“I knew it would work,” he said breathlessly as I pulled myself up to straddle his lap, pressing against his rigid erection.
“Every single time,” I agreed, kissing him and letting out a moan as Garrett, after covering himself with a condom, lifted me up and settled me back down on his cock. Taking me deep.
As we moved together I felt nothing but grateful that he had taken another chance on me. To think there was a time I had looked down my nose at him. Thought him beneath me. I had regretted our first night together as the worst mistake I could have made.
What a stupid, stupid fool I had been.
Because if he was my biggest regret then it was the most perfect regret of my life.
“You have your plane ticket?” Garrett asked and I could hear his anxiety over the phone. I grinned and rolled my eyes, even though I knew he couldn’t see me.
“Yes, Mr. I have to worry about everything. I will be on the six o’clock flight to St. Louis. Gracie will be here to drive me to the airport in an hour.” I dropped my voice down into a sultry whisper. “Which means you’ll have me naked and ready in just over four and a half hours. So instead of freaking out about whether I will get on my plane, you need to be thinking of the million and one ways you’re going to make me scream once you have me alone.”
Christ, I was getting myself all hot and bothered. Not a good thing when I would have to spend over an hour in the car with Gracie and then another two hours on the plane.
Garrett’s answering chuckle made me glad I had gone all phone sex operator. He spent entirely too much time waiting for the other shoe to drop. I hated that the way we began still defined so much of who we were now. I knew I had a lot of making up to do for the way I had treated him before. My callous disregard and outright disrespect for him in the early days of knowing each other had unfortunately made Garrett more than a little anxious where I was concerned.
But I was determined to make it up to him. In every way that I could.
“Well shit, baby. I’ve got a radio interview in forty-five minutes. I’m not sure if that’s enough time to take care of this problem that’s just popped up.”
I laughed too. “Well let’s see what we can do about that,” I purred and then made sure to explain exactly what I would do when we were together again.
I wheeled my suitcase into the living room and looked around, making sure I had turned off lights and emptied the trash. It was spring break and instead of heading off to a beach somewhere, I was jumping on a plane to St. Louis to see my suddenly very popular boyfriend and his band while they were on tour.
After that night Garrett and I had made love in his family’s cabin by the river, we had thrown ourselves into building a relationship that mattered. And as we fell more and more into the world we were creating together I knew without a doubt that this was the life with meaning that my dad had wanted me to have.
It wasn’t just about doing well in school and having the right career. It was about having all that and sharing it with someone who was willing to have all of that with you. And I had found that with Garrett. Because my goals, my dreams, they only made sense if he was there, living his own dream too.
And that’s what he was doing.
He came with me to Maryland over Christmas, helping me to make new traditions with my mother, brother and sister after my dad’s death. And I knew it meant a lot to him to be included in a family again. My mother welcomed him into the fold as though he had always been there.
She made sure to tell me before I left to return to school that my father would definitely have approved of Garrett. And with the release of tension I hadn’t known I was carrying, I realized that my Dad’s approval would always matter, whether he was here to give it to me or not.