Begging for Hale

by Marie James

  I hear him growl in frustration. He leans over, placing a hand on either arm of the recliner and leans in close. “You will come in my mouth before I come in yours, Angel. Let’s get some rest.” He chuckles at the pout on my face.

  Gently he scoops me up and carries me like a bride to my bedroom. For the briefest of moments I wonder where Josie disappeared to. I’ll have to thank her tomorrow for the privacy.

  Garrett lowers me to my feet beside the bed. He reaches down and grabs the hemline of my t-shirt and gives me a questioning look, asking me permission to take it off. I raise my hands over my head in answer and he slowly pulls the garment free and tosses it to the chair in the corner.

  Taking a step back he drinks me in, his eyes glazing over even more. As he continues to stare, I hook my thumbs in the pajama pants I have gotten way too used to wearing the last couple of weeks and slide them down my hips, allowing them to pool at the floor.

  The hiss from his lips causes me to shiver, my need for him as strong as his apparent need for me. He closes the space between us and lowers to the floor, running his nose between my breasts and down my stomach. His strong hands clasp each of my calves pulling them up and freeing them of the pajamas. They join the shirt on the chair.

  “Angel.” He sobs as he noticed the scars on my lower belly.

  “I’m fine,” I assure him as he leans in and presses a delicate kiss to each one.

  He grips my hips and turns me around, no doubt looking for the entrance wound of the gun shot. I feel his head rest against my back after the faintest of kisses touch my tender, pink scar, a muffled sob shaking me. I rest my hands on his, giving him a minute to collect himself. I’d had the same reaction when I finally had the courage to look at myself in the mirror.

  He stands and I turn in his arms, my fingers wiping away tears from his wet cheeks.

  “I’m fine,” I repeat.

  “I thought I’d lost you.” I know his admission includes both being shot and my misperceived rejection at the hospital. I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to rid it of the thought of never holding him again.

  “Never,” I finally whisper in his ear, my hands trail down to his hips. I slide my hands in the back of his sweats and I’m unable to resist the urge to grip his stellar ass. His groan causes my core to clench, begging to be filled.

  I push my hands deeper, causing his sweats to slide down to the floor. Garrett shifts from side to side, simultaneously removing his shoes and the sweats. It’s my turn to take a step back and ogle his magnificent body.

  I hum my approval and reach down to divest myself from my panties. No sense in having clothes on if he’s stark naked.

  “Don’t.” The sound of his voice causes me to stop. “I don’t have the self control right now, Alexa.”

  I nod my head in understanding, mildly disappointed and turn to pull the blankets back. I know we both need to hold each other more than anything right now, but my body is begging for him.

  I gingerly climb into bed and feel Garrett’s body heat as he slides in behind me. He lies on his back and I situated myself on his chest, instantly comfortable against his hard body. His chin rests against the crown of my head and his hand slowly runs up and down my bare back.

  The motion in conjunction with the hypnotizing rhythm of his steady breathing calms my frazzled nerves and I close my eyes.

  “I love you, Angel.” I hear before my eyes flutter closed. I smile and give into the relaxing, full feeling of my heart.

  Chapter 37

  Garrett

  Had someone told me that things with Alexa would have worked out this way, I never would have walked out of the hospital two and a half weeks ago. I would have fought for her and refused to let her push me away when she woke up. Hind sight is always twenty-twenty though wasn’t it?

  I closed my eyes only minutes after I felt her settle on my chest and her breathing evened out. I remember nothing after that.

  Awareness pulls me from sleep slowly. I smile at the feel of Alexa’s warm body on mine. I shift my weight, the feel of her hip against my erection eliciting all of my attention. I squeeze her tighter against me. Even right against me feels too far away.

  She hugs me back and I grin. “Good morning,” She hums her response against my chest and slowly trails her small hand from my chest, down my abs, until it reaches under the blanket and grips my cock.

  I hiss. The warm embrace from her grip nearly causes me to come. No further stimulation needed.

