and he squeezes me tight.
“There is a god,” he mutters.
I shake my head as he sets me back.
“Take care of my boy,” Hunter says to Garrett who grunts in response.
“Later, Jordan,” he says and turns on his heel before puttering off in his car.
I guess Jordan and Hunter know each other. That’s weird.
Cody and Jordan start closing the truck as Garrett engulfs me again.
“You blow my fuckin’ mind,” he says sweetly, his eyes swirling. “Don’t ever jump in between a fight again. Sayin’ that, what you did for those two was awesome. Now give me your mouth, get on Jordan’s bike, go to your place, pack a bag and plan on spendin’ a lot of time in one of my T-shirts.”
“Uh,” I moan because that was hot.
“Mouth, Sugar,” he purrs and I comply.
Garrett kisses me breathless until Jordan interrupts with some gross insinuations that are best not repeated.
“Got shit for food at my place,” he says, running the backs of his rough fingers down my cheek.
“I’ll go to the store. I get to cook for more than one person. This is so great!” I spout excitedly.
Garrett grins at me and my excitement changes into a different kind of glee. He pulls his wallet out and my happiness turns to irritation.
“Garrett,” I groan when he pulls out a wad of cash.
“Don’t,” he growls.
“You’ll never know if I use it. And I can put this back in your wallet while you sleep,” I threaten. Bad choice.
Garrett stops looking at me and tosses his keys to Jordan who catches them easily.
“I can take your bike or your ride,” he grinds out.
“Take my ride. It’s supposed to rain.”
They both lift their chins as Jordan sails his keys to Garrett. Once they’re in his hand, Garrett pats my butt. My signal to move. I don’t obey and his gaze snaps down to me, his warning clear. Crap here come the brown eyes.
I start walking toward Jordan’s house and Garrett follows with a hand in the small of my back. Cody waves at me before scurrying to his car.
When we get to Jordan’s bike, Garrett kicks the stand and rolls it back to the garage. He looks good near a bike. He would look good in a paper bag. It’s hard to keep my wits about myself when he’s around doing manly stuff. I’ll never get anything done if I don’t learn to control myself. I’ll leave that goal for another day.
Once we’re in the garage, he opens the passenger door for me and I lower myself in without looking at his face. I know he’s irritated with me so I don’t need the reminder from the
brown eyes. He shuts the door softly and rounds the hood. He starts up Jordan’s old Corvette and takes off toward downtown.
I need to ease the tension in the car.
“Where to first?” I ask brightly.
“Your place,” he grunts.
“What do you want for dinner?”
“Whatever.”
“Do you have a favorite food or a favorite meal?”
“No.”
“Do you have something you hate to eat?”
“No.”
“What’s your favorite dessert?”
“Don’t have one.”
This isn’t working. I need to try another tactic.
“Do you like blowjobs?”
The car screeches to a halt as I shriek in panic that we’re about to be in a life-ending crash. Once I release my death grip on Garrett’s arm that’s sprawled across my chest, I look over at him. His jaw is grinding together so tightly I’m surprised I can’t hear his teeth breaking. His eyes are staring straight ahead and since he still has me pinned to my seat I can’t get a look at the color. We’re alone at the bottom of the hill that leads up to my house. Unless an invisible squirrel ran in front of the car, Garrett stopped because of my question. One he doesn’t seem happy I asked.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
He doesn’t respond other than to remove his arm and start driving again. I remain silent. When we pull into my driveway, I wait for Garrett to let me out of the car. He didn’t tell me to wait for him, but I sensed that’s what he wanted.
I unlock my new door and walk inside only to be spun around, swiftly pinned to the wood. My legs wrap around Garrett’s waist as his hot mouth devours mine. His tongue touches every surface of my mouth as I cling to him. I’m completely at his mercy and relishing in his power.
I grind against him and groan when he returns the movement, his excitement greatly apparent. I keep moving against him as he palms my butt and tugs my bottom lip with his teeth. He drags his nose across my jaw before speaking words that will become some of the most important we share.
“I will never hurt you,” I whisper against the buttery skin of Emily’s jaw. “I will protect you with everything I’ve got. I will see to your happiness. I will take care of you.”
I rest my forehead against hers and take in the beauty of her flushed cheeks and sex-hazed golden green eyes.
“Those things are not negotiable, Emily. If you’re with me, that’s how it is. Always.”
“So if you give me money for groceries, I just take it without arguing?” she asks still breathless from our kiss.
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she says quietly.
“I need to know you get me, Sugar,” I urge her to consider what she’s agreeing to.
“You want to take care of me. I’ve only ever been taken care of by one man. My father. He did everything for my mother and me. He paid. He fixed. He protected. He comforted. He dealt with problems. He made us happy. And he loved us with every fiber of his being. I get you, Garrett. I get you,” she repeats, pressing her lips to mine in the most tender kiss I’ve ever experienced.
I accept the kiss and try to do the right thing. I need to back away. I need to not rush this, but I’m struggling to find my control.
Seeing her today almost leveled me. She was so warm and compassionate when she spoke to Cody. I had to get my mouth on hers, and when I did…better than the last time. Then she dealt with Hunter kindly, in a way I wasn’t going to. That kid is an entertaining pain in the ass. He called me out like no one I’ve ever known has had the balls to. Almost taunting me to claim Emily. I’m ready to claim her right now against the door I gave her.
“Don’t,” she demands as I try to set her down.
“Emily,” I warn with every bit of the edge that I’m rapidly falling over.
“Please,” she begs, her eyes pleading with me not to let her go.
“Not like this,” I huff and pull her legs off me.
