Suddenly, it all hit me with a power that made me wonder why it didn"t blow me to smithereens.
Garrett Merrick had spent more than two hundred dollars on a dinner with me. He"d told me he wanted to kiss me, knowing what me kissing him back would mean. He"d made love to me, made love to me, me.
Me.
Me.
Me.
Eye contact throughout. Saying my name when he came inside me.
And now we were in his bed, naked, and he was holding me and teasing me.
"That wasn"t f.u.c.king, was it?" I blurted.
It seemed his body further solidified against mine for a moment before he relaxed and slid his hand up into my hair.
He knew I"d never had that.
He now knew he was the first who ever gave that to me.
"No, Cher," he said gently. "That was nowhere near f.u.c.king."
Yes, straight up, burn it in my brain...
I could not f.u.c.k this up.
I couldn"t.
He was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Not getting a goodness so good it was unreal after being stupid and getting knocked up by a junkie, the way I got Ethan.
A goodness I got because I earned it simply by being me.
Understanding that, as it seemed I was p.r.o.ne to do with Merry, I kept blurting.
"I want you to get to know my kid better. Tomorrow. He"s got a sleepover with Teddy, but I"m droppin" him at the game. They"re meeting there. Teddy"s parents go to the game because their older boy plays. He"s goin" home with them after. But before, we can take him to dinner."
Merry didn"t say anything.
s.h.i.t, that was too soon.
"Or we can wait," I said quickly.
"I take you and Ethan for pizza, once we drop him off, do I get you at your place?"
Not too soon.
I closed my eyes slowly before I answered, "Yeah."
"You"re on."
I snuggled deeper.
Merry kept his hand in my hair as he wrapped his other arm so tight around my waist, I felt his fingers skim the skin on my belly.
His warmth, his strength, my o.r.g.a.s.m, his fantastic mattress, I wanted to stay awake and feel all that, but I couldn"t stop myself from feeling drowsy.
And drowsy, sated, held close by Merry, my mouth kept running.
"Thanks for not f.u.c.kin" me."
I felt his body move with a chuckle that wasn"t audible.
"Thanks for lettin" me not f.u.c.k you," he replied.
"Anytime," I mumbled, starting to drift.
"Cherie?" he called.
"Yeah, Merry."
Cherie. Merry.
f.u.c.k, it was goofy as all get-out.
But it was also like we were meant to be.
"This is good. Proof. Truth. Remember this, honey. We hold on to this, what we just had, what we got right now, the night we shared, we don"t f.u.c.k that up, we can stick it, you and me."
My throat closed.
My eyes started burning.
But I powered through it being me.
"Stop bein" gooey."
That got me more of his lean body moving in my arms, telling me he was laughing.
He got control of that, tipped his head so his lips were against my hair, and ordered, "Go to sleep, brown eyes."
"See you in the morning, gorgeous."
"Believe it, baby."
I believed.
Finally, I believed.
And for the first time in my life, held tight to Merry, it didn"t scare the s.h.i.t out of me.
Chapter Twelve.
The Pleasure Is All Mine Cher I felt it shafting, t.i.t to c.l.i.t.
My eyes drifted open.
I saw shadows. I felt a nice mattress under me.
Heat behind me.
A hard c.o.c.k pressed to my a.s.s.
"Merry," I breathed as his thumb and finger at my nipple rolled again.
"This, baby," he growled, his voice gruff with sleep and the promise of an impending o.r.g.a.s.m, "is gonna be f.u.c.king."
My hips twitched.
He shifted his and slid his hard c.o.c.k through my sleek.
s.h.i.t yes.
"Baby," I whimpered, hardly awake, already there.
"Nightstand, Cher, fast."
I reached out to the nightstand carefully so as not to lose him as he glided his c.o.c.k back and forth, his fingers still working my nipple, his other hand shoving under me, going over my belly, down, and in.
I gasped at his touch. Yanking open a drawer, groping blindly, feeling foil, I s.n.a.t.c.hed up a condom and pressed back into Merry.
His hand left my breast.
I aimed the condom at it.
He took it.
I rocked my hips, rubbing him against me.
I felt the rumble in his chest against my back that became audible as I heard foil crinkling.
I lost his c.o.c.k as he angled his hips away from me.
But I didn"t lose his finger at my c.l.i.t.
I ground into it.
I got his c.o.c.k back, gliding, aiming, his lower body shifted down.
"Give me your mouth," he ordered.
I twisted my neck.
He took my mouth as his c.o.c.k slammed into me.
With the force of the goodness of him filling me, I cried out, the sound swallowed by Merry as he rode me, I rode him, his finger manipulating my c.l.i.t, his hand going back to my breast, curling around, thumb rubbing at my nipple.
He plundered my mouth, f.u.c.king me hard, working me, until it got too much and I pushed my head into the pillow.
He got my message and stopped kissing me, but his lips didn"t leave mine, breathing, brushing, my harsh pants mingling with his rough breaths.
Then his grunts abraded my lips.
I liked that.
"Baby," I breathed.
"Yeah," he growled.
"Harder," I begged.
"Yeah," he grunted, powering faster, harder, riding me ruthlessly.
Brilliance.
"Merry," I gasped.
"f.u.c.k yeah, baby," he groaned.
I came, rearing in his arms, my lips parted, my breath suspended in my lungs as it exploded in my t.i.ts, my c.l.i.t, and my p.u.s.s.y convulsing, clenching and releasing against his driving c.o.c.k.
His finger at my c.l.i.t moved away as he shoved his whole hand in, his fingers separating around his still-thrusting d.i.c.k, his leg hitching up, taking mine with it, the power of his drives mind-boggling. At the same time, his other hand left my breast and moved up, wrapping around my throat, then up more, around my jaw, holding my head twisted to him so I had his eyes in the dark, our lips whispering against the other"s as he kept f.u.c.king me.
"That"s it, Merry," I panted, still coming, but my climax was moving from me. "That"s it, baby. f.u.c.k me hard. I wanna feel you all day." I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his. "Want you with me all day, baby. f.u.c.k me that way."
His hand tightened around my jaw as he grunted, "Beauty," then lost control, slamming into me again and again and again, his mouth leaving mine, his hand at my jaw shoving up, his face buried in my throat as he groaned.
Finally, he sunk into me, stayed planted, and I felt his uneven breaths coasting along my skin.