Page 115 of Over the Edge

“If either of your hands leave that tree I’ll stop. You’re going to come on my cock, and I’m going to be the one to undress you. Understood?” His rough voice makes my stomach dip with pleasure and anticipation. A weight lands on my back as he leans over me.

“Yes.” My thighs clench and it’s an effort to keep them apart so he can slip my pants and underwear down to catch around my thighs. The cool air and rain kiss my hot sensitive skin, adding a new welcome sensation to the mix.

A thick finger spreads me and teases my entrance before it sinks into me. I rock my hips back and grind my ass against the hard length of his cock as he works me into a frenzy. When I demand more, he adds another finger. His other hand joins rubbing my clit.

It’s all so much. The edges of the bark against my skin. The prospect of getting caught sends my heart racing. The rain. Him.

Him.

“Garrett. Fuck me. I need you right now.” I beg.

I hold my breath, gasping as he presses into me. Slow, achingly slow, ensuring that I’ll always crave the feel of him. One of his hands lands over mine, tangling with my fingers, my callouses scraping against the tree. He thrusts sharply, intentionally.

“You could ask me to do anything, and I would,” he rasps as he drives into me. “Anything.”

“You’re mine,” I promise. “Only you can make me feel so good.”

Teeth skate against the back of my neck as he whimpers. “Fuuuuck.”

His thrusts pick up speed, wild and messy. Fingers dig into the soft dip of my hip then let go to snake up the shirt plastered to my skin. He strips it away, reaching up to palm my breast and squeeze. The act wrings a groan of delight from deep in my throat.

With a final press against my clit, my thighs shake and the orgasm washes through me. I squeeze my eyes shut and sparks of light play against the back of my eyelids as I cry out his name. “Garrett!”

He fucks me through it, then slows as if to draw out this moment. Like no matter how many times we do this, he’ll never get tired of me.

I hold my hands to the heating vents as Garrett drives my car. We left his truck in the parking lot to pick up in the morning because its heating isn’t nearly as good. The rain started coming down in white sheets as we came down the trail and we’re both in desperate need of a hot shower. Both of us have stripped down to our underwear and are wrapped in blankets from my trunk.

“Holy fuck. If we ever do that again, let’s check the weather first.” I shiver.

Garrett’s mouth quirks into a smirk. “As I recall there was very little planning involved with what we just did. Why were you out here anyway?”

“I was calling Vincent,” I say. “I went out there to think and I ended up calling him to see if there was a way to extend my contract.”

I’ve told Garrett about the album, but not the rest. Not on purpose, but I didn’t want to face it, so I pretended it wasn’t going to happen. Very healthy, like the rest of my coping mechanisms.

“Why do you need to do that?” he asks, eyes flicking to me then back to the road.

“Because after this, either the world learns I’m Lyla or I say goodbye to all of it. I think if I can get a little more time, I can figure it out, but I already know that won’t happen. Vincent is great at his job, but the label execs have been subtly hinting at this for a while.”

“That second day here, that’s what the call was about?” he asks.

“Yeah, they want all of me. But I can’t help feeling I’ll disappoint everyone.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m a nepo-sibling who talks too much. They like my music, but after five years of waiting there’s no way that I’ll live up to that.”

“Fuck them.”

“What?” My face pinches with confusion.

“You heard me. Fuck them. You’re my favorite person, Eve. And if they don’t like you, they’re wrong. Make music and be happy if that’s what you want,” he says with a firm conviction that sets free a swarm of butterflies in my stomach.

For a moment it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, because he believes in me.

“I don’t know, that sounds great but doesn’t change the rest with all the lies I’ve told.”

“It doesn’t. That’s a risk you’ll have to take if you want it. Do you?”

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