Page 11 of Snake Eyes (Out of His League #2)

Garrett

I boot the bedroom door open, the slam echoing around the darkened room.

We tumble into it as one, swept away on a sea of desperate kisses.

I’ve fought a valiant battle against my need for Charlie, but now that we’ve broken through the barrier, I can’t get enough of her.

Her scent is everywhere here, a mixture of her delicate floral perfume and a wisp of something that’s entirely her , and it drives the beast inside me wild.

I haul her up against me, my hands finding purchase on the curve of her ass. She gasps into my kiss as her legs clamp around my hips, and a visceral rumble of pure, untamed satisfaction leaves my throat. Those legs are exactly where they fucking should be.

Charlie’s hair tumbles around her head like a perfect golden crown as I lower her onto the bed, her eyes full of desire. The image solidifies in my head almost immediately, and I know that this is how I’ll remember her.

Pain slices into my chest at the thought. It reminds me that Charlie isn’t here permanently. She has a life to get back to. She isn’t going to want to stay in a small town in the middle of nowhere .

I can’t escape from the facts, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try and outrun them.

My lips slant over hers in an endless caress, only breaking long enough for me to pull her shirt over her head, her hands tracing the tattoos on my chest. Her lips are flushed from our embrace, her eyes bright as they look up at me.

One by one, we rid her of her clothes until they’re scattered over the floor like the leaves on the ground outside.

“Mother of god.” My voice is a rough rumble in the low light, the sight of her curves almost taking my breath away.

She basks in my reaction, biting her lip and leaning back for my perusal.

Her breasts shift slightly with the movement, those puckered nipples just begging for my touch.

Her waist dips inwards before flaring wide.

Battling for my gaze is the soft feminine swell beneath her navel, but then I see those thighs and—

Charlie’s determined hands shoot to my belt.

Within seconds, she frees my throbbing erection from its denim confines. A gruff exhale escapes me as she wraps her hand around it, giving it a teasing stroke.

“Lie down.” She pushes me back with her free hand until I’m reclining on the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. “You had your fun in the bar.”

I want to say that I’d hope she had her fun too, but I don’t get a chance. I grunt as she squeezes the base of my cock before dragging her tongue along the sensitive underside.

“Fuck,” I hiss, watching her return for a second pass. Ecstasy shudders through me at the slick warmth, peaking as she reaches the head. A drop of pre-cum waits for her there, and I’m hypnotized as her tongue laps it up .

My hands are gentle as I gather her hair into my grasp, lifting it away from her face so I can ensure every bit of this night is burned into my memory.

I go to wrap her hair around my fist on instinct but catch myself at the last minute.

Her eyes flutter briefly before she sends me a saucy look, swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock. “Garrett?”

With difficulty, I drag my gaze back up to her eyes. “Mmm?”

“Stop pretending to be such a gentleman.” Her tongue flicks over the head of my cock, my hips jutting upwards of their own accord. “I want you to make me your little fuck toy—starting with my throat.”

Holy fuck. Her words have my cock leaking in earnest. I angle a challenging brow, slowly winding those silky blonde strands around my hand until I’m anchored there, tight and possessive. “You sure about that?”

Charlie’s exhale is almost a moan, her gaze glittering as her lips close over the head of my cock. She slides me into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out. A lethal hiss tears from my chest. She sucks like my life depends on it, and goddamn, I think it might.

The pleasure cuts through me, sharp and merciless, leaving me laid out against the pillows.

My fingers curl in her hair, spurring on her movements until we’re locked in an erotic, never-ending dance.

I’m spellbound, my movements becoming rougher and rougher.

I slowly pull her up by her hair as she sucks, my guttural moans combining with the approving cries she lets out around my cock—and then I’m pushing her head down again, drowning in ecstasy.

I’m pacing myself, holding back my release—and I’m doing well until she cups my sac.

“Charlie, baby,” I pant, feeling the fiery threat of my orgasm at the base of my cock. I stop her from swallowing me once more, finally bringing our dance to an end. “I’m going to come if we’re not careful. Come here,” I murmur, lifting her into a sitting position. “Sit on my lap.”

