Page 16 of Tattered Souls (Whispering Falls #2)

Then with his finger underneath my chin, he put slight pressure on it, which caused me to lift my face, and meet his eyes.

Then he winked, “Better.”

He moved so his forearms were caging me in on either side of the stove.

“Gonna make promises to you. Gonna keep them. If I don’t, you want to walk away. I won’t stop you. But know this, Tink. I don’t break my promises, and you want to walk away, then you better have a good fucking excuse. I’m not going to go quietly.”

“It’s like that?” I teased.

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah, it’s like that. I fight dirty, baby. You're not going to give me all that is you, I’m a patient man, baby, and then think you can take it away from me.”

I felt my breath catch, then I said, “So, what you're saying is, as long as you keep your promises to me, you plan on being with me for a while?”

He shook his head, “Nah. What I’m saying is that I plan to be with you forever. And I dare the man above to take you from me before he takes me.”

“And why is that?”

“Because the thought of spending one day on this earth without you... It’s unimaginable.”

My breath halted in my lungs.

I stared up into his eyes, and then he said the words.

“Going to be your safe place.”

And that was when I lost it.

Uncontrollable tears assaulted me.

My face slammed into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and we stood there, as I cried and he held me.

Garrick didn’t move.

He didn’t waver.

He just kept hold of me.

The moment my tears subsided, he winked.

We ate the bacon, and I tossed the eggs and remade them.

Scrambled.

I had just taken a bite of my last piece of eggs when he asked, “Tell me one thing.”

I looked at him as he sipped on a glass of orange juice.

“What do you want to know?”

“One thing you’ve always wanted to do but never could. Just one thing.”

I sat there as I thought about it.

Then I took in his house... “You said you're my safe place.”

He nodded, “I did. I always will be.”

I nodded, then... I told him.

About a wish I always had. I wanted to decorate my home early for Christmas. I loved Christmas. He informed me that it wasn’t his favorite. But that he would try to start liking it for me.

Then he took in his house and nodded.

Then he got up and started clearing away the dishes.

I moved to help, but he shook his head, “Learned that if a woman cooks, she doesn’t clean.”

***

Three weeks.

Three weeks of falling asleep beside him.

Three weeks of waking up beside him.

Three weeks of kisses, of touches, and my body was about fed up with me.

If something didn’t happen soon, I was going to lose my shit.

Garrick had just walked in from being at work and set a bag down on the table behind the couch, and took his shirt off.

He did this by grabbing the back of it behind his neck, bunching his shoulders, and removing it.

It was hands down, one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

Garrick looked at me and smiled, picked up the bag, with his shirt clenched in his hand.

Then walked to me, bent his neck, and pressed a kiss on my lips. “Missed you, Tink.”

I smiled and kissed him back, “Missed you too.”

Then he winked, “Going to go take a shower. I’ll order Chinese for dinner. That okay with you?”

At my nod, he winked, then he headed to the bathroom.

I watched him walk away from me, then I spun around, and braced my hand on top of the island.

How in the world was this so hard?

I wanted him.

Needed him.

Hell, I felt like a hussy.

I had even worn something racy to bed the past few nights, trying to give him hints, but nothing. Absolutely nothing.

No, he just smiled, winked, said it looked hot, and curled my body into his.

I was shaking my head as thoughts started to enter my brain.

Depression thoughts.

But the feel of Garrick as he wrapped his arm around me, stopping them.

I lifted my head and realized he had already showered.

Then he said, “Got something in the bedroom for you. Come with me.”

He didn’t wait for an answer as he moved me out of the kitchen and down the hall and to the bedroom.

And when he reached around me, and opened the door... what I saw... I felt tears prick my eyes.

“I’m not your first, and you're not mine. But you’re going to be my last. I’m going to be yours. So, the way I figure it, this will be our first time. Had to make it special. Had to make it right.”

Rose petals were thrown on the bed.

A bucket of beer and another of wine spritzers were on the dresser.

Candles were lit.

I turned in his arms, and whispered, “You’re a shit.”

He tossed his head back and laughed.

Then he gathered me in his arms again, and sobered, “Know what you’ve been doing, baby. Fucking appreciate it. More than you know. Only thing sexier than those nighties is seeing you in my tees.”

I smiled.

“Really?” I asked.

He nodded, “Now, need the words before I take you to bed and make love to you. Do you want me?”

I didn’t hesitate, as I said, “Enough of the talking, Garrick. Make love to me. Fuck me. Claim me.”

He whispered, “There she is.”

And with that, his lips were on mine, hands trailed.

Lips teased and touched.

I started to take my shirt off, but he halted me, “Let me,” he whispered against my lips.

I let him.

He ran his calloused hands up my sides as he removed my shirt.

And then he stared at my bra-covered breasts for a moment, inhaling a breath.

Then I watched as he dropped to his knees and unsnapped my jeans.

Then he slowly lowered them, revealing the light purple lacy panties I had on.

Once he had my jeans lowered, he tapped each calf for me to lift my legs.

The moment the jeans were gone, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss over my panties.

I felt myself get wet.

Then he stood, winked, and then I watched as he lowered his pajama bottoms, and I watched as his cock was revealed.

And. It. Was. Glorious.

Huge. Long. Aching. I could see the vein protruding.

I licked my lips at the sight of it.

He chuckled, “Give that to you. Give you anything you want. But if I don’t get my lips on your tits, my tongue on your clit, and my cock in your pussy soon, I very well might die.”

I was breathing heavily as I asked, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

His eyes flared, and then I was up in his arms as he was carrying me to bed.

He laid me down and then crawled up the bed.

