Chapter Fourteen
Garrison couldn’t take his eyes off Sunny. What was it about goodbyes that made things so much clearer? Maybe it was because he knew he was losing her, knew she’d be gone, so he memorized all the details.
The exact peach shade of her nipples, the way she had a single mole on her left thigh, on the outside, the soft curve of her stomach just below her navel. He committed each thing to memory, not wanting to lose any of it.
She was there, in Connor’s room, naked and beautiful and his, even if just for the night.
Trent tossed condoms onto the nightstand, his attitude poor. Then again, Trent seemed so happy most of the time, but he wore his emotions out in the open. He always had, and this was a rough loss.
Still, a night with Sunny was better than having nothing at all.
Connor pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, shucking his pants next. It wasn’t a night for slowness, for games, for teasing.
Garrison wanted to drown himself in Sunny, in what could have been, in the taste of happiness he’d found. He wanted to take her roughly, to own her for the night that would end too quickly.
She peered around, probably looking for the toys, for their bags.
Garrison shook his head. “None of that, not tonight.”
“Why not?” Worry filled her voice. Was she afraid they were angry, that she’d disappointed them?
She had, but he wouldn’t tell her that, wouldn’t force her to carry it, especially since it wasn’t really her fault.
Garrison caught her by the back of her neck and pulled her closer, then pressed his lips to her forehead. “Because I want to get to touch you more, sweet.”
Connor chuckled softly, as he walked up behind her, then caught her wrists and brought them together behind her. “Believe it or not, we can keep you under control without any help.”
Sunny parted her lips and the softest, sexiest moan escaped her.
It was all the invitation he needed. He leaned in and took a kiss, his hand still on the back of her neck while his other trailed down her side, taking in the gentle curves, the point of her hip bone, the trembling in her body.
Why did this need to feel like such a goodbye?
Because it is.
Garrison shoved the thought away, trying to not let his annoyance ruin everything. It would be like pouting about the last ice cream before a diet instead of just enjoying it. He planned to savor the evening.
Sunny leaned against him despite the fact that Connor had her wrists trapped together. She moved toward him as she always did, a desperation there that said she wanted nothing more than another touch.
And Garrison was happy to oblige. He broke the kiss to lean down, to trace his lips over her collar bone, to lean down as he followed the curve of her breast before teasing her nipple. It was tight, another sign of what she wanted and how much she wanted it.
Which was just one of the things he liked about her so much. Even when her fear got the best of her, when her courage fled, she was unfailingly honest. She never lied, not with her lips and certainly not with her body. She shivered at each touch of his, leaned into him, begged him without words for more.
He moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same affection, as Connor slid his free hand in front of her and between her thighs.
Connor let out a deep groan. “Drenched. You really did want this tonight, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed out, her voice soft in the dim room, saturated in so much desire he wondered if she knew what she was saying at all.
Trent caught her chin and led her face to the side where his lips waited, where he could take a kiss and have her in his own way as well.
Garrison dropped to his knees before her, continuing his touches from her breasts, down her stomach, over her hips and toward his goal. Connor grasped one of her thighs and lifted it to the side, held her open for Garrison, put her on display for him.
Her cunt was as pretty as the first time he’d seen it, when she’d just been some faceless fox they’d caught. Connor had been right, and even in the dark room, the light that streamed in through the window from the moon made the wetness on her cunt glisten.
And Garrison had never been a man to deny himself much, so he dove in.
She might walk away, but he’d make sure sheneverforgot him.