Chapter 27
“What were you saying about Tristan?” Garrett asked, pausing mid-rub to dip his fingertips in the ointment that his brother, Aidan, came up with to help the men in his family through nights like this.
“That he’s my favorite character,” Kristen said, nodding solemnly against the comforter only to end up releasing a moan as her hands fisted in the comforter while he worked the muscles in her calves.
“I bet he is,” Garrett murmured, taking his time moving his hands over her calves and slowly made his way up to the back of her knees and-
“Oh, God...”
-began working the muscles in her thighs, the move causing his fingertips to slide beneath the hem of the large tee-shirt that ended just above her knees. He paused to dip his fingertips in the small tin of ointment and rubbed them together as a thought occurred to him.
One that had him swallowing hard as he knelt there, taking in the soft curve of her ass through his old tee-shirt and nearly fucking groaned.
For a moment, he debated grabbing a pair of his boxers for her only to decide against it since he would still have to slide his hands beneath the material anyway.
That left a towel, but since it wouldn’t cover her any more than a shirt would, he rubbed the ointment between his hands before he reached back down and slid his hands beneath the hem of her shirt and-
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” the small woman, who had no idea what she was doing to him, said, groaning into the comforter as he took his time working her muscles loose.
“Do you want me to rub your back?” Garrett asked as he slowly moved his hands up the back of her thighs, massaging her thighs as he went until his fingertips brushed against the soft curve of her ass.
“Do you want to live?” she countered, making his lips twitch.
“Then, I’m going to need you to take off your shirt,” he said, only to add, “I’ll lay the shirt across your hips so that I won’t see anything,” when she went still.
“Close your eyes,” Kristen said after a slight hesitation.
“Closing them,” Garrett said, closing his eyes as he listened to the small grunts, groans, and muttered curses while she pulled her shirt off.
“Here,” Kristen said as he felt the bunched-up material shoved into his hand. Keeping his eyes closed, he shook out the shirt and carefully laid it over her before he opened his eyes and adjusted the large tee-shirt, folding it in half so that it only covered her bottom.
“You may continue,” she said, gesturing regally with her hand for him to get on with it before she folded her arms beneath her head and released a soft sigh.
He dipped his fingertips in the small tin again before he rubbed his hands together and-
“Oh, God...”
-tore another moan from her lips as he took his time massaging her back. He started at the small of her back and slowly worked the muscles loose before he slid his hands up her back, the move forcing him to straddle her thighs.
He moved his hands over her shoulders, down her arms and back again. He-
“So, what’s the plan?” Kristen asked on a soft groan as he worked the muscles running down her spine loose with his thumbs.
“And what plan is that?” Garrett asked, unable to believe just how soft her skin was.
“The one you have to make me fall in love with you,” she said, releasing a soft sigh that had his gaze flickering to her face to find her eyes closed.
“Who says I have a plan?” he asked, watching her lips twitch.
“You always have a plan,” Kristen pointed out as he focused his attention back on what he was doing, watching as his hands moved over her skin.
“Do I?” he drawled, moving his hands over her lower back.
“You never do anything without a plan,” she pointed out as he reached for the small tin.
“Is that a problem?” Garrett asked as he sent her a questioning look.
“It’s one of my favorite things about you,” Kristen said with a warm smile that had him swallowing hard.
“Is it, now?” Garrett asked as he dipped his fingertips in the thick ointment before he rubbed it between his palms, warming the soft ointment that felt like silk before he placed his hands back on Kristen and tore another soft moan from her.
“Mmmhmmm,” Kristen murmured, nodding as he moved his hands over her, once again starting at the small of her back before he moved his hands to her sides.
“If I did have a plan,” he began only to have her cut him off.
“You do,” she said, making him chuckle.
“Then, it’s safe to say that I did my research,” Garrett said, working his hands along her ribs, the move causing his fingertips to brush along the sides of her breasts.
“Meaning?”
“That I know everything that I need to know to make you fall in love with me,” Garrett said, running his hands back down her sides, over the small of her back, and between her shoulders.
“I see,” Kristen murmured, sounding thoughtful. “And how did you come across this plethora of knowledge?”
“Your books,” Garrett said, working his hands over her shoulders.
“My books?” she asked, lips twitching as he continued running his hands over her.
“Mmmhmm,” Garrett murmured as he leaned down and pressed his lips against the back of her neck, unable to help himself.
“And what exactly did you learn from reading my books?” she asked on a soft sigh as he kissed the side of her neck.
“Everything that I need to make you fall in love with me,” Garrett whispered in her ear.
“What else did you learn?” Kristen asked as he watched her hands fist around the comforter.
“Everything that you like, hate, and love and all those things that you crave,” Garrett said, kissing the back of her neck again as he thought about all of those things that he’d learned from reading her books.
In every book, there was something different, something that she wrote just for that character, but there were small details that were in every book, hints of what she liked, hated, and of all those things that she wanted but didn’t know how to put into words.
“And you learned all that from reading my books?” Kristen asked as he pressed his lips against the back of her neck.
“Yes,” Garrett said, forcing himself to sit up and-
“Show me.”