Mistaken by Fate(12)

The pressure in her core built with each word coming out of his mouth. “Yes.”

“I’m going to let you come, just this once. But understand this, you don’t come again until it’s around my cock.”

She could barely string two words together, but she wasn’t out of her mind enough to let that go without a response. She couldn’t let his command stand. This was a one-time thing. It had to be. “And if I do?”

He actually growled. “If you do, Ridley, then I’m going to punish you.” He hissed out a breath. “Come for me, baby. Finger that tight pussy and come for me.”

At his command, her orgasm rolled through her, ripping a breathless shriek from her mouth. Her body spasmed and her world went dark and everything disappeared but the sound of Garrett finishing on his end of the phone.

She blinked, trying to relearn how to breathe, and it struck her that she wasn’t the only one affected. He seemed to be having some issues walking away this time, which wasn’t the best sign in the world. Nor was the fact that she hadn’t fought him all that hard before she was touching herself and moaning like she’d never get enough of this. Ridley moved her hand away from between her legs and forced herself not to clench her thighs together to ride out the last little feel good sensations.

Was he really planning on tracking her down to follow through on his promises?

Oh God, what did I just do? “Garrett—”

He cut in, “That was good, baby, but it barely scratched my itch. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six.”

Then he was gone, leaving her only the dial tone as company. Ridley clicked off the call with shaking hands. That had definitely been a mistake of epic proportions. She could try to avoid the man, but some things never changed. When Garrett set his mind on something, he was like a terrier with a bone. Worse, he fully expected her to be here, waiting for him like a good little pet now that he’d decided to give her a smidgen of attention.

Fat freaking chance.

…

“Ridley, what the hell are you doing?” Sara hurried over and grabbed the scissors out of her hand. “You look like you’re about to take a finger off. I’ve been calling your name for like five minutes.”

Ridley blinked. Holy crap, she’d been working on the blue for the last hour. She dropped her head into her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m distracted today.” Distracted with pleasure still humming through her body after that phone call with Garrett. Or maybe it was the orgasm before she left Serve that had her so out of sorts. Between the two sessions, she’d gotten more action than she’d seen in six months.

Orgasms that had come from Sara’s brother—the wrong brother.

If that thought wasn’t enough to depress her, the fact a part of her really wanted to meet him tonight certainly was. “I’m a mess.”

“Sounds like man problems.” Sara crossed her arms over her chest. “I take it your mysterious date that we’re not talking about didn’t go as well as you’d hoped?”

“You have no idea.” It was bad enough that Garrett had hijacked her initial seduction of Will, intentional or not, but now he seemed intent on being a damn dog in a manger. He didn’t want to keep her, but he obviously didn’t want her with anyone else, either. She finally registered the grin on Sara’s face. “What?”

“When were you going to tell me that you tried to seduce my freaking brother?”

She should have known Sara would find out. The woman was a bloodhound when it came to picking up scraps of information and putting them together into a whole picture. It was part of what made her such an asset as part of her uncle’s team of fixers. She collected favors the way some women collected jewelry, because one day that might make a difference in a client’s case. The sheer scope of it was baffling to Ridley, but Sara loved it.

“Well?”

That’s right. She’d asked a question. “I thought you might try to stop me.”

“I’ll admit, there was some eyebrow raising going on when I found out, but you are both grown adults, so I guess to each his own—no matter how traumatizing I find it.” She walked over and tugged on a scrap of blue fabric hanging off the mannequin. “So how’d it go?”

“You know Murphy’s Law?”

“Honey, I live by Murphy’s Law. Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.”

“Yeah, it went like that.” It was on the tip of her tongue to spill the whole sordid tale, but that meant admitting she’d lost her head over the same man who’d broken her heart years ago. Garrett. Not Will.