Fool for Love (Believe #2)

by Karen Ferry

  I’m consumed with need for her.

  My plans are gone – shot down by her ability to make me feel alive for the first time in years. I both curse and rejoice in it.

  I push her chair back and grip onto her smooth thighs, spreading her legs for me. My mouth moves up her collarbone, up her delicate neck, until my lips close on the sensitive skin behind her ear. She sighs and hums as I feast on her skin, and I dig my nails into her thighs, trying to restrain myself. My hips jerk, and I curse under my breath from being unable to just take her here.

  “What’s wrong?” Suzy whispers.

  I look down at her, my breath coming out in pants.

  “I…I need you, waif,” I admit on a hoarse whisper, finally revealing how strong my feelings lie. I doubt she understands the double meaning of my words.

  “Then take me,” she whispers, putting her hands on my neck as she leans up to catch my lower lip in her teeth. I let her guide our kiss this time, overcome with her sweetness, and her eager tongue plunges inside my mouth. I growl deeply and notice, vaguely, as one of her hands trails down my chest towards my pants; she unzips them and pull my boxers away, taking my dick in her hand. She squeezes it firmly, and I tear my mouth free.

  “I – I can’t…”

  She has me entirely spellbound, and she doesn’t even know it.

  “Let me taste you, Garrett,” she murmurs softly, her voice filled with need for me. She looks down while reaching for my right hand. As if hypnotised, I watch her as she guides my fingers to her cunt and she begins to rub her clit, our hands intertwined.

  My heart pounds away and we groan simultaneously when I feel how wet she is.

  “Fuck,” I growl, defeated.

  Her glazed eyes lift to meet mine.

  “Yes. Let’s fuck,” she murmurs. She moans when I grip her wrist, pushing her hand away so she can’t pleasure herself.

  “I see to your needs, remember?” I plunge two fingers inside her, and she scoots down in her seat, losing her hold on my dick. “Whatever you want, waif – whenever you need me, I’ll take care of you.”

  She nods and wets her lips as my fingers pump roughly inside her, hitting her sweet spot. She lifts her right leg to let it rest on the bar, and I hold onto it, moving my head to let my tongue and lips taste her skin there.

  I look down as I feel her become even wetter, and I lick my lips with want for her.

  “Your cunt is so greedy. I want to feel my dick sink inside your wetness. Look at me,” I command. I need to see her eyes when I push her over the edge.

  She does as I ask, mouth slightly open, breaths coming fast, and I remove my fingers from inside her and lick her sweetness off them.

  “Heaven. Who do you belong to?” I demand, panting as I brush her mouth with mine, biting down on her lower lip.

  “Y-you, Sir,” she moans, her hand resting on my cheek.

  The sweetness of her caress comes close to unmanning me entirely.

  “You’re not moving out, do you hear me?”

  “I hear you.” Her eyes shine with lust back at me, but I hope to fuck that’s not the only emotion she feels for me at this very moment – that I’m not deluding myself, falsely believing that the tenderness she’s trying to hide from me is merely an illusion.

  “Don’t ever forget it, waif. I’m going to make you come for me now, and then I want you on your knees, sucking me off. Understood?”

  She nods. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  As I plunge my fingers inside her again, she starts to moan and mewl in earnest, and my dick hardens further from the glorious sight before me.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, mouth parched. “Come for me, waif…let go.”

  As she comes on my fingers, I feel victorious – elated, even. My heart feels full, my soul burns with need for her, and while I fear what this might mean for us, I push it aside for now.

  I let her rest for a couple of seconds and kiss her gently on her lips as I push down my pants and boxers to free my throbbing dick.

  Finally, I step back to lean on the bar, spread my legs, and grip my balls tightly with my right hand.

  “On your knees.”

  She takes off her robe and licks her lips as she kneels before me. My breath catches when she takes a firm hold on the base of my dick.

  “I need you to keep your eyes on me,” I whisper. I don’t give a fuck that my voice has lost its edge; I’ve never been this close to begging a woman to please me, but for Suzy – for her, I know I’ll do and say almost anything to make her obey me.