  I feel her smile at my unguarded response. “Good morning.” She coos raising her head and giving me a soft kiss.

  My eyes roll back as her hand begins stroking my neglected cock. As much as I would love to let her continue, I made a promise to her last night and fully intended to keep it.

  I stilled her hand with my own. “You first, Angel.” I roll her over onto her back and suddenly take a pink nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking the hardened bud through my lips.

  Her soft moans and the seductive roll of her hips against my straining cock nearly cause me to lose control. “Stay still or I won’t let you come.” She whimpers but her body calms. The need in her eyes a reflection of mine.

  I kiss, lick, and bite down her torso, paying extra care to the dark pink, raised scars on her lower belly. My movements falter when another attack of regret and pain hits me in the gut. Alexa notices and tilts her hips, the softness of her mound hitting my chin, pulls my attention lower.

  I’d told myself I’d gently lick her, slowly bringing her to orgasm, but once the smell of her arousal and the sight of her perfect pussy hit me I attacked her. My mouth closing over her, cheeks hollowing as I sucked her lips into my mouth.

  A groan leaves my mouth as the taste of her hits the back of my throat. This is heaven. I want nothing more than to have my mouth on her for eternity. The feel of her hand gripping a clump of my unruly hair sets off an animalistic instinct. My tongue getting the message begins to sweep through her already slick folds.

  She gasps loudly and I pull my mouth away immediately and look up at her. “Did I hurt you?” Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are mere slits. She bites her lips and shakes her head. I grin as I feel her hand attempting to get me to lower my mouth back to her. Keeping eye contact I let my mouth descend to her once again.

  I hum against her and watch her eyes close at the sensation. She throws her head back once I tentatively penetrate her with one long, thick finger. Her body begins to tremble and I know she’s close to orgasm.

  Two fingers and a nip to her clit is what sends her over the edge, her body tensing and shaking violently. So violently I’m afraid she’ll hurt herself, but the undeniable soft mewling from her lips tell me she’s feeling nothing but pure bliss. I maintain soft licks to her sensitive flesh until she settles back down to the bed, the orgasm having caused a deep arch in her back.

  I smile up at her and wipe her juices from my lips on her inner thigh.

  She increases her grip in my hair and looking at me through her eyelashes begs, “I need you inside of me, Garrett.”

  I slither up her body. “Angel.” I want her so bad but I’m not capable of hurting her more than I have already.

  “Please?” Her begging is too much and I sink into her without thought.

  I groan at the tight feel of her wrapped around me; the tiny muscles gripping and clinging to me.

  “Fuck, Alexa. I missed you so much.” I whisper as I begin to ease in and out of her, loving the feel of her nails on my back.

  Keeping the slow pace of my hips I lean in and kiss her. Pouring every ounce of my love into her, hoping she understands and by the way she is kissing me back makes me believe she does.

  I feel her begin to quiver, her core tightening again just as I feel the tingle run down my spine. This is going to be embarrassingly short lived.

  “Baby, I’m so close,” she gasps against my panting mouth.

  The first wave of her fisting orgasm causes my balls to tighten and my cock to thicke
n. “I love you,” I pant against her mouth as I go over the edge, filling her with thick spurts of come.

  We sooth each other with passionate kisses as our bodies calm from the much needed reunion. “Did I hurt you?” I finally manage against her mouth.

  “No,” she whispers and kisses me again.

  Realization hits me like a bucket of cold water. No condom.

  “Fuck.” I huff, pulling out of her, watching part of me seep from her.

  “What?” She looks down noticing the milky liquid glistening on her lower lips.

  She makes eye contact with me and releases a tiny giggle. “I’m clean if that’s what you’re worried about.” She notices the frustrated look on my face and it causes her brows to furrow. “Y…you are too, right?” She stammers.

  “Of course,” I respond indignantly. “I’m more worried about pregnancy.” I inform her.

  “I have the implant, Garrett,” She raises her left arm and shows me a tiny scar on the inside of her bicep.

