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Page 33 of Taking a King

Control. He's giving up control to me. For Garrett, this is a big deal. I know it is. But I still can't find the right words for what I'd like to tell him. So, I do the only thing I can. I kiss him. I don’t have the answers right now and I’m not sure what will happen tomorrow or next week, but right now, I’m happy. I’m happy just to be here with Garrett’s arms around me and his lips on mine.

It isn’t long before the kiss deepens, taking on a life of its own. What started out as something light and sweet morphs into something dark and hungry. Garrett’s arms tighten around me and I feel him, hard and insistent, against my belly. His mouth trails down to my neck. I tilt my head to the side and my gaze lands on a wooden bench on the opposite side of the pier. It’s far enough from the nearest light that it’s bathed in dark shadows. I doubt I would have seen it at all if I weren’t standing so close to it. I take Garrett’s hand and pull him toward the bench. He looks confused, but he follows.

Once I reach the bench, I sit down. When Garrett moves to sit beside me, I stop him.

“Wait.” I nudge him so he’s standing directly in front of me. “Stand right there.”

It takes him a second to understand. When he does, I see him glance back down the pier, checking to see if there’s anyone around to see us. I feel a hot thrill of excitement at the thought of what we’re about to do. I’ve never been into public sex, but right now the idea has me more than a little turned on. I can feel the dampness between legs as I reach up and slide a hand over the bulge in his pants. Before I can give myself time to chicken out, I unzip his pants and reach inside. I wrap my fingers around his thick length and pull it out.

“Claire?” The question in Garrett’s voice makes me look up to meet his gaze. “What if someone comes?”

I grin at him and wink. “Better keep a lookout.”

Leaning forward, I guide him into my mouth. Garrett lets out a little sigh that’s almost a moan. The sound has me squeezing my thighs together against the shiver of arousal that shoots through me. I swirl my tongue around the head before taking him deeper into my mouth. I move slowly, rhythmically, taking more of him with each bob of my head. I keep my grip on the base of his cock steady, but not too firm.

I can hear Garrett’s breathing speed up and his hips move just a little, thrusting into my mouth just a bit. I make a little noise of appreciation that I know he can feel. His hand goes to my head, but not to direct me. It’s gentle, as if he just wants to touch me.

“Fuck. Claire, you feel so good.”

His words excite me and I take him deeper, my head moving faster. Up and down. In and out. His cock has grown impossibly hard now and I know he’s getting close. I relax my throat and take him even deeper and feel him tense slightly. I keep going, loving the knowledge that this man is entirely at my mercy. I take him down my throat again, holding him there for a few seconds before pulling back.

“Shit,” he rasps.

I pump my hand up and down, milking his cock while focusing my lips and tongue on the sensitive head.

“I’m gonna come,” Garrett warns me in a deep, guttural voice. The sound is sexy enough to send a fresh rush of moisture to my already damp panties.

I take him back into my mouth as he erupts, shooting hot jets of come into my mouth. I swallow down every drop until he’s totally spent. I give his softening cock one last kiss before I lean back and meet his gaze. Garrett’s chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath. I smile up at him before reaching up to gently tuck his dick back inside his pants and zip them back up.

“Just so you know,” I tell him as we walk back down the pier. “I don’t normally do that on a first date.”

Garrett bursts out laughing and pulls me against him. “It was a first for me, too.”

Chapter Seventeen

Garrett

The next night, Claire and I have dinner at Mack’s before she takes the stage to sing. The restaurant is packed when we get there, but Claire waves at the hostess and makes her way to the back. Near the kitchen entrance, there’s an empty table large enough for 8.

“Perks of being the owner’s sister,” Claire says with a wink. “There’s always an open table for me.”

I smile and pull out a chair for her. “Nice perk,” I say. “But why such a big table?”

“Oh, the others might stop by,” she says in an offhand way.

I haven’t hung out with her family since that first night. Not all of them together, that is. I don’t know the protocol in front of her brothers. They obviously know we’re together. That ship sailed a week ago. But I’m not sure how I’m supposed to act with her around them.

Is it okay for me to touch Claire? Is it okay to show her affection? Will I get my ass kicked if I kiss her? All these questions whirl through my head in a flash, but before I can think too hard about it, Wyatt shows up with Hope. After a quick greeting, Hope takes a seat while Wyatt leaves to get us a round of drinks. Claire is right. Knowing the owner does have its perks. Hannah and Finn show up next, followed by Ronan and Quinn.

There’s an instant of awkward silence before Quinn decides to do something to break it.

“Holy shit, I’m starving,” she announces loudly. “Making a new human is hard work. Who wants an appetizer?”

That’s all it takes for things to go back to normal. Ronan casts an indulgent look Quinn’s way, and she leans over to kiss him. Then Hope asks Quinn what she wants to eat. The two debate the merits of hot wings versus nachos. Wyatt mentions loaded fries and both women fall silent for a second debating whether to change their vote.

“What if we get wings and loaded fries?” I ask, speaking for the first time since the others joined us.

Quinn studies me for a moment as if she’s trying to figure out what makes me tick. Finally, she says, “I knew I liked him. Let’s get both. And some onion rings.”




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