I chuckled and smirked at him.
“I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I suppose it would be a great punishment, wouldn’t it?”
As if to drive home the point, I continued rubbing on him a little more, pressing my hands onto his chest so I could get a better position. Garrett bit his lip. I almost wondered if I could get him to come just from this alone, but I decided that it would be far better to have him inside me.
“Good news, bud. Punishment is over.”
With that, I reached down, slid him inside of me, and sat back down on his cock. I put my hands on his shoulders, leaned down, and kissed him.
And he reached his arms around me, pulled me up a bit, smothered his face into my breasts, and rammed his hips into me.
The sound of his thighs hitting my ass cheeks, the licking and sucking of my breasts, the force with which he drove…it made anything but feeling the incredible pleasure impossible. And it took almost no time for me to get to my second orgasm—I couldn’t say how long, for it had simply become impossible to fully keep up.
And sure enough, before I could even do anything, I had my second orgasm washing over me, making my whole body tremble with pleasure. Fuck, how was he so good?
He pulled out from me, told me to remain where I was, and got behind me. He grabbed my hips and went into me doggy style, but I was still on the high of the previous round and I could barely make sense of what was happening then. I knew at some point he was getting himself to climax, but I could only make half-sense of it; it was too good to be fully aware.
And when he came, when his cock exploded and his seed landed inside me—this time, without fear of further consequence—I knew.
I knew that I’d found the guy for me.
The guy who would not just be a father to my child, but my man. Yeah, hormones were running high. But we hadn’t just stumbled into doggy style. We’d had a whole long build-up to this, and I certainly hadn’t thought this the first night that we had had sex.
As Garrett rolled off of me and onto the bed, I snuggled up with him and held his body close to mine. I thought of saying something, but just as we had been taken to silence right before the kiss, we were now taken to silence after the orgasm.
And sometimes, that was what was best. Not to fill the moment with unnecessary words, not to try and talk our way through any issue, but to just simply appreciate the moment.
And maybe that way—provided Mason didn’t murder Garrett when he found out—we could each take the appropriate risk again.
Garrett
One Month Later
Iwent to Santa Maria Auto Repair feeling mighty good.
And it felt fucking weird.
Who was I, thinking about one girl and one girl only? Who was I, thinking about how much I liked—daresay perhaps even more—one woman at the exclusion of anyone else? What was happening to me?
Like, seriously, what in the world was happening to me?
Maybe I needed some fucking shots or something when I got in. Shit, maybe getting drunk was the answer to clearing my mind.
But as much as I joked about it, I knew the answer, the truth—Hannah was just someone I’d fallen for, hard. She was someone I was willing to gamble my emotions and feelings on. For the first time in years, I was willing to risk being hurt.
As I pulled into the parking lot, though, I didn’t realize that those words might take on a literal meaning.
Mason was standing just outside the garage, on the phone. He had a scowl etched on his face; I had never seen a look of such malicious violence on him, which was saying something.
“You’re fucking sure of it?” Mason said. “I thought you said you’d just gained stress weight.”
Oh, shit…
I stayed on my bike and took my sweet fucking time getting off and making sure everything was normal. Mason started pacing in place, doing circles as he mumbled to himself.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Just don’t tell him it was me. It’ll come out sooner or later, but I’d rather not start my morning with a full-blown brawl.
