What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (187 page)

“Ummm . . . I hadn’t really thought about it,” he said. “I will probably stop by my parent’s at some point on Christmas. I figured you would be working on New Year’s Eve?”

“I am working on New Year’s Eve but only until ten. So you can come by and hang out at Danny’s while I work or you could hang out here. I want to see you on Christmas too.”

“I want to see you too, Babe, but I’m not ready for another confrontation with your mother.”

“Why don’t you spend the night here on Christmas Eve? We can spend Christmas morning together. I can make us a nice breakfast, eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes. Then we can go our separate ways for the day and meet back either here or at your place?”

“Sounds like a plan, Babe,” he said sleepily. He kissed me on top of my head and we fell asleep.

B
y the time Christmas morning arrived Garrett must have put twenty different gifts for me under our tree. I felt so overwhelmed by everything he’d done. He was now driving here almost every night of the week to spend the night. He said he didn’t like the fact that I lived over a bar. We had gone to the local hardware store and purchased a deadbolt for my door. He said any drunken asshole could find his way to my door. On weekdays, he would get up at the crack of dawn and drive to work. I could tell this routine was beginning to wear him down.

On Christmas morning, we slept in. I woke before he did, so I let him sleep. He looked so beautiful lying in my bed. I never wanted him to leave. I snuck out from under his arm and tiptoed to the kitchen. I wanted to make him a special breakfast. Money was tight for me, so I couldn’t spoil him the way he did me with gifts. I had borrowed a waffle iron from my mother to make us Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. I also bought eggnog flavored coffee for him because he was a coffee drinker unlike me. One of his gifts was a small coffee maker to leave here. He’d been going out every morning and buying a coffee.

Once I had everything perfect, I quietly crept back into my room. Crawling back trying not to wake him I gently took his arm and wrapped it around me and pressed up against his bare chest.
His regular body temperature must run five degrees warmer than a normal human
. He was always so warm, and I loved it. I was usually freezing. He began to stir.

“Hey,” he said sleepily. “Merry Christmas, Babe.”

“Did I wake you?” I asked, softly caressing his face. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mmmm. . . What smells so good?” He asked.

“Oh, that is just a little something I whipped up for us,” I smiled.

“You cooked?” He asked shocked.

“Ha ha ha . . . Very funny. Yes, I cooked. I never said I couldn’t cook. I said I didn’t like to cook, there’s a difference.” I sat up. “Are you hungry? You want to eat?”

“I’m starving, but I am not ready to eat . . . Yet,” he said, winking at me. He pulled me back down on the bed.

“Again?” I said jokingly. “You haven’t grown sick of me yet?”

“I could never get sick of you,” he said turning very serious. His body was directly over mine. His eyes were glued onto mine making the butterflies start to flutter again.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Rolling over onto his side, he slowly and gently moved his hand up my t-shirt to my breasts. He touched one nipple and then the other. They instantly became erect from his touch. I moaned softly. I reached down into his boxers, he was already hard. I laughed.

“It doesn’t take much with you, Babe. I swear I just hear your voice and I get hard,” he laughed.

“Hold that thought,” I said as I jumped out of bed.

“Where are you going? You can’t just leave me here with a raging hard-on,” he yelled after me.

“I’ll be right there!” I shouted from the kitchen.

I returned to my bedroom with my arms behind my back and a huge smile on my face.

“What is the look for? You look like you are up to no good,” he said with his sexy grin.

“Well, that depends on what you classify as no good,” I said walking over to him.

I pulled the can of whipped cream from behind my back, and I began shaking it. The look on this face was priceless. I wish I would have had my camera. He pushed himself up into a sitting position.

“Get your sweet ass over here with that,” he said patting the bed.

I crawled into bed next to him and he damn near ripped my shirt off me. Taking the whipped cream can from my hand he began to shake the bottle and popped the top off.

“Lay back and close your eyes, Babe,” he said with a growl. “I can’t wait to eat your pussy with this.”

His words made me tingle. He knew exactly how to get me going.

I laid back and closed my eyes. I felt him creep down the bed and then I heard the squirting noise of the whipped cream. He started with my breasts. I jumped when it touched my skin. It was cold. I felt my nipples getting hard, then his mouth sucking the whipped cream off one then the other.

“So fucking good,” he moaned as his warm tongue gently teased around each of my nipples. I could feel myself getting warm and wet in between my legs.

I felt the bed shake again then heard the sound of the squirting. Again, I jumped from the coldness of the whipped cream. This time he was putting it on my pussy. I felt him spread my folds and squirt more. With my eyes still closed, I felt his warm body over me. “I’m going to eat you raw,” he said breathing lightly on my face.

A chill ran down my spine, and I licked my lips. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted him to make me come. He slowly moved down the bed. The first lick made me arch my back. It was rough and unexpected but felt amazing.

“Do that again,” I panted reaching for his head and I gripped his hair.

He licked me hard again. I could feel the stubble on his face. It felt like sandpaper, but I liked the friction. I began to writhe. I felt him take his hands and spread my folds. He began licking from top to bottom, stopping long enough to tease my clit with the tip of his tongue in a small circular motion. I could feel my orgasm building, and I was getting so close, and then he stopped.

