What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (188 page)

When I entered Danny’s everyone was dressed to the nines. I actually felt underdressed in my black skinny jeans and silver and black sequin tank top. Nicole and Hillary were already on the dance floor. Nicole was dancing with a guy I had never seen before. By the way he was dancing with her I assumed that must be Michael. He was about six feet tall with light brown hair. He was wearing khaki cargo pants and a form fitting plain black shirt. Seeing Nicole out on the dance floor with a huge smile on her face made me really happy. I was so glad she had found someone. She could be very picky when it came to men. She had very high standards. I made my way behind the bar to grab my apron. I stopped to say hi to Danny, and then I hit the floor. It was packed, and I could barely move through the crowd of people. I’d hoped that Garrett would already be here, but he wasn’t. I was a little disappointed, but maybe he just planned on meeting upstairs when I got off work. We had kind of left it up in the air. Today was his Dad’s birthday, and he was going to hang out there for a few hours.

It was almost nine thirty and still no Garrett. I was beginning to get worried. I hadn’t even gotten a text from him. The thought of him on the road on New Year’s Eve freaked me out. I always hated driving on New Year’s Eve, so it was such a relief that I lived right upstairs. I sent him a quick text and then went back to my tables.

As I waded my way through the crowd, I approached an extremely rowdy table full of WSU students. My heart dropped when I noticed who was sitting to my left, Adam. He was clearly intoxicated.

“Hey! Look who it is,” he slurred.

I felt my face turn red. “Fuck,” I said under my breath. “Hey Adam, how are you?” I asked politely.

He slid off the bar stool and stumbled over to me. He slung his arm around my shoulder. “I’m good, Doll.”

He smelled like a brewery. I’m not sure how much he’d had to drink, but I am guessing it was time to cut him off. I tried to step back from him, but he lost his footing and came crashing down on me. He moved his face real close to my face and whispered, “Do you remember the last time I was on top of you?”

Just as I was about to push him off, he was lifted off of me and went flying into his friends. “Don’t you fucking lay a hand on her,” Garrett shouted.

“Dude, what the fuck, chill,” Adam said as he tried to stand straight.

“Garrett, please don’t cause a scene,” I begged him. “He’s drunk and not worth it.”

“Oh. . . . So you’re Garrett?” Adam laughed loudly. “Dude, she called out your name while I fucked her.”

I could see the fury in Garrett’s face. He took Adam by his collar and lifted him off the ground. “Don’t you fucking talk about her like that, or I will fucking kill you,” he growled as he gritted his teeth.

“Dude, your girl’s a whore,” Adam said with an evil grin on his face.

Garrett let go of Adam’s collar, and he fell to the floor. Garrett dropped on top of him and began punching. Adam’s friends tried to pull Garrett off, but there was no stopping him. He was like a wild animal.

I could hear him saying, “I want you to apologize for what you just said about her!”

I wanted to try to stop it, but I was afraid I would get caught in the crossfire.

“Garrett! Please stop, you’re going to get me fired!” I cried.

He suddenly stopped and turned to me. It was like he had gone insane and now he was lucid.

He grabbed my hand. “Let’s get out of here!”

We ran through the bar to get to his car in the parking lot. As soon as we got into the car, he put his hands on my face and said, “I am taking you to my place. I don’t want you near that guy anymore.”

He turned turn the key in the ignition and The Black Keys began to blare on the radio. It was so loud I nearly jumped out of my skin. I closed my eyes and listened to the music as we drove. We sat in silence for about fifteen minutes before I finally broke the silence. I turned to him and asked, “Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine. How about you? Are you ok?”

Smiling at him I replied, “Yes, I’m fine, just a little stunned. I didn’t expect for him to be there nor did I expect you to kick his ass. To be honest it was pretty fucking hot,” I said as I eased myself toward him and slid my hand down into his lap. His body tensed up.

“What are you doing?” He asked nervously.

I nuzzled up against him and began nibbling on his ear. “I’m going to give you a proper thank you for defending my honor,” I whispered.

