CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Garrick
I have never been so hard in my life. And it has never taken longer to get from the resort back to my parents’ house. I’m pretty sure we went through some kind of time warp on the way here and it actually took three hours instead of fifteen minutes.
I park the truck in front of the house and look over at Blue, whose hand is still on my thigh, where it’s been creeping ever higher since we got into the truck.
She looks back at me with every bit as much desire as I feel right now.
Damn, her lips are kissable.
“Race you to the house?”
She’s out of the truck before the last word has left my mouth.
The laugh that bursts from me feels like the freedom of childhood, but the excitement I feel about catching her is one hundred percent adult and x-rated.
Blue’s laughing so hard she can barely catch her breath when I reach her. I don’t let her catch it. I press her against the front door and kiss her upturned lips until she melts against me, all laughter forgotten.
I punch in the code on the keypad while I’m kissing her and push us both inside.
I don’t even get the door closed before Blue gasps and pitches backward.
Trying to catch her, I fall with her, realizing only as we hit the hardwood floor that we’re falling over my dog.
“Are you okay?” I pull Blue onto me as Barry stands over us and whines.
“I banged my elbow pretty good, but I’m fine otherwise.” Blue twists to look back at Barry and immediately climbs off me to wrap herself around the sad-faced mutt.
“We’re okay,” she says into Barry’s fur. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Barry whines one more time before her tail wags and her mouth falls open in a happy pant. I stare at this woman I want in my bed loving on my dog, more concerned for Barry’s feelings than her own injuries, and my chest aches with the most unusual feeling.
I shove it down as unimportant. Leaping to my feet, I do a quick scan of my body and find no fresh injuries. I shove the door closed, pat Barry on the head with a ‘good girl,’ then grab Blue and throw her over my shoulder.
She squeaks in outrage. “What the hell, Evergreen?”
“My family will be back in less than an hour and I want every minute of alone time we can get.”
She relaxes against me. “I’m good with that, but I can walk. I can even run if you’re in that much of a hurry.”
“I’m not risking a second of naked time by putting you on your feet. You haven’t had the best luck getting around on your own today.”
She gasps. “You’re the one who shoved me into your dog.”
“I didn’t see the dog. Still not inclined to taking any chances.” I get to the top of the stairs and take the right turn down the hallway toward the guest room.
It’s taking too damn long, so I pick up my pace into a jog, Blue bouncing on my back.
“Ow. I have ribs and internal organs, Evergreen. Slow down.”
I’m already in the room, so I toss her onto the bed, grinning at the way she bounces. Her knit cap has fallen off somewhere along the way and her pink hair is spread out over the boring gray bedspread, adding the pop of color this room needs so much.
She’s trying to look annoyed, but a smile peeks out under her narrow-eyed glare.
There’s no sexy way to get out of all these layers, but I grab my phone, set it to my favorite playlist, and swivel my hips as I step back over to the bed.
She’s already lost the glare. As I move to the music and unzip my coat, she’s full-on smiling.
“Evergreen,” she says, eyes wide in mock disbelief. “Are you actually fun?”
I swing my coat around my head, giving her an exaggerated sexy pout.
She’s laughing now. Much, much better.
I keep dancing, removing layers one by one and she stops laughing when my top half is bare. “You’re actually not a terrible dancer.”
That surprises me and stops my dance. “Did you assume I would be?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it,” she says. “But I am surprised. Shocked even.”
“Would you like me to stop?”
“Oh, no. I’m enjoying this.”
She sits up and takes off her gloves and coat, getting comfortable for the rest of the show, I assume.
“Just preparing for the lap dance portion of the evening,” she says.
I hadn’t intended to go all the way with this strip tease, I just wanted to make her laugh, but I can’t turn down a challenge from this woman.
I grab her by the ankles and pull her down the bed until she’s sitting on the edge. I straddle her and put my all into a lap dance to end all lap dances.
She laughs for approximately two seconds before she sobers and her eyes heat.
“Am I allowed to touch the dancer?”
“Go ahead,” I say. “I’ll add it to your tab.”
She touches. Boy, does she touch. She doesn’t mess around. She runs her palm over my cock through my jeans whenever I’m close enough to reach, and you better believe I’m hard already. There’s no way I’m not going to be hard when she looks at me with so much lust in her eyes.
And her touch, even through my jeans, is enough to make me forget the show I’m putting on and kiss her.
She kisses me back immediately, popping the button on my jeans and reaching inside to wrap her fingers around my cock. My boxers are still in the way and I don’t want a damn thing between us.
I move away from her and shake my hips while I step out of my sneakers and shove off my jeans.
Blue hoots and whistles like she’s actually at a strip club.
“I wish I had dollar bills to stuff in your panties,” she says, her eyes lit with amusement and lust.
The way she looks at me makes me feel like a god and I want her so badly, it’s getting hard to keep moving to the beat of the music.
Then, she leans back and pulls her sweater and other layers over her head, revealing a tiny lacy bra beneath.
Fuck the dance.
I drop to my knees in front of her and pull the cups of her bra down to reveal her round, perfect tits.
“Hey, now,” she says. “The show’s not over. I want my money’s worth.”
“Oh, you’re definitely going to get your money’s worth.” I tongue one nipple until she’s moaning, then move on to the other. The feel of her in my mouth is better than I’d imagined. I can’t get enough of her. I need more.
I unclasp the bra and pull the straps off her arms. Then I toss it to the side and push her back onto the bed.
“You’re not naked,” she says with a pout. “The striptease isn’t over.”
“I can fix that.” I stand up, give my hips two quick shakes, shove off my boxers and drop back to my knees between her legs.
“Wait. I barely saw anything.”
“You’ll have your chance, don’t worry.” I grab the waistband of her leggings and pull.
She hesitates only a moment before lifting her hips to help me, but that hesitation is all I need to give me pause. I look up at her face. “You still want this?”
“Oh, I definitely want this,” she says. “I’m just not sure I like you being in charge.”
I grin. “You’ll learn to love it.” I get serious just as quickly. “But if there’s anything I do that you don’t like or don’t want, say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Believe me, I’ll let you know. I’m not shy about getting what I want.”
Damn, I like this woman. “Good to know.” I pull off her boots and slide the leggings all the way off. Her legs are long and lean, and she’s not wearing any underwear.
I spread her legs. She’s so wet and ready for me, I almost lose track of my plan to drive her out of her mind before I get my release.
I’m not sure when or if we’ll ever do this again, so I force myself to stay where I am and spread her legs wider.
I swear I see her cunt actually pulse and tasting her is no longer a want, it’s a need.
She tastes sweet and salty and warm, and I would happily take up residence right here and never leave.
She gasps as I spread my tongue flat and lick her, then moans when I suck on her clit. I wish I had more time, because teasing her sounds like my idea of heaven, but my family will not politely leave us alone if we aren’t around when they get back.
I lower my head and get to work, making her feel so good she’s the one addicted to me and my magic mouth.