Trick - By Lori Garrett Page 0,46
but he wanted someone he knew would take care of things,” he adds. His back is stiff and straight, like he expects me to be disgusted by what he just told me.
“I think Mr. Daniels has excellent taste in people,” I say softly.
“Don’t, Harlow.” Gunner’s words are ringed with hard regret. “Don’t make excuses for me every time I fuck up. You have no idea how it breaks my goddamn heart to have you believe in me like that.”
“Why would it break your heart?” I ask, taking his hand.
He looks at me, his green eyes fierce on my face. “Because you make me believe I can live up to everything you expect. Everything you want. And I don’t know if I can do that.”
“You can.” I climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around him. “I know you can. I believe in you, Gunner. You can do anything.”
He crushes me to him, petting a hand over my hair with long, hard strokes. “I’ll never know how I got so damn lucky.”
“I’m the lucky one,” I whisper, and then his mouth finds mine and time evaporates into the most perfect bliss imaginable.
***
“I so wish we did have our own little island. I hate that I have to leave you,” I say, curling my hair in the mirror as Gunner scowls at me. “It will only be a few hours.”
“I don’t understand how you don’t even know where you’re going,” he mutters. “And why the hell can’t I drive you?”
“I told you. Jilly’s sister is arranging to get us all there and back together. There’s a ton of set up and limited parking, so we need to just travel together. And the client was trying to keep details quiet, because it’s a private party. So I don’t know the address. But I’m sure it’s one of the country clubs around here. There are, like, seven.”
He doesn’t even blink, and I feel like a rambling fool. I put on my makeup and ask, “Don’t you have to be at the bar?”
“Jared is happy to cover things,” he says. “I’m the boss, remember? I go there because not working makes me itchy. But I don’t have to be there.”
“Well, maybe you should go in tonight just to keep yourself busy. I’ll give you a call when I’m done, and we’ll get together. I got us some things the other day when you needed to run into the auto parts store.”
I point to the black and silver bag from the adult store. Gunner and I have been together for two glorious days. The only break was rehearsals, and Gunner sat in the parking lot, promising he’d wait till I was done. Only he never could and wound up stalking in and flashing a smile so sweet, even General Jilly relented and let us go early.
“What’s in there?” he asks, refusing to let his voice get excited, even though his eyes light up.
“Very fun things,” I promise vaguely. “Now come kiss me, because I have to go. But I expect to have a very, very good night with you later, Gunner Hunt.”
He walks over and wraps his arms around me. “I like your hair like that. You look even sexier than usual. Didn’t think that was possible. Come to bed with me.”
“I’ll muss my hair,” I whisper, already weakening. I check my phone and sigh. “Gunner. I only have a few minutes.”
He’s kissing my neck and bending me over the low dresser I set up to put my makeup on, whispering in my ear the whole time. “I’ll be quick. And I won’t mess your hair up. I promise.”
His hands are hard and sure, reaching under my clothes to assault my skin with their perfect, knee-jerkingly good pressure. He yanks the skirt of my dress up and my thong down, and the sound of his zipper makes my breath catch.
He rubs the tip against my backside in slow, soft circles until my knees actually knock together. One of his arms catches me around the waist, and he uses his thumb to run along my folds gently. Without a word, he fits himself right at the slick entrance and presses in, slow at first, then faster. His fingers bite into my hips and I grip the dresser. He pumps harder, and the dresser rocks, smashing into the wall.
“I need you to come,” he whispers into my ear and bites my neck gently. He presses one hand down my body, bunches my dress in his fist, and