8. Garrett
GARRETT
I’ve damn near tapped a hole in my jeans by the time Samson and Theo finally leave. Normally, I’d be thrilled with the sultry, dangerous riff playing in my mind like a seductive mistress.
Unfortunately, I only have eyes for my wife.
While her eyes are fixed on her phone, I move quietly, stalking toward her like a predator in the grass until I’m standing behind her, my hands dropping to her hips.
If she’s surprised, she doesn’t show it, tossing the device to the counter before leaning her head back on my shoulder and wrapping one arm behind my neck.
“This seems promising,” she murmurs, her other hand gripping my thigh as I slide my palms up and under her shirt.
“You made me wait all day,” I growl, her expensive perfume wrapping around me as memories of Vegas come rushing back.
My lips on her skin.
My tongue lapping at the sweetness between her thighs.
“Have you been this hard all day?” she asks, pushing her ass against my groin, my dick hard and ready to take her fast and deep.
Just the way she likes it.
“Feels like it.”
Undoing the clasp, hidden button, and zipper of her slacks, I’m nearly out of my mind when I slip my hand inside the material and curse.
Because she’s bare.
It wasn’t a taunt—she was fucking pantyless the entire goddamn day as we ate breakfast and talked logistics, and God, she’s wet.
The heel of my palm grinds against her clit as I sink two fingers inside her, loving the way she arches into my touch and gasps at my invasion.
“I need you ready for my cock,” I tell her, pumping my fingers as I knead her breast through her clothes like I don’t have an entire house to have her sprawled out and naked.
Dammit.
“Do you remember how to use it?” Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she bucks her hips, chasing her orgasm, her arousal dripping and coating my hand—and what I wouldn’t give for that to be my face right now.
“I know exactly how to use it—especially when it comes to you.”
“Debatable.”
“You wouldn’t still be my wife if you thought otherwise.”
“I’ll let that one slide,” she breathes before her walls clench around me and she cries out, enjoying every wave of pleasure that washes over her.
She’s gorgeous like this.
Stunning.
And pliable for the time being.
That was my favorite part of our time in Vegas—this sweet and sexy vixen that allowed me to worship her body and fuck her until she was boneless and completely spent.
“Please tell me that was a warm-up,” she mumbles, her hand still possessively gripping my neck even though she’s retracted her claws.
My chuckle is low and throaty as I grind my length against her ass. “Yeah, baby, I wanna see how much more you can take.”
EMERSON
I let Garrett carry me upstairs, my legs wrapped around his waist and my fingers in his hair, yanking at the strands as he grunts and groans, his grip on me tightening as he moves.
Moments like these make me forget about everything we have to deal with outside these walls.
I’ve never wanted to settle down, let alone see someone long-term, but with Garrett, I can definitely see the appeal.
When he drops me on the mattress, I whip my shirt off and then shimmy up the bed.
“Strip,” I command, giving him a thorough once-over.
“Here I thought you’d let me take the lead.”
“Not a chance, Rockstar.”
I make a show of propping myself up on one elbow as Garrett grabs the back of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head, revealing every glorious ab muscle as the hem creeps up.
He really is delicious, a fact that I’m certain he’s aware of as he drops his shirt to the floor with a wolfish smirk. It’s probably foolish to be this involved—this comfortable—with him, but right now, I can’t find it in me to care.
If I have to be married to Garrett North, I think I should be able to enjoy all the perks.
Shifting his weight, he drags his palm torturously slow from his chest to his belt, his hand fisting the clasp before he works it open with the same seductive pace. It’s mesmerizing and exactly what I need tonight—that teasing anticipation and the way he gets off on pleasing me.
It’s a heady combination.
Pausing to make sure he has my attention, Garrett licks his lips and then snags the bottom one with his teeth before ripping the leather through the belt loops.
God damn, he’s sexy.
Unable to continue being a spectator, I roll onto my hands and knees and crawl across the bed, letting my hips sway as I go. His grunt of appreciation has me drenched, the tension between us palpable.
It shouldn’t be this hot.
But thank fuck it is.
At the edge, I ease one foot onto the floor and then the other, cupping his erection through his jeans as I press my body against his.
“I thought you wanted to watch.”
“Plans changed.”
“And what is it you need, Miss Andrews?” Deft fingers unclip my bra, his palms sliding under it as it moves down my arms.
I squeeze him harder, loving the way he rocks into my touch and the little noises that he can’t hold back. “You’re awfully accommodating,” I muse, popping the button on his jeans, my heart racing as he sucks in a breath.
“Just trying to keep my wife happy.”
“And what about you?” I drag out the words along with the zipper until it’s as far down as it can go, finally ditching my bra before dropping to my knees.
Garrett’s soft laugh is full of disbelief, the sound turning almost animalistic as I pull his boxers and jeans to his knees. “You’re fucking wild, Em; there’s not a whole lot I wouldn’t try with you and—fuck.”
The curse is the result of me licking up the entire underside of his shaft, my hand wrapped around the base as I take him slowly into my mouth. His cock is heavy on my tongue, and I love the mouthful he provides.
Apparently, he likes it too.
His expression is unhinged as I slide up and down him, sucking and licking and knowing how he likes my lips painted red.
It’s intoxicating.
“If you want me to fuck you, Em, you gotta stop.” The words are pained, the muscles of his legs flexed and tense, making the black tribal tattoos marking his thighs dance as he tries to maintain control.
“That was barely a taste.” I pout, sucking the head of his cock into my mouth one last time before standing.
“I’ve been half hard for you all fucking day,” he grits out, struggling to take his pants off the rest of the way as I lie back on the bed and remove mine with far less issue. “You get off on edging me,” he growls, ripping the condom open from his jeans and rolling it down his length.
“You’re not wrong, and it’s hot as hell watching you trying to keep yourself in control.”
Stalking over to the bed, he doesn’t hesitate, the mattress dipping with his weight as he covers me with his body. Like we’ve been doing it for years, I wrap my legs around his waist as he thrusts inside me, burying himself so deep I gasp and arch into him.
“Fuck, I missed your pussy.”
“I need you hard and fast, Garrett. I need—”
I cry out in relief as Garrett thrusts into me over and over, the sound of our skin slapping as the headboard rattles and he grunts, praising me until I shatter.
The orgasm is violent, stunning, unstoppable as it moves through me. Days of pent-up frustration and exhaustion and rage all coming to the surface as Garrett fucks me through it, the intensity ratcheting up with his own desperation.
My name is a roar as he comes. His face masked with pleasure, his eyelids squeezed shut as his cock jerks inside me, his body vibrating as he rides out his release.
Perfection.
I want to weep at the relief coursing through my veins, my body undoubtedly sated after being used so thoroughly.
Garrett collapses on top of me, his face buried in my hair as he tries to catch his breath, and I let my legs fall to the mattress. I needed this—needed him.
But I’ll never admit that out loud.
We’re temporary.
And there’s no reason to pretend otherwise.