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Three Years later...
The hot water cascaded over my shoulders as the cold tile pressed against my back. I struggled to not slip on the wet tiles. Garret’s talented tongue worked between my legs, his groans filling the room.
My body tightened and the tell tales signs of an impending orgasm began to work their way up my body.
“Garret,” I panted, struggling to stay on one foot. My knee began to shake. My eyes drifted down to where he was kneeling between my legs. His body was fine, fine, fine. All that hard muscle, a fine smattering of hair on his chest and tanned skin. It made my mouth water every single day.
“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you what you want.” His smug reply came before he used his teeth to nip at me.
“Shit,” I whisper yelled, all to aware that Sam was asleep down the hall.
In the past three years, we had moved to a small ranch in Texas, not far from where his grandparents lived. It was everything I had ever wanted in a family home. Everything I had ever dreamed off. I taught ballet to little children three afternoons a week, and it was the best job I had ever had. I got to dance and share my passion with those who truly loved it. I had just started up a class for high school students and man did they have some hidden talent.
I knew what Garret wanted to hear. I had it all planned out seeing as I never got to tell him when I was pregnant with Sam, but the bossy bastard was making it impossible.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I managed to pant out, my fingers threading through his dark hair.
“Hmm,” he hummed against my tender flesh, before two fingers entered me. “We can play it your way then.”
We had been playing it his way for days. We hadn’t had sex, he had wound me up and up and I had received so many orgasms, but he wouldn’t give in.
His fingers stroked my front wall and I felt myself slipping down the tiles, my mind a mess of shattered thoughts as my body start to convulse.
Garret pulled away.
“What?” The bastard. He stood quickly and hoisted me around his waist. His cock rubbing right where I needed him to be. I rotated my hips trying to get him where I needed him the most.
“You can tell me now. Because I can’t wait much longer to be inside you.” His lips latched onto my neck as he thrust his hips forward.
“Garret.” I had no idea how he knew. No idea at all. I thought I had kept the secret well. I hadn’t told a single person.
“Don’t play possum with me, Sydney. You always lose.” The cocky bastard had a smug smile on his face. It was sexy as hell and did things to my raging hormones.
“And why is that, hmm?” I leaned forward and nipped at his lip.
“Because I know how to win.” He ground hard against me and I licked my lips.
“No, it’s because you’re a bossy bastard. You boss me around to get what you want.” He shrugged, not fazed at all.
“It works well for me.” Garret caught my lips in a searing kiss. One that told me just how much he loved me. He angled my head, his tongue dominating as his hips rolled rubbing my clit. When he pulled back, panting with need, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Tears pricked at my eyes, happy tears.
“I’m pregnant. Nearly eight weeks, everything is perfect.” The words were barely out when Garrets’ lips found mine, and he devoured me. We had wanted this for so long and thought for a while there that we might be denied the chance to extend our family. We’d already renewed our vows in the wedding of my dreams here on the ranch with just a few close friends.
“I know.” I hit Garret’s shoulder and glared at him, but he just shrugged. “You’re a shit liar and your belly’s bloated.” I tried to look offended, but I was continually shocked at how observant Garret was. He met my every single need, Sam’s, too. He was rock solid.
He lowered his hand and lined his cock up with my slick entrance and slowly sank in. It was heavenly torture as he moved so slow. His eyes on mine the whole time. His body and soul talking directly to mine.
With measured movements he thrust in and out. My body climbing higher on each stroke. My hands struggled to grip his wet shoulders and my breaths became faster.
“Tell me you are mine.” I was very aware this was not a question. Garret knew I was his in every single way, but he needed to hear it so often.
“Only yours.” I panted.
“My Tiny Dancer.” His paced picked up and our mouths mashed together. He moved faster before slipping a hand between us. With two circles my body was free falling into bliss. My muscles squeezed him and held himself as deep as possible and grunted in that low and deep way as he filled me.
“You gave me everything I ever wanted, thank you for coming to find me in Park City.”
“I would find you anywhere, Tiny Dancer. You are the most important part of my life, I couldn’t do it without you.”
And I was thankful every single day. Marrying Garret James on a whim in Park City had been one of the best choices I had ever made. But falling in love with him in the first place was by far the best ever.