Chapter Fifteen #2
She studied the wide shoulders and strong muscles. There were dozens of scars everywhere. Small, flat scars and larger, raised ones.
“They don’t hurt,” he told her. “You can touch them.”
“I’m more interested in touching you.”
“Nice.”
He put her hands on his skin. He was warm, and she liked how he felt against her fingers.
After a couple of seconds, she decided it was only fair if she gave him the same opportunity.
She pulled off her T-shirt, then unfastened her bra.
Before the garment hit the floor, Garrick’s hands were on her breasts and his fingers were playing with her nipples.
“Tell me you’re already wet,” he said, staring into her eyes.
“I’m wet.”
“Good.”
He bent his head and took her left nipple into his mouth. Without removing her jeans, he moved his hand down her belly and between her legs.
The combination of him sucking on her breast and rubbing against her clit had her breathing hard in seconds. She didn’t know where to focus her attention—everything he was doing felt so good.
He moved to her other breast and shifted so he could slide two fingers inside her. She tightened her muscles around him, wanting him to go deeper.
Instead of obliging, he stepped back and grabbed her wrist, pulling her along with him.
They made it to the bed where they both kicked off their shoes.
Garrick grabbed her jeans and gave one strong tug, pulling them and her panties to her ankles.
He dropped to his knees and removed them, along with her socks, then urged her to sit on the edge of the bed.
As soon as she did, he told her to lie back and moved between her parted legs.
She knew where this was going, and the thought of his mouth on her made her shudder with anticipation.
“It would help if you talked,” he said.
She half sat up and stared at him. “Excuse me?”
“Tell me if it feels good. Harder, softer, now. I want to get it right.”
She appreciated his attention to detail. “I’ll do my best.”
She stretched out on the bed. For a second he did nothing, then she felt his warm breath followed by the feel of an openmouthed kiss on the very center of her. She relaxed into the sensations he created, letting the heat spread through her body.
He moved slowly at first, his tongue more teasing than serious, circling her clit, then dipping inside her.
She was sensitive and swollen, and whatever he did aroused her more.
When he returned to the heart of her and began to move his tongue with a more steady rhythm, she knew it wasn’t going to take long—not with the need pulsing through her.
With every flick, every stroke, her muscles tensed. He moved a little faster, carrying her along with him. She couldn’t quite seem to catch her breath.
“Just like that,” she whispered, remembering he wanted instructions. “It’s perfect.”
Or so she’d thought because even as she spoke, he slipped two fingers inside her, filling her. She gasped at the sensation of him moving in and out of her. All the while he stroked her with his tongue.
The delicious friction stole her ability to think or do anything but feel what was happening to her body. She was getting closer and closer, her orgasm as inevitable as the earth’s rotation.
“Oh, Garrick,” she breathed, pulsing her hips in time with what he was doing. She was close, so close. Almost there...
He opened his mouth around her clit and sucked the swollen knot of nerves.
It was just enough to send her over the edge.
She cried out as she fell into the pleasure that rippled through her.
Her release went on and on, easing slowly until the last whisper of it faded and she could only lie there like the puddle she was.
“How did you do that?” she asked, barely able to open her eyes.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” he said. “Planning my attack.”
“You give a great attack.”
He grinned, then stood and quickly pulled off the rest of his clothes.
The sight of him naked—and very aroused—was enough to pique her interest. She slid onto the mattress while he opened a condom and put it on, then settled between her thighs.
“I want this,” he said, staring into her eyes.
She shuddered in anticipation. “Me, too.”
She reached between them and guided him in. He moved slowly, filling her until her nerve endings all cooed in delight. When he was all the way in, he groaned.
“Better than I imagined,” he told her, his eyes dilating.
She smiled. “I agree, but it seems to me you’re an orgasm behind. Let’s catch you up.”
“Let’s.”
He withdrew only to push in again. She wrapped her legs around his hips, tilting her pelvis so he could go in deeper. They both gasped.
They moved together in the age-old dance of lovemaking. With every stroke, she was more and more aroused, her body aching for another release.
“You’re close,” he said, his gaze locking with hers. “I can feel it.”
“I am. You feel good.”
“Touch yourself.”
The request was thrilling. Still staring into his eyes, she moved her hand between their bodies and pressed her fingers to her swollen center. Garrick eased back, more on his haunches as he thrust inside her. They both looked at where her fingers circled and his penis moved in and out.
