33. Being In Love
33
BEING IN LOVE
T he next morning, Justine rolled over to see Garrett still sleeping on his back, his arm up over his head, a light growth of beard on his face. He’d been keeping it trim and said he debated shaving it off completely for the summer.
She’d never dated a man with a beard before Garrett.
She liked it. Liked it a lot.
Her gaze dropped to his chest which was bare with the blanket having dropped down some.
Her finger came out and hovered over his nipple, wanting to touch him but not wake him.
She was positive that would wake him.
And if she was going to wake him, might as well do it in style.
Her hand was under the cover now, she inched it closer to his side, found his cock, and started to lightly touch him over his underwear.
It hadn’t taken long for him to react.
She smiled to herself over that thought, then put some more force behind her movements.
She was watching his face to see when he’d wake.
His eyes popped open in surprise, then he turned to look at her.
“Morning,” she said. “One part of you woke up before the other.”
“I see that,” he said. “Or feel it. What about you?”
“I’ve been awake for a bit and watching you. Do you want to join the party?”
“I’d be crazy to say no,” he said, turning on his side to reach for her, but she scooted back.
“Maybe I want to do a bit more work,” she said. “Do you mind?”
“Again, I’d be crazy to say no.”
She lifted the covers fast and then dove under them muffling her laugh.
Garrett lifted and pushed his underwear down and she helped him to dispose of them, barely missing a kick to the chest in the process.
It was dark under here and that was fine with her. She was almost embarrassed to be doing this and normally was when she engaged in the act.
No matter how comfortable she was with him, it was still hard to work up this courage.
She couldn’t seem to get past it or being watched. She wouldn’t have to worry right now.
Her fist wrapped around him, stroking from base to tip a few times, getting him harder, then she decided it was time to give him a taste.
Her tongue came out, licked the length of him, then back down.
She was positive he let out a groan but couldn’t tell with her head buried.
She opened her mouth and took him in completely, pulled her head back, and then dropped down for another taste.
After doing that a few times, she settled on playing with the tip of his skin, her tongue swirling around, her lips covering him, her palms moving up and down his shaft while she did.
He was almost wiggling around at this point and then the covers were pushed back fast, a cool breeze hitting her face and shoulders.
She glanced up quickly to see his face. “Thought I’d give you some air,” he said. “I know I need it. I’m sweating.”
She laughed. “Good,” she said. “Though it’s nice to have the privacy.”
“Do you need to be covered to do that?”
She wanted to say yes and decided that there was no reason for it.
It’s not like she only did it that way, just that she was more comfortable with it.
Being in love wasn’t always comfortable though and she had to remind herself of that.
“Nope,” she said, smirking, and went back to work and told herself not to think anything of the fact she was being watched.
She was too focused on bringing pleasure to Garrett like he’d been doing to her for months.
She went deep on him, heard his grunt, and told herself to keep it up.
“Justine,” he said, almost groaning with each syllable. “You need to stop soon.”
“No,” she said, her fist getting tighter around him, squeezing and stroking, her mouth sucking.
When he jerked up she knew he was going to come and pulled her mouth away, her fist pumping faster and harder until he came all over her knuckles and his stomach.
She looked up to see if he was disappointed, but his eyes were closed and there was a calm smile on his face, his body all but sagging on the bed.
“That’s a good way to wake up,” he said.
She laughed and threw the covers back to get up and grab a towel out of his bathroom.
“Glad I could help,” she said. “I woke up before you and thought of how sexy you were lying there. Next thing I know I had to figure out a way to wake you up.”
He reached for the towel to clean up and then tossed it into the hamper not that far away.
She crawled back in bed when he reached his hand out for her, then he twisted and had her on her back before she even knew he could move that fast.
“What are you doing?” she asked when he was reaching for her underwear and yanking them down fast.
“Returning the favor,” he said. “Could be a new way to wake up and start our days off right.”
She laughed over his words but then let out a groan as he went to work.
He didn’t start slow like she had, but dove in like he’d been waiting to do this for years.
Her back arched and his finger was inserted, pumping in and out as fast as his mouth was tasting everything.
She looked down, and all she saw was his dark head going to work.
When he latched onto her swollen bud, her eyes crossed and she threaded her fingers into his hair and held him in place as she started to come and lift up higher into him, the pulse of her body like a drum roll at a concert.
Her body sagged down when every beat seemed to be released.
She opened her eyes and Garrett was grinning at her.
“Yeah, you’re right. A great way to start the morning.”
He laughed and got up. “I’m going to shower, while you lie there and gather your thoughts.”
She looked at the clock in his room. “It’s early still. Sorry I woke you.”
“Never apologize for waking me up like that,” he said. “You don’t have to work, so take your time.”
Which was part of the reason they didn’t stay the night during the week. She had to start at six and he didn’t until eight.
It wasn’t even five yet so she dropped her head back down after watching him walk naked to his bathroom.
When he was done showering, she got up to go in next.
He’d get breakfast started like he normally did.
She showered and got out to dry her hair and brush her teeth.
The toothpaste had little left in it. There wasn’t a closet in his bathroom, but just built-ins for towels and washcloths.
She opened the cabinets on the bottom and didn’t see any, then pulled open a drawer to find a box in there, right next to a pill bottle.
She wasn’t normally a nosy person, but she had to remove it to get the toothpaste box out.
Since it was in her hand, she glanced at it quickly.
Levothyroxine. She knew exactly what it was used for and her jaw dropped.
She tried to remember if she noticed a scar on Garrett’s throat and didn’t.
She took a few deep breaths.
She could let it go, but there was part of her that couldn’t.
This was major to her. Especially considering his profession.
She finished getting ready and walked to the kitchen, putting the pill bottle on the counter with a loud snap.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had thyroid cancer?”