“Goddamn!” Garrett pulled out and drove back in so hardthe table shifted beneath me. The glass and wine bottle teetered precariously before another thrust sent them both crashing to the floor. “So fuckin’ tight.Jesus!”
I reached across the table, gripping the edge and holding on tight as Garrett fucked me like his only purpose in life was to get me off. “God, just like that,” I panted. “I’m close. Don’t stop.Shit. Don’t stop.”
“Christ,” he barked, pounding even harder as he snaked one hand between me and the table. His fingers pressed on that sensitive nub and everything inside of me exploded. I splintered into a billion pieces, crying out his name along with a string of curse words. He followed seconds later, bending over me and burying his face in my hair as he groaned.
It felt like an eternity before either of us was able to move again. When Garrett finally stood and pulled up his underwear, he carefully lifted my chest from the sweat-slick surface of the table and turned me around, his hands gentle on my body, as if I were made of crystal. He picked me up and carried me over to the sink, setting me on the counter as he turned on the water. We both remained silent as he cleaned himself from between my legs with a warm, damp cloth.
“You tired?” he finally asked once he was finished. I opened my mouth to reply, but the words were cut off by a massive yawn. He laughed and gathered the T-shirt I’d been wearing, helping me into it before setting me back on the ground and leading me from the kitchen.
“What about the broken glass?”
“Leave it. Rosita or Sylvie will get it in the morning.”
I gave the hand he was holding a jerk, glaring when he stopped and turned to look at me. “That’s not right. We made the mess while they were off the clock. That means it’s our responsibility to pick it up.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, but instead just rolledhis eyes and let go of my hand to retrieve the broom from the pantry.
We spent the next few minutes cleaning in silence. When we were done Garrett took my hand once again and started pulling me toward the stairs.
“Wait!” I called, yanking him to a stop once again.
“Damn it, baby. If you tell me there’s something else to clean up, I’m gonna bend you over my knee and tan your ass. Haven’t used a vacuum in fifteen fuckin’ years and don’t plan to start again now.”
A giggle erupted from my throat at the frustration on his face. “No, not that. I wanted to know… well….” I looked back at the door marked Private just off the kitchen. “I’ve never seen you play.” I bit my bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy about my request. “And I want to.”
One golden brow quirked up as he turned to face me. “You wanna hear me beat the shit outta my drum kitnow? At four thirty in the morning? No offense, babe, but I’m kinda beat. Fucking you took it out of me.”
“Oh. Well, no, not the drums. Although I’d like to see that too, one day. But I meant the guitar. I want to see you play.” Then something dawned on me. “Wait. Do you even have a guitar? I just assumed—”
“I do, baby.” His brilliant grin told me he was pleased as hell at my desire to see him doing something he loved. Music was clearly a passion for him, and he liked that I wanted to experience him in his element.
He flipped the lights on, illuminating the empty studio and sitting area with warm light. I followed him through the door that led to the soundproof room, taking everything in since it was my first time past the glass. “What do you want to hear?” Garrett asked, picking an acoustic guitar up from the stand by the wall. There were actually several guitars liningthe wall, but I was thankful he’d gone for the acoustic over the electric.
“Um, I don’t know. Anything. Play me one of your songs.”
He chuckled with a shake of his head and took a seat on a stool, tipping his chin at another one for me to sit on. I perched on my seat and watched in awe as he began fiddling with the instrument, plucking the strings and tuning it as he went. A few seconds later, he started strumming a melody I’d never heard before. It was beautiful and heartbreaking all at the same time, the chords blending together to create an almost sorrowful sound. I didn’t need to hear the lyrics to know it was a sad song, but to my amazement, Garrett opened his mouth and began to sing.
I’d been impressed to learn he could play multiple instruments, but nothing topped the fascination at hearing his soft melodic voice ringing out in the room. He was amazing. The voice matched the man in the sense that both were absolutely gorgeous. I got lost in the music he created, swimming in the heartbreaking words of a song about lost love. By the time he strummed the last chord, I was struggling against the tears stinging my eyes.
“So, what do you think?” he asked once he finished, propping the guitar against the foot of the stool.
“I think….” I waved my hands through the air manically. “That was… ohmigod, Garrett! You’re amazing! How did I not know you sang like that? Do you sing for the band too? Did you write that song? Do you write all the songs? There’s so much I don’t know!”
His head fell back in laughter for several seconds before he finally answered my many rambled questions. “I do backup vocals here and there, but being lead isn’t really my gig. Deck’s the front man. I was never comfortable being center stage. He wrote that song when his girl left him several years ago. Hewrites most of them, but we all collaborate together on whatever he comes up with, so there’s bits and pieces of each of us in all of our music.” He stood from his stool and reached to pull me up, wrapping his arms around me to hold me tight against him. “And I’m glad you like how I sing, baby. I’ll have to remember to use that in the future whenever I piss you off.”
I narrowed my eyes and looked up. “I might love your voice, but that doesn’t mean it’ll get you off my shit list if you do something to piss me off.”
I felt his smile against my lips as he gave me a slow, leisurely kiss. “You sure about that?”
I wasn’t, not really. Something in my gut told me that if he started crooning love songs whenever he was in the doghouse, I was in serious trouble, but he didn’t need to know that. “Positive. Now take me to bed. I’m exhausted.”
The sky was still painted black outside as we made our way through the first floor to the stairs, but I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before the sun started to rise. I’d regret staying up until the early hours of the morning once I had to start my day, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. This had been one of the best nights I’d had in longer than I could remember.
When we hit the landing on the second floor, Garrett stopped at the thermostat and dialed the temperature down, then looked over his shoulder and graced me with that panty-dropping smile of his, complete with those dimples that winked at me.
“Can’t have you burning up, now can we?”
My shield let out a heavy groan as it began collapsing under the weight of such a thoughtful gesture, and despite the heat that radiated from Garrett’s body, that night I slept like a baby.
