Dark Boundaries (15 page)

Chapter Thirty Eight

Kristine~

I can’t believe how much things have changed in a week. Garrett actually seems to be a very nice man. Okay, more than nice, but I’m not willing to admit that to myself yet.

Justin and Riza are coming over. They said they’d bring Chinese so we don’t have to worry about dinner. We just have to take care of the wine. I pause as I’m taking out wine glasses and plates – when did Garrett and I become a
we
?

I glance up at the bedroom and I have a perfect view of Garrett while he’s getting dressed. He just got out of the shower and is fastening a belt. The jeans hang low on his waist. My eyes travel up from that perfect V to his muscled chest. There are still drops of water on his chest and shoulders. His hair looks almost black. I swallow hard. It’s the first time I see him like this. I can’t stop staring as he pulls a black t-shirt over his head.

He turns and he catches me staring. Shit!

“What?” he asks, a slow smile forming on his face.

“Nothing!” I quickly try to cover while dying of embarrassment inside. I’m sure he can see the blush on my face.

“That’s not a nothing,” he says. I can see the glint in his eyes from down here. He comes down the stairs and it almost looks like he’s prowling toward me. I grip the glass in my hand tighter as nervous anticipation floods me. He takes the glass from me. “If you hold that any tighter it’s going to shatter and we can’t have you cutting yourself.”

I take a step back but he keeps coming until I’m stuck between his hard body and the counter. He tilts his head and catches my eyes. “Now tell me why you were looking at me like that.”

I gulp down a deep breath. Oh dear! Here goes nothing. “I was just thinking,” I start to twist my hands together, fidgeting to ease my nerves, “that I’ve never seen you.” I let out a nervous little laugh and wave a hand through the air. He takes my hand and stops me from fidgeting any further.

“What do you mean?” he looks a little confused and I hate to spell this out to him.

“I’m trying to say that…” I suck in a deep breath and then just blurt it all out. “You’ve seen me. I mean you’ve seen all of me. You’re the only person that’s ever seen … you know …me like that … and I haven’t seen you. I just thought it’s weird, considering all the things we’ve done. You always kept your clothes on, so when I looked up just now and saw you … you know?” I’m starting to confuse myself with this rant, forgetting what it’s all about.

“I’m really confused. You’ve had sex before, surely those men saw you naked?”

I start to slowly shake my head. “Nope. The few times it happened it was dark. They didn’t bother putting the light on.”

I see the stunned surprise on his face and wonder if I should rather have kept this to myself.

“So you’re telling me,” he places his hands on either side of me, resting them on the counter. He leans in closer until I feel his breath on my lips, “I was the first to see you naked?”

I nod. He’s too close to me to try and squeak out an answer.

“You’re saying,” he leans in even closer and brushes his mouth against mine. He keeps going, placing soft kisses along my jaw, “you’ve never seen a naked man?”

He gets to my neck and bites me softly. I moan my answer to him, “If you don’t count those shows we watched before we we’re taken, then no.” I feel liquid heat flushing through my body and to keep myself standing, I grab hold of his shirt.

A shrill ringing noise makes him pull away from me. “That must be Justin,” he says, his voice hoarse from hopefully feeling the same need as me. He starts toward the door but before he opens it, he looks back to me. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”

Embarrassed by what just happened, I grab a dishcloth and start to wipe the glasses and plates, making sure they’re shining.

I hear Justin and Riza greeting Garrett, and then Riza shrieks. She runs my way, holding her arms wide open. We hug, just holding each other for a moment. When she pulls back, she has a wide smile on her face. Then she pops her left hand under my nose. “Just look!”

I’m staring at a huge diamond ring on Riza’s ring finger. I frown, a little confused as to what it means. “Tell me that’s a promise ring.”

“No,” she giggles and shoves it another inch closer, like I can’t see it already. The freaking diamond is huge. You can feed a small country if you sell it. “We’re engaged! Justin proposed last night. I wanted to tell you in person. I’ve already phoned Kelly.” Her smile wavers a bit.

