Chapter Fifteen
Lissa
Garret fell asleep in my arms, his head on my chest, as we faced one another. His soft, even breathing soothed my mind to quietness over my addiction to him, but it was a long time before I slept.
He woke me with his face between my thighs, l*****g me, and I came without penetration, my thighs grasping the sides of his head, my fingers tangled in his hair.
Same as the night before, he tended me, carrying me into the shower where I returned the favor while hot water shot against my sore a*s. The tile dug into my knees while I fought to swallow his length, and adding in the lingering sting of my p***y—I had a whole new outlook on the word addiction.
“That was the best birthday present ever,” he said, pulling me up off the shower floor and into his arms, the taste o
