Chapter 8
GARRETT
Fuck. I can’t move.
Or think.
My lungs burn as I drag in air and with the way Lexi is struggling for air beneath me, I know I’m not the only one deeply affected by what just happened.
Braced on my forearms, I keep most of my weight off her but it’s hard to when my cock is still buried in her pulsing cunt. Christ. I’m still hard.
How the hell that’s possible when I just blew a year’s worth of come into her is up to science to work out because fucked if I can.
While those scientists are at it, they can tell me how the hell we got from talking and eating to fucking.
I think I moved first.
I think I was the one who dove in for a kiss.
I think…Motherfucker. I can’t think. Every brain cell has gone haywire.
I just had the best sex of my life, hands down, no argument, and all I want to do is repeat it. Over and over again.
Except this is Alexandria Carmichael. A woman way out of my league. If it wasn’t for the scalding heat coating my dick, I’d think this was a dream.
Every part of me deflates.
This isn’t the first time I’ve found myself entangled with a woman too good for me. Although the last one wanted to be better than me more than she actually was. The difference between the two is glaring. I was never as invested in that past relationship as I already am with Lexi.
Not even close.
Lexi is part of my circle. Sure, she’s on the periphery, but we have a connection that will always be there. Livi. Her best friend. My brother’s girlfriend.
Fuck. Carter is going to kill me when he finds out. And I don’t want to think about what Livi will have to say about it.
I don’t regret anything, though. I’ll own it like a medal on my chest, but I don’t want their pitying looks when Lexi’s done with me.
Because she will be done with me.
What could she possibly want with a grease monkey like me?
Sure, I’ve got money, not on her scale, but I’m no poor guy from the wrong side of town. Although I don’t go to expensive restaurants or wear suits like the guy she was with tonight. Then again, that fucker left her on a dark street, didn’t he? Left her alone to find her own way home.
I might not look like a good match for her on paper or even in person, but if she was mine, I’d do everything—anything—to keep her safe, and happy.
The question is, would she want more than a phenomenal fuck?
There is no denying we fuck like champions. And everyone knows champions get better with practice. A smile tugs at one side of my mouth. Training every day wouldn’t be a hardship.
My smile drops. Unless what just happened was a fluke. A one off, freak of nature experience like a lightning strike.
No. I shove that thought away. Our chemistry is explosive. We proved that. And if the fluttering of her cunt and my hard dick are any indication, we aren’t done exploding.
And maybe I can take a leaf out of Carter’s book and get under Lexi’s skin like he did with Livi.
Maybe, if I play it right, I can use sex to keep Lexi coming back, reel her in over and over until she never wants to leave.
Because if she’ll let me, I’ll give her anything she asks for.
She wants marriage, I’m there in a tailored tux.
She wants babies, I’m fucking her until I score a direct hit and knock her up.
If I stand any chance of turning this into more than one night, I need to double down and deliver so much pleasure she can’t live without it. Like an addict, I’ll get her hooked on mind-blowing orgasms until she needs a dose every damn day.
Opening my eyes, I lift my head from where it hangs beside hers and I study her face.
She’s flushed, her skin shiny with a layer of sweat. Eyes closed, lips parted slightly, she pulls in air like she just finished the hundred-meter sprint in the Olympics.
I grin. She looks well and truly fucked.
And I did that.
I put that look on her face.
I tangled her hair.
I got her off so hard she hasn’t made a sound since she screamed my name.
“Why are you smiling?”
The murmured words have my gaze going back to her now open eyes. “You don’t think I should be smiling after you blew my brain out with the best sex of my life?”
“Oh.” Her eyes move rapidly between mine. “The best?”
“You don’t agree?” For a second I wonder if I’m the only one who felt the earth move. But then I remember how long we’ve been recovering and know I’ve got nothing to worry about.
“I do.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth with a pensive look in her eyes. “I’m just wondering if what happened can even be called sex.”
I chuckle. “It was something, wasn’t it?”
“Hmm…”
“And if you’re not up for round two, I should probably pull my dick out of your cunt.” That last word has her squeezing me. “Oh, you like dirty talk?”
“Ah…”
“I’m going to fuck your cunt raw tonight, Lexi.” More squeezing has me grinning like a loon. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
She scowls at me, but the expression is meaningless when her body is pulsing and hot around mine.
“C’mon.” I rise up, taking her with me. “Let’s get you cleaned up so I can make you dirty again.”
“What?” Her fingernails dig into my shoulders when I launch to my feet with her in my arms, my cock still buried in her cunt. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to the bathroom where I plan to get you all slippery wet.” The grin on my face hurts, it’s so wide. For the first time since I renovated the bathroom, I’ll be able to test out the seat and fancy shower heads I installed.
“Garrett.”
“You want me to put you down?” I stop walking and study her face. “Because if you say you’re done, I’ll pull my cock out and put you on your feet.”
She’s quiet and the look in her eyes tells me she’s fighting an internal battle I’m not privy to. Yet.
“You’re in charge, Lexi. You say stop, we stop. You say fuck me and I’m pounding into you until you feel me in your throat.” My words have her body clenching, and I know she hasn’t had enough of me yet.
“Just tonight. No strings.”
I nod in acknowledgment. I can’t verbalize an agreement because I don’t agree. Not with the one night and definitely not with the no strings.
I want all the nights and all the strings and…
I’m fucked.
This woman had me in knots from the second I laid eyes on her and now that I’ve been inside her, know what she feels like—sounds like—when she comes apart, there is no way tonight will be enough.
I can only hope our chemistry is too much for her to ignore. Even if she leaves in the morning planning to never come back, she’ll need to pick up her car at some point.
I’ll gladly use the Jag as a hostage.
I’ve never tricked or forced a woman into my bed, but I’m honest enough to admit I’d consider doing it with Lexi.
I’ll use every skill I have and learn more to keep her coming back to my bed—to me.
Because after one fuck I know I can’t go the rest of my life not burying my dick in her.