Garrett (Cold Fury Hockey 2)

"Big time," I say with a grin, and then nip at his lips. "But seriously...never in a million years did I imagine that when you and I met it would lead to this. I wasn't looking for anything other than a quick fling, and you weren't either. It's kind of surreal."

"I'm kind of digging it," he tells me with a grin.

"Me too. Now, can we go have sex?"

Garrett stands up from the chair with one powerful move, carrying my weight with him. "No sex. But we can go cool off in the water for a bit."

I stick my lip out to pout, but honestly...I am feeling a little tired from all the shit I've been through in the last few days. So, I hang on tight to Garrett while he carries me down to the water.

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My eyes blink open as the morning sunlight filters in the window, and the first thing I notice is that I'm ravenously hungry. I haven't felt like that for several days, and I think it's safe to say that the nausea is completely gone. The second thing I notice is that I'm hot because Garrett's body is practically wrapped around me in a cocoon. The third thing I notice is that I have to pee...really bad, so I manage to wriggle out of Garrett's death grip and head to the bathroom. When I'm finished, I pad into the kitchen and drink a large glass of orange juice. I think I'll cook both of us a big breakfast, and I smile...because that would be a nice way to wake Garrett up.

Breakfast in bed.

Of course, I can think of an even nicer way to wake him up, and that has more appeal to me than cooking right now. Setting my juice glass on the counter, I head into the bedroom and take a moment to watch Garrett sleep. After I escaped his clutches, he rolled onto his back and his head is turned my way. His face looks so peaceful...almost boyish in his slumber. The arm with the blackbird tattooed on the inside of his biceps is thrown over his head and his other arm rests casually over his stomach. The sheets are pulled down to his waist and my fingers itch to get at him.

I quickly but silently take off my clothes and stealthily creep back into bed so as not to wake him up. Sliding in as close to him as I can get without touching, I reach out and carefully pull the edge of the sheet up from his waist, taking a peek at what's below. I had gone to sleep before he did last night, but he had stripped down to his boxers before getting into bed. We had gone for another walk on the beach after dinner, and by the time we got back, I was ready to go to bed. I guess Garrett was right...I was still a little weak from everything.

But I didn't feel weak this morning.

The boxers present a little bit of a problem for me, and I chew on my lip while I contemplate how I can best gain access to what lies underneath without waking him up. Possibly I can just slip my hand under the waistband, or maybe even reach in through the fly in the front. Regardless, I know once I get in, I'll have to be very efficient in my ministrations, because I want to get him crazy with lust while he's still incapacitated by sleep so he can't put me off again.

Yup...I think I need to go with the fly approach. It's stealthier, and my blood starts humming with the prospect of what I'm about to do. I reach my hand out very slowly.

"Are you done staring at my underwear?" Garrett says loudly, and I yelp in fright, practically scrambling backward off the bed as I drop the sheet I had been holding up.

He's lying there, grinning at me from ear to ear, while I press my hand to my chest in an attempt to forestall the heart attack that was almost imminent. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Sorry...that was too easy to pass up," he says and laughs. "You were looking at me so intently, I knew it wouldn't take much to startle you."

The realization that he just busted me staring at his groin brings a flood of embarrassment all of a sudden, and I think what a stupid idea that was. I've never been one that was very forward in the bedroom, and now I don't know that I'll ever try anything that daring again. In fact, I should probably just go check in to the local nunnery.

"Come here," Garrett murmurs, and pulls the sheet back.

"Um...I was just going to go make us some breakfast," I stammer.

"Little liar," he teases. "You were thinking of the best way to get me hard before I woke up."

My face turns beet red and I actually back a foot away from the bed. "I was not," I seethe, but damn...he totally knows what I was thinking about.

Garrett just gives a low, husky laugh, then stuns me when he kicks the sheet off his body and wrangles his underwear off. He lies there, fully nude and looking unbelievably sinful. My eyes can't help but stray to that part of him I was so desperate to see just a moment ago. His cock is only at half-mast, lying heavy against his leg.

