Chapter Nine

Garrett

He knew better, but he couldn’t help himself.

How the hell was he supposed to resist?

Jesus, the girl had a subtle sultriness about her.

Sexy mixed with wide-eyed innocence, and that was just when her eyes met his. Add the sound of her soft giggles that sounded like something that would come out of a fairy, and who the hell could blame him for being weak?

He carried her to their hotel room and shut the door behind them before tossing her onto one of the two queen beds. She had him wound up tight, like some kind of caveman, and he knew he had to tone it down. He looked down at her. She was temptation wrapped up like spun sugar he knew without a doubt would melt deliciously on his tongue.

His hands clenched, he was scared to frighten her. Garrett felt like a starving beast, ravenous for what only she and she alone could give him. The soft denim skirt she was wearing had ridden up her thighs, exposing creamy flesh his hands itched to touch.

“Please don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.”

“I’m thinking I want to fuck you into tomorrow and then some,” he crudely shared and watched as her chest heaved up and down.

Damn, she was hot.

This tiny, petite package with a handful of curves that would fit perfectly in his massive hands. Any other woman with her stature, he wouldn’t have looked twice at, too worried about having to go slow or be gentle, yet here he was, a war waging inside of him as to how the hell to take the night.

That was until she made the decision for him.

He watched as she shifted, moving up on her knees on the mattress. She steadied herself, and before he could ask her what she was doing, he watched her dainty hands unbutton her top. One button at a time, like she had all the time in the world, each one hypnotizing him. Beautiful silky-soft skin was bared, and he couldn’t help himself, pulling his own tee up and over his head, letting it fall on the ground. The only thought driving his movements was to feel her pressed against him. A husky groan escaped from him at the sight of her pink bra beneath her blouse.

She reached back and undid the pink cotton, and just like that, there she was.

Topless and bared, easily the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on.

High, round, creamy breasts with the prettiest pink areolas and hardest nipples all beckoning for him. One hundred percent uncovered for him to feast on. The tight hold he had on his self-control broke. His mouth watered for a damn taste. In that moment, right then and there, he wasn’t a man who had seen the crap of humanity. No. He was a man needing to fulfill and satisfy the gorgeous nymph of a woman who kneeled before him in nothing but that sexy little denim skirt.

Leaning forward slightly, his hand on her torso, he pulled her toward him and let his mouth hover right over the tightened pebble before he slowly licked the underside of her tit, then took her nipple into his mouth and suckled it wetly.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned. He let it go with a loud pop before blowing cool air over it and watched as it somehow hardened further, straining for his mouth.

“Garrett—” she pleaded, arching toward him, but he held her hips with both hands.

“Still.”

“But—” He shook his head at her attempt to argue with him.

“You don’t know me, sunshine, but I think you get I’m a man who likes control.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed that.” He frowned, and her cheeks blushed. “I just mean with how we met, you got drunk and then beat up.”

“Shh.” He shook his head trying to bite away a smile threatening to take over. “How do you do that?”

“What?” she breathed, her hands skimming his chest. He licked his lips at the sensation of her lithe fingertips moving across and through his chest hair.

“You make me want to fuck you hard and rough and kiss you while we laugh all at the same time.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

“I let them kick my ass. I’ll explain why after. Not now,” he found himself saying. He wasn’t sure why.

“Okie dokie.” Okie dokie. Damn, she was cute. This time, he failed and smiled briefly.

“I shouldn’t touch you,” his voice rasped. He wanted more of her taste in his mouth.

“Again with this?” She moved her hands from his chest, but he was quick and covered her wrists with his hands and placed them back gently.

“I shouldn’t. I’m fucked up for a million reasons, and you are this bundle of—”

“Let me guess, sunshine?”

“Smartass.”

“Better than a dumbass,” she whispered.

“Dumb is the farthest thing from a descriptive word for you.” And he meant it. She was smart and beautiful and savvy. From what he remembered, he knew she was also street smart. The whole fucking package.