“Let me guess,” I scrunch my nose, “Kelly’s not happy?”

Riza shrugs. “I’m the one who’s marrying Justin. I love him. He makes me happy. I mean, what could be more perfect than marrying the man that saved me?”

My eyes dart to Garrett where he’s talking to Justin. They’re still standing by the door. I watch Garrett take a package from Justin, and they start in our direction. Everything looks so casual.

“You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? You and Garrett seem to be doing well?” Riza’s excitement is starting to bubble over to me.

“We are,” I smile at her. “As long as you’re happy and if Justin makes you happy then go for it.”

She throws her arms around my neck. “I knew you’d understand.”

The men smile at us embracing. I pull away first and grab the plates. “Won’t you bring the glasses, please?” I ask Riza. I make a run for the dining room table, hoping that subject won’t come up in front of Garrett. I’m not sure what I feel for him and until I’ve figured it out for myself, I’m not ready to talk about it.

Luckily we all stay on safe topics. Justin and Riza tell us about property they’re looking at buying. Garrett and Justin talk business, and the more I hear about the work they do, and see the wealth surrounding them, the more I realize that they’re from a wealthy family.

I fill all our glasses again and take a sip from mine. I’ve been deep in thought so when I hear Warren’s name, I almost choke. “What’s that about Warren?” I clear my throat again, to get rid of the burning sensation.

Justin looks tense. “We have a private investigator out there looking for Warren and Bill. We want to know where they are, so we don’t run into them.”

The old familiar fear ripples through me. “Why would you do something like that?” I get up, no longer able to sit still. The urge to run makes me feel edgy. “It’s been a year. They’ve most probably forgotten about us. Looking for them will only lead to trouble.”

Garrett stands up. His serious expression reminds me of those days. “If Bill or Warren finds us first, who knows what they’d do. They could come after our family, or worse, kill us for disappearing on them. We know too much about how they operate. We’re loose ends they would want to tie up.”

I start to gather the dishes, needing something to do. “I think it’s a bad idea.” I take everything to the kitchen and start to wash the plates.

I can feel Garrett coming to stand behind me. He places his hands on my hips. I feel his thumbs brush softly over my shirt and his touch calms me a little.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promises. “Warren will never come near you again. I’ll make sure of that.”

The rest of the night goes by without any incidents. When Justin and Riza leave, I’m tired and ready for bed.

I take a quick shower and dress in the usual shorts and cami I sleep in. When I come out of the bathroom, I find Garrett sitting on the bed, just staring out the window into the dark night.

I take a step towards him, wondering what he’s thinking. His eyes find mine and he smiles that trademark smile I’ve come to love. He holds out a hand for me. “Come here.”

I take his hand and he pulls me until I’m standing between his legs. “I’ve been thinking about our conversation of earlier,” his hands come to rest on my hips, “and I’d like to fix that.”

He leans in and places a kiss on the strip of skin peeking from between my cami and shorts. Garrett moves his hands up my side, pushing the material up as he goes and exposing more of my skin.

When he looks up at me his eyes are warm with lust. “Let me show you how it should really be.”

I know I won’t be able to talk right now, so I keep quiet and try not to move. His hands keep working their way up and as he pulls the cami over my head, I drop my eyes to the floor.

“Look at me, Kris. I want to see those beautiful eyes. I love drowning in them.” He stands up to his full height as he says this. I look up but my eyes instantly drop to his chest as he drags his shirt over his head. His golden skin is stretched tight over his muscles and my hands itch to touch him. I’ve never had the opportunity to explore his body.

“If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to throw caution out of the window and just fuck you.” His words light a fire deep in my belly. I meet his eyes and see the same desire burning in him.

He takes hold of my shorts and drags them down my legs. I step out of them and watch as he tosses them aside. I should be used to being naked in front of him. He saw me naked so many times and in so many positions, but right now it all feels new.

