22. Garret #2
She lowered herself onto me and we both groaned at the sensation as she sank, taking me inch by inch until I was as deep as I could go and her slick folds clenched around me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she buried her face against my shoulder, sucking and nipping at my neck.
"You feel so good." I gripped her hips and helped guide her movements as she started rocking against me. "Always so perfect for me."
"Mmm, yes." She lifted her head to kiss me again, her tongue sliding against mine while she rode me. "Yes, please…"
There was something desperate in the way she moved, like she was trying to crawl inside my skin and stay there.
I didn't understand it but I wasn't going to question it.
All I knew was that she needed this and I was going to give her everything she wanted every day for the rest of my life if she let me.
"That's it." I could feel her starting to tighten around me already.
"Take what you need from me, baby. Use my body to please yourself.
" Her pace picked up and her breathing became ragged.
She was close and I wanted to feel her fall apart.
My hand slid between us to find her swollen nub and I rubbed circles around it while she continued grinding against me.
"Garret," she panted, eyes wide as she looked up at me. "I'm gonna?—"
"Do it." I pressed harder with my fingers, feeling how swollen her clit was. "Come for me right now."
Her whole body went rigid and she grunted as her release crashed through her.
I felt her pulsing around me, squeezing me tight while she shook in my arms. I kept moving through it, drawing out her pleasure until she was gasping and clinging to me.
Her pussy throbbed and her tits arched into my chest. With her neck rolled back and her hair dangling behind her, she looked like a goddess.
Then she slowed, rolling her hips languidly as her slick moisture continued to coat me and run down my balls.
I continued to guide her movements as her head lolled forward, forehead resting on my shoulder, and she bit my neck hard.
"You didn't come," she mumbled, so softly I could've missed it had my senses not been heightened.
"Oh you think I'm done with you that easy?" I felt her smile against my skin as I said, "Stand up." I lifted her off me and she whimpered at the loss but obeyed. "I'm not done with you yet."
She stood on shaky legs and I positioned her in front of me, spreading her thighs with my hands. I could see how swollen and wet she was, glistening in the fading light, and I wanted to taste her.
"What are you doing?" She looked down at me with wide eyes.
"Taking care of you." I leaned forward and dragged my tongue through her folds, tasting both of us mixed together. The minute my stubble scraped over her sensitive flesh she jolted and jerked.
"Oh, God," she groaned as her hands went to my hair, gripping tightly as her knees threatened to buckle.
I held her steady with my hands on her thighs while I worked her with my mouth.
She was sensitive from her first release and every touch of my tongue made her gasp and jerk.
I focused on the small bundle of nerves at her apex, sucking and licking until she was trembling.
"I can't." She tried to push me away but I held her firmly in place. "It's too much."
"You can." I looked up at her while continuing to work her with my tongue. "Give me another one."
Her head fell back and she moaned as I lifted her right leg to drape over my arm, spreading her so I had more room to enjoy her juices.
I could feel her legs shaking and I knew she was close again.
My tongue moved faster and I added two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made her see stars.
"Garret, please." She was begging now and I loved the sound of it. "I need?—"
I growled as her pussy clamped down on my fingers.
The second orgasm hit her before she could finish the sentence.
Her left knee went weak and she used her arms on my shoulders to keep herself upright as her body convulsed and twitched.
I worked her through it until she was pushing at my head, too sensitive to take anymore.
It was intoxicating knowing I did this to her.
"I want you back inside me." She pulled me up by my shirt and kissed me hard and I could feel the moisture from my beard smear on her chin and cheeks.
Every second of this was better than I could've hoped for. Her hands roaming over my clothes, the way she tore my shirt off and tossed it aside, then stroked me again, soaking up each second as if they were our last.
"Bend over," I coached, turning her and pressing my hand on her back until her holes were exposed and her hands splayed on the stone I'd been seated on.
"Mmm, you ready?" I asked, gripping her hips. Sara groaned and I took it as my permission to push into her. I slid in and started moving, building a rhythm that had her grinding back to meet each thrust.
"Harder." She looked back at me over her shoulder. "Come on, make me feel it."
I gave her what she wanted, driving into her with enough force that the sound of our bodies meeting echoed across the creek. She was making these desperate little sounds with each thrust and I could feel her starting to tighten around me again.
"Touch yourself." I was getting close and I wanted her to come with me this time. "Make yourself come around me."
Her hand slipped between her legs and I could feel her fingers working while I continued pounding into her. The added sensation of her touching herself while I was inside her pushed me closer to the edge.
