Page 56 of Dare to Need

Garth’s smile only grew wider. “What do you mean ‘no.’”

“I…”What did I mean?It wasn’t like the thought didn’t cross my mind when we were back home. It was rare that I even slept at the apartment I shared with Drema as Garth and I usually spent our nights together at his loft. Before everything happened with his father, I was starting to question how much sense it made for me to pay rent at a place when I was rarely there.

But still. To move in with someone was a huge step I’d never taken before and part of me wondered if Garth asking me to move in with him wasn’t just a residual poor decision from everything he’d just gone through.

My eyes darted back and forth between his as I said, “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. Why not?” The wickedness in his smile didn’t waver.

“Well, you haven’t exactly been making the best decisions lately.”

He sucked in a breath mockingly and said, “Touché, doll face. Butthisdecision is something I’ve been thinking about long before we came to New York.”

“Really?”

His head dipped to the side of my neck as he planted a kiss just below my ear. “Yes,” he whispered. “I was hoping to ask you when we traveled for the summer to visit your parents. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. So, I’m asking you now. Will you move in with me?”

The word ‘yes’ almost crossed my lips, as though it were instinctual to give him anything he’d ask of me. But I stopped myself before my mouth formed the word and really thought about what saying ‘yes’ would mean.

Though he said it was something he was planning on asking already, there was still a seed of doubt flickering through my mind. Not that his intentions weren’t true, but I questioned if now was the right time for us to make such a bold move when it felt like our relationship had skated on thin ice for the past two weeks. I didn’t want to make a hasty decision without really thinking it through.

“Can I think about it?” I chewed on my bottom lip, hoping he would be satisfied with my answer.

“You can take as long as you need.” It was the only response I could have hoped for and as he captured my lips with a tender kiss that almost broke my heart, I knew with certainty that the man I loved was himself once again.

The world was painted in red as I swayed from side to side, my palms gently resting on the iron rod railing that wrapped around the upper floor of one of New York City’s hottest new clubs, Temptation. From the deep maroon of the plush leather booth seats and the men and women dressed in small leather garments dancing in birdcages hanging from the ceilings to the thick black wallpaper that glittered silver every time a light hit it, the club lived up to its’ name.

Now that Mr. Walker was released from the hospital, we’d be making our way back home in the next few days and the boys had promised Drema and me a night on the town.

I scanned the dance floor and found Drema and Lucas in the center, their bodies grinding against one another in tandem with the music. Her bright red locks bounced up and down with every move she made. It was awesome to see her climb out of the shell she carried around for so long. Lucas really brought out the wild child in her that seemed to be more vixen than anything.

Large hands grasped onto my hips, moving over the thin fabric of my dress to cup both my ass cheeks. The exotic scent of sandalwood fell over me, as he pressed himself against my backside, his impressive length rubbing against me. Using the railing as leverage, I pushed against him, swinging my hips side to side, feeling his length grow even more.

I could just hear his growl over the music as I arched my back, feeling the slight tickle of my long hair against my exposed skin. The apex of my thighs was throbbing, and I knew my silk thong was soaked with desire.

So, I peered over my shoulder at Garth, his eyes a molten gray that taunted me. “Take me,” I mouthed and his fingers dug deeper into the fleshy part of my hips. His lips tightened into a straight line as I watched his right hand trace the length of my back, all the way to the crack of my ass.

I groaned, continuing to sway into him with the beat of the music. I’d only had one drink, but I was drunk as hell on his touch as his hand continued to travel south, grazing over the space where my ass met the top of my thigh. Closing my eyes, I relished in the feel of him, the teasing of his fingertips as they slowly glided over my skin.

Just as the lights dimmed, the DJ transitioned to the next song and Garth’s expert fingers slipped my thong to the side before he pumped two fingers into my slick entrance. My legs quivered as he gripped my hair with his other hand and pulled hard.

“Yes,” I ground out, pulsing my ass forward and backward, giving him all the access he needed for his fingers to do their bidding. It was so fucking hot as I turned my attention back to the oblivious crowd below, knowing that all it would take was one single person to look up and they would know exactly what was happening.

It made my core tighten with anticipation, a whisper of hope that someone would discover what Garth and I were doing. The thought made me ride his fingers hard, pushing and pulling as he curved them around that delicate spot buried deep within.

This new part of me that I’d only recently discovered was akin to a wild animal, caged for too long. She wanted out and would do anything to experience the freedom that was just out of her reach. And so I fed her desire as I gripped the railing hard with one hand, letting the other find the tender peak of my breast.

Garth’s fingers slowed in turn with the music, sliding all the way out only for him to rub his wet fingertips against my swollen clit right before he pumped into me again. I rolled my sensitive nipple between my thumb and forefinger, letting the tension in my core simmer. I was so fucking close to exploding around him, but I didn’t want it to end.

Garth didn’t give me a choice as his other hand released the hold on my hair and plunged between the front of my thighs, finding the trembling bundle of nerves. With one hand, he dove into my slick folds, and the other rubbed against my clit with deft friction that sent me spiraling out of control.

I white-knuckled the railing as I rode out my orgasm. With each wave, I pushed harder and harder against him. All the while, he kept milking my pussy with his expert fingers, tugging and pulling at that sweet spot deep in my core until he finally pulled out of me as I collapsed against him.

My back was flush against his front and I could still feel the strain of his need for me as he wrapped his arms around my waist to prevent me from falling completely.

He swiped the long strands of my hair over my shoulder, giving him access to my ear. “You think I’m done with you yet? Not even close, doll face.”

With no effort at all, he reached down and picked me up. Dazed from what we’d just done, I let my head fall to his chest as I dangled my arms around his neck lazily.

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