A woman who looked like her, acted like her, smiled like her. Jesus, no wonder he was a goner.

“Garrett,” she quietly said, and he could see in her eyes that his words meant something to her.

“I shouldn’t touch you, but I am. I’m going to touch every square inch of your body and make you mine.” Mine, a voice quipped up, and he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “For tonight,” he added for self-preservation. “I’m gonna make you dirty and filthy, and you’re going to fucking love it, Stef.”

“Wow.”

“I love this sexy-as-fuck skirt, baby.”

“You do?” she moaned softly. His dick jerked against the zipper of his jeans.

“Mmm…” He nuzzled his nose against hers, deeply breathing in the scent of her, sharing her breath. He didn’t just like the way she looked in it; he loved it. There is something deliciously filthy about it

“There is?” she questioned, and he opened his eyes, feeling the smile on his own face before he could stop it. He didn’t care. He probably looked like an idiot grinning from ear to ear, but that’s what she did to him. Though, the way she looked at him with lust and wonder reflecting in her eyes matched everything he was feeling gave him some kind of relief.

“You can only wear this skirt when I’m around,” he told her and didn’t miss the sassy way one her brows quirked up before he lost view of her, his mouth on the soft spot where her neck and shoulder met.

“Oh really?” she challenged, her voice low as her body trembled beneath his touch. Sweet and shy one moment, and feisty the next.

“Naughty and innocent all at the same time.” His hands crept up the back of her thigh, reaching a perky, round globe and squeezing it roughly. “You wear it only when I’m around, baby.”

“Okay,” she breathed, her tone hitched higher.

“Wear it bare, for me,” he coaxed, a need to hear her say she would driving him hard. Mine. That damn voice wouldn’t leave him alone.

“For you,” she moaned, and he squeezed again. Hooking his fingers over the tiny strings, he pulled her thong down, somehow avoiding touching her sex, and looked to her thighs. Fuck. The white thong was soaked through. He breathed in deeply. The air smelled like her. Feminine and utterly delicious.

“Garrett, please.”

“Please what, sunshine? Please shove my fingers in that pretty little cunt of yours and fill you up?” he asked roughly, pushing her slutty little skirt up and pulling her thighs farther apart. She let him. Trusting and willfully.

“Yes,” she whispered, her wide eyes filled with need. He smiled wickedly, bringing the tips of his fingers over her sex. He could feel her dewy warmth, and without hesitation, he shoved two fingers into her tight little snatch.

“Fuck,” he cursed, feeling her wet tightness around him, strangling his fingers. He’d never felt anything as tight.

“Yes!” she hissed. He looked down at her, her face filled with euphoria, he wanted more.

He wanted to be the one to make her come harder than she ever thought was possible. He needed to hear his name cried out from between those sweet little lips as she writhed around tangled sheets for him. As he worked his fingers in and out of her, his dirty mouth ran away with him. “Jesus, sunshine, you hear how sopping wet that little kitty is for me? Nasty, nasty girl.”

“God.” Her head fell back, and her hands tightened on his chest, her nails biting into his muscled flesh.

“You like hearing what a nasty little slut you are, don’t you?” he pushed, wondering if he was taking it too far, but his innocent-looking beauty simply gushed further on his fingers, clenching around him. “My dirty girl, so fucking innocent and wide-eyed out in the world, but here for me, you’re anything but, aren’t you, Stef?”

“Garrett—” she gasped.

“My dirty little fuckslut.” He took his fingers out of her sex, and she looked up at him with desperation in her eyes. “Time for you to feed me, baby. Lie back. I need to eat.”

She did as he asked. He watched her lie back on the white sheets, her hair fanned out on the pillows. He was about to order her not to hide herself when her hands moved to the round globes of her perfect tits, but suddenly, he watched his mouth watering as she pulled on her pebbled peaks. Garrett had never seen anything sexier than what was going on in front of him. Stefanie caressed her breasts, and her soft moans filled his ears as she arched her back. His cock stiffened further. Never, not once in his thirty-eight years, had he been that hard.

