14. Hi, Mom. I Ruined The Carpet #2
I, on the other hand, am not doing so well. My brain might be melting, and my dick has turned to steel.
A second picture comes in, Jennie’s fingers wrapped around the small, purple dildo.
Sunshine: Mr. Itty Bitty it is.
“Why’re you making that face? Who’re you texting?”
I slam my phone against my chest at Carter’s questions, thankful X-ray vision isn’t real— that I know of .
When I leap to my feet, my chair topples to the ground.
“It’s my mom.” Shit, that was so high-pitched.
“I-I-I—” Fuck. “I gotta go!” I lift my phone way up, and shake it, for whatever fucking reason.
“She needs me. Mom needs me. I gotta… bye !”
I dash across the bar and into the lobby, fingers flying over the screen.
Me: Mr. Itty Bitty? I think the fuck not.
Sunshine: Gonna head to bed to take care of myself. Talk to you tomorrow.
Me: Don’t u fucking dare.
I jab the elevator call button nine hundred thousand times and fall inside when it opens.
Me: Jennie???
Me: I swear to god if u go to bed right now I will fly home early and wake you up with my cock down your damn throat.
Sunshine: *kiss emoji* Night Gare-Bear
“No. No, no, no, no.” Agitation barrels through my veins as the elevator climbs. My foot won’t stop bouncing. Pretty sure my eye is twitching.
I claw at the doors when the elevator stops, and it takes me seven tries to successfully swipe my card through my door slot.
My shirt gets stuck over my face as I go tumbling into my room, and Jennie answers my video request on the third attempt, because she’s a little shit who likes to get me going.
“Mr. Andersen,” she purrs. “To what do I owe the pleasure of a late-night phone call?”
I trip over my feet stepping out of my pants, stumbling forward and bouncing off the side of the bed.
Jennie’s cackle electrifies the air. “What are you doing?”
“Gettin’ naked.” Jennie gets an eyeful of my dick as he springs free from my boxer briefs, bobbing around.
“Oh my. Lieutenant Johnson sure looks happy to see me.”
“He sure as shit is, and you’re gonna need to ditch Mr. Itty Bitty. My fingers can fuck you better than he can.” I grip the base of my cock and flick my head. “Now lose the clothes, sunshine.”
Dragging the blanket away, she reveals those stellar curves inch by aching inch. “What clothes?”
My eyes roll to the ceiling as I groan. “God, I wanna fuck you.”
I’m baffled when her smile turns shy. Does she not know how mind-blowingly sexy she is? I’d sell my left nut for a VIP all-you-can-ride ticket to her Disneyland. All-you-can-eat works just fucking fine for now, though.
I roll onto the bed, prop the phone up on the side table, and wait for Jennie to do the same.
She tucks her hair behind her ears, a purely innocent move that makes my cock throb. It’s down and long and messy, and I wanna drag my fingers through it before I wrap it around my fist and make her look me in the eyes while she comes.
“So, uh, how does this…work?”
“I’m gonna fuck my hand while I watch you fuck your pussy, and I’m gonna try not to make a mess when I come. You, sunshine, can be as messy as your heart desires.”
A shiver rocks through her body, and she shakes her head. “Two weeks ago you couldn’t even string an entire sentence together.”
“Yeah, ’cause you’re hot as balls and you intimidated the fuck out of me.”
“And not anymore?”
“Nah, not so much. Not now that I know I can boss you around just as well, but in a different way.” I watch her body flush, glowing skin kissed pink by nerves, lashes fluttering as her gaze bounces away, then back again. “It turns you on. You like the way I talk to you.”
“Well, duh.”
“What do you like about it?”
She lifts a shoulder. “I donno.”
Bullshit she doesn’t know. She’s playing shy, afraid to say it out loud, so I’m gonna help her. She doesn’t get to hide with me, not anymore.
“I like that I can make you shy. Take the boldest, bravest girl I know and make you speechless, even for a second. And then you get this big smile on your face and come to life, like my words spur you on. You’re the best mix of shy and confident when you’re naked, and I love watching you get there. ”
Teeth press into that plush lower lip. She trails her finger over her thigh. “I like…I like when you tell me what you want to do to me. It makes me feel…” Her cheeks blaze as she looks away.
“Makes you feel what?”
“Wanted,” she admits on a murmur. “I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”
The truth is, I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anyone the way I want her, so I tell her just that, ignoring the way she rolls her eyes like I’m feeding her a line.
“Besides your banging body, pretty eyes, and perfect smile, Jennie, you’re a smart-ass who can hold her own.
You dish it out without missing a beat, and you push yourself.
You’re also funny as hell, and you yell at the refs when they make shitty calls.
I always wanted to know you better than I did. I’m glad I get to now.”
Jennie’s cute nose wrinkles, and low and behold, a fucking giggle slips past her lips. “Yeah, whatever, fuckboy.”
“Call me whatever you want, I’m the one you think about when you’re home alone, fucking your rubber cocks.”
“And my pussy is the one you’re thinking about when you lock yourself in your hotel bathroom, fuck your hand, and come in your sock.
” Feet flat on the bed, she spreads her legs, showing me that immaculate, pink pussy.
She swipes one finger along her slick slit.
“Too bad you can’t have it. It’s a fuckload softer and warmer than your hand. ”
My gaze follows the slow fingers that circle her clit, mesmerized as my words tumble out. “I fucking own it…”
“I’m the only one that owns this pussy.” Agonizingly slow, she sinks two fingers inside, back arching off the pillows, lips parting with a low gasp. “I just let you use it sometimes.”
