Famous in a Small Town

He hooked his fingers to rub at a sensitive spot inside of me and sucked on my clit. Every muscle in me from top to toe drew tighter and tighter. I was either going to come or break. There were no other options.

I gasped and came. The way it rushed through me lit up every part of my being. A sea of stars filled my vision. It was beautiful.

Garrett eased my leg off his shoulder and got to his feet. All while keeping a hand pressing to my middle to make sure I didn’t fall over. Which I appreciated.

“You good?” he asked.

I just nodded. My ability to use words had left the building, apparently.

He tore his tee off over his head and wiped his mouth. Then he undid his jeans and pushed them down a ways to release his cock. It was impressively hard. Veins stood out in stark relief and blood flushed the head purple. He gave it a couple of hard strokes and gave me a hungry look. Seeing his jaw set with such determination made me weak in the knees and then some.

With one arm wrapped around my waist and another around my ass, he ordered, “Up. Wrap your legs around me.”

It wasn’t like I was going to argue. Or stop and think. Because sex with Garrett was always the best idea ever. And especially after today.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and snapped his hips. My spine hit the wall and my breasts jostled against his chest as he filled me to capacity. The feel of him so thick and hard inside of me was divine. He kissed me hard and furious and I tasted myself on his tongue. When he drew back, his gaze was full of lust and wonder.

“How could I ever get enough of you?” he asked. “I’ll calm down in just a moment, I swear.”

I frowned. “Why would you want to do that?”

“Babe,” he said with a smile.

With one hand under my ass and the other cradling the back of my head, the man proceeded to fuck me senseless. The first time had a habit of being hard and fast with us, and that was fine. There would be time to linger and be gentle later. But first we had to meet the voracious need for each other. To become one sweaty, messy tangle. Thank fuck we both felt the same way.

He dragged out the long length of his cock before pushing back inside. Setting a steady rhythm, building in speed. When he found the right spot to hit deep inside of me, a surprising one that made me gasp, his smile amped up to a grin.

“I can’t again,” I puffed.

“Sure you can.”

With confidence like that, I never stood a chance. Especially since he had the skills to back it up. Once, twice, three times he worked the spot. And somewhere between four and five, I came. All of the delicate muscles inside of me clamped down on him and a release of happy chemicals burst through my brain. I bit his shoulder to stop from crying out his name. Or worse, saying something stupid like “I love you.”

He groaned and bucked against me, burying his cock deep and coming hard. We were slumped against the wall with me wrapped around him like a howler monkey. Who was I kidding? Even with the biting, I had probably sounded like one too. When it came to this man, I apparently had no shame.

“Oh, shit,” I said. “We didn’t use a condom again. I brought some home. They’re in my purse downstairs. I better make an appointment with the doctor and get on some birth control.”

“Sounds sensible. Let me know if you want me to go with you.”

“Okay.”

“Will you move in?” he asked in a voice both gentle and lazy. “Please?”

“Oh, all right. But this is seriously not slow. Like . . . not even a little.”

He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Thanks, babe.”

Garrett and the guests were gone when I woke the next morning. They had gotten a seriously early start on the trip back to L.A. It was just me, my bodyguards, and some security people left. Which was still a lot of people. But my romance novels were now piled up beside our bed, my clothes hung alongside his in the walk-in wardrobe, and my favorite coffee mug sat in the kitchen cupboard. We were really doing this. This being the meshing of our lives and stuff. It was all both wild and wonderful at the same time.

My days of playing it safe in all the ways were in the rearview mirror, apparently. Look at me taking chances on love. If I had made Garrett want to get out there and live again, the truth was, he’d done no less for me.