  The instant her mouth closes over the tip, I have to brace on the bar behind me. I’m weak in the knees, lost in the sensations her tongue and lips bring out as she takes me deeper. I reach out my hand and caress her cheek, all the while keeping my eyes locked with hers. She hums deeply, and I suck in my breath as I begin to thrust gently inside her. While I haven’t given her permission to do so, it turns me on like mad when her other hand finds its way down her belly to her cunt and she begins to play with herself. The fact that she’s as naked as they come while I remain almost fully clothed is erotic. Enticing.

  “Fuck, I love your mouth,” I growl as she begins to suck me faster. I know I can’t hold back for much longer.

  “Yes, babe, that’s it. Take more of me – take all of me.”

  As tingles shoot down my spine, I throw my head back on a long groan, and I give myself over to the woman who now holds a part of my heart in her hands.

  Her mouth gently releases my dick, and I look down to find her nibbling on her lower lip. My eyes move further down her breasts and belly, and when I notice that she’s still pleasuring herself, I grin.

  “Lie down on your back, waif,” I command her. “Let me see you as you come…”

  As she does as I say, I pull up my pants and zip them, inhaling a shaky breath. Her knees up, bent to the side so I have a better view of her cunt, and her other hand pinching and rolling her nipples, makes me ball my hands in fists. I try to control my yearning to take over.

  To make her scream my name.

  I can feel her eyes on me, burning through the layers of my clothes, so I take one step closer and kneel down beside her. The floor is hard, and I know it can’t be that comfortable for her. I lie down on my side and place an arm next to her head. I lower my head until our mouths are perfectly aligned. She licks her lips, her eyelids flutter, and her breathing is becoming heavier by the second.

  “The next time I watch you play with your delicious cunt, I’ll make sure you’re more comfortable.”

  She blinks and grins at me.

  “I don’t mind too much,” she pants.

  I chuckle.

  “Well, I’m glad.”

  I take in the length of her slender body, perusing every dip and curve, and then lick my index finger.

  “Let me help you,” I whisper. Without waiting for her answer, I close my mouth over hers and kiss her hard while my finger slips inside her. I suck her tongue, swallowing her moans, and my dick wakes up again.

  As our fingers pick up speed, our tongues dance with each other, and it takes all my self control to let her set the pace. Our eyes stay open, intensifying our passion, and at last, I feel her shudder, and her walls clamping down on my finger as she comes.

  She tears her mouth from mine and moans loudly.

  I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

  “Perfect.” The word falls from my lips on a hoarse whisper, and I kiss her cheek, letting my mouth linger.

  “Oh, my gosh, Garrett…”

  Her satisfied sigh fills me with pride. I lift my head, my fingers still inside her, and when her legs fall to her sides, I hum in regret as I lose her wetness.

  Licking all her juices from my fingers, I keep our eyes locked, and I revel in the sated smile she gives me.

  “Wow,” she breathes, and I chuckle. “I have to say, Garrett, that you’re good at make-up-sex. Or, in this case, make-up-shenanigans.”

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sp; I frown at her when she winces.

  “I’m sorry, I should have taken you to bed instead.”

  She waves a hand at me and lifts up on her elbows. My throbbing dick protests when I stand up and I reach out my hand to help her on her feet. For once, I have to ignore my hard-on.

  When I’m sure Suzy’s got her bearings, I look at my watch and curse under my breath.

  “Shit, I really have to go now,” I mutter before I go to pick up my briefcase. I open the door but hesitate.

  Fuck it.

  I drop my briefcase, and, in quick strides, walk back to Suzy. Her questioning eyes widen in surprise when I take her head in my hands. Hers come up to rest on my wrists, and while I know I can’t tell her about my true feelings for her yet, I can at least show her how deep they run.

  My lips meet hers in a soft, feather-like touch, but I don’t deepen it even when every nerve ending in my body is screaming at me to let go.

