I shake my head in disbelief. “How in the fuck has Olivia not killed you yet?”
His grin is oddly proud as he runs his palm over his torso. “She tries on a weekly basis.”
I roll my eyes as I turn toward the cars. Olivia’s beat-up old Corolla sits on the end, unused in months. I’ve seen her out here petting it, like she can’t bear to part ways with it. “Which car are we taking?”
“Any one you want.” Carter taps on the hood of his BMW. “You could take the Beemer.” He scoops up a set of keys and swings them around his pointer finger. “Or you could have the Benz.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. I’m too tired for games, my heavy emotions are creeping back up, and there’s a sexy hockey player at home who’s eager to put his face between my thighs. “What are you talking about?”
He pets the hood of his graphite Mercedes Benz. “I think you want this pretty lady.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “Carter.”
“We don’t need all these cars, Jennie.”
“Then why did you buy them?”
“Because I’m ostentatious,” he murmurs, leading me to the driver’s seat.
“Carter! This is ridiculous!” I grip the door frame when he tries to shove me inside. “You can’t give me a car! You already gave me an apartment!”
“You don’t have your own car.”
“I’m gonna get one!” In the summer maybe, when I hopefully have a job.
“C’mon, Jennie. For the winter, at least.”
“I don’t like driving in the winter! The roads are slick and-and-and accidents happen!” My chest hurts, and I don’t even know why.
Carter’s eyes soften. “It has four-wheel drive and snow tires. Let me make life a little easier for you. You’re a safe driver.”
“Oh great. Now you’ve jinxed me.”
Carter wraps an arm around my waist, lifts me off my feet, and stuffs me into the seat. He clicks the seat belt in place and drops the keys in my hand, folding my fingers around it. “Just give it a week, okay? If you hate driving that much, I’ll take it back.”
My hands reluctantly glide over the leather steering wheel. This car is pretty, no doubt about it. “I’d look pretty dope rolling up to the grocery store in this, eh?”
“So dope.”
I sigh. “Okay. I’ll try it.”
Carter shows me all the features, and he doesn’t open the garage until I promise to text him to let him know I made it home safely.
“Oh wait.” I roll down the window. “I forgot to mention this a couple weeks ago, but your wife wants you to fuck her like you mean it.”
Carter stares. “What?”
“You cannot poke your baby in the eye, Carter.”
He glances at his crotch. “Are you sure? I’m pretty well-endow—”
“Stop.” I hold up a hand. “Please stop. My God, what is this life I’m leading?” I sigh. “Okay. Thanks for the car. I’ll take care of her, hopefully. You take care of your wife. Bye. I’m going now. Good-bye.”
Okay, this car is pretty cool. It has a banging stereo system, and I can text using my voice, and somehow the car sends it. That’s how I wind up yelling at Garrett over “Dear John.”
“Can you meet me in the parking garage? It’s important!”
“Bear said, ‘Did you slash my tires? I get to spank you if you did.’ Do you want to reply?”
“Yes,” I tell Veronica, which is the name I’ve given my new car. “Note to self: find something to slash tires with.”
That’s basically how Garrett finds me sprawled across the hood of Veronica when the elevator doors open, revealing him in all his messy hair, sweatpants, and dry-fit T-shirt glory.
“What the fuck is this?” he asks with a chuckle. His eyes coast over me, then the parking garage, before he slips his hand beneath my coat and wraps his palm around the curve of my waist. “Hi.” His soft lips sweep across mine. “Your brother did not willingly allow you to take his Benz.”
I pull my dimples all the way in. “He did.”
“Damn, he loves you way more than I thought. This wasn’t a good idea. We need to break up. No more special friends.”
“Please. You couldn’t kick me out of your bed if you tried.” I pop off the hood with a wink and reach for the waistband of his sweats. “I suck your cock too damn good.”
His bright eyes sparkle as he pins me to the car with his body. The only thing gentle about it is the way his lips ghost over the edge of my jaw until they find my ear. “Keep talking, sunshine. I’ll shove you in this backseat and make you suck me dry.”
“Perfect.” I slip my hand down his pants, palming his thick length. “I’ll be done in two minutes.”
Thirty seconds later, we’re pinballing around the elevator, hands and mouths everywhere.
“Ow.” Garrett pins my wrists on either side of my head. “You ripped out my hair.”
“You bit me.”
“You like it,” he growls, mouth opening on my neck.
My fingers sink into his hair. “So do you.”
“This is so incredibly entertaining,” a voice murmurs, and my blood freezes. “You’re so wrapped up in each other you haven’t even realized the elevator is stopped and I’m standing right here.”
CHAPTER 16
LADIES & GENTLEMEN, THIS IS ORGASM #5
JENNIE
Wide and full of fear, Garrett’s eyes stare into mine. I fist his shirt, too terrified to move. Maybe if we stand still, we’ll blend into the walls.
Finally, I peek over his shoulder.
Emily stands in the doorway of the elevator, arms crossed, looking mighty pleased with herself.
“Fuck,” I gasp, the word garbled. I swat Emily’s arm. “You scared the shit out of us!”
“You’re really playing with fire, aren’t you?” She trails the tip of one nail across her lower lip, arches a brow, and shrugs. “I don’t know much about your brother, Jennie, but he seems like the kinda guy who wouldn’t be overly thrilled with his friend’s dick saying hi to his little sister’s belly button while riding the elevator.” She gestures at Garrett, and I slap a hand over my eyes, groaning when I see what she sees.
Garrett grins sheepishly, cute cheeks like lava. He claps his hands over his super-erect monster cock. “Sue me for being a little excited.”
“Oh, buddy.” Emily laughs. “There’s nothing little about how excited you are right now.”
I may or may not snort a laugh—to be determined.
“Oh, don’t let me stop you.” She steps aside, gesturing for us to move by her. “Get in there and get your fuck on. Don’t forget to wrap it before you tap it.”
“God, I think I might like her. How the hell did that happen?” I fiddle with my keys, swatting at Garrett’s face, which he’s buried in my neck while I’m trying to unlock my door. “Garrett.”
“Hurry up.”
“I’m trying, but there’s something hard poking me in the ass.”
“Just letting you know how much we missed you. We’ve forgotten what you look, feel, and taste like, so we need to spend the next several hours getting reacquainted.”
We go tumbling inside my apartment when I finally get the door opened, and I snicker as Garrett starts stripping, hopping on one foot as he peels his pants off. He falls forward, sandwiching me between him and the wall, keeping me there while he discards the rest of his clothes. Then he hoists me off my feet, tosses me over his shoulder, and carts me down the hall.
“How was your day?” Garrett drops me to the bed and yanks my leggings down. “How was school?”
“Good,” I say on autoreply, then shake my head. I reach toward the ceiling as he works my shirt off. “It was okay.”
His movements slow as he peers at me. “Doesn’t sound like it.”
I shrug, then swallow when he pulls his boxers off. Are dicks meant to be attractive? Because, God, Garrett’s got the Chris Evans/Captain America of dicks, in that he might be the absolute perfect specimen who vibrates at peak efficiency.
Garrett pushes me to the pillows and drags my panties down. “Wanna talk about it?”
“Uh, right now?”
“Sure.”
My ears grow hot. “It’s not a big deal.”