She pumps her hips, fucking up at me now, both of us sweat slicked and feverish and needy and raw and real.
Her clit thickens and thrusts against my fingertips, then she’s coming, and it’s pulsing, and I feel it on my fingertips and around my cock at the same time, and it’s everything.
“You’re everything,” I tell her as I let loose and thunder deep, burying myself inside her, following her into a release that’s pure, unadulterated pleasure. She wraps herself around me, holding me tight as my cock pulses through the aftershock, until I come back into my head and find myself lying heavily on the love of my life.
“Sorry,” I mumble as I give a half-hearted effort to detangle us.
“Stay,” she whispers, and I give in to holding her like this, a messy twist of leaden limbs, heaving chests, and wildly beating hearts.
I kiss her damp chest as I ease out of her, then her belly, and then I nuzzle my way between her thighs.
“Can you come again?” I ask as I lick the mess we made together.
“I don’t need to,” she says, her breath hitching.
“That wasn’t my question.”
She stares down at me and nods. “Yes. Yes, please.”
Carefully, because she’s sensitive, I latch on to her clit, and I pull another orgasm from her tired, hardworking body. She trembles through this release like the very quiet girl she promised to be. I don’t know how quiet we were in the middle there together, but this one, this one is definitely very quiet, and utterly beautiful.
When she finishes trembling on my face, I grab my t-shirt and use that to clean her up, what’s left that I didn’t devour.
And then I wrap myself around her instead of dressing her immediately, because it feels like if I let go of her for even a second, I might come apart at the seams.
It’s Rory who finally flutters back to earth, who finds her long johns and disappears briefly to go pee, and then returns and finds me a clean shirt. Probably tucks away the evidence of our secret, reckless, wild floor fuck, too.
Turns the partridge timer off, the quiet clucking ending with a panicked little squawk at the end that sounds suspiciously like a chicken.
Then she tugs me up to the couch, and we tumble under a blanket together, her curled up in front of me, and fall into the best sleep either of us have probably had in almost a year.
Chapter 30
Rory
It’s still dark when my alarm goes off. Garrett is a big, warm, heavy blanket all around me. One of his hands is under my shirt, cupped around my ribs but his thumb is hooked around the side of my boob, and his other arm is under me, possessively cupping my belly.
His thick erection is saying good morning, too, even if the rest of him is still mostly asleep.
“I’m going to grab a super quick shower,” I whisper.
He doesn’t move.
But when I tiptoe back downstairs, he’s in the kitchen making coffee.
“Morning,” he says gruffly, his voice still full of sleep.
Then he pulls me tight against me and kisses my damp hair, my forehead, my nose, and then finally my lips.
“Good morning,” I whisper against his kiss. “You don’t need to drive me. I can?—”
“I want to. You might want to talk in the truck.” He grins. “And besides. The less time your mom has to spend looking me in the eye this trip, the better for all of us.”
“She was great last night.”
“She was.” He chuckles. “And me getting out of her hair today is a reward for that.”
At the hospital, we visit Dani first, who is discouraged to report that she’s still bleeding, but when I check her chart, I see that it’s greatly reduced overnight.