“Eyes up here, Kris. Let me see what’s going on in that beautiful mind.” I smile at his compliment but again my eyes drop as he starts to undo his belt and jeans. They fall to the floor and I see his boxers tenting with his obvious desire.

Garrett still hasn’t touched me except for taking off my clothes. “Get on the bed,” he instructs and my body listens out of habit. I get on and scoot to the middle. When Garrett takes off his boxers, my heart starts to beat at a maddening pace.

He’s naked. Freaking hell, he’s so strikingly gorgeous. Every inch of his body is perfect and when my eyes land on his erection I can’t believe that was in me.

He gets on the bed and crawls over my body. I start to tremble with anticipation. I don’t know what to expect. There was never any foreplay between us. He fucked me and I obeyed, but now it’s different.

Garrett’s hands slip behind my knees and he pulls my legs open to accommodate his larger body. He places a kiss on my stomach and then looks up at me. “If I was the first to see you like this, then I’ll be the first to do this?” I’m about to ask what he’s talking about when his face disappears between my legs. I feel his tongue press against me, and then he licks.

“Oh!” My back arches up and my body shudders at the foreign feeling of pleasure. He places on arm over my stomach and presses down, keeping me locked in place. He licks me again while he enters a finger into me. His finger thrusts in a few times. He spreads me wide open and licks me once more. Then he sucks the bundle of sensitive nerves. The sensation is too much and I grab his hair to try and pull him away. “Garrett,” I breathe his name, wanting to beg him to make the ache go away.

“That’s it, Kris. Keep saying my name. When you come, I want you to scream my name.”

He fills me with two fingers and starts to move his hand harder. Every time he slams his palm against me, I feel like I’m going to explode from pleasure. I need more. “Harder,” I whisper between racing breaths. “Fuck me harder with your hand.”

With a growl erupting from his chest, he raises himself above me and starts to move his hand faster and harder. “Come for me, Kris. Come over my fingers.” His voice is hoarse, sending ripples of pleasure dancing over my heated skin.

I start to move my hips, rubbing as hard as I can against him. His other hand slips behind my neck and he lies half on the bed, half on me, pressing his erection into my thigh. He yanks my face to his and then his mouth devours me, just as my body tenses. I moan into the heat of his mouth as ripples of pleasure ravage me.

I’m still coming down from the orgasm when he covers my body totally with his. “I haven’t been with anyone since you,” he says and I can hardly believe it. “No one turns me on like you.”

“Me too,” I flush, admitting this to him. “I mean I haven’t wanted to be with anyone.”

His eyes burn hot into mine as he presses his hard length against me. “You know what I want to hear,” he growls.

“I want you,” I whisper the words he always waited for before taking me.

He takes hold of his erection and rubs it around my sensitive bud. I grab hold of his ass, trying to guide him. I want him in me so badly I can cry. But he doesn’t relent. He keeps rubbing circles and then he slips only the tip in. Just as I think he’s going to thrust in, he pulls out and makes my body quiver from sensory overload. I start to move my hips, grinding shamelessly against him.

“That’s it, Kris.  Take what you want,” he breathes hard. The passion on his face, the tender way he looks at me is almost overwhelming. It’s the first time he shows me how much he wants me. He never did that before.

I can’t stand the torture anymore and for the first time ever I take control. I push hard against him with my whole body until he’s the one flat on his back. I take his erection in my hand and position myself over him. I sink down on him, taking all of him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growls. His hands caress my skin as he moves them from my hips until he’s cupping my breasts. I lean back, placing my hands on his powerful thighs and I start to move up and down slowly at first. I press my breasts harder into his hands.

His arms go around me as he sits up against the pillows. I’m slightly higher because I’m on top of him, but it gives him perfect access to take one of my breasts in his mouth. His hands find their way back to my hips and he takes over. He slows us down by holding me still. He enters me torturously slow. I throw my head back as pleasure ripples through my body with each delicious, hard thrust.