I managed to unbutton his pants. He lifted himself so I could pull his pants down. I began stroking him. He moaned quietly.

“You like that?” I asked.

He nodded his head, taking a deep breath.

“Well, you are going to love this,” I said seductively in his ear. .

I positioned myself so I was lying across the passenger and driver’s seat, and I put my head in his lap. I took my tongue and played with his cock, licking around the tip and slowly running my tongue up and down his shaft. He took a deep breath, and I felt the tension leave his body. I took all of him in my mouth and gently dragged my teeth down his shaft. He moaned louder this time. I began to move my mouth up and down. He grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled it a little bit.

“Yeah . . .” His voice breathless.

Then I felt the car swerve a little bit.

“Are you ok with me doing this while you drive?”

I felt the car pull to the right, slow down and stop. He pulled me up from his lap and pushed me over to the passenger’s side. Then he slid over to me. He frantically pulled his pants down to his knees, and I nearly ripped my jeans off. He lifted me on top of him, so I was straddling him. I rocked my hips pushing him deep inside me. I thrust my hips, riding him. Reaching back behind him, I clung to the headrest and used it as leverage.

I had a primal feeling taking over me. “Fuck me,” I whispered as I bit his lower lip.

“Babe, you are so fucking hot right now,” he said biting my lip back.

“It was you and the bar fight. As much as I didn’t want to see you get hurt, it turned me on.” I kissed him feverishly. “I love you, Baby,” I said in a moan.

I rocked harder and faster. I could feel him swelling inside me. His eyes were closed and his head was resting on the headrest. As I rode him feverishly, all I could do was stare at his beautiful face. I could tell by the look on his face he was close to coming. His moans got deeper, almost became a growl.

I felt myself building. “Come with me, Baby,” I cried.

He gripped my hips harder digging his fingers into my skin. “Keep talking,” he said.

“What?”

“Talk dirty to me.”

I stopped for a second and felt embarrassed. I had never done this before sober, and it felt strange with him looking at me.

“What’s the matter?” He laughed smiling.

“I feel weird,” I said bashfully.

“Let yourself go, Babe.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “You feel so good inside of me. Go deeper.” I opened my eyes to look at him. His eyes were closed and he had his sex smirk on his face.

“Keep going,” he said encouraging me.

“G.”

“It’s ok, Babe. Don’t feel embarrassed. Close your eyes and relax.”

I did as he said.

“There you go. Now let that sweet pussy grab me and milk me. That’s right, Baby, ride me like that. You feel so good, so tight and wet,” he moaned.

I opened my eyes to look at him. “Mmmm, I can just imagine what your sweet pussy tastes like right now. It’s sweet like nectar,” he said licking his lips.

His words were giving me goose bumps.

“Touch my nipples,” I said. I still felt weird, but what he was saying to me was driving me insane. I wanted to do the same to him. “Pinch them hard, make me come. Your dick is so hard and feels so good inside me.” I laughed. “I’m not good at this.”

“You’re doing fine,” he said rubbing my cheek.

I closed my eyes again. “I want your cock in my mouth, I want to feel you in the back of my throat and swallow every last drop.”

“That’s it, Babe. Your tits look fucking hot bouncing while you are riding me.” He grabbed my breasts with both of his hands squeezing them. “I want you to touch yourself. Rub your clit.”

My eyes shot open. He smiled. “Do it.” He slowly took my hand from the headrest and guided it down between us.

“Get yourself off,” he whispered licking his bottom lip. “Close your eyes and pretend it’s me. That’s it, Babe, little circles,” he said as he gripped my hips tightly.

I felt myself begin to blush. I took his hand from my hips and brought them to my breasts again.

“Pinch them. Pinch and pull them. Ahhh. Yes, like that. I want you to come hard inside of me. Let it go, Baby,” I panted.

The combination of his words, him pulling on my nipples, me teasing my clit and him fucking me like an animal was all I could take. I could feel it building and I needed to come.