She whimpers when I step away, turning my back on her to collect myself.
“I know why Adam cheated on me now,” she says so quietly I’m not sure she’s talking to me. “If he felt like I do right now for two years, he deserved to get that release.”
My sexual tension has instantly turned into roaring fury.
“Emily,” I grind out with a menacing warning.
She doesn’t respond other than to walk around me, disappearing down the hall. I breathe deeply for a few minutes before going after her. I push her door open to find her calmly packing a bag. She folds a few shirts along with a couple pairs of jeans. Then she moves into her bathroom, coming back with a toiletry bag. Once that’s settled in with the rest of her stuff, she zips it up and moves toward me.
Her gaze doesn’t meet mine as she waits for me to get out of the doorway so she can pass. She’s hurt after I just promised I wouldn’t hurt her. I’m a prick.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” I growl.
“Huh?” she asks, bringing her big eyes up to mine.
I rip the bag out of her hands and pick her up by her ass, planting her in the center of her bed. I tug her hair out of the fucking tie, loving the silky feel against my leathered fingers. I consume her mouth and quickly pull her shirt over her head. My lips are back on hers instantly as I unclasp her bra, tugging it off.
I release her mouth and reach behind my head to yank off my shirt, throwing it in the pile I’m making on the floor. I look down at her plump tits with sharply peaked pink nipples and rumble as my mouth encapsulates one while my finger and thumb tweak the other.
“Yes,” she hisses and starts to rock her pussy against my dick at a frantic pace.
I switch nipples with my mouth and undo her jeans with my free hand. I kiss and nip my way down her stomach as she scrapes her nails across my scalp, ripping and pushing at my hair.
She lifts her hips to help me remove her jeans and I take her tiny cotton panties along with them. With no finesse, I remove the rest of my clothes.
I try to take a moment to appreciate her naked honey-colored skin, but her bare pussy draws me to it.
I settle my shoulders between her thighs and take a deep breath, coating my lungs in her scent. Then I feast on her. I ram my tongue in her tight hole, wrapping an arm across her hips to keep her still.
She’s moaning and whimpering as her juices coat my face. I lick her clean and then make her dirty all over again. I could eat her pussy all day long and never tire of it.
Emily’s sounds grow more desperate when I settle on her clit, flicking and lapping. Her hands have left my hair and I look up to see her elbows bent, her hands fisting the duvet next to her ears. She’s so close.
I slowly drive one rough calloused finger in her pussy and she clenches down with force as she screams, “Garrett!” I continue to lick her clit as her orgasm quakes through her tiny frame.
When she comes back to Earth, I climb up her body kissing and licking a trail to her mouth. Emily plunges her tongue into my mouth as my dick bobs at her entrance. Before I can think, her hand wraps around my girth and she guides my head inside.
She hisses at my size and I force myself to be still. I rip my mouth from hers and find the sexiest glow of gold in her eyes. Emily urges me further, pushing her hips up. I oblige and sink into her slowly inch by inch. She’s so fucking tight. I know she’s not a virgin, but she feels just as untouched, clamping around me.
When I’m balls deep, I stop. Emily needs time to adjust and I need to calm the fuck down. She runs a hand over my cheek and smiles at me with adoration like I’ve never seen.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“No, Sugar. Thank you,” I say tenderly as I begin to rock into her.
“Oh,” she groans as her eyes roll back in her head.
I never stop looking at her face as my pace picks up and thrusts lengthen. She’s magnificent. Her sandy hair falling around her in soft waves, cheeks pink and rosy. When her eyes come back to me, they’re sex-ha
zed and passion-filled.
I kiss her chastely before driving into her forcefully. Her legs fly around my hips as I reach down to hold her soft ass. I’m grinding against her clit with every move. Emily digs her nails into my back, scoring me as her orgasm rips through her body.
Ecstasy looks better on her face than anything I’ve ever witnessed before. Her panting my name has me capturing her mouth one last time before I empty nine years of waiting into her. I didn’t know I was waiting for her, but in this moment, I’m certain. I was only meant to be with Emily Garner.
And I’ve just marked her as mine.
My hips slow, sliding in and out, relishing my come drenching her. I don’t care that I didn’t use a condom. I don’t give a shit. Being inside her with nothing between us is the only way I want her.
A soft sob has me releasing her lips in order to look into her face. Tears are streaming from her eyes.
“Sugar,” I soothe. “Did I hurt you?”
I start to pull out to check what kind of damage I’ve inflicted when she tightens her legs around my hips and crushes me with her arms.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. I’ve never felt this before. No man has ever given me what you just gave me. I’m happy, Garrett. Happy tears,” she beams.
I smile broadly at her and start to kiss her tears away.
Emily’s phone ringing in her jeans on the floor breaks our moment. I know it’s Jordan. This should be interesting.
I keep my dick inside her and lean down to tag her phone.
“Hey, Jordan,” she says sweetly, running her fingers through my hair as I nuzzle her neck.
“He didn’t fuck me in the living room. We’re in bed,” she says plainly.
I chuckle into her skin as I hear Jordan getting excited. I don’t know if it’s a good excited, but it’s loud. I also think it’s hilarious to hear her say fuck.
My dick’s getting hard again as I kiss and lick her skin. I spy her nipples getting stiff and decide to give them some attention.
“Oh God,” she groans. “Jordan, if you don’t wanna experience somethin’ very personal you should hang up. We’ll be there in a little while. You won’t starve.”
I hear the phone drop on the floor as Emily starts to rock against my now completely hard cock. I take her slow this time. I kiss every inch of skin I can get my mouth on. And I swallow all four of the orgasms I give her before filling her to the brim again.
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