The visual was the most erotic thing she’d seen, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to another release.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Good. Tell me when.”
She moved hard and faster, his thrusts matching her movements. Her body tensed as she got closer and closer.
“Now!”
She felt her muscles tighten around him as she lost herself in the glorious waves of pleasure.
Seconds later, Garrick called out her name as he pushed in deeply, then stilled.
She consciously clamped around him, wanting to make it as good as possible.
Their eyes opened and they stared at each other, body to body, soul to soul.
***
Garrick found himself whistling on his short drive home from work.
He’d spent the day in a better than usual mood.
He’d smiled so much, a couple of the officers had asked him what was going on.
Nothing like a great night with an amazing woman to change a man’s outlook on life, he thought as he parked in the driveway.
His time with Wynn had been even better than he’d imagined. She was sexy and responsive and just plain fun. They’d made love twice before he’d had to head back to his place. He wanted to be with her again and again. Once had definitely not been enough.
But between her kid and his, life was a little complicated, so intimacy would have to wait. On the bright side, he had a date with her to look forward to.
He walked into the house and called out a greeting. Joylyn waddled out of her bedroom, smiling when she saw him.
“Hi, Dad. How was your day?”
“Pretty good. You look more rested. Did you get some sleep?”
She nodded. “I’ve been lying down every couple of hours. Even if I only sleep for a little bit, eventually it adds up, right?”
She pointed toward his office. “A package came for you. I put it on your desk.”
He smiled. “Good. I’ve been waiting for that. Give me a second to change my clothes, then we’ll open it together.”
“Now I’m intrigued,” she said with a laugh.
“Good.”
He went into the master and put on jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. After carrying the box to the kitchen table, he cut the tape before stepping back and motioning for her to do the honors.
She gave him a quizzical look as she opened the flaps and pulled out a smaller box. She opened that, then stared at the contents.
“Oh, Dad.”
Her voice was thick with emotion, but the happy kind. She removed a small round handprint ornament she’d made when she was five or six.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered, touching the smooth clay.
“I called your mom and asked if she could send along your old Christmas decorations. She was going to give them to you when the baby was born, so she had them packed up. I thought you might like to have them on the tree here—you know, to make you feel it was more like Christmas. When you go back to Phoenix, I’ll get them together so you can take them with you. ”
She put down the ornament and rushed into his arms.
“Thank you so much. I love them and yes, I want them on the tree.”
“Good.”
She looked at him, her mouth curved up in a smile. “That was very thoughtful of you.”
He kissed the top of her head. “You’re my best girl, no matter how old you are.”
He carried the box into the living room and set it on the coffee table.
Joylyn sat on the sofa and directed him as he hung all the ornaments.
And while he liked that he was making her happy, he wasn’t thrilled to know she would be leaving him before Christmas.
If he had his way, he would like her to stick around through New Year’s.
But he knew that wasn’t practical. Once Chandler was home, she would want to get back to Phoenix and have her baby there.
When he’d finished, she took several pictures of the tree. “I’m going to text them to Chandler,” she said. “He’ll be so excited. I can’t believe we’re just under two weeks away from him coming back.”
“I know you’re excited. You’ll want him close for sure.” He cleared his throat. “If you, ah, want, you two could spend a couple of nights here before heading back to Phoenix. I’d enjoy hanging out with the two of you.”
She looked up from her phone. For a second her expression was unreadable and he thought maybe he’d stepped in it, but then she smiled.
“I’d like that, Dad. Let me make sure that’s all right with Chandler. I’m sure he’ll be happy to stay. With me so pregnant, we can’t go see his family this year, so splitting my time between you and Mom makes sense.”
“I’d like that,” he said, careful to keep his tone happy but not too happy. He didn’t want to pressure her.
He held up the empty box. “I’ll store this in my office until you’re ready to leave. Are you ready for dinner?”
“I am. I already made potato salad to go with the pork chops you’re barbecuing.”
“Nice. After dinner, I’m going to work in the garage for a little bit.” He was nearly done with the bassinet.
She rolled her eyes. “Men and their garages. If we ever have one, I hope Chandler doesn’t spend as much time in his as you do.”
“It’s a guy thing, sweetie. You’re going to have to get used to it.”