  “So, we’re good?” She nods her head. “No chance for a baby?”

  “Not until we’re ready.” She states matter of factly.

  The idea of eventually having a baby with Alexa Warner brings a smile to my face, a reaction I thought I’d never have.

  I grin down at her and then focus back on the perfect flesh between her thighs. Lifting a hand to her I run my thumb over her, rubbing over the wetness. I slip two fingers inside of her relishing in the feel of my semen inside of her; loving the creamy feel of what I left behind.

  She whimpers when I pull my hand from her, indicating she was ready for more of me. I raise my fingers to her lips and she greedily sucks them clean.

  Doing my best to ignore my thick erection I kiss her pouty lips and pull back.

  “Will you come home with me, Angel?” She smiles brightly at me.

  “Of course,” she responds. “But only if you promise to fuck me like you used to and stop treating me like I’m going to break.”

  I grin back at her. “I’m going to take it easy with you until you get a release from your doctor telling me I can take you how you want to be taken.”

  She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “Garrett!”

  “Sorry, Angel.” I shrug down at her. “How long did the doctor tell you it would take for a full recovery?”

  She narrows her eyes at me. “Six fucking weeks.”

  “Well, looks like we’re going to have to take it slow for a few more weeks then.” There is no way she is going to convince me otherwise.

  She shimmies out from under me and slides off the bed. I watch her sashaying hips as she makes it across the room to her ensuite. “We’ll see about that,” she calls over her shoulder before entering the bathroom.

  I growl, knowing I’m going to have my work cut out with her, especially since I can’t seem to control myself once her clothes come off.

  “Fuck,” I mutter to myself when I hear an erotic moan from inside the bathroom.

  Chapter 38

  Alexa

  I flicked my clit and fingered myself for over twenty minutes in the shower. Moan and groaning as loudly as I could in an attempt to get Garrett to join me. Not only did he not take the bait, but I was unable to bring myself to orgasm, my body begging for his touch rather than my own.

  Finally giving up the chase for a self-induced release I towel off in the restroom, barely drying my body, knowing the glisten of water on my skin would help to entice Garrett into action. I stalked back into the bedroom stark naked. Garrett was sprawled out on my bed, still naked. His arm covered his eyes; his jaw had a hard set.

  My eyes landed on his thick manhood, fully erect against his lower belly. I smile knowing he heard every bit of the little show I just put on. I clear my throat causing a jolt from him. I wonder what he was thinking about; what would be distracting him enough to be able to resist me.

  He raises his arm from his eyes marginally and looks down the length of his body at me. I’m standing at the end of the bed, dripping water with my hands on my hips.

  He groans and throws his head back, his arm returning to its position across his eyes.

  “You don’t want me, baby?” I purr.

  He doesn’t respond and turns over, showing me his back, effectively covering his needy cock, grinding it into the mattress.

  I slink up his body from the bottom of the bed, licking and nipping at his legs, ass, and back. I straddle his hips and grind my hot pussy against his lower back. His hands fist the sheets, nearly tearing them and I hear him scream into the bed, the muffled outburst causing me to laugh.

  He turns his head and I can see his gorgeous face in profile. “Please don’t Angel. It’s torture.” He begs.

  Although I want nothing more than for him to take me hard against the wall, I know he doesn’t want to hurt me, and I’m not sure that the aggressive activity would be safe. Begrudgingly, I slide off of him and start to grab clothing from my dresser.

  “Are you mad at me?” His voice is small and unsure.

  I turn towards him as I slip a butter soft t-shirt over my breasts. I hear him groan again at the sight. “Can I suck you off later?”

  He grins. “As long as you’re gentle.”

  I giggle. “Then no, I’m not mad at you.” I wink at him and slip on a tiny pair of cotton shorts. I want him lusting after me all day long. The tighter I keep him wound the greater my chances of getting what I want later. I smirk to myself, knowing he finds me irresistible. He’s told me so himself, but even without hearing the words, the lustful glint in his eyes speak volumes.

