“My balls tighten up like a fist, and my cock gets even harder. It makes me think about nothing but what it’s going to feel like to be inside you, fucking you with long, slow strokes.”
Even with the water beating down on them, he heard the short, panting breaths she gave him in response. “Yes. I want that. I thought about you all day, Garrett. I missed your body against mine.”
He raised her arms above her head and slid inside her *. She moaned against his lips and wrapped one leg around his hip, drawing him deeper.
Damn, it was good to be this close to her, to feel her nipples rub against his chest as he pumped inside her. He twined his fingers with hers and wrapped his tongue around hers, grinding against her until she tightened around his cock, squeezing him.
He tilted his head back, watching the way her eyes widened whenever he pushed deep. He reached between them and found her clit, wanting her to go off and take them both into orgasm.
“Yes, touch me there,” she said, twining her hand around the nape of his neck to bring his mouth back to hers. “Make me come again.”
He kissed her deeply as she tightened around him, her whimper of satisfaction spurring him to thrust deep and join her in her orgasm. He swept his arm around her waist and held her while he shuddered and spent himself inside her.
He caught his breath, still feeling her * grip him with pulses from her climax.
“You kill me,” he said, resting his forehead against hers.
“I’m hardly a bundle of energy here.”
He laughed. They washed, got out of the shower and dried off. When Alicia started to head out of the room, he grasped her hand and tugged her into his bed.
“Do you have some problem sleeping with me?” he asked. “Do I need to tie you to my bedpost?”
She arched a brow but settled in next to him. “Intriguing idea. I didn’t know you had that kind of kink in your repertoire.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Miss Riley.”
She swept her hand over his arm as he cuddled in close to her. “Is that right? Do tell.”
“Stay in my bed and you might find out.”
She didn’t move. Instead, she wriggled her butt against him and made a contented hum.
He’d call that a win. For tonight, it was good enough.
NINETEEN
AFTER THE PREVIOUS NIGHT’S STORM, THE DAY dawned sunny and dry, with just a hint of a cool breeze.
Alicia figured today was a great day to play golf since she’d challenged Garrett earlier and told him she was a better-than-average golfer. Plus, it added variety to his therapy and would be a good way to work his shoulder.
Waking up in his bed this morning had been strange. And exciting, especially the way he roused her before dawn with his hand caressing her breast and his hard cock nestled between her legs. They’d made love slow and easy, until it had become more heated, and Garrett had pulled her on top of him to finish them both off. Then they’d showered together, laughing as they washed each other, then dodged flying suds during a soap battle.
All in all, not a bad way to start the day.
Now, on the eighteenth hole of the golf course, she was in therapist mode, watching Garrett’s every move. His swing was easy and he hadn’t once seemed to tighten up or wince. A very good sign.
“How are you feeling over there, champ?” she asked as he teed up.
He shifted his gaze from the ball to her. “You trying to throw off my concentration?”
She leaned against the shaft of her club. “You’re ten strokes ahead of me, asshole. I don’t have a chance in hell of beating you, so I don’t think distracting you is a viable strategy for me.”
He gave her a sexy grin, then turned and took his shot, a nice, straight arc that landed in the middle of the fairway.
Prick.
She took her tee shot, a decent one, but it had nowhere near the distance his had. They grabbed their clubs and went to find their balls.
By the time they arrived at the putting green, she had a good opportunity to make par. Garrett was about six feet from the hole with a fair chance of hitting a birdie shot.
Which he missed by barely an inch.
“Fuck,” he said, then tapped his ball in for par.
She missed hers and bogeyed the hole. “Ditto,” she said.
They ordered lunch in the clubhouse.
“You were right,” he said after taking a long swallow of iced tea. “You’re good.”
“It wasn’t even close to being my best game,” she said, taking a sip of soup, “but I haven’t played in a while. You’re good, too. How does your shoulder feel?”
He rolled his shoulders. “Surprisingly good, considering I haven’t played golf in a couple of years.”
“That’s a great sign. Golf is good therapy for you, now that you’re healing so well. You should play more.”
He speared his salad and took a bite. “You should play with me.”
“You’re not good for my ego. I need to play with someone I can beat.”
“Wuss. Suck it up.”
She laughed. “Next we have to do your therapy. Then we’ll see who the real wuss is.”
“You’d persecute me like that after I just put my shoulder through eighteen holes of golf?”