Just Good Friends (Cheap Thrills 5)

Meeting her, I realized now that once military, always military, so there wasn’t any reason to search for something to fill the hole. Just because I wasn’t active in it, it was still a massive part of me. Anything that I might have felt was lacking was fulfilled by P.V.P.D. and my job there, and everything else, every other nook and cranny of my life, was completed by her.

Sound cheesy? I’d seen so much and buried so much deep inside me during my deployments that I was almost numb.

Yes, I was lucky that I didn’t suffer from PTSD or a detachment issue, but in a way, I had other problems. The first thing to even spark a fire was my job, but what gave me motivation, a goal, and brought me happiness I don’t think I’d ever felt in my life was her.

If anyone found that cheesy or cliché, they needed to have been in my shoes and go through the motions like I was toward the end of my career in the military. Then try leaving it all and starting over.

There wasn’t one thing about her that didn’t do it for me, and her taste was one of them. I felt like a glutton as I licked her again, then lowered my mouth so that I could push my tongue inside her.

It was when I brought my thumb into the mix and started to skim over the sides of the bundle of nerves that I’d ignored until then that she woke up. The first sign I got that she was coming round was a moan from her—although that could have been from the two fingers I was gently moving inside her at the time. Then she thrust her pelvis up toward me when I backed away from her, only moving my fingers inside her now, as she came fully to.

“Garrett, you better be—” she gasped as her body jerked. “Why am I tied up with my underwear? I only just got these.”

With one broad swipe of my tongue up her core, I muttered loud enough for her to hear, “I’ll get you more. Adam said Scarlett was going to visit you with more stuff from the store, so I’ll replace them.”

“Of course he knows about that,” she grumbled to herself about me, and I could feel her tugging at the restraint, trying to get free while she did it. “He knows everything.”

Well, not exactly, but I was doing my best to know as much as I could, especially when it came to her.

Pulling my fingers out, I went back to lazily lapping at her, grinning when she thrust her hips up again, impatiently telling me to get a move on. But I wasn’t going to be hurrying, and she needed to know that.

Throwing the covers off us, I looked up at her as I licked again. “We’re going to play a game.”

Lifting her head to look, she asked warily, “And what’s the purpose of this game?”

Shrugging a shoulder, I fluttered my tongue over her clit and then sucked gently on it. “Well, if you behave, the purpose will be to make you come. If you don’t, then you won’t. Pretty simple, wouldn’t you say?”

Growling at me, she dropped her head back onto the pillow and didn’t say anything. Her silence lasted a few minutes as I played, licked, sucked, and flicked.

Finally, she lifted it back up and smiled sweetly at me. “I love you!”

“I love you, too,” I snickered. “But that’s not the key to this game.”

Understanding dawned, and she chewed nervously on the corner of her lip. “What exactly is the key that requires me to be tied to the bed while you torment me?”

Grinning widely at her, I pushed my thumb into her and softly stroked her upper wall. “Well, I’m feeling a bit frustrated that something’s been bugging you, and you haven’t told me what it is.” When she went to say something, I continued, “I know, you’re entitled to have some secrets, but when you become anxious and look scared, it would be helpful for me to know what it is so that I can help you. It would also be helpful because then I don’t worry that the asshole who’s after you is blackmailing you or threatening you if you don’t stay quiet.”

“Shit,” she groaned. “It’s nothing like that, and I didn’t want to tell you because you’re already dealing with enough. How much more can I dump on you before you crack?”

“Nothing is ever too much where you’re concerned, pretty girl,” I said firmly, hoping that it would sink in.

“I get that, I really do. But if I keep piling it on you on top of what you’re already dealing with for me, with work, and life in general, I’m fairly certain you’ll say fuck this and run.”