Page 50 of Heart Like Yours
“If you needed relief, all you had to do was ask.” Garrett leans against doorframe, his eyes unwavering from my hand between my thighs, and licks his lips.
Swallowing thickly, I somehow manage to speak. “The toy gets the job done just as well as you did.”
Garrett smirks and when he crosses the room, my cheeks finally burn with embarrassment for being caught. I’m about to close my legs and turn off my vibrator when he reaches the end of the bed and stops me.
“Why settle for just getting the job done?” He wraps a hand around my ankle and pulls me down the mattress. I squeal, scrambling and finally removing the toy to help me balance, but Garrett just reaches up with his free hand to pluck it from my grasp. “Two is better than one, after all.”
I barely have time to process what’s happening as Garrett kneels on the edge of the mattress. The sound of my heavy breaths fills the room as he drags the toy through my folds. My head drops to the mattress. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I came in here, but I’m not one to punch a gift horse in the face.
He takes over control, expertly thrusting and bringing me higher than I could. His free hand slips up my T-shirt to cup my breast. When he pinches my nipple, my back arches off the bed and incoherent sounds of approval spill from my lips. At thefeeling of his mouth on my clit while he continues his motions, an orgasm rips free, shocking the hell out of me. Garrett hums, slowing but not stopping as he draws out my pleasure.
I reach down and gently push his head away from my clit with a mumbled “too much.”
Blood pounds heavily in my ears as he chuckles, kissing my inner thigh, then my hip. He trails wet kisses up my stomach and ribs, all while continuing to work the toy inside me. When he wraps his lips around my nipple, I almost combust on the spot again.
As if he can tell, Garrett pushes up until he’s kneeling between my thighs again. He pulls the toy until just the tip rests inside of me before slowly setting it down to rest. He meets my curious gaze and raises a brow.
“Don’t move,” Garrett demands before pushing off the bed and leaving the room. The vibrations at my entrance are enough to leave me shaking and desperate. After a few seconds, I’m almost tempted to reach down and push it back in, but somehow, I resist.
By the time Garrett returns holding up a condom, I have a death grip on the comforter to keep myself from moving.
“Look at you,” he praises in a low voice that has me clenching in response and the toy slips free. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“Garrett,” I groan. “Please.”
While he makes quick work of removing his pants and rolls on the condom, I grab the toy and tease it around my clit.
“Anything for you, Sweetheart,” he promises and steps back between my thighs at the end of the mattress.
He hooks a hand under one of my thighs and wraps it around his hip. Slowly, he works the head of his hard cock along my entrance and the teasing build-up for what’s about to happen brings me to the edge once more.
When he finally starts to push in, we both groan in unison. He pauses, holding my hips still and letting out a staggered breath. I glance down, finding he’s barely even halfway, and try to move, but he tightens his grip to keep me in place. I clench around him, his name spilling from my lips.
“Fuck, Paige. If you keep doing that, I’m going to embarrass myself very quickly.”
I shake my head, squirming against his hold and managing to slide another inch of him inside me. “I’m close. Please, Garrett. Please just…”
He snaps his hips forward, making my back leave the mattress.
“Your pussy is fucking heaven.” He groans, torturously pulling out before slamming back in.
Sounds I didn’t even know I was capable of making escape as he finally fucks me, finding a perfect pace. My fingers tingle, the reminder I needed that I’m holding a vibrator.
Pleasure builds and I know I’m seconds away from coming. Garrett lifts my hips, tilting me as he thrusts back in. My walls pulse around him when he hits at a new angle, triggering the start of my release. Black dots dance in the corners of my eyes and I time it so when the next time he pushes forward, I slip the vibrator underneath his cock and press it to his balls.
“Holy shit.” He gasps, his whole body shuddering as he slams in one last time before he’s spilling his own release.
Garrett drops my leg and sets me back on the bed as he reaches between us to take the toy from my hand. He turns it off, tosses it to the side, and drops his forehead to my shoulder while we catch our breath.
“The next time you need relief,” Garrett says when he finally starts to remove himself, “you come to my bed.”
GARRETT
“Do you need anything else from me?” Gwen asks from the doorway. I glance at the time, shocked to find that it’s already after six.
“Did you add the meeting with Dalton Security to the calendar?” I ask.
It’s been three weeks since Paige started staying with me. Every time we think that we’re in the clear, some determined reporter will manage to find us, which always leads to more following suit. Everyone had expected the craze to blow over after a week or two, but nothing changed.