JULES
I must have cried myself to sleep. I’m fully clothed when I crack my eyes open, and it feels like there’s sand behind my eyelids. A quick check on the clock on the wall tells me it’s dawn. I slept for a straight six hours.
And just like that I’m reminded of my quarrel with Garrett last night. My mood plummets even further, and I roll off from my bed to look for my phone where I threw it into my pile of clothes.
There’s a barrage of missed calls and text messages from Garrett when I unlock it, which makes me feel a little better. I know it’s immature of me, but I can’t help the relief at knowing that Garrett still cares.
Jules? Why is your phone off?
Call me when you see this.
Seriously. CALL ME.
I sink into my bed as I scroll through the numerous messages. I don’t want a break, I realize. I just want him with me. I just want us to be together again.
My nose starts to sting.
I’ll just have to go to him. I’ll use the meagre savings in my bank account to get a plane ticket for now, and I’ll get the money for our bills some other way. I’ll beg, borrow or steal, but first I gotta save my relationship with the man I love.
Feeling solemn and if I must admit, scared, I quickly pack a light bag and some cash and my passport. I tiptoe out of my bedroom and down to the front door. Mum and Dad are still asleep, thankfully. If Dad knows I’m off to look for Garrett for breaking my heart, he’d insist on coming with me to break his jaw.
I inch the creaky front door open, slip out, and shut it silently behind me. The sky outside is still dark, and I’d have to walk down to town to get a cab.
After locking the front door, I pull my bag higher on my shoulders and turn to step off the porch.
I walk face-first into a hard chest again, except this time, I know who it belongs to. I recognize the scent of his cologne, the height of his frame, the firmness of that body that held me close so many nights ago.
Tears begin to fill my eyes.
“Heading somewhere, country girl?” Garrett tilts his head and looks down at me with a faint smile.
I try to smile back, but the movement just makes the tears in my eyes wobble dangerously. “You’re here.”
“Actually I’m astral projecting. Imagine that.”
“Jerk.” I step forward and bury my face in Garrett’s chest. He drops his gym bag to the ground and wraps his strong arms around me like bands of steel holding me tight.
“I took the first flight out,” he murmurs into my hair. “I needed to see you.”
“I wanted to see you too. I was headed for the airport.”
Garrett exhales, sounding relieved. “We’re still on the same page. Good to know.”
“Yeah.” I sniff hard, wiping my eyes on his t-shirt. “I don’t want a break. I want to work this out with you.”
“Then we will. What do you need from me? I’ll do what it takes.”
His hand rubs soothing circles on my back, and I close my eyes, relieved yet still knowing that we would be separated again soon.
“I want us to spend more time together. Not just on the phone; in real life. I’m thinking of taking on more shifts so I can see you, or maybe we could split my ticket fare.”
“Hmm. Go on.”
“And I want you to take some time out from your work to come see me too,” I say quietly. “It needs to go both ways. We’ll do it alternately, one weekend every month.”
Garrett considers my suggestion. “I’d rather not,” he says after a while.
I stare at him in shock and hurt. “It’ll take both of us to make this work! If you truly care for me you’ll do whatever it takes.”
“Who says I’m not going to?”
“You just did!”
Garrett laughs softly and pulls me back into his arms. “Honestly, it’s a good idea,” he grins against my hair, “but I’ll have to turn it down.”
“Then how are we—”
“Because I’ve got a better idea. What do you say to me moving to Castle Rock?”
I go still. “For how long?”
“For as long as we’re together. And I hope it will be a long, long time.”
Oh my god. Garrett’s talking about moving.
He’s thinking of coming here to be with me.
“But what about your job?” I still don’t dare to hope; it’s too good to be true. “And the project you’re working on?”
Garrett shrugs like it’s no matter. “All I need is my laptop and my brain. As long as I communicate with my team often, it doesn’t matter where I do it.”
“B-but you’re the CD! They’re not gonna take that well…”
“I don’t give a fuck how they take it as long as they do. It’s either that or they can kiss my ass and their project goodbye.”
I gape at him. He isn’t planning to give them a choice, is he? “Will you regret it? What if you change your mind after a while?
“The only thing I regret is not being with you right from the start. I missed the first two month of our relationship that we’re never getting back.” Garrett looks uneasy suddenly. “Am I going too fast? Are you freaking out?”