  I fold my arms across my chest. “You going to stay in bed all day?” I lick my lips and glance at his cock, waggling my eyebrows at him.

  He grumbles and slides out of bed, walking the few steps to the pile of clothes we left last night. “You’re evil you know that.” He slides his sweats on, the soft fabric doing nothing to restrain his erection.

  I grin big as he notices his problem. Grumbling again he tucks it behind the elastic of his pants. “We’re alone right?” He inclines his head towards the door.

  “You don’t want Josie to see the tip of your big cock?” I tease him.

  He narrows his eyes at me before slinking towards me. The sure sway of his hips forces me to swallow roughly. He nuzzles his nose along my cheek. “You’re the only one who gets to see my big cock, Alexa.”

  I moan seductively in his ear and scrape my nails down the back of his neck, turning the game back on him.

  He growls and wrenches away from me, walking towards the bathroom bitching about cold showers and blue balls.

  I’m still laughing as I head towards the kitchen for some coffee more out of habit than necessity; I slept better last night than any other night in my life.

  I stop short when I see Josie at the table, knee pulled up, head lowered toward her laptop.

  “Hey,” I chirp, trying to hide the surprise at seeing her here. “Not feeling well?” I inwardly hope we didn’t keep her up all night and she couldn’t work due to fatigue.

  “I feel fine.” She throws a questioning look my way.

  I shrug. “Just thought you’d be at work.” I make my way to the already full coffee pot and get a cup from the cabinet.

  “Oh! It’s a bad weather day! We didn’t use them all so we get today off.” I nod my head. Funny how I forget about those types of things now when I counted down the days to them in high school.

  “So,” she prods. “Garrett.”

  “Yeah,” I respond, looking back at her, unable to hide the grin on my face. “He’s in the shower.”

  “You guys make up?” She whispers.

  “He loves me,” I whisper back.

  Her gasp is the exact same response I had when the words fell from his lips.

  “Alexa!” She jumps up like a school girl, bouncing and clapping her hands before reaching out to me and hugging me tight.

  She settles down just in time for Garrett to join us. He doesn’t look
shocked by her presence so he must’ve heard our little party before making his way to the kitchen. I can’t help but look down to the front of his sweats, smiling at the faint outline of his soft cock.

  I hear him cough and he narrows his eyes at me when my gaze meets his, telling me to behave in mixed company. I shrug my shoulders as he shakes his head.

  “Coffee?” I point towards the full pot.

  “Please.” He mumbles and I turn around and reach over my head into the cabinet for another cup, smiling when I hear his sharp intake of breath knowing he is looking at the curve of my ass exposed from my tiny shorts.

  Before I can pour him a cup a sharp knock at the door draws all three of our attention.

  “Wonder who that could be?” Josie questions as she turns and heads to the door.

  Curiosity getting the better of me I follow behind her. Garrett trails behind as well.

  Josie stands on her tip toes and looks through the peep hole. She gasps and turns, leaning her back flat against the door. I can’t read the look on her face so I tug her away from the door and look for myself.

  I giggle now knowing why she reacted the way she did.

  I reach for the knob and Garrett grabs my hand preventing me from opening the door, uneasy after being unable to read Josie’s reaction. I wink at him and tug the door open.

  “Detective Perez,” I acknowledge him and pull the door open, the sight of Josie straightening her back and trying to hastily fix her hair catching my eye.

  “Alexa,” he nods my way. “Mr. Hale,” he holds his hand out to shake Garrett’s.

  “Garrett.” My lover corrects the golden skinned narcotics detective.

  “Sorry to bother you so early…” His gaze finally lands on Josie who was attempting to hide behind the door; his gloriously green eyes shine and his face softens at the sight of her.

  Josie is standing timidly to my right occasionally glancing towards Kaleb, the flush of her cheeks deepening by the second.

  “What can I do for you, detective,” I offer as a reprieve for Josie. I haven’t heard from anyone about the case since I completed the photo lineup right after getting out of the hospital.