When he pushed in, the sensation had her bracing her palms flat on the door and pressing back against him. She tilted her head to the side as Garret ran his tongue up her throat. He rocked into her slowly as he found her clit again with his hand.
“Don’t be gentle, Garret.”
He laughed against her neck and pushed into her harder. “Okay, but tell me if I hurt you.”
She moved one hand to the ceiling as she rocked back against him. “You won’t.”
“But your leg’s bandaged.” He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pounded into her again, harder this time, even as he asked the question.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a new tatt.”
“A tattoo?” He groaned. “I wanna see.”
“See later. Fuck me now.” She gasped.
“Gladly.” He sounded as breathless as she felt.
Garret pulled her hips toward him. He bent her at the waist so her forehead rested against her forearm on the doorframe below the window and pistoned into her, finally giving her what she needed—a good, hard fucking.
He reached around and found her piercing again, pressing the metal against her clit as he pounded into her. Her body tightened again, gripping his cock inside her. “I’m going to come.”
“I know.” Garret moaned and leaned harder against her back. “I can feel you squeezing me.”
“It feels so good. Keep going. Please, don’t come yet.”
He laughed. “I’m not even close.”
As the windows began to steam up and the seat squeaked, loud and rhythmically in time with the sounds of slapping flesh, he pounded her straight into another orgasm until she was a writhing mass of sensations. Then, amazingly, he kept going. Silver didn’t complain or mind. It had been far too long since she’d done this.
She didn’t know how long he plunged into her from behind before he finally held deep and roared with his own release.
When he finally stopped pulsing inside her, he leaned heavily against her back, panting but not moving. That was okay. No rush. Her legs were stiff from being in the same position for so long. She didn’t think she could straighten them anyway.
Silver tilted her head just enough to look at him over her shoulder. “Do you always last that long?”
“Sorry. Only when I’ve had a few drinks. You okay?”
She laughed. “Oh, don’t apologize. I’m fine.”
She’d had a long bout of celibacy to make up for. Meanwhile she was hoping Garret had a few drinks tomorrow night too. He crawled backward to the driver’s seat. After pulling the used condom off with a snap, he opened the window a crack and threw it out.
She spun around, grimacing as her legs protested. “That’s littering, you know.”
Garret cocked a brow at her. “I promise when I’m not having sex in my truck, I dispose of all my trash properly and I even recycle. Can I see your tattoo now?”
“Sure.” Silver pulled her sweats down past her knees and opened her thighs wide. She didn’t think anything of it. After all, Rico had spent the better part of the afternoon between her thighs and she and Garret had just had amazing sex, but when she glanced up she found Garret staring.
He reached out and ran just a fingertip over the bare, hairless skin of her pussy. “It’s so smooth.”
What exactly did a girl say to that?
“Uh. Thanks.” She picked at the edge of the tape and gauze, and then went to work unwrapping the cellophane. She’d have to put more ointment on it when she got back to the room anyway. She finally pulled off the last of the coverings and exposed her new dogwood blossoms.
“That’s it. It’ll be red for a little while yet.” She looked up to see his reaction.
After checking out the back window first, Garret turned on the overhead light and let out a whistle. “Wow. That’s absolutely beautiful.”
His compliment made her smile. “Thank you.”
“Did it hurt?” Garret’s focus remained trained on the design.
He must really like the tattoo since it had actually managed to drag his attention away from her pussy.
“Like a bitch, but it was totally worth it.”
“Mmm, hmm. Totally.” Garret hit the light and leaned low, pushing her thighs wider.
He spread her lips with his thumbs and then the heat of his mouth surrounded her as he sucked her piercing in. Silver hissed in a breath between her teeth. This move was a surprise, but definitely a pleasant one.
“Okay?” He glanced up.
“Oh yeah.” She’d figured he was done for the night. No way was she complaining he wasn’t.
“Good.” He went back to working her, mouthing the piercing before moving to tongue her clit.
