Spring Training (12 page)

Chapter Fourteen

The wait was killing her. What was taking him so long?

Jessa’s heart thumped. She moved around the couch — a poor barrier against an aroused, determined male — apprehension coiling in her stomach.

“Garrett?” She kept her voice soft, expecting him to jump out at her at any moment.

“Did you think I’d let you get away, princess?” Garrett’s tone, deep and rich, rolled over her as he sauntered into the room.

Her clit was quick to answer, throbbing in response. “What is that?”

He raised his hand.

Oh, God.

The belt from a hotel robe hung from his fist. “After spanking my ass and running away, I figured I’d need some help keeping you where I wanted.” He tilted his head to the side, considering her. “You seemed to enjoy spanking my ass, Jessa. I wonder if I’ll enjoy spanking yours.”

Jessa pressed the heel of her palm into her stomach and bit her lip to keep from coming on the spot. “You told me to run.”

He shook his head. “I gave you the option of a head start if you
wanted
to run. The decision was yours, baby.” Garrett approached her with slow, deliberate steps. “Are you going to run again?”

Run? She couldn’t even breathe. How the hell was she supposed to run? She shook her head.

One side of his mouth curled up as his gaze darkened. “Give me your hands.”

She hesitated long enough that he took a step back.

“Are you scared?” He studied her. “Because we don’t have —”

“No,” she whispered. The idea of being tied and at his disposal was her undoing. Liquid rushed from between her legs and she squeezed her knees together, embarrassed he’d notice how much she wanted this, him. Jessa thrust her hands out. “Not scared.”

Not verbal either, apparently. She prayed he didn’t need further words, because she didn’t think she had any. Already, her body was prepared for him. More than prepared. It was waving the white flag of surrender.

Fitting analogy since he’s about to bind her.

Garrett stared at her as if trying to read her thoughts. Seemingly satisfied with what he saw, he nodded once and reached out, stripping the shirt over her head and letting it fall to the floor.

“Perfect,” he said, smiling his approval at her bare breasts. He turned her, bringing her wrists together at the base of her back and securing them with the belt. His fingers lingered, tracing up her arms, leaving tiny goose bumps in their wake. “God, your skin is so soft.” His mouth was against her ear. “And such a pretty blush. That better not be a self-conscious blush, Jessa.”

Already he knew her so well.

“If you could see how fucking gorgeous you are right now …” He nipped at her earlobe, teasing the ridge with his tongue. “Just you and me, Jessa. No shame. Only pleasure.”

No shame. She didn’t have the energy for shame when all she could think about was what he’d do next. The excitement of the unexpected, the thrill of sharing this experience with Garrett, left her light-headed.

He cupped her breasts, raising them, squeezing them together as his thumbs teased the sensitive peaks.

Jessa groaned as her head fell back against his chest. Arousal pumped through her veins, driving her crazy with need.

He settled a hand against her stomach, comforting and warm, as he pulled her tight against him. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her. Wanting to touch him, she wiggled her fingers through the coarse hair at his base. It was all she could manage with her bound wrists.

“Oh, no you don’t.” He shifted, keeping himself out of her reach. He teased the waistband of her shorts and she drew her stomach drew in, giving him room to slip inside. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”

Again, she shook her head. Her eyes drifted closed as he caressed her mound, avoiding where she needed him the most. Not only had she never done anything like this before, but Garrett was the only man who’d ever gotten her this worked up.

The rough pads of his fingertips stoked the fire that seemed to linger whenever he was close. He brushed the top of her slit, teasing, taunting her. Frustrated, she rolled her hips, trying to entice him lower.

His voice held a slight tremble, from excitement or nervousness, she didn’t know, didn’t care.

She needed him to touch her.

“Me neither. But something tells me I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this.” He pulled his hand from her shorts.

Damn it.

“There.” He raised his chin. “Bend over the end of the couch, Jessa. Legs apart.”

“Garrett.” His name escaped her lips with a puff of breath.

His hand slid back down her belly, back under the waistband of her shorts. He cupped her pussy, trailing a finger over the swollen lips. A sound, pure male and guttural, came from his throat. “My God, you’re so wet.” In one swift movement, he yanked her shorts down her legs. “Step out.”

