Holly set her takeout box on the nightstand.
“Are you all right?” Garret asked warily.
To answer his question, Holly rose up onto her knees, took Garret’s face in her hands, and kissed him.
He went rigid for a moment, caught off guard. Then, his hands slowly snaked around her back. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.
Holly’s body felt like a livewire as she wound her arms around his neck. His big hands gripped her hips, shifting her until she was in his lap with her legs on either side of him.
“Watch the rice,” he murmured against her mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, Holly moved the nearly empty box of fried rice to a safe location.
Garret slipped his hands beneath the back of her shirt.
Holly pressed herself against him, craving more contact. Blindly, she fumbled for the buttons of his shirt. When she finally had his flannel open, she pressed her hands against his chest. Instead of feeling the bare skin like she craved, she felt another shirt.
“Seriously?” She groaned through her laughter. “You’re not making this easy.”
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it easier for you.” Garret rocked his hips against her, letting her feel his hardness.
A gasp tore from Holly’s lips.
“That. I want that. I want you.” She planted a trail of kisses down his muscular neck.
“Say no more.” Garret gripped her sides and flipped her over so she was on her back. He removed his shirt as Holly reached for his belt. While she tugged at his jeans, he yanked down her leggings.
Holly lost track of who removed which pieces of clothing. When the tangle of limbs briefly ceased, she was naked beneath Garret. Her legs fell open as she gazed up at him with pleading eyes.
He said nothing as he lowered himself between her thighs. His eyes never left her face as he pressed the head of his cock against her core.
“Wait,” she whispered.
He froze.
Holly slipped one hand between them, moving lower and lower until she took hold of him. Garret let out a soft groan as Holly caressed him.
“I’m not sure I can…” She trailed off.
“If you want to stop, we’ll stop,” Garret assured her.
“It’s not that!” she said quickly. “It’s just that, um, you’re…massive.”
Garret bit back a chuckle. “We’ll go slow,” he said. “How about that?”
Holly bit her bottom lip and nodded. She guided him to her entrance before retracting her hand. She opened her legs more, making room for his hips as he slowly sunk into her. She let out a shudder as she struggled to adjust to his size.
She shouldn’t have been surprised. Everything about Garret was large. His cock shouldn’t be any different.
If the sensation of him entering her for the first time weren’t incredible enough, when Garret drew his hips back again, Holly trembled. With her hands on his lower back, she guided his pace.
They went slow for a while, but Holly quickly wanted more. She pushed her palms against his back. Each moan that tore from her lips was a silent plea. Garret needed no words of instruction. He listened to her body. Holly lifted her legs until they were wrapped as high up on his back as she could manage. Garret lifted one arm to sling her leg over his shoulder then did the same with the other.
She let out a sharp gasp as she felt him thrust in and out of her in a new way. Eager for more, she rocked into him. She urged him to go faster and faster now that she was accustomed to his girth. She ran her hands up and down his back, marveling at the pull of his muscles as he pleasured her. His strength was awe-inspiring, but what was even more amazing was his ability to be so gentle with her.
Without a word, Holly went still. Garret followed suit, his eyes burning with lust. She smiled up at him and placed her hand on his chest. She pushed him back just enough so that she could roll onto her stomach.
With a devilish smile, Garret got onto his knees as Holly positioned herself on all fours in front of him. She watched him over her shoulder as he took her hips in his hands and pulled her back into his cock.
Holly cried out. Garret must’ve mistaken her cry for pain, rather than pleasure. He released her.
“Don’t stop,” Holly pled, pushing herself against him.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed her hips again and resumed his thrusting. Holly’s soft moans quickly escalated into cries of ecstasy. Her toes curled. Her arms and legs shook as she struggled to support herself. Garret wrapped his arms around her middle, holding her up so he could continue to push her to her brink.
Stars exploded behind her vision as every nerve in her body homed in on where she and Garret were joined. With a shuddering gasp, she reached her absolute peak of pleasure. After a few more thrusts, Garret was right behind her.
They collapsed against the bed. Garret fell to the side so as not to crush her.
Panting, Holly allowed him to pull her closer. He kissed her shoulders, neck, and anything else his mouth could reach.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured.
Holly wracked her brain for something to say, but she couldn’t think straight. She was lost in the aftershocks.
Garret didn’t seem to mind. Within minutes, his breathing slowed and deepened. He’d fallen asleep. Holly’s eyelids suddenly felt heavy. With the hum of the TV mixing with the pounding of her heart, she fell asleep alongside Garret.
CHAPTER TWELVE—Keller
Keller sat at the dining room table, drumming his fingers. Before him were five open books and several maps that he couldn’t focus on long enough to actually read.
Yesterday, when he received