“Fuck. Christ. Shit.” I run my palm over my mouth before taking my cock in my hand, stroking. “Show me how wet you are.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, Jennie. I wanna see how wet you are.”
Jennie pulls her fingers out, glistening and dripping. “Soaked.”
I groan, squeezing my cock. “Taste yourself, Jennie.”
Desire sparkles in her eyes, but so does uncertainty.
“Don’t go shy on me now, sunshine. We both know that’s not you. You’re my favorite flavor, so go on and taste.”
She paints a finger over her lower lip, making it shine, and I stop breathing when she drags her tongue across it. With her eyes locked on mine, she takes her fingers into her mouth, a throaty moan filling the air as she cleans herself off.
“Use your fingers,” I order gruffly.
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“The fuck I’m not. Ride your fingers, gorgeous, and pretend it’s my cock.”
A devilish smirk before she drags her fingers through her soaking slit, making herself quiver and flush.
Jennie moans quietly as she pushes two fingers inside, heated stare fixed on my hand as I work my cock.
I’m not going to last, and it’s her fault.
Watching her love on her own body, appreciate all her curves and edges, is the biggest turn-on.
“One more,” I demand. “Can you do one more?”
Jennie doesn’t hesitate, plunging another finger, arching into her palm as she straddles that line. She squeezes a nipple, palming her perfect, round tit, her breath coming in spurts, and then her hand falls down her body, finding her clit.
“Fuck, Jennie. You’re so sexy.”
“Garrett,” she whimpers, eyes dazed. “I’m gonna come.”
So the fuck am I. My balls tighten, spine tingling, and the second Jennie cries out, slamming her thighs together, head falling back, I’m a goner.
“Fuck.” I roll off the bed, leap to my feet, and accidentally empty my entire load onto the carpet. “Oh shit.”
Jennie’s giggle quickly spirals out of control. “Did you just jizz on the floor?”
“It was an accident! I wasn’t prepared!” I grab a pillow.
“Not the pillow! Gross! Someone’s gonna put their face on that!”
“I’m overwhelmed!” I yell, running to the bathroom. I grab a wad of toilet paper, which, as it turns out, is a terrible idea. It starts disintegrating, leaving white clumps all over the carpet as I wipe at my mess. “This is gonna cost me.”
“Best money you’ve ever spent,” Jennie retorts smugly.
Groaning, I collapse on the bed in time to catch Jennie rolling herself in her blankets. “So…”
“So…good night?”
“Good night? That’s it?” I chuckle. “Do you wanna, like…talk?”
She picks at her blanket. “Do you?”
“Well, Adam’s not back yet.”
“So you wanna talk?”
“If you wanna talk, we can talk.”
“It sounds like you wanna talk, Garrett.”
I clear my throat, rubbing my nape. “Guess we could talk.”
Jennie grins. “Let me wash up and grab a snack.”
I follow suit, and when Jennie rejoins me, it’s with a bowl of cereal, wearing the hoodie I dressed her in when I last saw her.
“What’s that?” she asks.
I hold up the jar I just dunked my cookie in. “Cookie butter.” I shove the whole thing in my mouth. “Fwom da States. You gotta twy it. I sabe you some.”
Jennie giggles. “Okay, tell me about your night prior to ruining the carpet.”
“We were hanging at the bar with the team. Adam was getting hit on.”
“Just Adam?”
“And Jaxon.”
She waits.
“Okay, me too.” I swipe another cookie through my dip. “So I told the guys I wanted to date, not fuck.”
“Adam’s the only one pure enough to buy that.”
I agree, so I tell Jennie about his dream to one day foster, and she smiles softly through the whole thing before telling me about her day.
“Ollie and I took the pups for a walk, and then she made me make her a tray of brownies before the game. Cara and I yelled at the refs through most of it, and Ollie passed out in my lap during the third period.”
I smile, watching as she lazily wipes away the milk that dribbles down her chin and licks the corner of her mouth. She meets my gaze, smiling back, and I search for something else to say. I guess I’m not ready to say good night. Talking about nothing with her…it’s nice.
“I, uh…told Carter you were my mom.”
Her nose wrinkles. “What?”
“When you sent me that picture,” I clarify. “I couldn’t even talk, and he didn’t see it or anything, but he asked me who I was texting and I…”
Her eyes glitter with her grin. It’s big and cocky, exclusively Beckett. “Said I was your mom.”
“My brain shut off. It almost always does when you’re involved.”
My head snaps as the door beeps, opens partway, and then promptly slams against the swing lock.
“What the fuck?” Adam jiggles the handle, shoving against the lock. “Did you lock me out, you fucker?”
“It was an accident!” I scramble off the bed, pulling my pants up with one hand. I trip for the second time tonight, nearly faceplanting in the mess I made. “Hang on a sec!”
Jennie shakes with laughter, hand clamped over her mouth, and I shoot her a look.
“Night, sunshine,” I whisper.
She winks. “Night, Gare-Bear.”
I shove my phone into my pocket, smooth my hand down my chest for no reason at all, then open the door. Adam stands there, brows high on his forehead, and I’m already coming up with excuses in my head.
Then he steps forward, tumbles into me, and I realize he’s drunk as fuck.
He peels his clothes off on the way. “Can I have some cookies?” He nabs the package and jar off my bedside table, not waiting for a response.
He stops abruptly, gaze falling to the ruined carpet. The tips of my ears burn.
I scratch my neck as Adam stares at me. “Uh, that’s…I was…well, see, I was—”
“I don’t even wanna know.” He wobbles by, shaking my cookie butter in my face. “This is mine now, ’cause I’m not gonna tell anyone about that. Deal?”
Fucking deal.