“Jesus, Stef.” The awe in his voice was clear.

Garrett should have been a gentleman. A good man would have drawn out the moment, taking her slow and gentle as he did a million and one things to her body.

But he wasn’t a good man.

When it came to her, he was an animal. He needed her with a fierceness he didn’t recognize.

Falling between her legs, he didn’t think. He acted on pure instinct. When he took that first lick between her legs, her tangy and womanly flavor hit his tongue and he moaned deeply against her slit and didn’t stop. He licked her harder and harder. Desperation to hear her cries and whimpers fueled him as he skimmed her back entrance with his finger before he let it glide back into her tight little cunt.

“You’re fucking gorgeous everywhere,” he snarled against her sex, his eyes on her, pulling her dewy lips apart. “Fucking perfection.” His nose flared, breathing in the scent of her as the feel of her surrounded his fingers. She writhed on the bed, her hands clenching the sheets.

“Garrett,” she cried, and he went back to eating.

To feasting on her sweet pussy. He felt her hands move to his head, gripping his short-cropped hair. He didn’t realize the smile he wore as he enjoyed her. Pulling her pretty legs further apart and over his shoulders, he settled in and fingered her while he worked her swollen bundle of nerves.

“Oh, my God, Garrett!” she exclaimed.

Glancing up at her, he didn’t stop. He kept at her with his fingers and mouth. A patience he didn’t know existed fell over him. He’d fucking live and die between her legs if need be. No better place to be. She made him feel like a man.

Mine.

Her pleas and whimpers only pushed him, energizing him to take her to the brink, then pull away from her as he slowed his fingers, wolfishly smiling at the desperation that clawed at his dirty little sexy slut. She needed to come, and he was the only one who could get her off.

Mine. Mine. Mine, a voice in his head chanted, and alongside the ever-increasing volume of the sounds she was making, it only pushed him further.

“Mine!” he growled and went back to her sex, this time pushing two fingers in her tightness as his thumb grazed the tightened rosebud of her other hole. He pushed further, not breaching it, just adding pressure as he undid his pants. His cock sprung forward, and he held it tightly.

Her white knuckled grip made him want to grin and beat on his chest. Her body tensed up, her wetness growing sweeter on his tongue. His girl’s back arched upward, and his free hand moved to the softness of her abdomen, holding her down. He would be damned if she was going to deny him watching her get off. Her incoherent pleas grew, and he was done.

He pounced up off his knees, covered her body with his, and plunged in deeply with one hard thrust.

“Fuck!” she screamed as she creamed all around his dick. She spasmed and kept clenching around him as he moved in and out of her body. Fuck, he was going to go permanently crossed eyed with how good her strangling his dick felt.

“Sunshine,” he ground out, tilting his hips, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her foot right above his ass.

“More,” she begged. He didn’t need to be asked twice.

He fucked her hard and rough. Pulling in and completely out, only to push his way right back in. He screwed her without mercy, and his dirty girl took it. She got off on it. In and out. Moans grew into grunts. Animalistic sounds filled as the air in the room filled with the distinct scent of sex. She came milking his dick, and without his usual control, she unmanned him as he spurted ribbon after ribbon into her. His body only pushing deeper into her as if trying to leave his mark on her for as long as possible.

Because if anything, the sexy little nymph had left hers on him.

Stefanie

I breathed in deeply and turned around, looking forward to cuddling into Garrett’s strong body, but stilled when I came up empty. He’s not gone. He’s not gone.

When I pried my eyes open, my heart stopped. I was alone.

I was alone in a hotel room after having dirty, rough sex.

Twice.

My heart started back up again as I tried to get my thoughts together. Why am I surprised? I should have known better. I should have, but judging by the disappointment clawing at me, I hadn’t.

Sitting up, I winced at the soreness between my legs and tried to focus my eyes in the darkness. Maybe I had somehow missed him. The room was definitely empty. And then I felt it. Wetness between my legs. I covered my face with my hands.

We hadn’t used protection. Twice.

