Jaxon must sense my defeat, because he interjects. “Well, you said you haven’t had a real date yet. See how that goes first. You know, make sure you’re on the same page and everything. When you know it’s going somewhere, then you can talk to Carter. Is he really going to hold it against you if you make his sister happy?”
I can’t say I ever saw myself getting advice from Jaxon, or better yet, liking it, but it does make sense. I don’t feel like I need to wait and see if things between us will work, but I do need to make sure it’s a step she’s ready for. Plus, it gives me a little more time, rather than trying to get Carter’s permission to date his sister in the next week.
After all, I’d like to see Jennie’s recital, not livestream it from a hospital bed.
The door’s not even closed behind me and Jennie’s already dancing down the hallway, bounding into my arms.
“You clearly missed me way more than I missed you,” I mumble into her hair. She’s soft and warm as she clings to me, smelling like cinnamon and coffee, and a little like my laundry. She’s all my favorite things rolled into one.
“Pfft. That’s not even possible. You’re obsessed with me.” She slides down my body and spins, popping a hip. “Besides, I’m too grool to miss you that much.”
“Not gonna let that go, huh,” I murmur, watching as she sashays into my kitchen. “What are you wearing?”
She glances over her shoulder. “Are you having trouble with your vision?”
“I’m having trouble wrapping my head around the idea of you lounging around my apartment in just your panties and my T-shirt while I’m not here to enjoy it.” She presents a pizza box. “And you ordered dinner?”
“You’re always hungry when you get home. It got here ten minutes ago, so it’s still hot, and—” her lids flutter closed as she inhales, “—it smells so good.”
I am hungry. But not for the pizza.
I amble toward Jennie as she drops a bite into her mouth, humming happily. She swallows, smiles, and I grip her hips.
“Hi,” I whisper, touching a kiss to her lips. “I missed you. Way more than you missed me.”
She sets the slice down, draping her arms over my shoulders as I start walking us down the hall. Her smile is so happy tonight, eyes so light, tiny flecks of gold swimming in a pool of blue.
“I did miss you. The back tickler you got me for Christmas is great, but nothing beats your fingers.”
“Mmm. You do like my fingers.”
I pull her shirt—my shirt—off, ditching it on my bedroom floor. She’s not wearing a bra, and her nipples pebble under the heat of my gaze.
Her fingertips dance up my tie, finding the knot at my neck, playing with it as she peers at me from beneath dark, sinful lashes. “This thing is never straight, Garrett,” she murmurs, slowly pulling the red silk free. She winds both ends around her fists and guides my face down to hers. “Kiss me.”
Caging her in against the wall, I bracket her chin with my fingers, tipping her face to mine. Her cheeks are alive with color, warm brown waves framing her face.
Pretty bowed lips part, breathless. “What are you waiting for?”
I drag my thumb across her lower lip. “Just looking at you. Sometimes I can’t believe you exist.”
Right before our lips can meet, I spot something blue on my bed.
“What the fuck is that?” I turn her head toward the sleek dildo, the piece that juts out near the base that does to her clit what my mouth likes to do. “Where you masturbating in my bed?”
Her lashes flutter, dimples pulling in a cheeky grin as she tugs on the tie wrapped around her fists. “What are you gonna do about it, big guy?”
I answer her with that kiss she was begging for a moment ago, then gently pry her fingers from the tie, letting the silk slip through her hand as I pull it away.
Taking her hands in one of mine, I wind the silk around her wrists. “Do you trust me, Jennie?”
“Yes,” she answers without hesitation.
“Good.” I yank on the ends of the tie, instantly tightening it around her wrists, bringing them together between us. She gasps.
“What are you doing?” The words are thick with wonder, desire. She wants this—her, helpless; me, in control—as much as I do.
“At the moment? Nothing.” I force her to the bed and spread her legs wide. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth as I loop the silk through the headboard, securing her hands above her head. “In a minute? Fucking your pussy however I please, until you scream my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”
Her skin dots with goose bumps as she quivers, my name barely a breath when it leaves her mouth.
“Mmm, something like that.” I drag the pad of my thumb up the seam of her legs, where a dark, wet spot decorates the pale pink cotton. Heat pours out, and she lifts her hips off the bed, desperate for more. “But a whole fuckload louder.”
A gasp pierces the air when I dip my hand inside, swiping my fingers through her slit. Jennie jerks forward, struggling against the tie.
“Does it hurt?” I ask. She shakes her head, panting as I drag her panties down her legs. I bend her knee, trailing kisses up the inside of her thigh. “Are you okay? With this? Or would you feel more comfortable if I stopped?”
“Oh,” she cries, back arching when I nip at the junction of her thigh. “More, please.”
I flick the tip of my tongue over her swollen clit and tug it gently between my teeth. “Answer the question, Jennie.”
“God, please don’t stop, Garrett,” she begs when I pull away. “Please.”
Slowly, I push two fingers inside her, reveling in the way she squeezes around me. I suck my fingers into my mouth, and Jennie’s eyes hood as she squirms, searching for my touch, begging for it without words.
“Fuckin’ delicious, sunshine.”
I reach across the rumpled sheets, wrapping my fingers around my replacement. The little wand whirs to life when I hit the power button. Jennie once told me this was one of her favorites, right up there with Indiana Bones. Dual stimulation, she said; you can’t beat it.
“How many times did you use this?” I ask, dragging the head of the toy up her slit, swirling it around her clit, watching her shake.
“Once.”
I pull it away.
“Three times,” she cries desperately, and when I push it slowly inside her, she moans, tossing her head back in the pillows. “It wasn’t enough. Nothing’s ever enough when it’s not you.”
I like those words more than I care to admit, and when I push the toy a little farther, when that curved head hits that spot she likes, she gasps, yanking at the tie. My thumb covers the small addition to the toy, feeling the power of the suction. When I fix it over her clit, Jennie’s eyes roll, words lost in a garbled cry.
She writhes and moans, rocking with the toy, pushing herself into me as I pull one rosy nipple into my mouth.
“What were you thinking about? While you were fucking yourself?”
“You,” she sobs, hips bucking, back arching. She pulls on the headboard, trying to free herself. “Oh God, Garrett.”
“What about me?”
Her head falls backward, eyes closing as a sound rips up her throat when I slowly remove the toy, then plunge it back inside. “I was thinking about…you fucking me.”
“With my tongue? Or my fingers?”
Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip as she rocks herself into the toy.
“Be specific, Jennie.”
“With your cock,” she yelps. “I wished it was you inside me.”
Angling my body over hers, I wrap my fingers around her throat, watching her face as she climbs toward that peak. It’s getting harder to be gentle with her. Lately, all I want to do is bend her over, fuck her so hard she forgets her own name. Rip her to pieces then put her back together. I want her to scream that she’s mine, and I want her to mean it.
But I want to be hers too.