“No thanks, I’m looking forward to a shower and hitting the sack early.” With Jessa.
“Too late. I already told Jim and Miles to meet us in your room.” Tyler gave him a knowing smile. “Hope you didn’t have plans.”
Bastard. Garrett ground his teeth, reminding himself that kicking Tyler’s ass wouldn’t be the best idea. At least not in front of all these people. “Then un-tell them. I’m tired. I’m surprised you don’t have plans. You run out of ladies to torment already?”
Tyler snorted. “This city is swarming with women.”
“So, why are you bothering me?” He waved his hands. “Go, get laid. Leave me alone.”
Tyler stopped, one hand clutching the beer while he shoved the other in the front pocket of his jeans. “I’m only looking out for you.”
Garrett sighed. “Yeah, Ty, I know. And I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but you’ve got to back off me a bit. I’m not a kid and you’re not responsible for me.”
Tyler’s lips thinned. He stared hard at him for a minute before nodding his head. “Don’t fuck up. That’s the last I’ll say on the situation.”
“Right. I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“We good?” Tyler’s voice was weary, as if he knew this wasn’t the end of it, but was willing to let it go.
Garrett smiled and extended his hand. “Stay away from my room and we’re golden.”
Tyler grasped his hand, pulling him forward until they bumped shoulders. “You got it. Watch yourself.”
“Tyler.”
“Okay, okay. I’m out. Later, brother.”
Garrett entered his room and stopped short, his heart skipping a beat as he saw Jessa sitting on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her laptop was open on the table and he could hear sound coming from the TV.
He was pleased she’d used the key he’d given her earlier to let herself in. Even more so that she seemed to have made herself comfortable.
“Garrett, come here, come here.” She waved him over, her eyes glued to the screen.
“What are you watching?”
“You. Check it out.” She sat forward, her backside resting on the edge of the couch, her fingers flying over the keys of her computer as she looked from TV to laptop and back again.
He groaned and collapsed onto the couch next to her. He took the bottle of water she handed him and drank it down. “Thanks. Why are you watching this?” Garrett cringed at his face plastered on the sportscast.
She pointed at the screen. “Look how gorgeous you are. How could I not watch?” She tilted her head to the side, playfully offering him her mouth.
Well, wasn’t this was a welcome change in behavior? Far be it for him to turn down an opportunity like that. He bent, tugging her pouty bottom lip into his mouth, caressing his tongue over the silky skin and swallowing her moan.
Her tongue darted across his lips before she pulled away, eyes narrowed. “You didn’t shower at the park?”
He rolled, grabbing her waist, tickling her as he pulled her under him.
“Garrett!” Jessa kicked her legs with a fit of laughter. “Stop!”
“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t like sweaty men?”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close. “Oh, I love sweaty men. The more the merrier I always say.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement.
“Is that right?” He tickled her again, ignoring the stab of resentment that popped up at the thought of another man touching her.
She squirmed under him, the rich sound of her amusement music in his ears.
“Okay, okay! Uncle! You’re the only sweaty man I love. I swear, I swear!”
Garrett froze, watching as a flush crept up her neck.