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“You can stay here any time. Fuck, just move in. I won’t complain.”
His smile broadens. “I’m not sure your parents would agree.”
I shrug. “For now, they don’t need to know.” I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his chin. “Let me get the window back together. Are you hungry?”
I move to step around him, but he grips my hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss on the back. “Let me fix the window. You go eat your sanga.” He gestures his head to my bedside table, and I reluctantly nod as he moves back to my window to put everything back in place.
Before I do anything else, I move to my door and lock it. All I need now is for Cin to come and check on me, finding Garrett here. I don’t really care what sort of trouble that will get me in. I’m more worried about her sending him back home to his dad.
I meet Garrett at my bed, and we both sit on top of the covers facing each other. I place the plate with my roast beef sandwich in between us, and I gesture my head.
“Have half with me.”
Garrett studies me for a few moments, his icy-blue eyes roaming over my entire face. “I could have gone to Simon’s. I know the code to get through his back door.” He shrugs, looking nervous. “But I wanted to be with you.”
I smile. “I’m glad you came here. Honestly, I’ve been going a little coo-coo without being able to talk to any of you.”
Garrett grins back before dropping his eyes to the plate and picking up one half of the sandwich. I watch him, thinking he is going to take a bite, but instead, he holds the beefy goodness in front of my lips.
“Bite.” He demands, and well, yes, we all know how that goes. Of course, I obey. Meanwhile, Kitty peaks her pointy ears up and starts to fucking purr.
Garrett watches as my teeth sink into the bread, taking my bite, and as I start chewing, he takes a bite of his own.
“Hmmm.” He mumbles around his mouthful. “This is good.”
I swallow my mouthful, something I’m good at, and nod. “Of course it is. I made it.”
He chuckles, holding out the sandwich while I take another bite. “You always make a midnight snack?”
“Nope. Just tonight. I refused dinner, so I had to wait until everyone went to bed because I’m being stubborn.”
Garrett grins at me, but then he frowns, looking down at the bread in his hand. Then he practically shoves it in my mouth.
“Eat.” He demands, and since I have no fucking choice, I eat the rest of what he was holding. “No skipping meals, Baby Girl. You’ll make yourself sick if you do that.”
I roll my eyes but keep chewing on the food, feeling a little better as it fills my stomach. He watches me as I eat, grinning at the stupid moans I make as I chew, and when my plate is clean, I place it back on my bedside and return to face my big guy.
“I’m sorry about the video, Rhys, and what’s happened with Tyler. I know I don’t know him, but I can see how much you care about him. If I could fix it for you, I would.”
I smile sombrely at Garrett and shrug. “It is what it is. I can only hope that things will improve and that he’s ok.”
Leaning forward, Garrett lifts my chin so my lips meet his, and I part mine, eager to feel his always consuming kiss. He doesn’t disappoint. It’s not a fevered kiss, but it is a hungry one. Hungry to express feelings that are perhaps too hard to speak out loud right now. I climb into his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist, and let myself get lost in the press of his lips and the stroke of his tongue. Garrett’s big hands come up to tangle in my hair, and he grips the strands firmly near the roots, controlling my head to deepen the kiss.
We tumble to the side, crashing to my pillows, never once breaking our lip lock, and I’m helpless to control Kitty as she starts grinding over the top of the large bulge in Garrett’s jeans. It’s then that Garrett breaks our kiss, only to trail his lips down my neck.
“Grind on me, Baby Girl. Take what you need.”
I mean, who am I to argue with his demand?
I do exactly as he asks and grind my Kitty over and over, the friction and clothing barrier between us fuelling me on. Kitty is gushing, my knickers soaked as I writhe against my big guy, and I know my big O is not far away. A good dry hump should never be underestimated, and dry humping the hard ridge of Garrett Cole’s ginormous dick is a ride worth taking.
Garrett’s kisses travel to my ear, sucking my lobe between his lips before he nips at it. My moan is loud, and I hope like hell that Char is passed out because she’s not going to let me live it down if she hears. I can’t seem to care, though. Not when I’m in Garrett’s arms.
“Can I bite you, Baby Girl?” He rasps against my ear and then growls like a feral animal as if his control to bite me is waning.
“Yes.” I pant. “Bite me good and deep. Make me bleed.”
My words send him over the line he was hovering on, and with another growl, he pulls my t-shirt down past my shoulder and bites down hard on the exposed skin.