He slid two fingers inside her and pressed up. It caused an entirely different sensation than his mouth on her clit did. The combination was enough to have her lifting her hips up as he worked her hard, both inside and out. She sucked in another sharp breath as he latched onto her barbell with his teeth and tugged.
“Hurt?” He lifted his head to look at her.
“No, and I like a little pain anyway. Keep going.”
His brow rose. “I’ll remember that for next time.”
Next time. Oh yeah. She couldn’t wait, but right now she couldn’t think past the feel of what he was doing to her as he pressed down with his open palm just below her belly button, while at the same time pressing his finger up from inside her. It caused a wonderful pressure in a place she’d never felt before.
She groaned from the sensation. “What are you doing to me?”
He raised his mouth off her clit just enough to answer. “Working your G-spot.” He gave the area another firm press between his two hands, one inside and one outside her. The move emphasized his point. “Like it?”
“Mmm, hmm.” It felt deliciously different than when he worked her clit. There was a good chance she could come just from this, but it would be even better when combined with his mouth.
“Want more?”
“Mmm, hmm.” She pushed his head back down until he drew her barbell into his mouth again, but before he did she didn’t miss his smile.
She was right about the orgasm being doubly good from the combination of Garret’s mouth on her clit and his hands working her G-spot. It was almost too good when it hit. Her hips jumped. Her muscles clenched. And even as she came, riding wave after wave of pleasure, there was a pressure building inside her that threatened to snap and send her over the edge of another precipice. A place she’d never been before. Another level where anything might happen. A little freaked out by feeling so totally out of control, she pulled his head up.
“Too good. No more.” Twitching beneath him, she fought to catch her breath.
“Too good? Really?”
“Yes, really.” Silver laughed.
It was like when she told her students they’d done a good job but they still weren’t happy until they got a gold star too. It was very tempting to let him try for another gold star. The lit clock on the console caught her eye. They’d been at it for a very long time. It was late.
“I hate to say this, but I’m afraid we’d better get back soon before we’re missed.”
“Yeah. You’re right.” Garret sighed and pushed himself up.
She glanced down as he pulled his underwear back into place. He was hard again. “Uh, did you want me to do something about that before we go in?”
Garret laughed. “If you do we’ll be here another two hours. I drank, remember? The second time takes even longer than the first.”
Her brows rose high. It would be very tempting to keep Garret well plied with alcohol if they were a couple. She certainly would be well fucked. “Okay. Next time.”
“Next time for sure.” He grinned.
Garret waited for to get her sweats back on and gather up all the dressings from her tattoo before he opened the truck door.
They walked through the lobby beneath lights that after the dimness in the truck seemed brighter than the surface of the sun. Silver had to wonder if she looked as well satisfied as she felt and if the desk clerk noticed. She glanced sideways at Garret and yeah, his color was a little high too. Not to mention they both had sex hair.
“So what other tricks you know?” She glanced at him as they reached the elevator and no one could hear her question.
“More than I can show you during one night in my truck.” He poked the button and the doors slid open immediately. He waited for her to step inside then followed her in.
“Hmm. Good to know.” She pushed the button for their floor.
As the elevator began to move, Garret stood alternating between looking at her and glancing at the numbers of the floors they passed. “So…”
“So,” Silver repeated.
“So…so much for my rule.” He let out a short huff of breath.
Silver wrinkled her nose and shrugged. “It’s really more of a guideline anyway.”
He laughed. “Yeah, guess so. See you at breakfast tomorrow morning?”
“Yup. See you in your truck again tomorrow night?”
His chin dropped—defeat obvious in his expression—before he raised his gaze and made eye contact with Silver. “Yeah.”
The elevator door opened and she stepped out first.
“Good.” She smiled. “Night, Garret.”
“Night, Silver.” He turned toward his door. Before he slid the key card inside, he glanced back at her and shook his head. She knew exactly what he was thinking. He didn’t want to want her, but he did.
She opened her own door and heard Aaron’s snores. He’d never even know she’d left.
God she loved men. Such predictable creatures.
Chapter Six
“You have to act normal.” Silver’s gaze bore into him and there was no mistaking from her whispered tone that she was not happy.
