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The dress gave nothing away while showing every-fucking-thing, every curve, line, swell, and angle, all the goodness that was Cher, subdued yet highlighted to extremes.
And he’d seen the back. The front was high, but the back dipped low to her bra strap.
So the dress had to be tight to hold her all in, especially her breasts.
Tight in good ways.
Her makeup was more than what she usually wore to the bar, deeper in a sexy way that would make her seem mysterious if he didn’t know her and just clapped eyes on her.
Her hair wasn’t the same as how she did it to go to work either, but he couldn’t put his finger on how. It was down as usual. It was full as usual. But it looked like she’d done more with it.
Big gold earrings, lots of bangles on her wrists, a huge-ass ring on her middle right finger, her feet in sandals with a shit-ton of straps so thin, he had no idea how she could walk without them snapping. They were green but covered in tiny rhinestones that didn’t sparkle, they just embellished, so they looked class not trash. The heel was tall and lethal, Garrett never meeting a woman who could go as high as Cher did and make it look like she was in flip-flops. But those she had on now were even higher.
He made the instant decision they’d stay on later when he fucked her.
Christ.
“Merry?”
He looked from her shoes to her face.
“You look phenomenal, baby.”
Her body jolted so badly, that shit was visible, her head going with it, her hair swaying with the movement.
Then she seemed stuck, frozen, staring at him like she’d never seen him or any breathing male in her life.
When she stayed like that, it was his turn to call, “Cher?”
She seemed to force herself out of her stupor, and the instant she did, she was on the move.
Snatching up some wrap from her chair, she marched woodenly to the door, a
She was out the door before he could say a word, and when he made it to that space, he saw her standing on the stoop, holding her storm door open for him, looking like she was fighting against tapping her toe.
He moved out, closing the front door behind him, and she charged in, shoving up against him to get in the space, key up to lock it.
Fuck, she also smelled good.
Real good.
“Cher,” he said quietly.
“Let’s go,” she demanded, turning, skirting him, and hauling her ass down the walk before he could grab her hand, seeing as he had to use it to catch the storm door she’d moved out of because it was about to knock him off the stoop.
She made it to his truck well before him and Garrett decided to wait to unlock it until he was close.
He wasn’t real big on how she stared at the door, not looking to him, as he stopped at her.
He hit the locks and she immediately went for the door.
His hand shot out to cover hers.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
Her gaze didn’t leave his hand.
“Everything okay, Cher?” he repeated.
She looked up at him. “It’s cold. You go
It was cold and he had a dick, so it was utterly impossible not to let his eyes fall to her tits to see that evidence straining her dress.
Fuck.
“Garrett,” she prompted testily.
His hand over hers, he jerked open the door.
She pulled her hand away and climbed up.
After he closed the door on her, he drew in a heavy breath, rounded the hood, and angled in beside her, not a big fan of how this date was starting.
He’d clearly done something to piss her off. He had no clue what it was, but he reckoned she’d make it up if it didn’t exist.
This told him the walls were going back up.
And this didn’t make him happy.
More, he couldn’t do the work he needed to do to knock them back down in a fancy-ass restaurant where he was go
He started the truck and was just edging it from the curb, about to make the effort to clear the air on a drive that was not long but also wasn’t short, in order that he might be able to salvage di
She got there before him.
“Okay, I’m just go
Garrett concentrated on guiding his truck down her street.
He thinks you’re go
When he didn’t reply immediately, she kept babbling.
“I typed it in, but I figure I don’t get any points for that. When you came over, I thought I’d fucked up and sent it myself. I was go
My attention got diverted.
He stopped at the stop sign at the end of her street, flicking on his blinker.
But even though the way was clear, he didn’t turn.
“Garrett?” she called.
My ten-year-old kid had to have the balls for me.
“Merry,” she whispered, the brusque out of her tone. She sounded scared.
At that sound, he shoved the truck in park and was just able to get that done before he burst out laughing.
He turned to her while doing it, hit the button on her seatbelt, and heard through his laughter her low, surprised cry as it zipped back right before she let out another one when he hauled her ass in his lap.
He managed to fight back the laughter just enough to lay one on her. He made it deep, he made it wet, and because she tasted good and she’d wound her arms tight around his shoulders, pressing her tits deep, he made it long.
When he finally released her mouth, he moved away only an inch and asked, “Is it too soon for me to put aside money for your kid’s college education in order to thank him for helpin’ me drag his mother’s head outta her ass?”
He watched through the shadows as her face, soft from his kiss, screwed up with irritation.
He liked the soft.
But Cher irritated was cute and he liked that too.
“Yes,” she snapped.
“Then I’ll just have to give him a handshake and slip him a hundred dollar bill next time I see him.”
“He got into trouble for that, Merry. You ca
“Then when he suddenly has the cake to buy a couple new video games, just sayin’ now, he didn’t get it from me.”
“This isn’t fu
“Cherie, sweetheart, your time was up. I was givin’ you a week. It was Wednesday. It was a week. I’m pleased as fuck you apologized, you meant to send it or you didn’t. But it wouldn’t matter. You’d be in that fucking amazing dress in my truck on the way to di
Her brow furrowed. “You were givin’ me a week?”
“You told me, you got somethin’ worth fightin’ for, you fight for it. You don’t sit on your ass and wait for it to come to you.”