Obeying as quickly as possible, she kicked her shorts away. Garrett turned her, pulling her close and crushing his lips to hers. Licking. Biting. Tasting. He kissed her like he owned her, cherished her.

Without her hands, Jessa had to rely on her lips, her tongue to show him what he did to her. She met him, thrust for thrust. His flavor infusing her mouth until she knew she’d never be free of it.

He broke away, chest heaving. Jessa allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. At least she wasn’t the only one in pain here. The hot, insistent, length of him pressed into her stomach and she knew he wanted this as much as she did. She squirmed a little, delighting in the feel of his rough palms as they drifted up the back of her thighs, teased the crease of her ass and caressed over her cheeks.

His hand landed without warning, sharp and fast.

Jessa jumped and cried out, the sound of his hand on her bare ass reverberating in her ears.

“Shhh,” Garrett soothed, his lips a whisper across her forehead. He landed another smack on the opposite side before smoothing his palms over her again. “Wait for it.”

Sting, followed by a delicious warmth. Pleasant. Arousing.

Unexpected.

“The couch. Now,” he demanded.

On unsteady feet, Jessa moved, Garrett’s heat at her back as he moved with her.

It was tricky, trying to bend over the furniture without the use of her hands. A face plant would really kill the mood right now. But Garrett didn’t let her get that far.

He latched onto the binding at her wrists, settling her hands in the bend of her back. His hold was firm, reassuring, as tapped the inside of her foot with his.

“Spread your legs. Wider. That’s it.”

A shiver racked her body as his palm pressed between her shoulder blades, trailing a path down her spine as she lowered herself into position.

Exposed.

That was the only word that came to mind.

Naked, legs spread and open, her body was his to do with as he pleased.

Awareness of her situation burned into her chest. Here she was, naked and bound, with a man she’d only known a short time. Yet there was no panic, no fear. Only trust. Trust that Garrett would take care of her, freeing her from the bonds of worry and allowing her to just
feel
.

It was liberating.

A popping sound got her attention. She craned her neck to watch through the corner of her eye as Garrett slicked his hands with their massage oil.

“What are you doing?” She didn’t want a massage, she wanted him inside her. Now would be good.

Please, now.

His grin was wicked, devious. “Had an idea.”

Jessa sucked in a breath as he reached around and tweaked her nipples, coating them with oil before moving away again.

She whimpered, the buds pulling impossibly tighter, her breasts growing heavy with desire. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Smoothing a hand over her ass, Garrett paused to squeeze her cheeks before traveling down between her legs. Jessa’s knees buckled as his fingers spread her open, then swiped over her sensitive bud.

Heat blasted through her. Followed by an intense chill. Hot, cold. Back and forth until her head spun. Her nipples, her ass cheeks, her pussy. Everywhere Garrett touched with his oiled hands was a maelstrom of sensation and convulsing flesh. Her pussy was aching with emptiness, weeping to be filled. Needing more.

And more was what he gave her.

Sparks traveled through her as his hand cracked against her ass again. Once, twice. Alternating one side for the other.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Jessa,” he panted behind her. “Your ass pink and warm from my hand. Are you okay, baby? That oil doing what I expected?”

Brutal honesty was all she had now, his play flaying her alive. “Goddamn it, Garrett. Fuck me. I’ll go crazy if you don’t fuck me, I swear it.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He slid two fingers inside her and her body rejoiced, clamping down hard to keep him there.

So close, she was so damn close.

“You like that, don’t you, Jessa? Jesus, you’re dripping. So fucking hot. Do you want more, baby?”

“Yes,” she cried out as he teased her inner walls. “Please.” She moved her hips, riding his fingers like she wanted to ride his cock. Tears burned her eyes as pleasure engulfed her, surged through her veins.

A tormented cry escaped her lips as he pulled his fingers out of her.

And then, blessed heavens, the broad head of his cock pushed at her entrance, her arousal and the oil providing him slick passage.

“Oh, God, yes …” She opened around him, stretched taut, nerve endings firing on all cylinders.

