Page 39 of The Way We Score

He reaches down, gripping his cock and sliding it up and down before finding the entrance. “You’re so wet for me.”

Turning more, I find his mouth, pulling his lips with mine, curling my fingers in the side of his hair.

With one firm thrust, he’s inside me, and I moan loudly,rising onto my toes with the force. He hisses a swear, holding still a moment, as I stretch to accommodate him.

My legs tremble, and I’d forgotten how completely full it is to be with him. My fingers curl against the wooden surface. His fingers stroke up and down my clit, side to side and up and around, urging my growing orgasm as his hips start to move.

“So big…” I groan, dropping my head back against his shoulder.

He kisses my neck, sucking and pulling the skin between his teeth as his face moves behind to the center of my back. Flutters break out from my core down my inner thighs, and I’m so close to coming.

I’ve never had a lover like Garrett, who knows my body this way and is so focused on my pleasure. His arms are around me, and we move the way we dance, primitive and hungry.

He moves faster, and I meet his thrusts, sending him deeper, to that place only he can find. The incredible tension, the twisting pleasure grows tighter until it’s too much.

I whimper with every hit, and he groans. He thickens, going impossibly deep, until he stops, holding me firmly against his body, pulsing deep between my thighs.

He groans through his orgasm, bending forward, his fingers still moving until I fly over the cliff, breaking with a shuddering cry. We both fall forward, and my inner walls clench and pull, spasming with orgasm as his hand holds me secure.

“Fuck, you still do it.” He gasps, lifting his chin and dragging his lips over the top of my shoulder.

I don’t know what he means, and I don’t care. I’m coming so hard, I don’t want it to end. He wraps his arm around my chest, holding my back against his front.

Sweat slips between our bodies, and I clutch his forearm, fluttering until I’m boneless. His mouth presses to my head, my ear, my neck, covering me with kisses.

As soon as I’m able to move again, he picks up his shirt,pulling it over his shoulders as he restores the buttons before helping me zip my dress.

“I have the house to myself tonight.”

I squint up at him. “So I’ve heard.”

“Seems a shame to waste it.”

Maybe this doesn’t count. Maybe it’s after midnight, and we’re only taking a quick visit down memory lane. Maybe we have our own lives in vastly different locations, and we just needed a little hit of something special.

I only know it’s been a long time since I was in this place, and I’m not ready to leave so soon. “Waste is a terrible thing.”

His hand covers mine, and he leads me quickly out the back way, down a brick path to a gate and out to his waiting truck.

8

Garrett

Hendrix

I heard Liv went back to Birmingham this morning.

How did you hear that?

Hendrix

OK, I passed her on the road.

Lying on my back, I study my phone, thinking about everything that happened after we got to the house last night. Rolling onto my side, I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty sure that’s the only time I’ve passed up sleep to be with a woman.

When we finally collapsed from sheer exhaustion, it was early.

Then when I woke up, she was fully dressed, standing over me, and very apologetic.

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