“Absolutely not,” I hastily assure him. “I just miss you so much, and now you’re here and we’re finally gonna be together. I think I’m dreaming.”
“It’s real, country girl.” Garrett flashes me a grin that makes my legs wobbly. “Start believing it.”
“It’ll take time; I’m still lightheaded. Just minutes ago we were arguing, and now we’re going to be together. Truly together.” I smile as I blink back tears of relief. “I’m definitely dreaming.”
Garrett’s expression softens, and he looks at me with such open adoration that I knew I’d made the right choice in choosing him to love.
“Come here,” he rumbles, taking my hips and pulling me against him gently but firmly.
He’s already hard.
“Mm…” I begin to close my eyes, lifting my lips to kiss him when a cold breeze suddenly blows on my upper arms, snapping me out of my reverie.
We’re still standing in the middle of my porch, with my parents asleep just upstairs.
“We can’t do it here.” I pull away and cringe apologetically at Garrett. “My parents are home.”
Garrett exhales. “Great,” he mutters. “Just when I thought I won’t have to wait another second to have you.”
“Good things are worth waiting for?” I offer cheekily.
“They sure are, but all the same, I’d rather not.” He takes my bag from me and takes my hand with his other. “Come on, Miss Lane. I’d like to make this fancier, but it looks like we’ll just have to do it in a hotel room.”
***
GARRETT
The second I shut the hotel room door behind us, Jules launches herself at me and grabs my head in her hands. We kiss hard, our lips and tongue meshing together hungrily.
“I missed you.” I kiss her jaw, her ear, her neck. “Fucking missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Jules gasps, taking my hand and guiding it between her thighs. “I dreamt of you every night, all the damn time.”
I let go of her just long enough to undo her jeans and shove it past her hips. Then I make quick work of her panties, lifting her by the waist for her to step out of them. Jules tugs her t-shirt and bra off, then attacks my clothing. We fall back into the hotel bed in a matter of seconds, naked and desperately touching each other.
Jules is already wet. The musky scent of her fills the air, making me so damn hard for her.
“Babe, I really wanna go slow, but I haven’t seen you in months and I need you.” I growl as I nip her lips. “I need to fuck you.”
“Do it.” Jules arches her back, pressing her breasts against me eagerly. “I’m aching for you too.”
Thank god. “I’ll need to grab a condom.”
“No, I want you now.” Jules takes my erection and rubs it on her slick pussy lips, spreading her juices all over the head of my cock. “Fuck me now,” she breathes. “Please.”
I clench my teeth hard and spread her thighs. I’ll need to go carefully. I haven’t had her for so long, and just a single movement from her, just a moan will be enough to set me off and make me spill my cum right inside her.
I grip hold of her thighs, and in a single thrust I seat my cock all the way inside Jules. She’s tighter than I remember, or it may be because I’m so aroused by her than I’m even bigger. We both groan in unison, the pleasure coming swift and fast. Jules is so hot and wet that my cock pulses with the need to come.
I give us both what we’re craving, thrusting in and out of Jules hard. Her hair fans out on the pillow like a golden halo, and she moans so loudly I feel it all the way down to my cock. She’s a fallen angel, loving and sexy and dirty, made just for me to worship.
Made just for me to fuck.
“Mmm, Garrett…” She tosses her head, hugging her knees and spreading her thighs wider for me. “That’s it. Oh, right there. Right there, give it to me… Yes, harder… Yes…”
My cock moves slickly, and every thrust into Jules drives me further into ecstasy. It’s a blissful torture, but I’d rather die than stop. I’m so swollen that I fill every inch of space inside her, stretching her out, but Jules loves it.
I feel her growing tighter around me, her eyes turning glazed with pleasure. She’s going to come soon. It’s too fast and we’re too desperate for each other, but fuck that, we have our whole lives ahead of us.
“I’m coming,” she moans, squeezing me hard. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop…” Her thighs grip me close, and I slam my cock into her pussy one last time, hard, giving her everything.
“YES!” Jules thrashes and arches her back, trying to get closer to me. I hold myself inside her, letting her use me all she needs. I’ve never felt so fucking good in my life.
