Spring Training

His hips jerked as she continued to milk his seed. He couldn’t see straight. His legs were shaking so badly, he was afraid he’d fall over and make a fool of himself.

Garrett wrapped his arms around Jessa and pulled her close, kissing the top of her hair as he struggled for air. Still buried inside her, he eased back into a chair. She wrapped around him like a monkey and snuggled into his chest with a sigh.



Wanting to enjoy the feel of her for a little longer, Garrett ignored his shaky limbs and held her tight. He also ignored the desire to keep her wrapped around him for more than tonight. For more than this week. This month.

They were fucking. Having a good time. That was it. At the end of the week it’d be over and his life would go back to normal.

Normal sucked.

*

Every bone in her body had liquefied.

And Garrett had the most comfortable lap she’d ever curled up in. Granted, she didn’t make a habit of curling up in men’s laps, but she was sure Garrett’s would win, hands down.

Which made it that much harder to move.

“We can’t stay like this all night.” Garrett’s voice rumbled against her cheek.

Spoil sport. “One more minute. I think all my limbs are broken.”

He chuckled. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

She pushed off him, a chill shaking her body at the loss of his heat. “You should.”

“Then I return the compliment, princess, because I don’t think my legs are gonna work either.”

She stretched her hands out. “Come on, hotshot, let’s get cleaned up and finish dinner. I’m starving.”

He groaned, but let her pull him to his feet.

She shrieked as he scooped her up, carrying her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. It wasn’t quite as large as hers, but it was still a nice sized suite with all the amenities.

He placed her on the counter, the marble cool against the bare skin of her backside. He methodically set about warming a cloth and she hissed as he pressed it between her legs.

He jerked away. “Too hot?”

“No, no. It’s okay.” Weird. She wasn’t used to being cared for like this. It was awkward, but she allowed him to press her knees farther apart. His brow creased as he wiped the warm rag over her swollen flesh.

It was touching, his gentle ministrations. A vast difference from the man who had fucked her silly a few minutes ago.

She cleared her throat. “I’m curious about something.”

“I’m an open book, darlin’. Have at it.”

Her body tightened at the image his words brought to mind. Garrett sprawled naked on the bed, his cock hard and ready for her to taste and enjoy. Jeez, she was acting like a horny teenager.

She cleared her throat, trying to sound nonchalant so he wouldn’t guess her real motive. “Why aren’t you sharing a room with Tyler? You guys are friends. Why the suite by yourself?”

He gave her a droll stare. “You mean did I pay for my own room because I was planning to hook up with someone?”

Busted.

“If you want to know something, Jessa, ask.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

She scowled at him. “Okay, fine. Did you get your own room in case you hooked up with someone?”



“No.” He turned, giving her a spectacular view of his naked ass as he walked away.

She hopped off the counter and followed him into the bedroom. “That’s all I get?”

Garrett pulled on a pair of shorts, covering up all that male hotness. Damn, but the man had an endless supply. Of shorts and hotness.

“What more do you want me to say? No, I didn’t get this suite for a hook up.” He considered her. “Although, it’s a damn good thing I did, don’t you think?”

“Very funny.”

He crossed his arms, his brow cocked arrogantly as he glanced over her naked body. “If you want to continue to talk, I’d suggest clothes. Stat. Otherwise … well … here.”

He tossed her a T-shirt and she pulled it over her head.

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