Yolo (Carter Brothers #7)

Chapter 16

I always see adults pour a glass of wine and only fill it halfway, and I’m like, okay, one of us is doing it wrong.

— Garrett’s secret thoughts

GARRETT

I wasn’t sure how we’d gotten to this particular point, but I was a more than willing participant.

My breath was coming in uneven pants as I started to trail kisses along her collarbone down to the top of her breasts. The tips of her nipples grazed my chin, and I pulled back and cupped one breast in my hand.

My gaze moved to her face to make sure that she was still on board with what I was doing, and I found her panting silently.

Bending down, I brought her nipple to my mouth and suckled softly.

She breathed out a shaky breath and said, “ More .”

The pleading in her voice had me taking more liberties, sucking a little harder.

“ Gee ,” she breathed. “ If you don’t start giving me more, we’re going to have some serious problems.”

“ Like what?” I asked teasingly.

“ Like , get your clothes off, let me take my pants off, and find a condom,” she pointed out. “ Because I want you. Right now.”

I loved her forwardness.

I loved even more that she wasn’t blushing after she said it.

She truly wanted this, wanted me. Who was I to deny her?

I backed away, pulling my shirt off as I walked on my knees backward off of the bed.

She scrambled to her pants when I was on my feet beside the bed.

I watched, enraptured, with my shirt caught at the back of my nape, as she stripped completely.

My eyes took in her body.

I’d known that she was gorgeous before she’d gotten naked. She had a fantastic body, no matter what she was wearing. So it didn’t come as a surprise that she was fucking perfect without them.

My eyes caught on her belly button ring, and I grinned.

When we were at the hospital after her accident, she’d had to explain that not only did she have a belly button ring, but she also had several in her ears.

I’d watched, enraptured, as someone had helped that ring out of her navel.

Then they’d handed it to me, and I still carried it around to this day.

I wasn’t sure why I’d done it in the beginning, but here, now? I knew why I’d kept it. Because she was a huge part of my life, whether she was with me or not.

Her wellbeing and happiness had been on my mind from the moment that we’d met.

Needless to say, it was no wonder that she meant as much to me as she did.

And that we were moving so fast.

“ You’re beautiful,” I said as I took her in.

“ Am I ?” she asked. “ I haven’t been able to see myself in a long time. I don’t even know if I have any long chin hairs.”

I laughed as I finished shedding my shirt, then started on my pants.

“ You don’t have any chin hairs,” I promised. “ If you ever do, I’ll be sure to pluck them for you.”

“ You have a job.” She giggled. “ I have to feel my way through showers now. And my hair? I have no clue if that looks any good, either. I just have to hope that it does. Luckily , that was the one thing I never did—dye my hair. So it’s all natural.”

My pants and underwear hit the floor—as did the phone that was still inside my pocket.

“ Whoops .” She laughed. “ Hopefully you didn’t break it.”

I crawled back over her, this time between her thighs instead of on the outside of them, and said, “ Fuck the phone.”

She pressed her small hand to my chest, right over my pounding heart.

“ Gee ?” she asked.

“ Yeah ?” I muttered distractedly as I started to trail my hand up the length of her torso, not quite touching any of the good stuff, but still close enough to have her squirming.

“ It’s been a really long time,” she admitted. “ I wasn’t…we weren’t…”

I bent down and pressed my lips to hers, once again taking her mouth with a ferocity that might’ve scared her.

But in this instance, I wasn’t willing to hide how I felt about her talking about her ex when I was about to be inside of her.

“ I don’t want to hear a single fucking word about that loser when I have you in my bed ever again, understand?” I asked against her lips.

The low growl in my voice had her shivering.

Whether I made her nervous or not, she needed to understand a few things about me.

I may seem laid back, but I was possessive and easily angered. Not in a way that I’d ever hurt her, or any other female on the planet, but in a way that I had very little tolerance for men that treated anybody poorly.

I sure the fuck didn’t like hearing about the asshole that’d ruined her life when I was pressed against her like I was.

“ You’ll never hear his name in this bed—or any bed—ever again.” She licked her lips. “ I’m just trying to let you know that I am very…new to this.”

“ New as in a virgin new, or new as in, you haven’t experienced very much sex, new?” I wondered.

“ New in a way that I’ve only had sex twice and both of those times I’m not even sure it was all the way in me…” she pointed out.

I had no clue what to say to that, but it surprised me zero to know that the douche had a micro-penis.

“ Noted ,” I said as I licked up the center of her breastbone to the column of her throat and farther to her chin, then lips. “ I’ll go slow.”

The way that she lifted her legs and started to wrap them around me let me know that she was fully on board with my plan.

“ Hang on,” I said as I leaned over, taking her with me. “ I need a condom.”

She giggled when she landed on top of me, her arms threading around my neck as she leaned forward and let her hair fall into my face.