His hand went to my back, and he expertly unsnapped my bra.

Then he moved it away from my body.

And he would never know how much it meant to me that when he did that, he kept his eyes locked with mine.

I melted... and then... I heated as his mouth moved to my lips, as his big, unclothed body lay down on top of mine.

My legs moved, running them up and down his hips.

Nips. Sucks. You name it, it happened.

His goatee scraped my skin as he moved down one side of my neck with his lips.

Sucking. Twirling his tongue.

My head tilted, giving him better access, and I felt his lips grin.

His mouth moved down to one nipple, teasing it, nipping it, licking it, sucking it.

And when he did the twirling of his tongue, my back bowed off the bed.

He moved to the other nipple and repeated the process.

And I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to come. Now.

“Garrick, I need you,” I said in a moan.

He released my nipple then started to lower his hand, and I knew it was so he could lick my clit.

He shook his head, “Gotta get you ready, baby. I ain’t a small man.”

To that, I growled. All my inhibitions had left my body the moment he had his hands and mouth on me.

“Reach down there and find out. But I need your cock. Now. You can play later. Sixty-nine. I don’t care, but I need you.”

His eyes stared down into mine, as he whispered, “Fucking sweet in the streets, but a wildcat in the sheets.”

I was never like this. Never.

And I knew that Garrick knew it.

He winked, and then when his hand reached my pussy, he stilled. Then he said, “You're soaked.”

I nodded as my body writhed.

I saw him inhale a breath, and then he asked, “Birth control?”

I nodded, then said, “I’m religious with my birth control.”

He nodded, “I’m clean. Haven’t been with a woman in almost a year and a half. That okay?”

I nodded. “I hadn’t had sex with Lance in months. And he always wore a condom. He’s been my only partner.”

“Really thinking about going to jail and killing him. That way it will only be me that’s ever had the pleasure of being inside your body.”

And that shouldn’t have caused the reaction that it did, but it did.

I got even wetter.

And when my eyes heated, Garrick’s did as well.

His hands were braced on either side of my head as he lined his cock with my entrance.

And then he said, “Eyes. Baby. Want your eyes.”

I nodded.

Locking my eyes with his as he slowly started to push into me.

Filling me. Stretching me.

I watched as his jaw ticked, and the vein at his temple pulsed, but he pulled out and slowly pushed back in. “Fuck, but you're tight. Best damn pussy ever.”

I smiled, “Best damn cock ever.”

He chuckled, and then he repeated the move.

Pushing in slowly, then pulling back out.

And I knew he was taking his time.

But I was ready.

“Garrick,” I moaned.

He stilled, felt it, saw it, then he pulled out, and finally, finally, he slammed inside of me.

So hard that my back bowed off the bed and I moaned, “Again. Please.”

He shifted so he had one hand on the outside of my thigh, his other hand braced on the bed, his oceanlike eyes boring down into mine as he thrust inside of me.

Long thrusts.

Hard thrusts.

Soft thrusts.

He was taking his time learning what I liked.

And when I moaned as he did it hard, and hit that spot inside of me, his eyes warmed, then he winked, and did it again. And again. And again.

Garrick

Fuck. Me.

The moment I slid into her tight pussy, I was lost.

Fucking gone.

And I can’t tell you how many engine specs ran through my head as I tried fucking hard not to blow my load the moment her heat settled around my cock.

But I would be damned if I didn’t get my woman off again before I came.

Tatum

He did it again. And again. And again.

And that was when I felt it.

That burning fire.

Building and building and building.

“Give it to me, baby. Now,” he said with a growl.

And then.... it happened.

My body tightened, his teeth gritted as my pussy clamped down around his cock, and then, I saw stars as I came.

“Thank Christ.” He said as he groaned and then stilled.

I felt it.

His hot cum jetting inside of me.

I was slowly coming down when he said, “Won’t ever do this again. But gotta say, best fucking pussy I ever had.”

I winked, “Best cock I ever had.”

He grunted.

Which caused me to giggle.

In return, he chuckled, then winked at me after he finished.

He carefully pulled out of me and then rolled off me and onto his back.

Gathering me in his arms, he pulled me against him.

I rested my head on his chest as it expanded long and slow.

He pressed a kiss on my forehead, and then he moved out from beneath me.

He headed into the bathroom, and then moments later, after he had on his boxers, he held a washcloth in his hand.

He carefully cleaned me up, then tossed it into the hamper.

He tagged his phone as he asked, “Grab me a beer, baby, please.”

I nodded, then tagged one of his tees and slipped it over my head.

Once I had his beer and a wine spritzer for me, he had the phone to his ear.

He took the bottles as he placed our order, popping the top of mine and handing it to me.

We lay there as we waited for the food, talking about everything under the sun.

Once the food arrived, he slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms and started for the door.

I lifted a brow and said, “You’re mine. Cover that up.”

He paused, winked, and then tagged a tee from the closet.

It was later in the night after we’d eaten, cleaned up the bedroom, and I was in his arms in our bed.

“Know, I’ll piss you off. Know you’ll piss me off. But we never go to bed angry. We talk it out, or we fuck it out. Okay?”

I grinned, “Okay.”

He winked, then reached over and turned the light out.

I snuggled into his side, as he pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “Question.”

“Yeah?” I asked with a smile.

“You sore?” he asked.

I felt my cheeks pinken, but I answered him, “A little.”

“I might wake up and want you again in the middle of the night. That okay?”

“I’ve never had that happen, so I don’t know,” I told him.

He nodded, then pressed a kiss, and yawned. “You turn into a harpy if I do it. I’ve been warned.”

I giggled.