Jules finally falls back with a gasp, but she doesn’t stop there. What she does next stuns the hell out of me.
“Cum on me.” She takes her tits in her hands and plumps them, squeezing them together. “I want you to fuck me here.”
“Jesus.” I laugh low again, unable to believe my luck. This woman, this smart and gorgeous and cute-as-fuck woman is never ever leaving my grasp again.
Jules bits her lower lip as I get on my knees and straddle her torso.
“Are you sure, love?” This is fantasy come true for me, but I don’t want it unless Jules does too.
“I’m sure,” Jules murmurs, looking both shy and seductive. “I want to feel it on me.”
Jesus. “Then you’ll have it.” I lower myself and position my cock at the base of her plump breasts, right between her cleavage. I’m slick from her juices, and my cock slides in easily.
“Holy fuck...”
My eyes go half-mast, and I’m transfixed by the sight of her pale flesh engulfing my darker cock, which is so big and engorged for her that it slides right through her breasts and bobs against her chin with every thrust. Her dusky pink areolas are on either side of my cock, and every move I make slides me against the round buds of her nipples, making her moan.
It’s is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t stop watching.
“Suck me,” I command in a rasp.
Jules forms an O with her lips, sucking the head of my cock every time it came to her mouth. The edges of my vision start creeping with red, and I know I’m gonna blow right in her face if she doesn’t stop.
“Babe, I’m gonna cum.” I swallow against my dry throat and try to slow my thrusts. “I’m gonna pull out—”
“Don’t go.” Jules squeezes her breasts tighter together, creating the perfect passage for me to fuck. “Cum on me.”
“Babe—”
“I want it.” She lowers her eyelids, gazing up at me with that fuck-me look that I can't resist. “All. Over. Me.”
“Dammit.” I sweep her hands aside and take her lush breasts in mine, molding them around my hard cock. She’s so soft and full in my hands that I almost spill right there and then.
“Play with yourself, baby. Stroke your little pussy for me.”
Jules does so, making helpless sounds as she masturbates herself. “Garrett, please…”
Shit, she’s making me so damn hot for her. “Please, what?”
“Please cum on me,” she moans. “I want you all over me…”
She takes me between her lips on my next thrust, sucking the entire head of my cock so hard that I lose control completely.
“FUCK!” I jerk hard, spurting right into her mouth. Jules moves her hands faster on her pussy, coming together with me as she swallows my load. I groan aloud, taking her head firmly and thrusting into her hot, wet mouth, giving her every drop I have.
“Mmmm…” Jules’ closes her eyes as she sucks me clean.
I pull out from her when I’m spent, stunned that Jules had just swallowed me. I fall over her in slow motion, kissing her on the lips as I lay down beside her. I feel more exhausted than I remember.
“You’re crazy.” I grin slowly, rubbing my thumb over her cheek.
“The good kind of crazy?”
“The good kind of everything.”
She giggles a low laugh, and the beautiful sound warms me up from the inside like hot coffee.
“Garrett?”
“Jules?”
“I love you.”
My chest clenches in the way it does whenever I see Jules’ smile. Now I know what it means.
“You beat me to it again.” I stroke her cheek again, unable to stop touching her even for a second. It baffles me how I managed to stay away from her for so long. “I was holding my confession in and saving it for the right moment.”
Jules kisses my thumb when it passes her lips. “Say it anyway.”
I exhale, feeling scared and nervous and so damn excited at the same time. “I love you,” I say in a low voice. “I never thought love at first sight existed, but I’ve been falling for you ever since you walked into me that day. I couldn’t believe such a gorgeous and smart-assed woman would just appear in front of me like that. And then you went and opened my eyes to the world.” I cup her beautiful face in my hands, staring down into her luminous blue eyes. “I’m never letting you walk away from me again. I want to see you every single day. Hear your voice every single second.”
“That’s a little much,” Jules teases, but her pink cheeks tells me she’s pleased. “You’re such a sweet talker.”
“You like it when I sweet talk.”
“I do. I really, really do.” She tilts her lips up, and I kiss her deeply again.
“Never letting you go again, country girl,” I say breathlessly when we break apart. “Ever.”
Jules grins, a gorgeous angel in my arms, and mine. “I’ll hold you to that, city boy.”