“Sounds like it is, so we’re gonna talk about it.”
His broad body settles between my thighs, corded muscles in his back rolling like waves as he moves lithely. I reach for him, raking my finger through his hair, wanting one more taste. His smile is that perfect amount of lopsided, a gorgeous mix of sweet and arrogant, the kind that has the power to make even the smartest of girls reckless.
He lifts me to him, cupping my cheek and tilting my chin.
“Hi,” he whispers, then covers my mouth with his, sweet tongue slipping inside. “I’m sorry you didn’t have a good day, but mine got a hundred times better when I saw you sprawled out on the hood of that car. So tell me all about your day and why it sucked. But first…” Soft, plush lips coast over my breasts, down my torso, one hand gliding up my leg, thumb skimming my inner thigh, making me quiver. “Spread your legs. By the time we’re both done, you won’t remember why it was so bad.”
“Garrett,” I whimper, and he grins.
“Yeah. If I do my job right, that’s the only word you’ll be saying by the end of it.”
“I—oooh.” My head lands in the pillows as he licks one languid stroke up the center of my heat.
“Your day, sunshine. Tell me about your day.”
“I-I—” My fingers plunge into his silky hair, tugging. “Fuck. It was…Mik…my coach…he wants…oh, Garrett.”
Eyes locked on mine, he inserts a single finger painstakingly slowly. “Focus, Jennie.”
“He wants us to pretend to date,” I finally—barely—manage.
Garrett’s brows tug down. “You and Steve?”
“Simon.” I gasp as he pumps faster.
“Mmm, nope.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, rolling the swollen nub gently between his teeth. “Don’t like that. I licked it. It’s mine.”
A giggle bubbles in my chest. “It’s just for show.”
“Don’t care. Not interested in sharing, even for show.” He rolls off me, and a mortified gasp leaves my lips as he stands. He smiles down at me. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you…” My words die as he slowly tugs the bedside drawer open, gaze holding mine, and my heart thumps as he dips a hand inside.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
Am I? I’ve been destined to live a life in the limelight because of my brother. You can find out everything about me with a simple Google search, except for a few rare things Carter’s PR team works hard to keep off the internet. This part of me right here, how I take my sexual experience and needs into my own hands because I haven’t been able to trust someone else with them for so long, it’s the most intimate part of me. It was fun and exciting to tease him when he was hundreds of miles away, but now he’s here. I’m anxious, yes, but does sharing this with Garrett make me uncomfortable?
I bring my knees to my chest. “I’ve never shared this with anyone else. It’s always been just me.”
“I’d be honored if you shared it with me, but I understand if you don’t want to.” Garrett takes my hand in his, tracing each finger. “I won’t ever push you to do something you’re not comfortable with. I promise, Jennie.”
I think I’ve known that since this whole thing started, but it’s nice to hear anyway. Maybe that’s why I nod. “Okay.”
Garrett smiles, and I’m super confused when he shuts the drawer and proceeds to crawl onto the bed with empty hands.
“What are you doing, Andersen?”
He wraps his arms around me, nuzzling into my neck, trailing kisses along my shoulder. “Cuddlin’. I can still rock your world later, though, if you’re up for it.”
“That’s great. Kinda thought you were gonna rock it now, and, you know…with something made of rubber.”
“What?”
“I said okay.”
He sits up abruptly, nearly punching me in the face as he scrambles. “But I thought you meant…I thought you were just, like…acknowledging my promise.” He balks at my expression, then gets low on the mattress, like an animal about to pounce. “You really want me to?”
“I really want you to.”
He makes a sound in his throat. It starts high-pitched and enthusiastic but finishes a deep, vibrating growl—still equally as enthusiastic—as he grips my wrists, straddles my hips, and hovers above me. “Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Lifting my hips, I grind against him, watching with pleasure as his face contorts, forced to resist the urge to plow inside me. Am I pushing my luck? Absolutely. Is it fun? Phenomenally.
“With a fake cock.”
“I don’t give a fuck, Jennie. Just fuckin’ say it.”
Winding my legs around him, I pull his body tight to mine. I’ve never felt as warm as I do when I’m with Garrett. I know this relationship is physical, but the way he treats me tells me I’m his friend first, and he’d take that over the rest if he had to. He knows when to be rough, commanding, possessive, while also knowing when to give me his patient, gentle, and goofy side. But above all, he’s always genuine with me, and it’s refreshing to no longer have to guess what’s going through his mind when he looks at me.
With my wrists still in his grasp, I lift my chin. Garrett drops his mouth to mine, and I turn at the last moment, lips grazing his ears as I roll my hips.
“I want you to fuck me.”
A carnal sound rumbles in his chest as he crushes his mouth to mine, releasing my wrists to dig his fingers into my waist as we move together. Everything is hot and wet, and a need so deep, so feral, burns through my blood.
Garrett pushes a hand between us, forcing me backward before he rolls off the bed. His hand disappears in the drawer, but he gets distracted, suddenly changing direction. He produces a tiny, pink glass plug with a gem on the end, and his forehead creases as he studies it. His mouth pops open, the light in his eyes dancing as his gaze pinballs between me, the pink plug in his palm, and down to his XL cock.
“Don’t even fucking think about it, Andersen.” I’ll try almost anything once, but I’m not remotely close to being ready to try that.
“Yeah,” he agrees, head bobbing, as if it’d actually been up for discussion. “Yeah, too big.”
He tucks the plug away and pulls out a purple silicone wand. The slim body gains girth toward the head and curves in the most delicious way to ensure it never misses your G-spot.
Garrett places my feet flat on the mattress, spreading my legs wide as he crawls between me. “Your day,” he murmurs. “What were you saying?”
“You can’t seriously expect me to finish telling you about my day when you—oooh.” My toes curl and my head falls backward, fingers gripping the sheets as Garrett places the vibrating head against my clit, making my legs quiver and my spine shake.
“Your coach wants you and Simon Syphilis to pretend to date.”
“And you said no.” The words are a garbled cry as he teases me, slipping the toy through my slit, prodding without actually penetrating, circling my clit until I’m on the verge of tears. “Garrett.”
“It physically pains me that he gets to put his hands on you. No need to give him more than he deserves.”
My breath leaves me on a choked exhale as he pushes in just a touch, and when he pulls it out while smirking, I might combust.
“I swear to God, Garrett, if you don’t f-f-f-fuuuck. Oh my…oooh.” My back arches as the wand slides inside, stretching me just right, finding that spot that makes me shiver.
“Look at you, sunshine. Taking all of this cock like a good girl.” He presses warm, wet kisses to the inside of my thigh as he pulls the toy out and sinks it back in, slow, twisting as he goes. “What else? Tell me more.”
One broad thumb finds my clit, rubbing gently with agonizingly slow circles. All I can think about as I pant under his control is how badly I wish it were him inside me.