“Fuck me hard, make me come,” he growled.

I began rubbing my clit faster and harder I wanted to come with him. I loved it when we came together. He pushed my hand away and took over. His thumb rubbed my clit hard and fast, I thrust my hips and arched my back.

“That’s Babe, you look so beautiful,” he said.

That’s when I felt him explode. I slowed my pace down milking him slowly and getting every drop out of him as I rubbed my clit up against his thumb. As he moaned uncontrollably I felt myself building, my entire body began to shake it was so strong. I gripped his shoulders to steady myself.

“There you go, Babe, get me nice and wet,” he whispered. He lifted me off of him and sat me on his lap. He dipped his fingers inside of me and then put them in his mouth. “Hmmm . . . So sweet,” he said with a devilish grin.

As my high began to wear down I realized we were still pulled over on the side of the road, and I had just fucked his brains out. I began to laugh uncontrollably.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked.

“You do realize we are on the side of the road.”

He looked around. “Oh Christ,” he said smiling back at me.

I
n the blink of an eye winter had come and gone. It was difficult to have a long distance relationship. I wanted to spend every free moment together. Unfortunately, his position in the Marines didn’t allow for it. Being an ammunition technician required him to attend several trainings a year and if he was needed, he had to leave. Not knowing where he was going or how long he would be gone. This was something I was going to have to get used to.

We made the best of every moment we were able to spend together. I would no longer let him come to my place every night of the week. It was exhausting him, and I was worried about him driving late at night or so early in the morning. I promised him I would use the deadbolt every night.

Garrett had a long conversation with Danny about Adam a few days after New Year’s Eve. He apologized to Danny for starting the fight. He explained what had happened, and he wasn’t going to let some drunken asshole insult his girlfriend.

Danny completely understood and agreed with Garrett. He reassured Garrett if Adam tried to come into the bar he would ask him to leave. Apparently, Danny had thrown Adam and his friends out of the bar right after we left that night anyway.

After being gone for almost a month for one of his trainings, he was coming home on Friday, and he promised he would be at my place first thing Saturday morning. I got this idea in my head, I was going to surprise him with a romantic evening at his place. I called Jessie, a waitress who worked at Danny’s and asked her if she would take my shift and check in on Molly for me. She agreed. I hopped in my car and headed to Garrett’s apartment. I was on autopilot the entire drive. I was day dreaming of seeing him again. I swear I was like a little kid dreaming of Santa. Every time I thought of him the butterflies in my stomach would go crazy.

When I arrived, I lugged everything I had brought with me up to his apartment. I was planning on spending the weekend, but I think I may have gone a little overboard with the stuff I’d brought with me. I wanted to make this weekend a memorable one.

Once I’d gotten everything into his apartment, I dug out all the candles I brought with me. I was going to have the whole place illuminated by candlelight when he walked through the door. He had promised me he would text me as soon as he landed so that would give me enough time to have all the candles lit by the time he walked through his door.

About fifty minutes later, I had everything perfect. I even managed to get the sexy bustier I purchased from Victoria Secret’s on. Garrett was going to freak. I never wore lingerie. Garrett begged me to let him buy me stuff from Victoria’s Secret, but I told him it was a waste of money. I mean you only wear it for forty seconds before it is torn off. I slipped on the matching silk robe and put my hair up in a messy French twist.

All the candles were placed perfectly, soft romantic music playing and a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge. As I looked around the apartment, I admired my handiwork.
Perfect, all I need is Garrett.
As I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, there was a soft knock on the door. I actually had to stop moving and listen to see if I was hearing things. Then I heard it again. I slowly walked over to the door tightening the belt of the robe I was wearing. As I opened the door, Marie, Garrett’s date from the wedding, was standing in front of me. She had a hot pink mini dress on that barely covered her underwear. Her make-up was caked on her face and her hair was all teased. I almost started laughing because all I could think of was Jersey Shore’s Deena.