The Billionaire's Healing (3 page)

“
Someone's
frisky,” I teased, curling my fingers on top of his.

“
You
make me that way.” Garret smiled before leaning in for a soft
kiss.

“
Are
you sure you don't want to go back to your place to do it?”

“
Why?
I see no reason why we can't do it here,” he purred against my
neck, sending warm shivers throughout my body.

“
If
you insist.” I gave in fairly easily, feeling my need for him
growing with his touch.

“
Shall
we?” Garret stood to offer me his hand and lead me to the
bedroom.

My
room seemed a lot more cramped than his. Of course, his bedroom was
the size of my entire apartment so it was really no wonder. Even my
queen-size bed looked tiny in comparison to his California king. But
at least it was still big enough for the both of us.

“
You
know, you're going to have to leave the light on in here since I'm
not familiar with your room,” Garret teased as he sat on the
edge of the bed to take his shoes and socks off.

“
Nice
try, stud,” I giggled at him, standing to turn the lights off
while he quickly shed the rest of his clothing.

By
the time I returned to Garret, he was already ready for me, his cock
standing at attention, waiting for stimulation. I fell to my knees
before him and flicked my tongue across the tip. After the first
night we had been together, I had told him not to go down on me. Even
though it felt amazing, it was still too embarrassing to expose
myself in such a way. But now that he seemed to be getting so much
oral stimulation, I could feel my body becoming jealous.

My
mouth was less than eager tonight, so I decided to use my hand to
please him instead, stroking him rapidly and bowing in every few
seconds to lick his glans. Garret seemed satisfied enough. Then
again, I was convinced, at this point, that as long as I touched him,
he would be happy.

He
laughed shortly as I made a popping noise from slurping his penis and
then took to my feet, ready to get down to business. “You want
to try something else tonight?” Garret asked.

“
You've
been awfully adventurous lately,” I commented, draping my arms
lightly over his hips.

“
I
figured that since we were working on these exercises that Dr.
Iserman gave us, now was the best time to start trying new things.”

I
had a few new things I wanted to try as well, but I dare not bring
them up this early in our relationship. A wicked grin spread across
my lips, and I decided to play along. “You're the boss.”

“
That's
what I like to hear. Now get those clothes off and bend over the bed.
I want to take you from behind.”

So
demanding, I thought, listening to the sternness of his tone. I was
sure this position wasn't new to either one of us, though it was the
first time we had done it together.

Obediently,
I disrobed and leaned across the bed. Garret stepped up behind me,
pressing a palm against the top of my back to make me bend lower. I
let him take charge, since he obviously knew what he was doing.

Garret's
hand slid between my legs to spread my lips as he guided himself in.
When he was fully inside, he hooked his hands around my hips and
began thrusting. The snugness of it felt different, but definitely
pleasurable. Soft moans escaped my lips as I turned to watch him.

Thanks
to the light from the lamp posts outside, my bedroom was far brighter
than his. My cheap Venetian blind did little to keep it out. As much
as I had fought my mom on putting up curtains, I was now regretting
not letting her do it.

Garret's
eyes were fixed on his cock as it worked in and out of me. It was
admittedly nice to be able to see his expression for once. The look
on his face was pure pleasure, and I was glad that it was my body
that was giving it to him.

The
sounds of slapping filled the room as skin met skin from him pounding
me. I did my best not to lean too far into the bed, dreading it's
horrid squeaking. It wouldn't be something I could avoid though.
After a few more seconds of taking me from behind, Garret was ready
to switch positions, pulling out of me to climb up onto the bed. I
cringed at the sounds it made just from his body weight.

He
laid back, urging me on top of him. As I mounted Garret, I noticed
the parallel strips of light that kissed my skin, illuminating it
from the small slits between the blinds. For a moment, I wanted to
pull away, but then I noticed he was looking at my face, not my body,
and I began to relax.

I
eased down onto his cock, bracing myself with my arms as I began to
thrust up and down. My on top performance had improved immensely from
the last time thanks to watching copious amounts of porn. It even
felt better this time now that I knew how to take control.

Garret
moaned beneath me, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my
backside to help spread me so that I could take him easier. I enjoyed
being in control. It made me forget about everything else—my
mind lost in thoughts of pleasing him.

Soon,
Garret's breath was ragged, and I knew that he was about to blow.
Sure enough, he whispered, “I'm going to come,” urging me
off of him as quickly as possible. I was one second too late though,
and he ended up shooting his load onto my pussy. It felt amazing, the
warmth of his juices spraying around my opening.

Garret
panted beneath me, his eyes slits of pleasure. It was my turn to go
for a towel to clean us both off.

“
Let's
take a shower together,” he suggested when I returned.

“
I
don't think that would be a very safe thing to do in the dark,”
I commented as I rubbed his softening cock, cleaning up the spill.

“
You
do know that I can you see you fairly clearly right now.”

My
entire body tensed, and I felt the need to hide myself from him. As
if to add to my discomfort, Garret let his eyes wander, scanning
every inch of me that I'd been hiding from him for so long.

“
Stop,”
I whispered.

