Garrett (Cold Fury Hockey 2)

And, damn...he was right.

So I promised...I wouldn't hide anything from him again. I promised that after he made it clear that I couldn't waste my energy on worrying about him, and that I needed to give him the benefit of the doubt, that he could handle this and still be a competitive hockey player.

So, why do I still want to slap some sense into his stubborn head? Because he's acting like I'm still lying up in the hospital. He's refusing to see that I'm fine...all better. Back having energy, feeling great, and so ready to have him fuck me the way he has before.

Instead, I suffered excuse after excuse of him putting me off.

The day he got back...okay, I understood that. I had just been released from the hospital, so I was fine to just let him hold me that night.

The next night, I got that too. He said he didn't want to overexert me and that maybe we needed to wait another day. Just to make sure that all my strength was back and I wasn't overtaxed.

The third, fourth, and fifth days were impossible to have sex with him because he went on a short three-day road trip and I had to make do with my memories. Which was incredibly frustrating.

But I reached my breaking point last night when Garrett flew in late and showed up at my apartment. I was primed and ready to have some raunchy, headboard-banging sex. Instead, he gave me some bullshit that he was "too tired" from the road trip and just wanted to get a good night's sleep. He gave me a sweet kiss on my forehead and melded my body to his, but did nothing more than hold me gently all night.

Gah...so fucking frustrating.

But I'm done with that. As soon as he shows up tonight, I'm attacking him, and if he tries to put me off, there's going to be holy hell to pay.

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Garrett knocks on the door, but I don't get up from the bed. Instead, I smile to myself and hold firm onto my patience. He only knocks once more before I hear the door open and him call out, "Olivia?"

"I'm back here...in the bedroom," I call back.

I'm not prepared for the sound of Garrett crashing down the hallway. He hurls himself through my door, eyes wild. "Are you okay?"

He takes one look at me and his jaw drops. The fear on his face melts away and his eyes go hot with lust.

That's because I'm lying naked on the bed with one hand on my breast and the other between my legs. I even have my hair in the braids that he so adores. Giving him a sultry smile, I say, "I'm fine. More than fine, I'd say."

"What are you doing?" he croaks uncertainly, even as his eyes roam all over me. I feel a flash of feminine power when his tongue comes out to swipe at his lower lip.

"You know what I'm doing," I purr at him. "Getting myself ready for you."

For a split second, I think he might attack. It's what I want...what I need. His hands open and close, fisting hard, and he actually takes one tiny step toward me. But then his jaw tightens and he stops. "Um...I thought we'd go out to dinner. I'm starved. So, why don't you get dressed and we'll go get something to eat. And maybe later...if you're not too tired--"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," I snarl at Garrett as I partially sit up on the bed, supporting myself on my elbows. "I'm not tired, I'm not sick, and I don't need you to be careful with me. I'm horny as hell and I need you to get over here and do something about it."

Garrett blinks at me...eyes as wide and round as an owl's. Indecision masks his face, so I decide to help move him along.

"Do you not find me attractive?" I murmur.

His eyes soften and he tilts his head. "You know I do. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Don't you want me the way I want you?" I ask, lying back down and sliding my hand down my stomach.

He doesn't respond, but his eyes latch on to my movement, watching my hand's descent intently. I reach the promised land and start moving my fingers in a gentle circle. Damn, that feels good, but I'd rather have Garrett's hand there. He swallows hard and watches me play with myself.

My breath puffs out and I reach up to pinch a nipple with my free hand. "Mmmm," I moan softly.

"Christ," Garrett mutters as he takes a step toward me, never taking his eyes off my body.

"I'm only going to say this once, Garrett, so please listen carefully."

His eyes snap up to mine and my breath hitches from the unbridled lust I see in his gaze. He looks dangerous...which is exactly what I wanted to achieve.

"We are done with you treating me so carefully. I am fine...healthy...and I'm horny." I pull my hand from between my legs and reach under my pillow to pull out the condom I had tucked under there a bit ago. I fling it at him and it hits him square in the chest. He bobbles it, but then manages to keep hold of it. "Now...I demand you put that thing to use, and I demand you do it hard...rough...completely out of control. I need it that way, and you're just the man to give it to me."

Garrett's lips curve upward slightly and he stalks to the edge of the bed. I glance down his body and see his cock is pushing hard against his jeans, so I know my words and actions have affected him nicely. I know without a doubt he most definitely still wants me.

"You want it hard?" he asks in a low rumble that causes my pulse to skyrocket.

"Yes," I whisper. "I want it all."

Rubbing his thumb over the silver foil of the condom thoughtfully, he asks, "But are you ready?"

"See for yourself," I challenge him.

His eyes flash nuclear, then darken, and his smile turns sinful. His hand shoots out straight between my legs and he cups me gently. I hold my breath, feeling the pounding of my heartbeat like a bass drum. Garrett drags his fingers up my center, then slides two fingers inside me.

I release my breath in a massive gust and push my hips up...urging him on further.

"You are most definitely ready," he murmurs in affirmation as he watches his own fingers moving within me. "So wet for me."

"Because I've missed you," I tell him, and his gaze swivels toward mine.

"I've missed you too," he says gruffly. "Missed being buried deep inside of you."

"Let's rectify that," I whisper.

Garrett leans over the bed, resting each of his hands at the side of my head. He lowers down and presses his mouth to mine, giving me a soft kiss that is intensely moving. I sigh with happiness.

Inching his hands inward, Garrett wraps his fingers around each braid...right at the base close to my head. He pulls away from my lips, lifting straight up and pulling on my braids at the same time. My upper body has no choice but to follow, and I relish the slight sting to my scalp. He pulls me right to the edge of the bed until I'm in a kneeling position before him.

Releasing his hold on me, he places the condom against my chest and I automatically reach to grab it from him.

"Put it on me," Garrett says thickly as he undoes his jeans and pulls his cock out. "Then I'll fuck you hard."

A tremor of need races through my body and I feel a little light-headed. My hands shake as I open the condom packet and try not to drool over the impressive shaft hovering just in front of my lips. I try to ignore it...just ignore it.

Oh, damn. No ignoring that. I bring one hand up and grasp Garrett at the base of his cock, giving a little tug to pull him forward while I lean in to him.

"Oh, hell, no," Garrett says as he pulls away from me, snatching the condom out of my hand. "My girl said she wants a hard fucking, and I'm on a mission."

I start to giggle, but the feral look in Garrett's eyes stops me. He swoops the condom on so quickly, I'm not even sure how he managed to do it, then lays a big hand in the middle of my chest. With a slight push he says, "Get on your back and open up those pretty legs for me."

"Oh, jeez," I mutter as I fall backward on the bed, spreading my legs just as he asked me to. "That's so hot."

Garrett gives me a quick smirk and then falls on top of me...still fully clothed while I'm completely naked. Raising my legs up, he stares at me just a moment before plunging deep into me. I cry out over the invasion because it's the best thing that I've ever felt

and then cry out again when he pulls out and slams back in.

"This might bruise a bit," Garrett rumbles just before he slams his mouth down on mine. His hips piston wildly against me, slamming in and out in the hardest fucking he's ever given me. His tongue lashes against mine, and he bites at my lips.

God, I so needed this. Exactly like this.

Because he makes me feel alive. He makes me feel everything.

Garrett drives into me harder, drives me higher and higher. His breath pants into my mouth, his fingers dig into my legs as he holds them up. He overwhelms me and I don't ever want him to stop.

"Baby...I'm going to come," he gasps against my lips. "Tell me you're close."