I grabbed a fist full of his hair. “Stop teasing me,” I pleaded.

“What? What’s the matter? You don’t like that?” He said giving me another hard lick.

I arched my back again. “I love it but I want to come,” I moaned.

“Is that really what you want?” I could feel him smile up against my skin, while he continued to tease me.

“God, yes!” I gasped.

“As you wish,” he laughed.

He started with a gentle lick almost like he was lapping something up. He increasingly began to apply more pressure moving his tongue from side to side. I could feel it building I was almost there. I tugged on his hair.

“Jesus Babe, can you leave me some hair,” he laughed.

“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly as the wave of my orgasm ran through my body. I felt my entire body stiffen as he teased me. I was to the point where I needed him to stop, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to push his head away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“G, please stop. I can’t take anymore,” I begged. “It’s your turn.”

He lifted his eyes to look at me. “I told you, until you’re raw.”

I began to squirm trying to free myself from his tongue. “Baby please. You have to stop.”

He must have heard the tone of my voice because he stopped. “Ok Babe,” he said with a shit eating grin on his face.

“It’s your turn. Give me that can,” I demanded, reaching my hand out to him. “Now lie down and close your eyes.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he said saluting me. “I like it when you are bossy.”

“It’s your turn to be tortured. Let’s see how you like it.” I gave him an evil grin.

I shook the can and began squirting the whipped cream.

“Fuck that’s cold,” he laughed.

I started at his chin and continued squirting all the way down to his cock. I straddled him and began to suck his chin. I felt his body jerk and a soft moan leave his lips. I slowly and gently ran my tongue down his throat all the way down until I reached his cock. Running my tongue down one side of his cock licking the whipped cream off of him, I felt his body shudder. I then ran my tongue down the other side of his cock and his breathing became heavy. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and I slowly moved up and down. Running his hands through my hair he moaned, “That’s it Babe.”

I took him in my mouth and began moving up and down fast, tenderly squeezing his balls. I wanted to get him off.

“Damn, Babe. Take it easy or I’m going to come,” he said his voice very deep.

I stopped for a second. “That’s what I want.”

“Slow down. We have all morning,” he said caressing my face.

I realized I was rushing. It was like I was on autopilot, just as I had been with all those other guys I had slept with. I closed my eyes real tight trying to hold back the tears.

“What’s the matter, Babe? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s not you . . . It’s me,” I said sadly.

He pulled me close to him hugging me tightly. “What’s wrong? Please, tell me. I don’t want to see you upset.”

“I can’t . . . It’s too hard to say. I don’t want you to look at me differently,” I said through my tears.

I felt sick to my stomach thinking about all the men I slept with trying to comfort myself while he was lying in a hospital bed for months. All the things I did to get over Garrett or to make me forget. All of these bad memories began racing through my head. I then realized I hadn’t seen Helen in a few weeks. I had been so wrapped up in Garrett, I completely forgot about everything else.

“Nothing you say could ever make me look at you differently. Please tell me.” He was wiping my tears from my face.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. “I . . . I just realized that I was rushing because my mind went somewhere else while I was sucking you.” I dropped my head in embarrassment. “Garrett, I don’t think you realize how I have behaved while you were gone. There have been a lot of men.”

I saw the pain in his face when the words left my lips. “Leila. . .” He sighed, “I don’t care what you did or who you did while I was gone. I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere,” he said.

My stomach felt like it had just done a complete somersault, and his words made me cry even harder. I was here with the most amazing man. He didn’t care about my past. He wanted me exactly how I was, even if I was broken.

“Babe, please don’t cry. It’s Christmas, you are supposed to be happy,” he said kissing my cheek.

I laughed through my tears, “I’m happy, I’m here with you. How could I not be happy? I don’t deserve you.”

He put his finger over my lips. “Shhh, I don’t want to talk anymore,” he said with a devilish grin.

He gently positioned himself on top of me, laced his fingers through mine and made love to me like it was our first time.

T
he week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, Garrett stayed at his place. He was working long hours on the base getting ready for the upcoming training session he was running. He told me it was a pretty big deal. Marines from all over the country were attending. I understood, but I was missing him like crazy. I had grown accustomed to having him next to me every night. My bed felt so lonely without him. I would wake in the middle of the night with thoughts of him being stationed somewhere else. We both knew it was going to happen. We just didn’t know when or where. My anxiety began to set in, and I found myself having a shot or two in the middle of the night to calm my nerves. Something I knew Helen would not approve of.

New Year’s Eve had finally arrived, and even though I was working, Garrett promised he would meet me at Danny’s. I had laid around all day watching movies on Lifetime, and I lost track of time. When I realized the time I was rushing around getting ready for work and trying to tidy up my apartment.

I knew Nicole and Hillary were going to be there tonight, and I was looking forward to catching up with them. Nicole had texted me earlier today and told me Michael was also coming tonight. I was excited to finally meet him. I had heard so much about him that I felt as if I had already met him.