“
Why?
Your body is beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

I
tossed the towel off the edge of the bed and flattened myself beside
him, trying to get as much of my body out of view as possible. Garret
wrapped an arm around my shoulder, drawing me up against his chest so
that he could kiss me on top of the head.

“
I
know we haven't been together for very long, but I love you,”
he said, catching me off guard.

I
didn't know how to respond. It had been so long since I'd heard those
words from another man. If it had been anyone else in such a short
time frame, I wouldn't have believed them. But Garret sounded
genuinely sincere.

The
silence between us was deafening. I knew he was waiting for me to
speak up, but I could think of nothing to say that wouldn't sound
awkward. Those words had always been sacred to me, and I didn't say
them to just anyone.

Sure,
I had feelings for Garret, and they were definitely strong. But were
they strong enough to be love. I hadn't really thought about it,
until now.

He
sighed, realizing that I had no intentions of returning the gesture.
Then his mood seemed to lighten a bit. “Your bed is really
comfortable. Mind if I stay here tonight?”

“
I
would tie you to the bed if you tried to leave,” I replied with
a wicked grin, thinking I might want to do that anyway.

“
That
won't be necessary.” The smile was back in his voice, and I was
more than happy for it. The “I love you” conversation
seemed already forgotten.

It
felt good waking up in Garret's arms, and I realized that I was
slowly getting spoiled from it. The thought of waking up without him
now seemed foreign to me. We spent so much time together that I
didn't even like imagining it.

Quietly,
I crept out of bed with plans to surprise him with breakfast.

After
the amazing night we had had, and his admission of love, I decided to
reward him by working extra hard on shedding my self-conscious
tendencies. Instead of getting dressed completely, like I normally
before he had a chance to see me naked, I decided to make breakfast
in just a t-shirt and underwear. I took a glimpse in the mirror just
in case it was a worse idea than it sounded like. My bed head gave me
a sexy wild appearance, and the way my oversized night-shirt hung
from my body and clung to all the right places seemed appealing
enough. Yes, I decided that I could afford him at least this.

If
it weren't for the sound of the bathroom door shutting, I wouldn't
have even known Garret was up thanks to the crackling of bacon on the
stove. Anxiously, I waited for him to come back out and see me in all
of my half dressed glory. While I did feel sexy, I was sure I didn't
look half as good as I pictured in my head.

“
Maybe
we should have dinner at your apartment more often,” he
commented, leaning against the wall that opened up into the dining
room.

I
was a bit disappointed to see that he had his boxers on, though the
morning wood that pressed against them was still very appealing.
Mister Sexy Blonde Adonis, I thought teasingly to myself as I gave
him a quick look up and down. His bed head looked far better than
mine.

“
I
hope you like your eggs scrambled,” I commented, returning my
attention to the stove.

“
You
should know by now that I'm a human garbage disposal. Whatever you
cook, I'll likely eat . . . except for Brussels sprouts. I've always
hated Brussels spouts,” Garret said with a smile as he pulled
out one of my dining room chairs.

“
That's
a shame. I'm rather fond of Brussels sprouts.”

“
Ew.
They're just gross.”

“
They're
just little cabbages,” I laughed at him.

“
Another
vegetable I'm not very fond of.”

After
we ate breakfast, he dropped me off at work and then went home to get
ready for another business meeting. My day was boring as normal. The
only thing keeping me from going insane were my thoughts of Garret
and his admission of love.

Wednesday
was my one on one appointment with Dr. Iserman. For our private
sessions, I met her at her office, which was unfortunately downtown.
I hated driving downtown, but made the trip anyway just to keep
things rolling smoothly with Garret and I. He was paying for the
appointments, and I didn't want to cause conflict between us by
missing one, even though I wasn't sure they were doing me any good.

“
How
have you been?” Dr. Iserman asked as I took a seat on the couch
in her office.

“
Good.”

“
And
how are things with Garret?”

“
Good.”
I nodded.

“
Have
you been working on the exercises I gave you?”

“
Yes,
but I don't think they're really helping much.”

“
If
they're not helping, it's because you're not in the right mindset,”
she insisted. “You need to believe that you’re beautiful
when you're saying it to yourself.”

“
Saying
it and believing it doesn't make it true,” I retorted.

“
As
long as you keep talking negative like this, nothing will ever
change.”

I
sighed, wanting nothing more than to get away from the subject.
“Garret told me he loved me the other day.”

“
Well,
that's wonderful.” Dr. Iserman looked genuinely delighted.
“That's a big step for him.”

“
I'm
just surprised it happened so soon, you know?”

“
Do
you love him?”

“
I'm
not sure.” I shrugged. “ I mean, I think I do. He's been
amazing.”

“
Well,
that should boost your confidence even more.”

“
I
think it has,” I admitted, thinking about how I had cooked him
breakfast in just my underwear and a night-shirt. Things were
definitely moving in the right direction for both of us, despite my
resistance to change.

The
rest of the session proceeded as awkwardly as expected. My new
self-esteem exercise for the week was to be the change I wanted to
see, which meant it was time to hit the gym. Working out was one of
my least favorite things to do, but it was a necessary evil if I ever
hoped to lose weight. In the back of my mind, I kept telling myself
that if Garret didn't mind my weight, then did it actually matter if
I worked out. Probably not.