I loved it.

I loved feeling her in my arms. Loved the way her hair tickled my cheeks. Loved that I could smell her jasmine and lavender scent.

Fuck , but I just loved her.

Yet , I didn’t tell her that.

I knew it was early.

She was still getting back on her feet, and I didn’t want to overwhelm her with my emotions when she had plenty of her own to deal with.

“ Scooch back so I can reach my cock, baby,” I urged.

She scrambled far enough backward that my cock, which had been pinned between her thigh and mine, flopped forward with a meaty thump against my belly.

She bit her lip as she said, “ Are you big, Gee ?”

I chuckled. “ Feel me and find out.”

She reached a tentative hand toward me, and I caught hers and guided her to my cock.

She moaned and wrapped her hand around me.

“ I really, really wish I could see this,” she breathed. “ I want to experience all that’s you. I want to watch you stretch my pussy. I want to see how your face looks when you sink inside of me. I want to watch your abs tense as you try not to come. I want to watch it all.”

I cupped her face. “ I’m sorry, Bin . I wish things were different.”

She licked her lips, then squeezed me lightly and said, “ Condom .”

I ripped the packet open with my teeth, spit the end in my mouth out somewhere beyond the bed, then practically threw the condom onto my cock.

“ Are you wet, Bin ?” I asked her.

She licked her lips, then ground her pussy down onto my thigh before saying, “ Feels like it.”

The way that the air brushed the wet spot on my thigh was enough to concur with her.

“ Get up here,” I suggested, pulling her toward me.

Her tits swayed with her movement as she crawled into place over my cock.

I reached between my thighs, gripped my cock, and said, “ Sink down on me, honey.”

She did, and I had to close my eyes as the feeling of rapture started to overtake me.

She was hot, wet, and very, very tight.

Just the feel of her tightness had a possessiveness sweeping over me so fast and hard that I clamped down on her hips and growled.

“ You’re big,” she breathed. “ I knew you would be. You’re so dang tall and bulky and…” Her voice trailed off as she sank deeper onto my cock. “ Gooooood .”

I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and tried to think about anything other than what I was doing.

Because , unfortunately, it’d been a really long time for me, too.

“ Fuck , sit still for a second, baby. Don’t move,” I pleaded.

But she didn’t listen.

Instead , she ground her hips down onto my cock, and I saw Jesus .

“ Baby …” I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t stop. She kept going, grinding away, and I had to hold on for dear life.

However , the attempt to accomplish not coming in half a minute proved fruitless.

Especially when she leaned down and slammed her mouth down on mine with surprising accuracy.

I moaned into her mouth and saw stars when her pussy tightened down on my cock.

The loss of control was enough to cause me to come whether I wanted to or not. My only saving grace was that she came right along with me, causing my orgasm to slam into me even harder.

I wasn’t aware that was even possible, but there I was, accomplishing the impossible.

I grunted with each jet of cum that left my body.

Her pussy held on tight, sucking every last drop from my cock with a surprising efficiency.

I’d never…

“ What the hell was that?” I breathed.

“ I don’t know, but I want to experience it over and over again with you.” She paused. “ I’m sorry. I lost control. I should’ve stopped when you asked me to.”

I laughed, bringing her face down to mine for a soft kiss before saying, “ I’m glad you didn’t.”

She snuggled in deeper into my chest, her arms falling limp at her sides and mine as she all but ran out of energy.

“ I hate that I didn’t hold on longer,” I admitted. “ I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

She snickered. “ I think we both lasted as long as we needed to.”

It was cute that she thought that even though it wasn’t.

“ Agreed .” I skimmed my hands up her hips to her rib cage. “ We need to go get the dogs fed. Then feed ourselves. It’s already late.”

“ Sigh .” She rolled off of me and flopped to her back. “ Could I possibly hop in the shower? All this hair takes a lot of time to dry, and if I shower now, it can air dry for a bit while we eat and I help you with the dogs.”

“ You shower, I’ll feed the dogs,” I suggested. “ And while you’re in there, I’ll scrounge up something to cook. How do you feel about corn dogs?”

She burst out laughing. “ I think they’re wonderful…as long as you have mustard.”

I rolled over her until I was half holding myself up and said, “ Of course I have mustard. What do you take me for, a lunatic?”

“ You know where the term lunatic came from?” she wondered.

I shook my head, then winced, realizing she couldn’t see that.

“ No , where?” I wondered, beyond curious.

“ It’s a superstitious belief from medieval Europe ,” she explained. “ The belief is pretty much this: moon phases cause madness or insanity in certain people. These people were branded as ‘afflicted by the moon’ and the Latin term for ‘moon’ is ‘luna.’ Hence lunatic.”

“ Well .” I laughed as I got out of bed. “ That’s one thing I won’t disagree with you on. The full moon brings out all the crazies.”