“I am.”
But the two of them hanging back by the breakfast buffet and whispering sure as hell was not normal since they’d only met last night, so Garret wished she’d quit it.
“You didn’t say two words during breakfast.”
His eyes opened wide. “And that’s normal. I’m not a morning person.” To emphasize the point, he turned back toward the coffee urn and refilled his paper cup. He snapped a lid on the cup and glanced at Aaron and Skeeter. “Come on, before they get suspicious.”
Aaron stood in the doorway looking antsy. “Rider meeting is in half an hour. We should get going.”
Skeeter laughed. “You know Garret doesn’t go anywhere until he’s had at least two cups of coffee. Three’s even better.”
“You know it.” Garret raised his cup and sent a meaningful look in Silver’s direction. That would teach her to question him about being normal.
Her brows rose before she turned back to her brother. “So I’m going to go do a little shopping while you guys are in your meeting.”
“You taking the bike?”
Garret hid his smile as Silver rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m taking the bike. What else do I have to take?”
“Well, Skeeter and I can squeeze into the front seat of Garret’s truck and you could use mine.”
“Fine.”
Great, so now Aaron would be sitting right where Garret had fucked his sister while he’d slept. Aaron really was overprotective when it came to Silver, which meant it was really extra stupid that Garret had done what he did with her last night. But what man could have resisted her outright offer. And that piercing—holy crap.
Damn, he couldn’t even think of it without his dick getting hard. There was no way he would have let her go and wake up Skeeter to take care of her needs, and she would have done it too. Silver was a no-nonsense kind of chick. That was more than obvious. No games. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t shy about getting it—on the stairs, in his truck…
Forget about all that shit about his liking a challenge. This was damn nice compared to the usual girls he was around. It was also a hell of a turn on. But it was bad—so bad—because this incredible woman was the sister of one of his best friends.
Thoughts and regrets about last night, followed by thoughts and plans for a repeat tonight, occupied Garret the entire drive to the meeting. And once there, seated in his chair between Skeeter and Aaron, he didn’t hear a word said during it.
Someone slapped Garret’s arm and startled him out of his thoughts. He glanced to his right as Aaron leaned closer.
“I forgot when I gave my truck to Silver that I’ll need to get to that thing for my sponsor right after this.” Aaron kept his voice down as the rider meeting went on around them.
“No worries. I’ll drive you.” It was the least Garret could do after having his mouth on Silver’s clit.
“It’s just a signing at the sporting goods store down the road, but it might take an hour or two.”
“Fine. I’ll hang out with you.” Garret nodded as the speaker droned on in front of the seated group of riders.
“Thanks, buddy.”
Garret glanced sideways at Aaron. “No problem.”
Buddy
. Yeah, hell of a friend he was. Garret scowled. Although what Silver had said at one point last night, sometime before he had his fingers all over her hood piercing and his tongue in her mouth, had stuck with Garret. If she was going to have sex with someone, better him, a friend of her brother, than a stranger she picked up in some bar. He wondered if Aaron would feel the same.
Doubtful.
At least she’d been safe with him. They used protection and he’d seen her back to her hotel room door afterward. He held on tightly to that notion as he swallowed his guilt.
There was a flutter of activity around them. Riders began to get up and head for the exit. He’d sat through the entire meeting and couldn’t say what the hell had been discussed should someone ask him.
Women were distracting. Even women you weren’t involved with except for some itch-scratching sex apparently.
It had been really good sex though, and she wanted a repeat tonight. He led Aaron and Skeeter to the truck and tried to bury his mixed emotions. Excitement, horniness and shame all spun through him and had him getting hard when he definitely should not be considering he was standing next to Aaron and was on his way to a fan event.
Yup, women were distracting as hell…and totally worth it. His cock settled into a semi-hard state of anticipation as he put the key into the ignition and prepared for a long day. Aaron’s sponsor appearance, followed by some food, then a night of bull riding, then as soon as Skeeter and Aaron were asleep again, a night with Silver. Garret’s mouth went dry just at the thought.