What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (189 page)

I scanned my eyes up and down her body. “Can I help you?” I said with disgust in my voice.

“Ummm . . . Is Garrett here?” She asked, confused.

I could tell by the look on her face that she was in complete shock that I had opened the door.

“Actually, no he’s not. I am waiting for him to come home,” I snapped.

“Home?” She said with doubt in her voice.

“Yes, home. Garrett and I are together, if you hadn’t caught on to that already,” I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Is he aware of that? Garrett doesn’t do
together
,” she snapped at me.

“Well that is news to me because we have spent the last six months together,” I replied. “I will make sure to tell him you stopped by,” I said as I began to shut the door.

She put her foot in the door and stopped it from closing. “Actually, I think I will wait for him to come home.” She pushed her way through the door and walked into his apartment. She glanced around. “Oh, it looks like I interrupted something,” she said with a smirk on her face.

I really wanted to punch this bitch in the face. But I didn’t want to ruin my night with Garrett. “Oh please, why don’t you have a seat? Would you like a glass a wine too?” I said very sarcastically.

“No, I am fine,” she said with an evil smile on her face.

She knew exactly what she was doing, and it was really starting to piss me off.

I walked toward the kitchen and turned to her. “Let me know if there is anything I can get you,” I said sweetly.
Two can play at this game, Bitch
.

I began to pour myself a glass of wine and my cell phone went off. I ran to my phone, it was Garrett. “Hey Baby!” I said happily. “Did you just land? I have a surprise for you,” I said quietly turning my back to Marie. “Come to your apartment and you will see.”

Marie and I sat in complete silence for almost thirty minutes. It was the longest half hour of my life. When I heard Garrett’s keys outside the door, I jumped up, ran to the door and opened it. He was standing there in a T-shirt that said Marines across the chest and camouflage pants. He looked amazing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him hard and long. I almost forgot about our guest who was sitting in the living room until she cleared her throat.

Garrett’s head popped up and he said, “Is someone here?”

“Oh yeah, that’s right I almost forgot,” I said loudly. He gave me a strange look, and I pushed the door open, so he could see who was sitting on the couch.

“What the fuck?” I heard him say under his breath.

“Yeah, that is what I said too.” I looked at him and smiled.

“Marie . . . What are you doing here?” He asked in shock.

“Well, you haven’t been returning my calls so I thought I would stop by,” she said smiling at him.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to use the restroom,” I said with a smile on my face.

Garrett waited for me to leave the room. I stopped just around the corner so I could hear them. “Hmmm. . . This is kind of awkward…Marie. . . I’m sorry I haven’t called you back, but I’m dating, Leila. I thought you got the hint. Apparently, I was wrong. I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” he said politely. I heard the door open.

“I’m not sure what is so special about her!” She yelled as she stomped her feet down the hallway.

“No, and you never will,” Garrett said under his breath then I heard the door shut.

I hurried to the bathroom running the water for a bath and lighting all the candles. Garrett walked in and wrapped his arms around my waist. “What are you doing in here?”

“I wanted to surprise you with a romantic evening. Then Jersey Shore showed up. Man, was she a buzz kill,” I laughed.

“She isn’t going to ruin our evening, Babe,” he said seductively. He gently pulled on the belt of my robe to loosen the knot. Pushing the robe off my shoulders it fell to the floor landing at my feet. I was standing there in a black lace bustier with a black thong and garters.

“Jesus, Babe. Are you trying to kill me?” He gasped.

I moved closer to him and put my hands on his chest and whispered, “I told you I had a surprise for you.”

I glanced over at the bathtub and realized I needed to turn the water off. I purposely turned and bent way over the tub, exposing my ass to him to turn the water off.

He came up behind me and pressed himself against me. I could feel his erection through his pants. I reached behind me and grabbed his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.

He wrapped his arms around me and stood me up straight. His breathing became ragged and he put his face next to my ear. “You are so beautiful, Babe. I want to fuck you right here, right now.”

“Well, what’s stopping you?” I said breathlessly, squeezing his cock again.

