Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Gee,” I whispered. “Please.”
He rolled us, his big body over the top of my own, and started to fuck me in earnest.
It was exactly what I needed.
Within a few swift strokes, I was ready to tip over the edge.
Realizing this, he stayed steady, giving it to me exactly how he had been to ensure that I fell over first.
And I did.
Right into the deepness, with only Garrett’s voice guiding me along.
“There it is, baby,” Garrett said. “Right there. You squeeze my cock so good.”
I was a panting mess by the time that I came down from my orgasm.
And I’d somehow swallowed my hair.
Garrett pushed my hair back from my face, then caught my mouth with his as he fucked me slow and steady until his orgasm overtook him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tight, as he started to pulse inside of me.
Only after he was finished and turned to his side with my body plastered against him did I say, “I don’t want to go to work. I want to stay with you, in this bed, all day long.”
He ran his fingertip along the apple of my cheek before stating, “I can’t buy you that ring if I stay in bed all day.”
I was up and hurrying him out of bed a few seconds later.
His laughter was contagious, and I fell into a fit of giggles as I got ready for the day.
“That shirt is red, and those pants are blue,” he said. “What shoes do you want?”
“The red ones,” I urged, referring to my red Nike Dunks.
I knew that they were a teen fad right now, but they were so freakin’ comfortable that I’d had to have a pair.
“Got ’em,” he said as he placed them on the floor next to my toes. “Do you need help getting those leggings on?”
The lecherous way he’d asked it had me laughing. “No. But would you mind going to turn the coffee on and letting the dogs out? I wasn’t going to be late, but now I’m questioning if I have that much time.”
He chuckled as he left the room.
I finished getting ready and was unsurprised to hear the voices as I finally made my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
I felt along the wall as I moved, familiar, yet still unfamiliar at the same time, with the layout of Garrett’s house.
“Honey,” Mom said. “I’m going to take you to work today since you’re on my way. Daddy and Garrett are going to put all the new tech they bought for you up. I’m picking you up today, too, unless you need to stay later.”
“Okaayyy…” I drawled. “What more do they need to put up? I thought all the voice activated things came in the mail last week and were already installed?”
“They were, but I ordered more.” Garrett sounded sheepish. “After telling your ex-landlord that you were leaving, he gave me a few more tips on what I can do to make the house more blind-friendly.”
I felt my heart start to swell.
“Garrett…” I whispered, emotion clear in my voice.
I felt his hands cup my face, then he was there, hugging me tight.
“I don’t want you to ever feel like this home isn’t everything you need,” he whispered back. “I want you to be safe. I want you to be comfortable. And I want you to live here, happy, with me, for the rest of our lives.”
I sniffled, trying to keep the tears at bay.
But it was futile.
The man just knew exactly how to be everything that I ever needed.
“I love you, Garrett.”
Then, surprising the hell out of me, he twirled us around and said “I love you” in all seven languages that I knew.
It literally melted my heart.
“Hey, hey,” Dad said. “None of that now. We don’t need her becoming even more of a fall hazard because she’s dizzy.”
Garrett laughed and set me on my feet. He didn’t let me go until I was steady.
And even when he did, he never strayed far.
God, my man was the best.
My man was the worst.
“I’m fine, Garrett!” I growled.
“You’re not fine,” he grumbled. “You were punched in the face today!”
I threw up my hands. “It was a kid!”
“The kid was fourteen!” he countered. “He was a fuckin’ man!”
He had a point.
The kid that’d punched me was fourteen, and from the feel of it, was strong enough to punch the hell out of me.
“He’s arrested,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but he still got a punch in before he was!” he argued.
I’d accidentally stepped into the path of a gang banger trying to make a run for it.
I’d been invited out to lunch by a couple of coworkers, and we’d had a lovely time. On the way back to my office, I’d entered into the side building at the same time that a suspect was let out of the cruiser.