"I'm all yours to do with as you please," Garrett says as he props both hands under his head and gives me a toothy grin.

An urge to flee is present, but the greater urge to touch him wins out. I crawl up on the bed and kneel beside his hip. My hand reaches out to touch his stomach, but he stops me. "How are you feeling this morning?"

My eyes slide over to his and I give him a reassuring smile. "I'm actually feeling pretty damn good. Hungry, as a matter of fact." I let my gaze slide down his body to his cock, which leaps over the suggestion in my voice and starts to lengthen before my eyes.

"That's all it takes," Garrett says softly.

I turn my gaze back to him. "What's that?"

"Just your words...your eyes on me, and I get hard for you. You don't even have to touch me."

"But I want to touch you," I tell him softly.

"Even better for me," he murmurs.

Resting one hand on his chest and the other on his belly, I lean over and press a kiss right in the middle. Sliding a hand over, I brush my fingers over his erection and am elated when it jerks under my touch. Staring at it...so dark and beautiful...so stiff yet feeling like silk under my fingertips.

"Um...I haven't actually ever done this before," I tell Garrett in a moment of utter honesty. I feel the need to let him know...I could be very bad at this.

"Touched a man's cock?" Garrett asks in surprise. "I find that hard to believe."

"No...I've done that. I mean...I've never given a guy a blow job before."

"Oh," Garrett says softly, then even louder in understanding, "Oh. Well, you don't have to do that. I wasn't even expecting that, really."

"I want to," I tell him firmly. "I really, really want to."

"Fuck, Olivia...your innocence and your exuberance are a really hot combination," he says with a smirk. "I might not survive this."

My fingers close around his shaft and I squeeze him gently, feeling him swell even larger. "Um...I'm not sure if I can...um..."

My voice falters and I'm suddenly doubting every single womanly ability I have. "Not sure you can what?" Garrett prompts me as he brings one hand out to touch my face.

"Swallow," I whisper. "I don't want to take any chances in case...um...my stomach decides it's not through rebelling."

Garrett

blinks at me for a moment, his face a blank mask. I can't tell if I've offended him or maybe he just didn't understand what I mean by that. Then he throws his head back and laughs. A deep, booming laugh. I watch him for a moment, not sure if I should be angry or not that he's not taking me seriously, but then I realize...this is pretty fucking funny. So I start laughing too.

"Come here a minute," Garrett says as he continues to chuckle. I release my hold on him and crawl up his body, until I'm lying almost on top of him.

We stare at each other with goofy grins. "I'm guessing I just took all the sexy out of this little moment, huh?"

Garrett shakes his head, giving another laugh. "You are still sexy as hell. It's just funny...the little ways in which your cancer will pop up. I mean...seriously, if I was feeling sick, the thought of swallowing that wouldn't appeal to me either."

Resting my chin on his chest, I look up at him with a smile. "You're a good sport."

He shrugs. "We'll figure this out together."

"Agreed," I say, and then push myself up. "And now...I think I am going to attempt to give you a blow job. Just give me a smack on the head or something when you're, um...you know, ready to blow or something."

Garrett starts laughing again, and so do I, and it takes a few moments for us to get under control. Finally, I take a deep breath in and blow it out, sliding a quick look at him. "Okay. I'm ready."

He looks at me seriously, and then starts snickering again. I smack him on the stomach to get his attention. "Stop. I need to concentrate."

"Okay, that's enough," Garrett says as he surges up from the bed. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he spins me away from him and pushes me back onto the mattress, bringing his body over mine. "You can blow me some other time. I need to take control of this situation or neither one of us is going to get off."

"Nice," I mutter over his filthy words, but secretly, I'm pleased he's taking over. I really, really want to be good for him, and all my doubts and then us laughing have me off-kilter. I want Garrett in every single way, and that includes having him in my mouth and sucking down every drop he offers me. I need to be on my A game for that because I want it to be perfect for him.

Garrett kisses me softly, then pulls back to look in my eyes. "Seriously, though...how are you feeling?"