Page 84 of Carnal Risk

“Indeed.” Garrett flipped Selby onto her back, pinning her arms to the bed.

“Hey, watch your arm. You’re going to hurt yourself,” she cried. His cock prodded her belly and she tilted her pelvis up toward him. He released one of her arms. Taking his dick into his hand, he grazed its hard tip over her swollen clit. “Ahh…Garrett.”

“Hmm…that’s more like it.” He brought her palm up to his lips and smiled. “You’re right, though. I could use a little help here. You see this pussy here needs attention, and since I’m injured…”

Selby moaned as he sucked her fingers into his mouth, twirling his tongue over them.

“Mmm.” He released them with a pop, and guided her hand into her folds. Intertwining his fingers with hers, he brought them up and over her swollen clitoris. “Just seeing you spread wide open for me.” He sat on his heels, her thighs open to him. He stroked his cock while she pleasured herself. “This is the medicine I needed, sweetheart.”

“You’re teasing me.” Selby shuddered as he pressed his cock to her entrance.

“Like my little feisty nurse has been doing to me all week?”

“Just making sure you’re healed properly. It appears my course of treatment has been successful.” Selby smiled, yearning to have him fill her. “Now I’m the one suffering.”

“I’ve got what you need.”

“Ease my pain?”

“Always.” Garrett smiled as he gently rocked inside her.

Selby reached for him, alive with desire as his lips took hers. With passion, she tasted her lover. Engaged in the intimacy of their love, they moved together as one in a sensual rhythm.

“I love you,” he spoke into her mouth.

“I love you…ah, I missed you so much.” Selby arched into his slow thrusts, his pelvis grazing over her throbbing nub. Every inch of her skin, every cell in her body sang in harmony, she was so in love with Garrett, grateful for how he’d changed her life. He’d peeled away her confining cocoon of fear, exposing the butterfly that yearned to fly.

“My sweet Selby,” she heard him whisper, his lips on her collarbone.

“You’re everything to me.” Selby held his head to her breast as he placed sensual kisses on her skin.

She moaned as her climax splintered through her, his deliberate thrusts demanding her surrender to ecstasy. Her palms glided down his contoured glutes and she strained to keep him inside her. Selby arched up to meet him, writhing as the last spasms of her orgasm twisted through her body. Breathless, she floated into euphoria.

Garrett surged into her, releasing the explosive orgasm that he’d held at bay. With a glorious cry, he seized against her as his fierce orgasm claimed him. Garrett rolled her over into his embrace, pleased when she wrapped herself around him, her arms and legs enveloping him in her warmth.

In the silent moment that followed, nothing and no one existed in the universe but their two hearts. Garrett considered every dangerous activity he’d engaged in in an effort to capture the elusive rush that reminded him he was alive. Not one of them came close to Selby Reynolds, and he knew at that moment, it wouldn’t matter if he never jumped again. He’d fall for her a million times over, knowing that his love for her brought a completeness and happiness he’d revel in for the rest of his life.

Epilogue

Lars drove toward the beach and sighed. His brush with death had made him reconsider what he’d been doing with his life. Watching Garrett and Selby fall in love had been bittersweet. It wasn’t as if he thought he and Selby would be together, but he’d be lying not to admit that she’d held a piece of his heart. Although they hadn’t discussed it, he knew Garrett would want her to work for him at Emerson Industries. What his friend didn’t know was that Selby had already turned in her resignation.

Lars wasn’t looking for a permanent relationship. Far from it; he’d been perfectly content with his bachelor lifestyle. He was lonely, bored perhaps. If anything, he rejoiced in his eclectic sexual tastes, aware that he could indulge whenever and wherever it struck his fancy.

As Lars pulled over and parked, he caught sight of Seth floating over a wave, the sunset slowly sinking into the horizon. They maybe had an hour left of sunlight, he knew. He wasn’t the greatest surfer on the face of the planet, but he loved the ocean and enjoyed hanging out with Seth. Like Garrett, they’d forged a strong friendship based on trust and their enjoyment of Altura.

Lars shoved out of his car and grabbed his board. Carefully navigating the stone steps down the cliff, he gave Seth a wave. The rolling surf swelled but didn’t appear too rough. He scanned the beach, noting the yellow flag. With moderate currents, they’d expect some difficulty but not an exceptionally dangerous ride.

He plunged his arms into his suit, and zipped up before heading toward the water. A swell rushed toward him and he threw his surfboard into the waves. Paddling on his belly, he swam toward Seth.

“Hey, bro. How’s the head?” Seth asked.

“I’m good. Fucking Beckett.” Lars sat up, floating on the surface.

“Fucking Beckett is right. What does Dean think about the guys who helped him?”

“He’s not sure. Could’ve been a terrorist outside the country. But who the hell knows? I just, uh…” He paused and raked his hands through his hair.

“What?”