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When she flops back, I pull out, take her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth. Calli’s eyes pop open and she watches as I suck both fingers into my mouth, licking the taste of her. Then I slam her hand down on the bed and thrust back into her.

She squeezes my fingers and wraps her legs around me as I pound into her. Completely fucking mindless about what I’m doing, only wanting one thing.

To fuck her as hard as I can.

Chapter Sixteen

Calli

My body is flush all over and my breath is coming so fast I’m lightheaded, still trying to figure out how I’m lying here in this bed. This was not supposed to happen again. I got what I needed from Garrett the first time.

The usual crowd was in the pub, and we’d been having a good time.

Spotting him across the bar on my way back from the ladies’ room was a shock. Even more so, the rush of jealousy, seeing those women with him.

It was them who made me walk over. Like I have a right to make them back off. For all I know, he encouraged it and wanted one of them. The relief when he didn’t bother answering them and kept his full attention on me should have been a warning.

After our talk at the festival, and his dismissal when I told him part of the nightmare my life was, I never imagined I’d be in his bed. Yet here I am, letting this man do whatever he wants with my body.

And loving every moment.

Garrett’s teeth caress my nipple, his hands holding my wrists above my head.

He’s still buried deep inside of me, rolling his hips as he nips at the crystal on my piercing. That sensation alone makes me cry out again. Garrett lifts his head and smirks at me.

He stops moving inside me and pulls away, using his knees to slide back until he is standing. Reaching forward, he grabs my ankles and drags me down the bed.

The sheets bunch beneath me as he plants my feet on the ground and presses his hands onto the comforter.

All I can do is watch him as he bends forward, putting his face in front of mine. His eyes flick back forth, like he’s trying to get inside of my mind.

Why did he come to the pub? What did he want to happen? Was he there looking for me?

All questions I’m dying to ask him, but I bite my tongue. Like I’ve done since we got back here. I’ve barely strung a sentence together.

I don’t know what Garrett thinks as he stares at me, or what his intentions are. He’s always so intense. Which is why it’s such a shock to see a different look in his eyes, a softening.

Instead of overthinking the moment, I grab the back of his head and pull him close, pressing my lips against his. Garrett kisses me back. He grabs my hips and pulls me to a standing position, bringing my body flush against his.

His skin is hot and when his arms go around me, I welcome the crush of his body. He lifts me off my feet again, but our mouths don’t let up. He turns me around and pulls me so my back is to his chest and his lips devour my neck and throat.

Beneath my ear has always been a wildly erogenous zone for me. Garrett makes a satisfied sound as my body convulses under his touch, even with no other stimulation.

Still recovering from yet another out of the blue climax, he sits down and spreads my legs around his knees.

He doesn’t force his way back in, slowly lowering me onto his cock until my ass is pressed onto his lap. Holding me still, he brushes my hair away from my neck and nuzzles into me again.

Lightly, his fingers trace my neck. “Does this always make you come so hard?”

“Clearly,” I mutter.

His dark chuckle has me shifting. The need to move is overwhelming me. Garrett holds me still, my waist in his iron grasp.

“Good to know,” he rasps into my ear.

What does that mean? For future reference? He thrusts up, shocking that thought out of my head. I’m like a rag doll in his hold, my head lolling back onto his shoulder as he does all the work, pushing up and down, lifting me when he needs to, toying with my piercings, and then my clit.

It’s too much. I can’t take it anymore. My feet scramble against his calves and I moan. It sounds desperate, the pleasure is too much.