  “Come down to Mama Rosa’s tonight,” I whisper against her lips. “Let me show you the one place that makes me truly happy.”

  She gasps slightly, but then a wide smile spreads on her lips, and her eyes shine with happiness.

  “I’d love to. But what happened to your whole speech about making myself scarce tonight?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

  “I lied,” I admit.

  “Mm-hmm…I thought so.” She grins at me, her eyes twinkling. “What time do you want me there?”

  “Eight p.m. good for you?”

  “Yes,” she whispers and brushes her lips over mine. “I can’t wait.”

  I hesitate as the enormity of her words hit me right in the gut. I revel in the warmth they elicit in my body, and let my forehead rest on hers for a couple of seconds. Then I give in and tell her the words she no doubt wants to hear.

  The words I actually long to say.

  The words that give me hope of a brighter future than I thought before.

  “Neither can I,” I whisper back.

  Giving her one last kiss, I release her and then I’m out the door.

  As I ride down the elevator, my heart feels lighter than it has in fifteen years.

  The strange thing is that the lightness doesn’t fade all throughout the day.

  Maybe I still have a chance in this life.

  Maybe…

  MY BODY FEELS DELICIOUSLY sore all afternoon, even after the long bath I took when Garrett left, but it doesn’t matter.

  Nothing does except the happy butterflies in my tummy.

  The boring, negative voice inside me that usually tells me to not jump to any conclusions is absent for once. Technically, I know that I should be more careful with my heart, but how can I be when the hottest man to ever walk this earth wants to show me his pride and joy?

  All caution has been thrown to the wind now, and I know deep down that Garrett’s feelings about us have changed.

  The way he looked at me before he left – oh, my goodness. I’ve never seen that look in another man’s eyes. Not directed at me, anyway.

  It came pretty close to the way Daniel looks at Emma sometimes, actually. Pure adoration. Warm. Heated.

  All three at the same time, and it made me weak in the knees.

  It’s completely irrational, of course, but as I set about cleaning the apartment, I can’t let it go. I know my instincts have been completely off before, but this time, it’s different.

  Or at least I hope it is.

  My heart breaks when I think about his revelation last night. To have loved so deeply and lost when he was so young – I can’t imagine what it must be like. The betrayal caused by Cecilia and Vincent makes me so angry on his behalf, even though I didn’t know them. I’m also sad that their lives were taken from them before their time, and I hurt for Garrett.

  To lose a child…oh, hell. It’s unbearable. Even if Garrett wasn’t the father, he’ll never know. He wasn’t given a chance to find out, and that’s what tears at me the most.

  Suddenly, I miss my mother so deeply. Despite what’s happened between us, I vow to call her soon. It’s time we have a real conversation; it’s time I forgive her, even if she doesn’t deserve it.

  Time – we always think we have so much left, but we don’t know that.

  It’s like I told Garrett last night, life’s too short for regrets.

  I know there are still a million things about Garrett that he hasn’t told me about, or that I haven’t learned myself, but those are just details.

  My heart is telling me that this man is The One. I won’t ever let him down.

  When I turn off the vacuum, an incessant knocking from the front door catches my attention, and I wipe the sweat off my brow before I run to it.

  Blowing some strands of hair out of my eyes, I turn the lock and open it, but my body freezes when I see who the guest is – one of the cops who came by the other day.

  This man is the younger of the two, and as he slowly lowers his raised arm, his beady eyes take in my body. Even though I’m fully clothed in yoga pants and a top, I don’t like the way they linger on my boobs before they travel to my eyes.

  I frown at him. “Who are you?”

  He smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. When I cross my arms, he licks his lips, and my skin begins to crawl.

  This guy rates so high on the Creep-O-Meter. Ugh.

  “I’m Detective Dennis Easton with the NYPD. May I come in?”

  Without waiting for my answer, he steps into my private space, and I have no choice but to back away and let him inside. I don’t shut the door, though, but instead, I remain standing next to it.

  He stops and looks back at me when he notices that I’m not following him, and his lips turn down in annoyance.