I didn’t know him from Adam, yet I hadn’t made him wear a condom. What the hell is wrong with me?

The door opened, and my head popped up. There he was. In jeans and a tee, his hair mussed up by my hands during the second time when I got to ride him.

“You’re up,” his deep voice said, and I looked at him.

“You left.”

“To get us water.” He lifted a plastic bag. “I didn’t know if you would be thirsty or hungry, so I went and—”

“We didn’t use a condom,” I blurted out. Smooth, Stef, flipping smooth. Way to ease into it!

“I know. I—” I didn’t stop to hear anything he had to say. Stuck in my own panic and terror, I moved.

“I have to go.” I scrambled out of bed, his cum dripping down my legs and tears threatening to fall.

I knew better.

I didn’t get involved with people. Not really. And I sure as hell knew better than to have unprotected sex. Jesus, I was the poster girl for safe sex, yet one night with Garrett had me acting like the very people who made me. Irresponsible and stupid.

“Stef.” He took me in his arms as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with someone in a while.”

“What exactly is a while? Hmm, Garrett? Because to some a while is over a year, while to others forever is a week.”

“Six months,” he calmly informed me, and I relaxed into his arms. “I never go bare. Ever.”

“Says the guy who screwed me bare.” I mimicked his deep voice before moving on to my own shrill one. “Like I don’t even know how long ago.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I lost my mind with you and fucked you like I did. But you need to know, I get checked out regularly.” There was a patience and kindness in his voice that mixed with the way his hands were stroking my lower back made me relax further into his embrace.

“I’m safe, too,” I shared. “I haven’t, you know, in, like, a year, and, umm… I’m on the pill.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” I agreed, wondering where the hell we went from here. Should I leave now?

“You better?”

“You were gone when I woke up,” I pointed out.

“I’m sorry, sunshine.”

“I shouldn’t have cared.”

“But you did?” he asked, and I found myself stupidly nodding slowly, too much of a coward to say it out loud. “Sunshine.” I knew it was there in his eyes. I knew that look staring at me. I’d seen it more than I cared to count throughout my lifetime. The one that said I’m sorry. I’m going to disappoint you.

So, instead of waiting for him to do just that and ruin one of the hottest nights I would probably remember until the day I died, I cupped his face and kissed him.

“Thank you,” I whispered, pulling away. “It was fun,” I told him, taking one last nip of his lips.

“Fun?” he repeated.

“I really should go,” I said over my shoulder as I looked around the room for my clothes.

“Go?” He scowled, but I turned around, pulling my skirt off the floor, the skirt he had thrown off me the second time around, saying he wanted us to feel each other skin to skin.

“Yeah. I have to work tomorrow and—”

“What about after work?”

“Don’t you have a job?” I asked, trying to avoid answering anything.

“Stef,” he said in that dang tone that sent tingles up and down my back. The one that reminded me of exactly how dirty and bossy he could be and how much I liked it.

“I don’t know. It’s Friday.” I shrugged. As if I had a life. I would go to the bar, have dinner with Kip, and after a diet Coke, head home and read or Netflix.

I wasn’t going to share that with him.

“You have a date?” he asked in a growly tone, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Umm, no.”

“Then?”

“Garrett.” I shook my head, slipping my blouse back on, giving him my back as I buttoned my top back up. I felt the air change in the room, then I felt him right behind me, his hands on my denim-clad hips.

“Stop.”

“Stop what?” I breathed as his head moved to my neck and he moved my hair away.

“Stop putting your fucking clothes on.”

“Garrett, I have to go home. I work in the—”

“I’ll take you home in the morning. I don’t want you driving right now.”

“What? Why?” I turned to face him, and his smile automatically made me wet,

“Because I want you again,” he shared. I opened my mouth to say something quippy about not always getting what you wanted, but the moment his lips touched mine, I lost. Lost and dazed in his kiss.

So lost, I didn’t realize he was walking us toward a wall, where he proceeded to take what he wanted, and I willingly gave.