“Jesus. Fuck,” he growled.

“Don’t stop, Garrett. Don’t …” She pushed back into him, fighting to take him deeper, her muscles shaking with the effort to hold herself up.

“Holy shit.”

Jessa peered over her shoulder. Garrett was fixated on where they were joined, his eyes wide, dark with unspent lust, his jaw clenched tight.

“What’s wrong?”

“Fuck,” he said again, shuddering as his gaze met hers. “I must have gotten oil on my … fuck.” The syllable dragged out as his eyes rolled and drifted closed, his head falling back on his shoulders.

“God, that feels … you feel incredible. So hot, so tight.” Cursing, he grabbed her binding and jerked her back. “Since you can’t hold on, I’ll do it for you, because I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.”

“About damn time.” She squeezed her inner muscles, fighting to keep him inside as he eased away.

“Remember you said that,” he warned. Slamming back into her, he set a heady pace.

Time and space no longer had meaning. Only masculine grunts, feminine mewls. Garrett drilling inside her, filling her, surrounding her. The sweet scent of sweat, the sounds of slick sex filled the room as, together, they chased the sun.

Her skin, damp with perspiration, tingled with the telltale sign of impending orgasm. Her spine curled, raising her ass higher. She moaned as Garrett filled her, deep to her sensitive core.

“Come, Jessa. I want to feel you explode around me.” Garrett’s firm demand, coupled with his furious pace, sent her over the edge.

Stars exploded behind her eyes, bells rang her ears. Her muscles drew tight as her body released in a rush. The room spun as wave after wave crashed through her, leaving her shattered with its intensity.

Behind her, Garrett shouted his release, his hips continuing to pump until they were both spent.

Jessa’s head sagged forward, her breath sawing in and out. “Never … done that … before, huh?”

Her hands were released. Weak, exhausted, Jessa dropped forward, letting her cheek rest against the couch cushions, her arms spread out above her head.

“Nope.” He fell over her, his weight crushing what little air she’d managed to get back in her lungs.

“Home run,” she sighed.

He snorted. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Good, then we’re even.”

A chill met her back as he raised up, easing her upright and turning her to face him. His palm touched her cheek in a sweet caress. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I mean, I know I —”

“Garrett, stop.” She placed a finger to his lips. “You didn’t hurt me.” The sting of his hand had been replaced with a much nicer sensation. Tingling warmth that told her she’d be sore tomorrow. She grinned at him. “At least, not in a bad way.”

“Come on, princess. Let’s get you cleaned up so we can eat.”

He took her hand and led her toward the bathroom.

“Worked up an appetite, have you?” she teased.

He grinned over his shoulder. “I hope you ordered a lot of food, because I’ve only begun to work on my appetite, baby.”

She raised a brow and glanced down, admiring his fantastic ass. “Are you planning to stay awhile?”

“I plan to stay longer than that, princess. I’m off tomorrow, so there’s no need to rush.” He released her long enough to start the shower, then pulled her inside with him.

As if they’d never touched before, they washed each other with slow precision. Learning every line and crease, memorizing every sound with every caress.

“So.” Jessa circled his nipple with her fingertip, delighting in his husky growl. “What are you going to do tomorrow?”

Garrett took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing each finger before placing a final kiss to her palm. “Anything that includes you. Maybe we can get out, have some fun?”

“What’ve you got in mind?”

“Leave it to me. You trust me, right?” He kissed the tip of her nose.

She laughed. “I think that goes without saying at this point.” She hesitated, wanting to ask him to stay, but not sure how. She wanted to know what it felt like to have him next to her, to wake up in his arms.

“Garrett, um …”

He lifted her chin and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “What is it, princess?”

“You’re, well … you’re staying here tonight, right? I mean … will you stay with me?”

His features softened as his hand slid around to cup her neck. He lifted her to him, pressing his mouth to hers in a fiery kiss that left them both panting. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jessa was filled with emotion. He’d give her tonight, and she’d keep the memory tucked deep, knowing it would be little comfort when this was over.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, afraid to let go, afraid to hang on.

Garrett Donovan had stolen her heart.