67. Emma
Chapter Sixty-Seven
EMMA
C ollecting the dishes on the table, Emma said a prayer of thanks that Garrett didn’t keep a permanent maid on staff. Tonight would have been ten times more awkward with an audience.
Garrett hugged her from behind. “Hey,” he muttered into her hair.
Emma closed her eyes and leaned against him. “Hey. Are they settled?”
“Yeah. They’re curled up in front of the TV with a bowl of kettle corn and Stella’s favorite princess movie.”
“ Moana again?” Stella had been watching that movie on a loop for the last week.
“No, the one with the long magic hair.”
Stella’s favorite movie had changed again, and she’d missed it?
Emma hung her head. “I should know that.”
“Nah.” Garrett took the last dish from her, setting it on top of the stack. “It shifts every few days. So do the names of her favorite stuffed animals because Stella herself forgets what they are. Once that stops, then we can feel bad about forgetting them—because we will. We’re human. It’s inevitable.”
She groaned. “That doesn’t make me feel better. ”
It also didn’t sound like the man who had been cramming parenting books like he was studying for finals.
“I know. But that’s normal too.” Garrett raised his hands and began to rub her shoulders. “I know tonight was upsetting, but I think it’s a good thing that Stella is comfortable enough to fight with us.”
Twisting at the waist, she made big eyes at him.
“I’m serious,” he insisted. “She’s brave and she stands her ground. The parenting books say that’s the sort of thing we should encourage.”
The corner of her mouth lifted, but it wasn’t a smile. “Somehow, I doubt they meant letting your kid scream out their feelings.”
“No. That part we’ll have to work on,” he acknowledged. “Not that I blame her. There’s been a few times I wanted to scream about all of this too.”
Emma turned, standing on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. She pressed her face into his chest, mumbling against his pecs. “It’s a lot. But she was overdue for a meltdown.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “After the sitter, the next thing on the list will be finding that therapist.”
Emma was about to tell him that he’d done just fine without one, but what the hell, it couldn’t hurt. She could use the guidance. And, as they saw tonight, Mariana might have been parenting longer, but she wasn’t going to have all the answers. Especially when the problem stemmed from the fact she used to claim Stella was hers.
Garrett returned her embrace and then some. She pulled back when his hands began to roam in a distinctly non-comforting way.
She lifted his head to tease him when he cupped the back of her neck. His mouth covered hers aggressively, his hold growing possessive.
Emma broke away, concerned at the increasing desperation of his touch. “Garrett, what’s wrong?”
“I…” He was panting, his face flushed. “I…”
She cupped his face. “What is it? You can tell me.”
“I am not jealous.”
Bewildered, she flattened her hands on his chest. “Of who?”
“Our kids. ”
Emma raised her brows and laughed a little hysterically. “I know you mean Stella, but under the circumstances, can you please confirm that we do not have more children?”
His cheeks tightened with chagrin. “We don’t. It just hits me sometimes—Stella is always going to be our priority. She and whatever other children we have. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“But?”
He stared at her for a long moment. “But we just found each other again. And we didn’t get a whole lot of time alone together before we became parents.”
Garrett dropped his hands before changing his mind. He reached for her, gripping her waist tight. “I’m a selfish bastard.”
Oh, Garrett.
She pressed a kiss chin. “You are always going to be the most important man in my life. I love you.”
He slid his hands down her body before lifting and setting her on the thick glass surface of the dining room table.
“I love you, too. Never doubt that… especially after what I’m going to do next.”
“And what’s that?”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “Some very dirty things.”
Emma snickered, but it turned into a moan when he reached under her skirt to remove her panties, stroking her expertly as he went. He stuffed them in his pocket before moving between her legs.
She opened her arms, trying to embrace all of him.
“How long is that Disney movie?” she murmured, the languorous heat spreading as he gathered the midnight fall of her hair and wrapped it around his fist.
“Not long enough. Let’s make the most of it,” Garrett used the handhold to tilt her neck to the side, exposing the length of it for his mouth.
Emma’s eyes were threatening to roll into the back of her head. She leaned into his embrace, revealing more of her neck and pressing her breasts into his chest.
It was like she flipped a switch. Garrett started tearing at her clothes, pulling the sides of her black wrap dress like he was opening a present.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tugging her bra straps down. He didn’t even bother to undo the lacy confection. He simply pushed it down to her waist, out of his way.
Garrett’s large hands covered her bare breasts. Lips parting, she arched like a cat, her empty sheath tightening in response.
Her hands went to his zipper. He pulled away just far enough to watch her undo his pants. The sound he made when her hands released his hard length sent a pulse through her that dampened her panties.
She started to wiggle out of them, but Garrett pulled them to one side, fitting his length to her entrance.
“Too fast?” he asked, stroking the head of his cock against her clit.
“ No .” Emma’s fingers dug into his back as he pulled her to the edge of the table and began to penetrate her.
Crying out, her legs squeezed around his hips. His thick cock surged, stretching the snug walls of her sheath to their limit.
“You’re so wet, baby. It’s so good.” Garrett pressed closer, beginning to fuck her in earnest, rocking in and out.
