cries grew louder, more frequent, her hips
meeting his thrust for thrust, he withdrew.
“What the fuck?” she yelled, almost sobbing. “I was so
fucking close!”
“Turn over,” he said, ripping the case off one of the
pillows.
“What?”
“I said turn over,” he snapped, and smacked her hip with a cupped
hand. She glared at him but did as he said, kneeling in front of him on all
fours.
“Hot damn,” he hissed, running a hand over her ample ass.
“And I thought you looked good from the front.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she growled like an angry animal. “Now.”
Garrett had never been one to ignore the command from a
horny woman. Positioning himself just behind her, he entered her body—and
nearly lost himself right there. She’d been a tight fit before, but in this
position? She was squeezing his cock so tightly he saw stars.
But he wanted more, and so did she. So that’s what they’d
get.
He twisted the pillowcase into a short rope and passed it
beneath her hips. Holding one end in each hand, he used the makeshift sling to
pull himself deeper. Slower at first, then faster, then a pace that had Mia
nearly sobbing as his hips smacked against her ass, his cock moving deeper and
deeper inside her, the sling pulling her back onto him.
“Garrett, please, please let me come!”
He ripped the sling away and reached beneath her,
maneuvering that little ring and the hard, throbbing clit beneath. Mia
screamed, bucking hard as her orgasm crested over them. At her body’s shudders
and movements, Garrett lost control, pouring himself deep inside her body. His
muscles trembled as he knelt there, trying to keep his heart from thumping out
of his chest.
Mia’s soft cries faded and her upper body fell to the bed,
face muffling in the pillow.
“Holy shit.”
Garrett withdrew from her reluctantly, falling to the side.
“You said it.”
Neither of them could move for several minutes. They lay
side by side with no sound except for their ragged breaths. When Garrett could
move again, he padded into the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, Mia was
sprawled in the middle of the bed, fast asleep.
He laughed to himself as he climbed into bed beside her.
“Looks like I picked up a narcoleptic.”
She snuggled against him again, but this time he just put
his arm around her and let sleep carry him away.
Chapter Five
Mia didn’t really want to wake up, but the sunbeam that
peeked through the heavy curtains had other ideas. Rubbing her eyes, she
yawned. God, she felt yummy. Her skin was tingly, almost prickly, as if she’d
just come in from the sun. Energized, as though she’d run a marathon. Tender,
as if she’d…
A prodding at her backside brought the memory back in a
rush.
Dammit, she had. She’d fucked him.
Rolling over, she examined her bed partner. He was still
naked like she was, the sheet coming up to his waist. The super-short haircut,
which made him look kind of military, tough and dangerous when he was awake,
made him look younger while he was asleep. The cleft in his chin was more
pronounced as his cheek lay on the pillow. The muscles of his chest were still
damn impressive, even while completely relaxed.
Mia sighed. God, it had been amazing. She’d probably never
see this guy again. Damn her luck. That had been the best sex she’d ever had.
Regretfully, she left the bed and headed into the bathroom.
She’d have to wake him up soon, or she’d miss the beginning of BodModCon day
two. And if there was something she wanted to avoid today, it was Jules and
Matt crapping all over her beautiful afterglow.
When she came out of the bathroom, Garrett was awake and
looking at his phone.
“Morning,” she said self-consciously. Damn it, she should
have grabbed her clothes while he was asleep.
“Morning.” He rose without covering himself and crossed the
room until he was right in front of her. Bending his head, he kissed her
tenderly. “You okay?”
Her lips fired from the sweet