Page 261 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

I don’t waste a second in doing as I’m told, sitting with my legs on either side of his hips and resting my arms over his shoulders.

“How’s this?” I ask as his hands slide around my waist, making me shudder with desire.

“Perfect. Always fucking perfect.”

I lean forward and brush my lips against his softly.

He allows me control for all of about three minutes before his fingers sink into the hair at the nape of my neck, and he crushes our lips together, turning the kiss from sweet to hungry in the blink of an eye.

One minute we’re just kissing, and the next our hands are everywhere. I grind down against his length as he slides the straps of my bra from my shoulders, exposing my breasts and cupping them in his giant, calloused hands.

He works me so perfectly, and I soon find myself racing toward release.

“I want to watch you come, then I’m going to bend you over the couch and fuck you until you forget your own name. I want you to go into next year knowing just who owns this pussy.”

Heat surges to my core.

Oh my fucking god.

The mouth on this man.

“Yes, yes,” I cry, right on the cusp of coming.

But just before I throw myself off the ledge and into oblivion, there’s a loud crash from behind me, and then a deep voice I shouldn’t be hearing in this moment.

“Surprise!”

My eyes widen and lock on Calvin’s as heavy footsteps thud closer.

We both turn around and face the hallway as Garrett shouts, “Oh my fuck.”

The luggage in his hand collides with the floor as his hands lift to cover his eyes.

“What the fuck, Gare?” I snap, scrambling to get off Calvin’s lap.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

I snatch my abandoned tunic from the floor and hold it against myself as I put my boobs back into their cups.

Oh my god. This is mortifying.

“Can I look yet?”

“Yes,” I hiss, clutching the tunic to my chest.

He hesitantly peels his hands away from his face and looks between the two of us with a guilty expression. “I guess I should have knocked, huh?”

“You think?” I shriek.

“I didn’t think I’d be walking into anything.”

“It’s my apartment, Gare. I’m allowed to do what I want, where I want.”

He looks up to the ceiling for a beat. “I-I know that.” His eyes shift to Calvin, who hasn’t moved since I jumped off him. “And honestly, if I had the chance, I’d be doing exactly what you were,” Garrett teases, one eyebrow lifting as he pointedly looks at Calvin’s crotch.

“Garrett,” I cry as Calvin reaches for one of my cushions, depositing it in his lap to cover his boner.

“What? You’re a lucky girl, Sisi.” He winks.