Taking a small step back he began unlacing the back of my bustier and unhooking my garters slowly running his fingers gently up and down my legs. He pulled my underwear down and spun me around and dropped to his knees. Gripping my ass he pulled my hips towards him. His mouth was kissing my pussy and his tongue was searching for my clit. My hands were on his head, guiding him. My head fell back. “G,” I moaned.

It felt like it had been forever since I felt his touch. I was so turned on. I could feel myself almost climaxing. I pushed him away and knelt down with him. I reached down between us and un-tucked his shirt and pulled it off him. I could have stared at his body all day. He was so beautiful. I unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. We both slowly stood up, and he sat on the ledge of the tub. He unlaced his boots and took them off. He stood back up and pulled his pants down and kicked them to the side.

Sitting back down he began to remove his prosthetic. I touched his hand with mine. “Let me,” I said softly. I could sense his hesitation at first. “Please,” I said looking up at him. He nodded and slowly sat back down on the ledge. Carefully, I slid the thick plastic sleeve that went up to his thigh down over his knee and pulled his leg from the prosthetic leg. I removed the two socks and then the liner from his skin.

“Stand up.”

“I love it when you take charge,” he smiled.

I reached for his boxers to pull them down and felt his erection against my arm. I looked up at him quickly and grinned.

“What? You’re standing there naked and I’m not supposed to have a hard-on?”

I laughed rolling my eyes at him. “Get in the damn tub.”

He sat back down on the ledge of the tub and swung his body around slowly easing himself into the steaming hot water. “Jesus! Are you trying to boil me?” He laughed.

“Sorry, I thought a nice hot bath would be relaxing, I didn’t realize it was this hot,” I giggled.

I eased myself into the tub and rested my body up against his. “Ah. . . I could get used to this,” he said with a sigh.

He picked up the washcloth that lay on the side of the tub and began slowly washing my back, shoulders and arms. Pushing my hair aside he gently nibbled and kissed my shoulders and neck. He wrapped his arms around me and began caressing my breasts, my stomach and in between my legs. My breathing became labored. I arched my back pushing my ass up against his hard-on. My body was aching for him. I felt flushed. I’m not sure if it was from the hot bath water, or if it was the fact that I wanted to feel him inside me.

Taking the washcloth from his hand, I slowly turned myself around, trying not to splash any water onto the floor. I gently washed his chest and arms––examining each and every one of his tattoos. Slowly, I worked my way down his body until I reached his cock and slowly began stroking him. I felt his body shudder, and he let out a soft moan.

“Let’s go to your bed,” I said breathlessly.

He nodded.

While he lifted himself to the ledge, I stepped out of the tub to get a towel for each of us. I handed him a towel. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” I purred. I quickly left the bathroom while he put his leg back on. Once I was in his room, I quickly lit all the candles and climbed into his bed waiting for him.

He walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. As soon as he saw the room lit with candles, his towel dropped. “This is perfect, Babe, I love it.”

I was lying on my side staring at him. His body was perfect, and it was glistening from the water. I held my hand out for him to join me in the bed. He climbed onto the bed lying on his side next to me. Caressing my skin with his fingers, he worked his way down my body. His fingers entered my pussy, and his thumb rubbed my clit softly. I rolled onto my back and moaned. Bringing his mouth to my breasts, he kissed one nipple then the other. He was teasing me, and it was driving me mad. I thrust my hips in the air and let out a small cry. I was doing everything in my power to get his fingers deeper inside of me.

Pulling his fingers out of me, he positioned himself at the bottom of the bed. Now standing he grabbed my ankles, pulling me toward him. My ass was at the edge of the bed and he lifted my legs up to his chest. He thrust himself into me, and I cried, “Oh God.” I was clenching the blanket with my hands. I was so close, but trying to hold on. I wanted us to come at the same time. After a few more pumps of his hips, I could feel his orgasm erupting inside me. I let myself go.

We were both panting like we had just run a five mile race. He pulled out of me and I pushed myself back up the bed. Garrett lay down and curled up next to me. I loved that he wanted to hold me after sex. It was something I longed for only with him.

