A Beautiful Lie (Playing with Fire #1)(74)

Garrett ran the palm of his hand down Parker's smooth thigh. He reached under her knee, pulling it up and hooking it over his hip as he slowly pulled out of her, only to thrust quickly right back in.

They groaned in unison, Garrett punctuating the feeling with a curse.

"Fuck, you feel so good,” Garrett whispered against her lips.

He wanted to go slow, to savor every bit of this moment with Parker. He wanted to take his time and show her with his body how much he’d always wanted this. But the anger and resentment from the day’s events bubbled up inside him and made him want to just f*ck it all away. The squeeze of Parker’s walls around him and her wetness coating him made it impossible for him to do anything else.

“Oh, God, don’t stop. Harder!" Parker told him.

Garrett almost came on the spot at her words. He dropped his other hand from her hip to brace himself against the table.

Parker pulled Garrett back to her mouth and pushed her hips up to meet every single one of his powerful thrusts into her. His hand wrapped around her knee and slid back down her thigh to grab her from behind, pulling her roughly against him each time he buried himself inside her.

Garrett's lips and tongue made a trail from Parker's mouth down the side of her neck as he continued to piston his hips against her.

Parker wanted every second of that moment to last, but she couldn't slow down her approaching orgasm if she tried. Each time Garrett's hips slammed into her, it pushed her closer and closer to the edge. The table banged against the wall with the force of their movements, causing another picture to come crashing down and the sound of shattering glass to fill the room.

They didn't care about the noise or the damage they were doing to the room. For once, Garrett and Parker were only concerned with the feel of each other's bodies and the raw pleasure that was coursing through them. They threw aside the angry words, the hurtful truths, and the disappointment and took what they wanted; what they had always wanted—needed―from each other. They f*cked their minds into silence as their bodies willingly complied.

Garrett's teeth grazed against the skin beneath her ear, pushing Parker closer to the brink. She wrapped both of her arms around his neck and both of her legs around his hips, locking her ankles behind him. Garrett held her tight against him as he pushed himself deep and stayed there, grinding his pelvis against her.

The orgasm exploded out of Parker as she cried out and rocked herself against Garrett.

"Oh, Garrett, yes!"

She clawed at his back and rode it out, pushing against him to try and prolong the feeling coursing through her.

Parker clenched tightly around Garrett as she came, and he followed right behind her. He thrust his hips rapidly, holding Parker's body as tightly as he could while he came deep inside her.

Garrett's body jerked against her with the force of his orgasm as he shouted incoherently, thrusting into her one last time.

The room was suddenly quiet. Their flushed, sweaty bodies molded together as they both tried to catch their breaths and come back to reality.

Garrett finally pulled his mouth away from Parker's neck, resting his forehead against hers.

Parker ran her hands up the back of Garrett's neck, sliding her fingers through his hair, and holding his head against hers.

She kept her legs locked around his naked hips and memorized the feel of him pulsing and twitching inside of her. She committed to memory the feel of his arms locked around her body and his chest pushed up against her breasts. She knew the guilt would come creeping back in soon, and she wanted to cherish every second.

Parker would never again fault Garrett for his actions when it came to her. After what just happened between them, and the words he’d spoken. she knew he’d been wrestling with his own demons where she was concerned. Parker knew she was being a hypocrite by not wanting him to retreat back into himself after this, but she knew it was inevitable. She understood him better than anyone, and she should have known right from the start what kind of a struggle it would be for him to admit anything he felt for her. In Garrett’s mind loyalty was one of the best qualities he possessed, and Parker would do anything to make sure he never felt like he’d compromised that. She would keep it light and hopefully absolve him from any feelings of blame he put on himself.

Parker turned her face away from Garrett, her forehead still pressed up against his, and glanced around at the disaster area of a room.

She shook her head and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Garrett asked.

"I am so not cleaning this shit up," Parker replied.





Chapter Sixteen



The smell of coffee wafted through the air and roused Parker from the best night of sleep she’d had in a long time. She burrowed deeper into her pillow, smiling at the ache she felt in muscles that hadn’t been used in a long time. She knew her back was bruised from being slammed into the wall and her thighs were tender from the hands that gripped and the body that moved between them. The soreness between her legs reminded her just how much she missed sharing that part of herself with someone.

How much she needed to share that part of herself with Garrett.

Parker never knew it could be like that. She’d dreamed of touching Garrett, of feeling his skin against hers, and wondered what it would be like to take him inside her. She never imagined her dream would pale in comparison to reality. Nothing prepared her for the reality of f*cking her best friend.