We eventually drift off, still tangled together, the outside world fading away. But in the back of my mind, a plan starts to formulate… a way to keep her here in Crystal Falls. With me. Where she belongs.
And this time, I’ll fight for what I want.
Chapter 7
Annie
I wakeup tangled in Garrett’s arms, his chest solid and warm against my back, his breathing even against my neck. The room is a mess. The blankets are all twisted, my panties are somewhere on the floor, and the smell of sweat and sex lingers in the air. There is a soreness between my legs, but in the best way, reminding me of every delicious thing Garrett did to me last night. My heart aches, too, but for different reasons.
For a minute, I just let myself lie there, soaking it all in, memorizing the feeling of being held…cherished. Our night together is on repeat in my head. Garrett’s mouth everywhere, his rough hands turning soft, the way he whispered my name. How he kissed me slowly afterward, holding me like I was something precious and not just a girl passing through.
God, what a fucking idiot I am. How am I supposed to go back to real life after this?
Careful not to wake him, I slide out of his hold. He grumbles something in his sleep, his arm tightening around me, but I press a kiss to his jaw, and he settles. I grab my phone off the nightstand, thumb lighting up the screen, and the real world slaps me in the face.
There’s a string of texts and missed calls from Elliot.
Elliot:
Emergency.
VIP event.
Need you back tomorrow, Annie. I got us in.
There will be a car to pick you up at 5 a.m. sharp. Send me your location.
Why are you not responding?
Annie??
I stare at the screen, my heart racing, then I reluctantly type back.
Me:
I’ll be back in the morning. Don’t worry. Sending location now.
After hitting send, I pin the address for the inn. Not even two seconds…
Elliot:
Bitch, what kind of hicktown have you ended up in?
Ignoring his stupid ass, I turn my phone on silent and drop it face down.Fuck reality. I’m not ready to let this go.
I crawl back under the covers just as Garrett stirs, blinking awake. His hair is a wild mess, beard wiry, but softer than it looks. He blinks down at me, voice gravelly. “Angel, you okay?”
God…why does he have to be so sexy?I groan internally.
Forcing a smile, I reach up and touch his cheek. “Yeah. Just checking the time.”
“You’re lying.” He grins, pulling me on top of him, his cock already hard against my thigh. “But I don’t care.”
I laugh, sitting up to straddle him, rolling my hips against his hardness. He groans as his hands grip my ass, working me against his length. “All you think about is sex, huh?”
“Only when you’re here.” He flips me, pinning me under him, kissing down my neck, teeth scraping my collarbone. “And you fucking love it.”
I gasp, arching into him, letting my nails rake down his back. “Prove it.”