The next morning I woke up, and I was alone. I went into the bathroom and retrieved my robe. I put it on and went to find him.

Garrett was standing in the kitchen drinking coffee. “Good morning, Beautiful,” he said as he kissed me on the top of my head. “Are you hungry? You want me to cook you anything?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay, well we need to talk then. Come here, let’s sit.” He took my hand and led me over to the couch.

We both sat down and he held my hands tightly. My heart began to sink, and my stomach started to turn. I had no idea what he was about to say.

“I am not sure how to tell you this, so I am just going to say it. I am being stationed back in Hawaii,” he blurted out.

I could feel the blood rush from my face. I dropped my head. I didn’t know what to say or how to respond. I wanted to get up and run to the bathroom and puke my brains out. But instead I sat there in silence.

“Leila. . . Say something,” he pleaded.

“I’m not sure what you want me to say,” I said, stunned.

He gripped my hands tighter and took a deep breath. “Babe, I want you to come with me.”

“What . . .?” I said in shock as my head slowly rose to look at him.

“I said. . . I want you to come with me. There is one small little thing. We have to get married for you to be able to come with me. Only a spouse can live on base with me.”

I was stunned and speechless. I went from thinking he was moving to Hawaii and leaving me to him asking me to come with him and marry him.

He let go of one of my hands and slid off the couch to his knees. “Babe, I love you. I have always loved you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a diamond ring. He took my left hand. “Marry me.”

My head was spinning. I was trying to process everything.

“Leila. . . Did you hear me?”

I shook my head and snapped myself out of my daze. A huge smile appeared on my face.

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” I jumped onto his lap and kissed him.

We lay around his bed for the rest of the morning. I was resting my head on his chest with my eyes closed. His arms were wrapped around me, and he was running his fingers up and down my bare back. I was falling in and out of sleep, I was so relaxed. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

“Babe. . .” Garrett’s voice woke me from my daydream.

“Hmmm . . .?” I said dreamily.

“What are you going to tell your mom?”

My eyes popped open and panic rushed through me. I hadn’t thought about my mother. The last time I had even mentioned Garrett’s name, she flipped out. I slowly lifted my head. “I don’t know,” I whispered.

“I will go with you to tell her if you want,” he said, kissing my head.

“No, I will go see her tonight. I will break it to her gently. She needs to realize I am no longer a child.”

“If you change your mind, I will go with you, Babe. Come on let’s get ready to go,” he said as he slapped my ass.

As we drove back to my place, my stomach was in knots. I called my mom when we were leaving Garrett’s apartment. I told her I was going to stop by in a few hours. Garrett dropped me off at my car. He asked me one more time if I wanted him to come, and I told him, no. I knew how my mother could get. She flies off the handle, especially when it comes to Garrett.

As I climbed into my car, he leaned over to me. “I’m a text away if you need me. I love you.” He said as he kissed my cheek.

“I love you too. I’ll text you when I’m on my way home. Have a drink ready for me. I am going to need it,” I said smiling at him.

My stomach was in knots the entire drive over, and I was beginning to feel nauseous. As I drove, I felt myself gripping the steering wheel. I lightened my grip and took a deep cleansing breath like Helen had taught me. She had instructed me to do this when I got stressed. I had a bad habit of keeping everything bottled up inside. Helen said
I was a ticking time bomb
and she couldn’t believe I hadn’t exploded already.

I took another breath to relax myself. I think I could’ve taken fifty breaths and nothing would have helped. I knew this was not going to go well, my mother and I were too much alike, both of us very headstrong independent women. There were several times I considered turning around and going back to my apartment. Garrett and I could just elope. Once we were married my mother would have no say in the matter. I began rehearsing in my head exactly what I was going to say to her.

I pulled into my mother’s driveway about fifteen minutes later. The whole place was lit up.
Jesus, she’s keeping the electric company in business all by herself.
I sat in my car for a few minutes to gather my thoughts and build my confidence to face my mother.