Page 23 of Unexpected Company
He chuckles. “That’s an interesting summary.”
“You want to know more?”
“Yeah,” he says before asking, “Do you like what you do?”
I stretch out a leg, sliding my foot under his calf, leaving it there to brush against him.
“Mostly. It’s never dull. And the money’s good.”
“But?” he presses.
I shuffle to the side and tip my head, trying to get Garrett to touch me again. He must read my intentions because his fingers move until he’s tickling the nape of my neck.
“It’s lonely. All these people thinking they know me when in truth they don’t. Supernova, my internet persona and I are alike in many ways, but so different in others.”
Garrett makes an understanding noise under his breath, his fingers trailing upward and into my hair. I close my eyes, a moan escaping my lips when his fingernails dig lightly into my scalp.
“What about you, Gare Bear?” I open my eyes and tip my head to the side, his hand moving to rest on my cheek.
“Nothing more to me than what you already know.”
“That can’t be true.”
“Afraid so. I’m not exciting. I’m thirty-three. A little setin my ways. I like staying home, writing, watching history documentaries and cooking. I always wanted to be a writer, so it’s the only thing I’ve ever focused on. My ex left me because he thinks I’m boring, and outside of my agent, I have no friends or family. Unlike you,Supernova, I’m not very daring.”
I tip my head more to brush my lips against his palm, his eyes darkening as he watches me. His skin tastes like salt and chlorine, and I press another kiss over the same spot.
Garrett shifts, one hand palming over his boxers as he moves closer. I sit up and his hand follows, cupping my cheek.
“I’m sure you’re more daring than you think,” I say, my voice thick with arousal. “What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done?”
Garrett is quiet for a moment before he moves forward, his other hand coming up to the side of my neck.
“This,” he whispers, pulling me closer and pressing his lips to mine.
I scramble forward. Garrett’s hands falling to my hips as he hauls me completely onto his lap. My hands find his chest, my fingers twining in the hair there, circling and pinching at his nipples.
Garrett parts his lips, moaning into my mouth as his tongue challenges mine for dominance and I submit, letting him lead the kiss and my body.
“Is this okay?” Garrett breaks the kiss to whisper as his hands knead the naked flesh of my ass cheeks.
“Better than okay. But more kissing, please.”
He smiles, his eyes dark but warm, and then angles his head, taking my lips in a hungry kiss.
We stay like that for what feels like hours, my body writhing on top of his and both of us flushed and gasping for air when webreak apart. Garrett’s lips are kiss-swollen and wet and his hard cock is pressed against my ass.
“Can you touch me?” I ask, bold amidst the current of want taking over. I whine when I press myself flush against him, rubbing my jock covered cock against his stomach. He’s soft around the edges, covered in coarse hair, and I have this unquenchable desire to rub my cock on him and watch my cum stick to the dark strands.
Garrett nods, then kisses my neck, nipping and sucking a line from my collarbone to beneath my ear. I tremble under his touch.
“Anything you want, sweet thing. I want nothing more than to touch you, and taste you,” he says, “but can we get out of the tub?”
I sit back and look him in the eye. A grin settles on my face.
“Had enough of the human soup?”
He chuckles, playfully swatting my ass. Then, in a show of strength I was not expecting, he tightens his hold on me and stands. My legs grip his waist, reluctant to let him put me down when he swings me over the side of the tub, setting me on my feet.