  “Is Mr. Thompson home?” he clips as he walks back towards me.

  “He’s just gone down to the deli around the corner,” I lie.

  For some reason, I don’t trust this guy.

  He purses his lips at me, clearly not buying it; but I jut out my chin, refusing to back down.

  “Mind telling me your name, Miss…?” he asks as he takes out a small notebook and a pen from the breast pocket on his jacket.

  “Suzy Christensen. Mind telling me why you’re here?”

  He writes down my name but doesn’t answer, and the growing silence makes me nervous. I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear and stiffen slightly when he continues to meander around the apartment. He stops in front of the old bookshelf and begins to read the titles on the back of the books, ignoring me. A sliver of unease settles in my stomach.

  “Why are you in New York, Miss Christensen? You don’t sound American, am I right?” He glances in my direction and I let out a low sigh, annoyed with him for stalling.

  “No, I’m from Denmark. I’m just here on holiday – I wanted to see a bit of the world while I still could.”

  His thoughtful look makes me impatient to get rid of him. “Look, Detective Easton, do you need me to ask Garrett to call you?”

  “Ah, no, that won’t be necessary, Miss. I’ll just drop by another time.” He walks slowly back towards me, and relief fills me that he’ll soon be gone.

  I uncross my arms and turn my back on him, expecting him to leave.

  Big mistake.

  An arm pushes me roughly in the back, knocking me slightly into the door, and I gasp when my front is plastered to it, a hard, unforgiving body leaning into mine. My arms are forced back, and I cry out in pain from the force when his other hand yanks my hair back.

  “Tell Garrett Thompson to watch his back,” the detective whispers in my ear. “Tell him that Giancarlo hasn’t forgotten him.”

  I nod, frantic, silently praying that he won’t hurt me, and he chuckles with menace.

  “Maybe I shouldn’t leave just yet…”

  I shut my eyes when he bends his head to my neck, and I think I’m about to throw up when he presses his hips into my ass; his arousal is clear, and tears spring to my eyes.

  His breathing grows heavy, and I wh
imper with fright.

  “Maybe we should have a little fun, you and I.”

  Please don’t, please, please, please, please…

  He releases the painful hold on my hair, one hand trailing down my shoulder and I shudder when he skims the side of my breast. I can feel his hand stop before it closes on my breast, and a sob tears itself free from my throat. I try to wrench my arms free, but his hold only tightens further, and he ignores me. His body leans further into me, keeping my arms imprisoned, and he clamps his free hand down on my mouth. I try to bite it, but I can’t. His hold is too tight, and it doesn’t give my mouth the opening I need.

  Adrenaline courses through me as I cry, and I know deep in my soul that I have to fight him – I have to, or I won’t be me anymore.

  A loud ringing makes him pause, and he lets go of my breast.

  His voice is perfectly calm as he answers it.

  “Detective Easton.”

  Frantically, I contemplate whether now’s the time for me to scream when his hand covering my mouth slips. But I’m petrified.

  I pant, keeping my voice down as the seconds tick past, trying to will my thoughts to come up with a plan to escape him, but I’m numb – blank – unable to do anything at all.

  “I see,” he murmurs. I can hear the sour note in his voice. “I’ll come down to the station now.”

  A small sliver of hope sets in as he ends the call, and I try to get my crying under control.

  “Well, it would seem that I have to leave you,” he whispers in my ear. I tremble even harder when he licks my neck.

  “Don’t you even think for a minute of telling anyone about what happened here, you little bitch,” he goes on, and I try to shake my head. He grabs my hair again, causing me to whimper from the pain.

  “No one will believe a word coming out of your mouth, do you hear?” He gives me a small shake while his other hand finds my breast again and he pinches my nipple; the humiliation is unbearable. All I seem able to do is cry harder, and then I’m pulled back and tossed to the floor. I curl into a ball, making my body as small as possible, and I don’t open my eyes. I hear his footsteps retreat and the door opens and shuts, practically without a sound.