He switched sides and gave the other breast the same attention while his hand dropped between my legs and rubbed the outside of my jeans. The heel of his palm pressed against my center and the pressure through the denim made me grind forward against his hand.
"These need to come off," he said, popping the button on my jeans with one hand. His fingers pulled the zipper down and slid inside my underwear and found me already wet. Two fingers dragged through the heat and circled my clit, and my head fell back against the menu board.
Garret tugged my jeans and underwear down my legs and off one foot, leaving them hanging from my other ankle. Then his hands spread my knees apart and he looked at me for a long second before dropping to a crouch.
"What are you?—"
His mouth covered me before I finished the question. His tongue dragged through my folds and my hands thrust down onto the counter to keep myself from falling off. He gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge, burying his face between my legs while his tongue slid over me and wound a tight circle around my clit.
"Oh, my God." My hand went to his hair and gripped. "Don't stop doing that."
He groaned against me as his tongue pushed inside me then came back to my clit, alternating between the two until my legs were shaking and my breathing was coming in short, desperate gasps. When he growled it rumbled through me making me arch against him harder.
"I need you inside me," I said, tugging his hair. "Garret, please."
He stood slowly and his belt clinked as he opened it. Before he even had his dick out my hand was there, reaching for him. I stroked him as he groaned and pumped into my palm.
When his lips met mine again, I tugged him closer, guiding him toward my entrance. He grabbed my hips as he pushed in, filling me deliciously, and dousing some of the heated ache I felt. Then he slid back and pumped in again.
"You feel incredible," he said against my neck.
"You know I need you, right?" I whimpered.
When he slid back gently I pulled with my heels on the backs of his thighs to encourage him to push in deeper, and his thrusts built to frenzy.
"I need you too, Sara. More than I ever knew." Garret's hands roamed my body eagerly while his lips met mine again. It was more than I could ask for to hear him say that to me, bringing tears to my eyes I couldn't shut down.
"I love you, Garret," I moaned as I felt my body tensing. I was so close. If he kept doing what he was doing, I would snap.
His hand found my clit and rubbed, and it pushed me over the edge, writing and reeling as orgasm spilled through every muscle in my body. It wasn't the most powerful climax I'd ever had, but it was the most connected I'd ever felt. When he spilled inside me, and warmth flooded me, I slid my arms up around his shoulders and pulled him in, burying my head in his neck.
He pulled out when I had calmed, and let his sex drain from my body. Then he took one of the towels from under the bar to wipe me clean before tucking himself away.
He tossed the towel into the bin behind the bar and leaned against the counter beside me while I pulled my jeans back up. Neither of us spoke for a minute, but when he looked up at me there was no trace of anger in his eyes.
"You're my entire world, Sara," He said softly. "You know that, right?"
I didn't know what to say back to him. I felt so much shame and guilt over what I'd done. There was no way he should love me still.
"You know… If Fox had given up on Mandy for all her runnin' around, what sort of love story would that have been?" He moved toward me, brushing some tears off my face. "And if he can look past all of that and love her still, then surely I can move past what happened between us. I know how scared you were. I watched you shaking every time Lightning came around."
"Garret—"
"No listen." He pressed his thumb to my lips and blinked a few times as he waited for me to stop trying to resist him. "Our boy needs a family, and I refuse to run out on him over selfish pride, Sara. I love you, and I forgive you."
Relief felt like an earthquake in my chest as tears erupted again. I leaned in and buried my face in his chest as his arms wrapped around me and held me close.
"I can't believe you're forgiving me," I whispered.
"There's nothing to forgive, baby… Just tell me when I can meet my son. I've lost enough time." His lips pressed against my head and I sobbed, clinging to him. This was really happening. Tony was gone and Garret stayed. And the only thing standing between me and what I had dreamed of for years was whether my family accepted him.
32
GARRET
Anne and the kids decided to have Peter's ceremony outdoors, to honor his love of fall and motorsport. After the incident with Lightning, whose name we were ordered to never say out loud again, Fox made me his vice president, and as my first official act I ordered every one of them to show up at Peter's funeral. Not only was it an act of respect for Peter who helped me grow up and supported me while I was getting patched in, but for Sara.
If Sara hadn't come forward like she did, Fox would have lived the rest of his life miserable, seeking revenge on the heels of a maniac. And he'd have drunk himself to death in the process. As far as Fox was concerned, Sara was already my partner. We just had to make it official.
