I ran the tip of my tongue across his lips, and he opened for me, swirling and caressing in equal measures. It wasn’t enough. My body was screaming and my mind silent for the first time in my memory. I pressed harder, imprinting him into my soul, and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth.
He groaned, lifting my leg and wrapping it around his waist as he shoved me back against the door and ground into me. Noises I didn’t even know I could make were slipping out in breathy sighs across his mouth.
I released his hair and moved my hands down his body, allowing myself to feel every single muscle while he continued to rub against my center.
Giving my mouth one final sweep of his tongue, he pulled away, dragging his teeth across my jaw and down the column of my neck, sucking and licking as he went.
For the first time in my life, I sensed I could reach the brink, sensed I could shatter into a million pieces from a touch that wasn’t my own. And the truth was he was barely even touching me, yet I could feel myself tightening, coiling up like a spring.
He was dry humping me in the middle of my living room with the lights on, against a cold door, and I could still imagine myself screaming out his name.
I gripped his shoulders, fully intending on hiking up my other leg so I could straddle him koala-style. I needed him to take me to my room, and I needed it now. Consequences be damned. But the second my fingers curled around his sexy ass trapezius muscles, the door to the bathroom opened.
Instead of staying where I was or shoving Garrett back, or doing literally anything else, my brain chose option Z.
Squeaking like a mouse in a trap, I dropped straight to Garrett’s feet right as Jamie stepped out into the hall. My ass hit the ground, the impact reverberating through my tail bone all the way up my spine. I winced, raising my head only to get an eyeful of Garrett’s thighs and the enormous bulge straining there.
“Mom? What are you doing?”
“Jesus.”
“You’re doing Jesus?”
Garrett’s deep, hearty laughter hit my ears, and I tipped my head back to see him clamping a hand over his mouth, trying and failing to hold it in. The sight hit me straight in the gut, and I joined him, laughing my ass off, sprawled at his feet.
“I don’t get it.”
I rubbed my eyes with the pads of my thumb and pointer before looking toward my narrow-eyed child. “Nothing, bud.”
He raised a brow, shaking his wet head and walking toward us, “Then why are you on the floor?”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Walking out the front door that morning was one of the hardest things I’d done in a while. Not because I didn’t trust Garrett with Jamie. I did. Probably more than I should, given I’d only known him for a few months.
What was hard was admitting I needed help from someone I didn’t consider family and actually accepting said help. Layla was the only one I’d ever allowed past my barriers in that way, but I’d known her my entire life.
Accepting help from someone, especially a man who clearly had interest in getting into my pants, was fucking hard. I obviously considered him more than just a friend, and I knew intrinsically, since I’d not only entertained the idea of him having Jamie, but allowed it, I trusted him more than my mind wanted to let on.
But no matter how hard I tried, how hard he worked to prove his motivations were good, I struggled not to question them. Did he truly want to help and enjoy Jamie’s company, or was he trying to butter me up so he could get in my pants, shatter my heart, and never speak to me again?
Okay, that was dramatic, but still. I clenched my hands around my steering wheel, banging my head against it a few times to loosen some brain cells from wherever they were hiding. I needed to get a grip.
I’d tried texting Garrett a few times during my shift to check on them, but after the first two times, he’d effectively told me to fuck off.