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He slams into me one last time before he collapses on top of me and stills as his climax consumes him. His cock continues to pulse as he fills the condom. The sensation causes his dick to lightly pulse against my core and it adds to the pleasure of my release.
He rests his head against my shoulder blade and places light kisses across my skin. It’s almost sweet and in complete contrast to the way he fucked me tonight.
“Is that the kind of release you were looking for?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes.” I breathe into his pillow, still struggling to catch my breath.
Then he pushes up on his knees, pulling out of me. I instantly miss the weight of his body over mine. He gives my ass a light slap before he squeezes the cheek. “Next time, I’m going to spank this ass and make it good and red before I fuck you.”
“Oh God,” I groan.
He laughs and leans over me to untie my wrists. The rumbling sound his laugh makes just might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard come from his lips.
“Princess.” He growls into my ear. “The only name I want to hear from your lips when you’re in my bed is Garret. I thought I made that clear.”
Then he slaps my ass harder and climbs out of bed.
Chapter 10
Dirty thoughts are nothing but trouble.
Garret
It’s late when I finally leave my garage and head to the house. Once again, I glance toward the trail that leads through the trees, hoping for a glance at Charlotte. She’s never there, and I can’t see her parents’ house because of all the trees. But I keep looking anyway.
I hate myself a little more every time I look. I never should have given into my desire for her. But when she stepped out of the bathroom like she belonged there, I lost all sense of self-control.
Because I wanted her to belong in my house. I wanted her to be mine.
But she can’t be mine no matter how much I want to claim her, even though the beast lurking inside me says I already have.
It’s been four days since she left my bed, and I haven’t seen her since. Within minutes of fucking her, she scrambled for her clothes and left without so much as a goodbye. She wouldn’t even look at me.
I warned her.
I told her I’d be too much for her, and she didn’t listen. She had to push me until I cracked. And now I’m afraid I’ve pushed her away.
She may have willingly dropped to her knees and let me fuck her mouth, but I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen. I should have locked up the monster inside me—the scarred and damaged man that aches to dominate and own the woman in my bed.
Unfortunately, that monster has his sights on Charlotte Weber.
The one woman I can never have.
And yet I still took her to bed. Now I have to live with the knowledge of how she feels, tastes, and sounds when she comes around my cock.
No matter how much I want her again, I can’t let that happen. She can never know about my past with her deceased sister, or that I could be Rayne’s father.
The time to share that secret has sailed. I’ve completely fucked myself with that one.
I never should have put off telling them. If I had been a good man—the kind Charlotte insists I am—I would have told the Webers about my relationship with Carol from the start. A good man wouldn’t hide from the truth.
What is the truth?
That I don’t know if I’m Rayne’s father, or I know but refuse to let myself accept it?
Sometimes I look at Rayne and I swear I see some of me in her expressions—the way she laughs, the deep furrow in her brow, and even her expressive chocolate brown eyes.
But then I talk myself out of it. Carol was adamant that I was not the only possible sperm donor. She wouldn’t give me details, but she made it sound like there were several possible contenders.