I chuckle, grabbing her by the waist and tossing her onto the pillows. “You wanna know how that was?” My knees hit the bed, and I crawl toward her. “How ’bout I show you how that was?”
My mouth takes hers, stealing her response. There’s something about the taste of me on her lips that makes me a little wild, and when Jennie arches off the bed, rubbing her soaked pussy on my cock, I’m worried I’m gonna try to convince her to let me take something that doesn’t belong to me.
“Jennie,” I warn on a snarl.
“Please.” Her nails bite into my shoulders as she slides herself against my length, up and down, coating me in her. Her smell, her wetness, her heat. “It feels so good.”
And fuck, I can’t say no to her.
My fingers sink into her plush ass as I squeeze her to me with one hand, the other running along the edge of her jaw, angling her hungry mouth to mine. It’s every bit swallowed moan, sweeping tongues, nipping teeth as Jennie’s hips lift and I slide through her folds over and over.
Her nails rake down my biceps as she tears her mouth from mine, gasping for air, and I pull one pink nipple into my mouth. My tongue rolls over the taut peak before I tug it between my teeth, and a shiver of pleasure rockets up my spine when Jennie’s nails score down my back, my name leaving her lips on a moan. I’m going to come, and Jennie’s going to spiral with me.
“You gonna come, sunshine?”
Jennie’s eyes roll down from heaven, and she smirks that Beckett smirk. “You gonna make me, Gare-Bear?”
I steal her grin with my own, and heat spreads like wildfire throughout my body. On the next rock of my hips, I reach down and spear her with two fingers, replacing my cock with my thumb as I rub her clit without mercy. Jennie explodes around me, mouth opening on a cry, cheeks and tits flushed and rosy, and when I catch sight of that swollen, glistening pussy, my cock pulses.
“Jesus fuck.” I roll off the bed as my cock empties all over my hand, seeping through my fingers and to the floor, which is definitely not what I planned and what a fucking mess. “I’ve never done that before.”
Breathless, Jennie sprawls over the mattress, swiping her chestnut hair from her damp forehead. “Came in your hand? Or dry-humped?”
“There was nothing dry about that. Fuckin’ Niagara Falls down there.”
Standing before me, she trails a fingertip along her collarbone, peeking up at me from beneath dark lashes. “I was thinking about Chris Hemsworth.”
“The fuck you were.” I clap a hand to her ass. “Bathroom. Shower. Now.”
“You know, you’re turning out to be a little bit bossy.”
“And you’re a fuckload bossy.” Gripping her nape, I steer her into the bathroom and crank the shower. “Now get in there so I can make sure you’re thoroughly cleaned.”
She does, and I do. Several times over, ’cause being thorough is super important, and I’m nothing if not detail oriented.
It’s nearly four in the morning when we ride the elevator down to Jennie’s floor, hair damp and both of us squeaky clean.
Jennie turns to me with this coy little half smile as she unlocks her door and starts backing in. “Thanks for the ride, Andersen. A solid six outta ten.”
“Six outta ten, my ass. I rocked your world, sunshine.”
She fingers a wet lock of hair that hangs down my forehead. “I’ll only have to use Indiana Bones once tonight.”
My chest rumbles as she grins, and she grips a fistful of my shirt, hauling me into her. Her tongue slides into my mouth as my hands crawl up her top, circling her warm waist.
I start walking her backward, ’cause now I’m thinking round four sounds real nice, but Jennie disengages, slapping my hands away.
“G’night, Gare-Bear,” she sings, then promptly slams the door in my face.
Hands on my hips, I look down at Lieutenant Johnson, snug and content in my track pants. “We did it, big buddy. We did it.”
CHAPTER 13
NAILING IT
JENNIE
In one ear, out the other. That’s what’s happening right now. To be fair, Mom’s been on about Olivia’s baby shower plans for forty minutes now. She’s surpassed overthinking territory, so I’ve resorted to staring out the coffee shop window.
Fat snowflakes fall slowly, turning downtown Vancouver into a winter wonderland. It’s pretty to watch, mesmerizing, even if I’m counting down the days to spring. Sleet and snow bring dangerous driving conditions, along with a lot of unnecessary anxiety, and the fleeting daylight hours are depressing.
“Jennie? Are you listening? I don’t want to disappoint Olivia.”
I leave the bleak, gray day on the other side of the window and look at my mom. Her wide-eyed expression is half-annoyed, half-worried.
“Please, Mom. Olivia’s already reached maximum disappointment levels; she married your son.”
“Jennifer. I swear, the teasing between you and your brother is ridiculous.”
Beside me, Hank sips his coffee. “Teasing is the love language of siblings, Holly.”
Truth, but Carter’s love can, on occasion, be a touch suffocating. Like right now as I check my phone.
World’s Best Bro: dance practice done @ 5? i’ll pick u up.
World’s Best Bro: u can have dinner with me n ollie
One guess at who named his phone contact.
Me: Taking the bus home.
World’s Best Bro: don’t think so. it’ll be starting to get dark.
World’s Best Bro: or u could take one of my cars. have 5.
Me: Thanks, but no.
World’s Best Bro: thx, but ya. pizza? or indian?
With a sigh, I flip my phone upside down and give my mom a look. “Your son doesn’t take no for an answer.”
“He didn’t get that from me.”
My phone dings again, and I’m ready to tell my brother where he can shove all five of his cars. Instead, my cheeks heat at the bear emoji lighting my phone.
Bear: Play tonight? We fly out in the morning for a few days.
Telling him I can’t makes me sadder than seems reasonable. For years I’ve been happy with my personal satisfaction and growing toy collection. In a few measly days, Garrett’s managed to throw that all out the window.
I tack on something about Carter being a demanding shit with his insistence to kidnap me for dinner. Otherwise, the answer would be a resounding yes, and one of us would be on our knees within thirty seconds of being behind closed doors.
Bear: I’ll pick u up. Tell him u got a ride with a friend.
Garrett must sense the incoming argument when he sees those three dots jumping around—mostly because Carter knows my only friends are his friends and Simon, and he’d have a shitfit and burst a carotid if Simon were driving me home—because another text comes in before I can finish mine.
Bear: Give me attitude and I’ll give it right back, ur choice.
Me: Don’t threaten me with a good time.
Bear: I’ll be out front at 5, sunshine.
I don’t know much about Garrett, but I do know a switch has been flipped, one I don’t want him to turn off.
“Gosh, you know, I really hope this baby doesn’t take after Carter in the size department,” Mom’s busy saying, jotting down notes in her planning journal as I sip my drink and rejoin the conversation. “Poor Ollie will be split right in half.”
My cappuccino slides down the wrong tube, scorching my windpipe. I slap a hand over my mouth to catch the sputtering liquid.
“I think that’s exactly what Carter’s hoping will happen,” Hank supplies. “Nothing would make him prouder than making a monster-sized baby to match his monster-sized—” Hank cuts himself off, skin around his eyes wrinkling as he tries not to laugh. “Sorry, sorry. That boy’s really rubbed off on me after all these years. My Ireland would be washin’ my mouth out with soap for that kind of language.”
I snicker, breaking off a piece of my apple pie muffin.