Page 38 of The Way We Score

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as those feelings, those old, intense feelings rage to life. “Where can we go?”

A growl rolls from his throat, and he cups my ass in his hands, lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, and I swear, if he wanted to fuck me right here against this bar, I’d let him.

Instead, he carries me away, farther from the music and the lights, to a small building. I can’t tell if it’s a pool house or storage shed, and I don’t care.

The door closes, and our mouths crash together again. I’m on my feet and his hands are under my skirt, sliding up my thighs as little grunts and whimpers echo in the semi-darkness. In a snatch, my underwear is gone, and I exhale a sigh as he touches me.

My fingers fumble over the buttons on his shirt desperately,starting at the top, and my mouth is on his throat, moving down to his chest as salt touches my tongue.

“Wait.” He reaches behind his neck to pull the shirt over his head in a sweep.

I exhale a sigh, but he’s wearing a damn undershirt. With a little growl, I grab the hem, shoving it higher, practically ripping it to expose his perfect body. Garrett has always been big and perfect, a lined chest and stomach lightly dusted with brown hair.

“This has changed.” I glance up at him from where my lips press against the top of his chest.

Two hands cup my cheeks, and he pulls my mouth to his for another kiss, opening mine and tasting my tongue, sucking my lip between his teeth and groaning hungrily.

“Just older, Liv.”

“Also harder,” I note, which makes him chuckle.

“I could get pretty hard for you at sixteen.” He pulls the straps of my dress down and lowers my zipper. “I jerked off so many times to this body, I’m surprised I didn’t have blisters.”

A rough moan scrapes from my throat as he lifts and kisses my breasts, pulling a hard nipple into his mouth. My fingers thread in his hair, and I’m kissing every place I can find as his hands travel lower, returning to that space between my thighs.

“When did you have time to jerk off?” I whisper, thinking about how insatiable we were back then. “Oh, fuck.”

My hips jump, and I almost forget where I am when he slips a thick digit into my core.

“Did I mention I still do?” He lifts his chin from my breasts and kisses me long and hard.

Another finger joins the first, and he slides them in and out, circling my clit with his thumb. I’m on my toes, holding his shoulders and riding his hand as his face moves to the side of my hair, to my ear.

It’s another erogenous zone, and my lips part as cascades of pleasure race down my arms.

He holds me in place, pinned against the wall by his hard body, and my orgasm is rising fast.

I want more than his hand. “Garrett…” Kissing him once more, I push against his arms.

He releases me, and I look around the dimly lit room. It’s some kind of work room, with a low counter across from us. I go to it, placing my hands on the smooth surface and looking back at him over my shoulder.

His eyes are hooded, and he comes to me, lifting my skirt higher as I lean forward and close my eyes.

“Perfect.” His voice is low, and my pussy clenches.

Large hands span my waist, and his thumbs circle my lower back before moving farther down. He squeezes my ass, parting my cheeks and opening my legs wider.

My lips part and I pant. I know what’s coming. I’ve been here before, and I know how good it feels.

Unzipping his pants causes a light touch of fabric against my oversensitive skin, and I jump, sighing softly. His hand returns to my hip, and I push up on the flat surface as his body draws closer.

Turning my head to the side, I move my hair away so he can find that place behind my ear at the back of my neck that drives me wild. His lips touch my skin and a new sensation, his scruffy beard almost makes me scream.

“This body…” His voice is low, and I’m clenching and desperate.

One hand is on my breast, kneading and pinching while the other is between my legs, fingers circling my clit.

I feel him long and hard at my backside, and I can’t wait anymore. “Please…” I gasp.

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