"I'm so close." She turned her head to look at me again. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
"Are you kidding?" I could feel my release building at the base of my spine. "Yeah, that’s it…"
Her third orgasm triggered mine. I felt her clenching and pulsing around me and it was enough to send me over the edge.
I buried myself deep and came hard, my whole body going rigid as I emptied inside her.
Pulse after searing pulse of release throbbed through me flooding her until it drained out of her body and down her thigh.
I glided in and out of her a few more times before she stood on unsteady feet and leaned back against me, forcing my dick to slide out.
I wrapped my arms around her as her head fell back on my chest, then kissed the top of her head.
Then my lips found the curve of her neck and lingered there, tasting the salt on her skin while my thumbs traced slow circles on her hips.
"Come on," I muttered against her ear. "Let's get in the water."
I pulled back and kicked off my boots, then peeled my cut and shirt off.
Sara tugged off her shirt, then her bra and socks.
And then she let me guide her down the bank and into the shallows.
The water was cool enough to raise goosebumps across her thighs as we waded in to our knees, and she sucked in a breath but didn't pull away.
When we waded far enough to find a deeper spot that had us waist deep and sinking in the mud, she turned to face me.
My hands cupped the water and brought it up over her skin, washing her clean while she stood with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes fixed on the current.
She was too quiet. The tears had stopped but she was still weighted down. Her posture wasn't the posture of a woman who'd just been told she could have what she'd been waiting for.
"Talk to me." My hands rested on her hips as I pressed kisses to her forehead and temples. "You're not happy about this?"
"My heart is thrilled, Garret." Her voice was thin and tired. "This is everything I've wanted. You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say those things."
"Then what's wrong?"
She looked down at the water swirling around our legs. "I built a life in St. Louis. Danny and Andy need me on the crew, and when Dad's affairs are settled, I have to go back. I can't stay here." It hurt that she couldn't even look at me as she said those words.
I knew this was a possibility when I prepared what I would say to her, and while I’d never make her stay here or try to make her feel guilty for leaving, she had to understand my stance. I raised my hand and pushed some hair off her face, then cupped her cheek and kissed her lips softly.
"Baby, I can't leave Grove Hill. The MC, my commitment to Fox, the shop—everything I have is here. You know that."
"I know." Her chin dropped and she rested her head on my chest. It wasn't easy to read her when she was like this.
"I just thought you'd be happy. I thought this was what you wanted." My thumbs stroked soft lines on her hips as I waited for her to respond.
"I am happy, Garret. I told you. It is what I want…" She looked up at me and her eyes were glassy again. "I'm just telling you the truth about my life. I can't let Danny and Andy down. They depend on me. The crew depends on me. It's literally my job."
My hand found the side of her face and my thumb brushed across her cheekbone. The frustration burning through my chest fought against the tenderness of touching her, and neither one won. She leaned into my palm and closed her eyes and for a second the whole conversation paused.
"We'll figure it out," I told her.
"How?"
"I don't know yet. But we will." I didn't fight this long to give up now. If I had to drive to St Louis five times a month and take her on real dates or move halfway between so I could be in both places more easily I would.
She opened her eyes and studied my face, searching for something she could hold onto. My mouth found hers again but this time I felt desperate—to hold on to this, to convince her it was worth risking her family being upset. To make her believe me when I said I would figure it out.
Her wet hands came up to rest on my chest and my arm draped her waist and pulled her closer until her body pressed flush against mine.
"I'm not losing you again," I murmured against her lips. "Whatever it takes."
Her fingers curled against my chest and she kissed me back, and the sadness in it made my stomach ache because I could feel her wanting to believe me and not quite getting there.
Then a rumble came from the east and I knew it was the guys coming back from whatever trouble Lightning had gotten them into this time. We were far enough off the road and well-hidden enough I knew they'd never see us, besides it was growing dark now too.
But Sara's whole body stiffened, her spine board straight. Her hands flattened on my chest and shoved, and she turned toward the bank with her eyes wide and her breathing shallow, like a scared animal trying to run away from a predator.
"I have to go," she snipped. "I have to go right now."
"Sara, stop." My arms caught her before she could climb out of the water. "That's the club coming back. That's my guys. You're safe."
But it was like she wasn't hearing me. Her body shook against mine and her eyes darted toward the road.
"Hey." My hands framed her face and held it steady. "Look at me. You're safe. Nobody's going to touch you while you're with me."
Something was wrong with this reaction. And after hearing Lightning warn me off seeing her, I knew it had to do with him.
"What's wrong, baby? What are you scared of?" I asked as her tears crested and fell.