I pull her up until her thighs are split over mine. My cock is sandwiched between us, flat against my stomach as the slick warmth of her cunt presses against my sac.

It’s not a position I’ve ever been in during sex—face-to-face—but my need to watch her overrides my instinctual shyness.

I claim her lips, desperately savoring every second while I still can. I’m rougher than I would usually be, but Charlie throws it right back at me. Both of her hands come up to grip my face. She rocks her hips, grinding her clit along my cock.

Still half-lost in our kiss, I reach out to blindly fumble in the direction of my nightstand, throwing the drawer open as I search for condoms. It’s a jumble of little packets in here, but every one I find seems to be lube rather than the damned condoms I want.

Finally, though, I find what I’m after, feeling the ring through the crinkle of the packaging.

The sound has Charlie breaking our embrace. She frowns, taking it from my grip to examine it. Her kiss-bitten lips tighten a moment later. “Is this the only one you have?”

“I’m sure there are others in there. They’re all from the same box. What’s wrong? Is it out of date?” I can’t lie; there’s a chance they might be.

“It’s not that.” There’s an apologetic slant to her expression. “This is latex. I can’t use it, I’m allergic.”

Ah, shit. Of course she is. On the first day we started cleaning Snake Eyes, I offered her the cleaning gloves that were hanging in the back room, but she declined.

I ended up giving her a box of disposable gloves from my leatherworking studio.

They were a few sizes too big, but it was better than nothing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think.”

She drops it back in the drawer with a half grin, searching through the untidy mess within. “No need to apologize. You say you don’t have any others?”

I shake my head. “No,” I say softly, reaching in for a packet of lube before spreading it all over my painfully hard cock. She’s already soaked, but a little extra lubrication can’t hurt. I press a soft kiss against her lips. “So how ‘bout you keep grinding on me instead?”

Charlie lights up with understanding, positioning herself over my slick length before slowly moving. She gasps as her clit glides past the ridged head of my cock, and that’s all it takes for me to jump into action.

My fingers bite into her soft hips, guiding her back and forth. I knew this would be pleasurable for her , but I’m surprised by how good it is for me. The feeling of easing through her heat is sublime. Her lips grip me as I begin to rock my hips from below, mindless with arousal.

“ Fuck , you don’t know how goddamned good you look like this, Charlie.

How good this feels.” I let my head fall back on the pillow, devouring the sight of her like this—her hair down, her lips parted, her breasts swaying, her lush thighs split over me, her brow furrowed in bliss, and I still need more .

“ Garrett .” Her gasp is one I commit to memory, luxuriating in the fact that it’s my cock giving this to her.

My chest heaves as I plunge through her cunt, feeling tremors against my cock. “Good?”

Charlie nods on a broken cry, every exhale catching in her throat. “So good—oh god, right there, Garrett. More. More. More .”

I groan, moving faster and faster, feeling the first caresses of release in my spine.

Did I think this felt good back in the bar?

Because watching her fall apart like this is fucking magnificent.

Feeling those little twitches is even better, knowing that she’s on the edge—and I’m right there with her.

“Ride me, baby,” I pant, my gaze locking with hers through lowered eyes, holding back my own release. “Come with me.”

Charlie’s dull nails bite into my wrist—a half second before her body convulses and a helpless sound tears from her throat. It’s equal parts gasp and moan; it’s the last thing I hear before unbearable, dazzling, white-hot pleasure crests through me.

With anyone else, eye contact would have been impossible, but with Charlie, it’s natural . I hold her gaze as bliss shudders through us both, pouring everything I can into the connection—everything I’ve left unsaid.

That I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her; she’s in my head and under my skin, and I’d burn the world to ashes if she asked me to.

That I want her to stay more than my next breath, but I won’t ask—not when her answer would tear me apart.

That I didn’t intend to fall in love with her, but it’s too late to undo it.

And that watching her leave is going to shred my damaged soul to ribbons—but it’s what she wants, so I’m going to do it anyway.