His mouth skittered across her hairline, the kisses interrupted because he wouldn’t stop, his thrusts just this side of frantic.
Emma didn’t care, even though he’d gone from zero to sixty in nothing flat. No, it didn’t matter because she’d caught his urgency. He was the only one who could do that to her, turn her on so fast and so hard it was like she was burning.
Her breath was ragged as she clutched at him, trying to envelop as much of him as she could. “More,” she panted. “Please, more.”
His muscular body pushed against her, the cloth of his still buttoned shirt abrading her nipples and breasts.
“You never need to ask.” Garrett pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of her lips, tracing a line with the tip of his tongue to her ear. Emma squirmed, laughing and clenching around him at the same time.
He groaned as Emma squirmed, adding an undulation to try and caress him as best she could .
“It tickles,” she whispered, giggling when his whiskers rubbed against the sensitive skin next to her ear.
Growling, he lunged, taking her earlobe between his teeth.
“This won’t but it may throb.” His hand slipped between them, his thumb pressing firmly on her clit and rubbing.
Emma gasped, her nails digging into his shirt, her heart picking up in time with Garrett’s ministrations.
“That’s right, baby,” he said between ragged breaths as her head fell back. “Just lie back and take the pleasure your man gives you. Because this one’s for you. The next one though—that’s when I’m going to ask for too much from you. But you’ll give it to me anyway.”
He punctuated his words with an extra-deep thrust. Shivering, she cried out as her orgasm splintered her into pieces.
Garrett held her close while she sobbed and shook in his arms. When the last spasm died, he grinned at her, slowly pumping in and out one more time.
“You didn’t come.”
He usually didn’t hold back, letting her orgasm carry him over the edge too. But she knew that look in his eye. She was in trouble.
His hand cupped her cheek. “Remember when I said I’d ask for too much?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
Emma was already stripped bare. She stared at him, all her heart, everything she felt for him shining there. No shields or defenses.
“There is nothing you can ask for that I wouldn’t give you.”
His head drew back, his teeth worrying his lower lip for a moment. “Keep that in mind.”
Withdrawing, he reversed course, taking her hands to help her hop off the table.
She expected him to lead her to their bedroom before he put his hands on her shoulders and bent her over the table.
Emma turned her head. “I know you’re excited, but we have done this before.”
Garrett didn’t smile like she expected. “Not like this,” he rasped.
He put a hand on the back of her neck, turning her face down. She was looking at the polished floorboards when he moved, crawling underneath the table.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her view blocked by the width of his shoulders. Garrett crawled back a few steps, revealing his phone.
The camera app was open, her face and bare breasts reflected in the little screen. Garrett met her eyes before turning back to the phone and adjusting the zoom until only her face and the top of her décolletage were visible.
“No one but me will ever see this—I swear it,” he vowed through the glass before getting to his feet.
Emma should have said no. But Garrett had never asked her for something like this. And she believed him when he said no one else would ever see it. His word was solid.
Speaking of…
Another giggle escaped which earned her a low rumble from Garrett. He put his hand on her bare back, pressing the rock-hard length against the silkiness of her cheeks.
“So, this is funny,” he said, his fingers leaving a trail of tingling skin in his wake. “But it might not be as hilarious in a minute.”
With that, he entered her in a long smooth stroke. Emma’s lips parted, all her nervous hilarity dying.
She caught sight of herself on the small screen below. The woman on the screen didn’t look like her. Yes, she wore her face. But this sex goddess with the sharp sexual awareness in her eyes could have been a stranger.
And then Garrett withdrew, pumping back. He began to fuck her at a steady pace, each stroke punctuated with an audible slap.
The tiny Emma stared up from her phone screen. Even at that size, she could see herself, skin pink with a telltale rosy blush, kiss-swollen lips open as she panted, an animal reduced to nothing but sensation.
Stroke after stroke, she watched herself being pleasured. But Garrett had her pinned down, so she could barely move.
Emma wanted to give as much as she got but had to do it with tiny motions of her hips, as much as he allowed. That and her interior muscles, which she was using to great effect judging from his groans .
The first spank surprised her. “Bad girl,” he rasped.
He was close, she could tell, so she squeezed him again and was rewarded with another spank.
Garrett pulled her back off the table another inch, just enough to work a hand between her pussy and the edge of the table. He began to work her clit in time with his thrusts, making her cry aloud.
Emma forgot she was being recorded. She forgot everything except Garrett’s heat at her back and the hard length of him pounding into her.
Hands flat on the glass, she turned her head to face the camera. She could no longer see it, but this wasn’t for her. Her lips formed the words so he would see them later. The same three, over and over again, claiming him even as he did the same to her.
Her body was burning, pulsing with his every push and pull when he pressed close, grinding and shouting. His cock throbbed, hot seed spurting inside her as he came. A few more strained hard thrusts and she was coming too, that hot tight knot at her core exploding in wave after wave of pure bliss.
When she recovered, she was face down on the table, the glass too fogged for her to see. There was cold at her back and a shadow of movement under the table. The phone dinged as Garrett stopped the recording. Then he put the phone in his pocket before picking her up and carrying her to their room.
An hour later, after a long session in bed, he showered and went downstairs so he could carry their daughter to bed too.