This week, I’ll be sharing two scenes from Garren’s story, but both are a bit short. This will be about halfway through the story(at least by number of scenes). I’ve moved the previous scenes to a page, so you can get caught up at once if you haven’t read all of the beginning.
Garren tried to keep his arms around Ginny’s upper back while they danced. She had her arms over his shoulders and kept trailing her fingers along the back of his neck. Every time they trailed down, she pressed his arms down so his hands slid toward her lower back and the top of her snug jeans.
He could never get them as high as they’d been.
She pressed her hips against his, resting her head in the crook of his neck. It pulled a groan from deep in his throat, and he pressed her closer. “You’re killing me, Virginia,” he murmured, burying his face in her hair.
She smiled against his neck. “Can’t have that. I don’t want you to have to arrest me.”
The laugh burst from him. “Wouldn’t be able to if I was dead.” Ginny could always make him laugh more than anyone else.
The song ended, and he pulled back from her. He needed some distance, or he’d lose it. “Want another drink?” He could certainly use one.
He glanced over to their table and saw it was empty. “Looks like we’ve been deserted,” he said, slipping his arm around her waist as they headed toward the bar.
She looked that way and frowned at the empty table. “I rode here with Kyle. Can’t believe he just ditched me.” Then she turned back to him. “Guess you’ll have to take me home.”
He knew they would never make it to her father’s house. “Maybe we should skip that drink.”
She laughed and looped her arm through his. “One more drink won’t hurt either of us.”
Two more drinks and several pressed-too-close dances later, they were finally leaving the bar. She clung to him as they weaved their way through the parking lot. He had a nice buzz going, but it had been long enough since his last drink, and his steps weren’t that unsteady. He was safe to drive. His apartment wasn’t far anyway.
But as they approached his car, her hand slid down his hip and over to his thigh. Her mouth trailed over his shoulder and across his collarbone to his throat.
He let out a groan and turned her so her back was against the car. He nudged her legs apart with his knee and leaned into her. “Killing me,” he murmured against her ear before nipping at it.
Her back arched, and her leg pressed up between his. He would have sworn his eyes rolled back in his head. Her lips pressed against the center of his throat. Then, her teeth grazed the same spot.
He tightened his hands on her hips as she continued to kiss around his jaw then down his throat to his chest.
“Keep it up, and I’m going to have to arrest both of us for public indecency.”
He felt her smile against his skin then start to move back up him. “You going to handcuff me, officer?” She purred the words.
“Ginny,” he groaned.
Her hands were moving down his stomach though, right for his belt buckle. “You could do anything to me then. Taste me. Touch me however you want.”
Everyone thought Virginia Hunter was sweet, a good girl. She’d gotten good grades in school, had been every teacher’s favorite. Never got in trouble. He didn’t think very many ever saw her like this. She had her mouth next to his ear now. “Remember the way I screamed when you slid your tongue in-”
He only knew one way to shut her dirty mouth. He kissed her.
Garren rolled over and groaned. It felt like someone was taking a pick-ax to the inside of his skull. Why did he let himself drink like that? He should have switched to beer after the first whiskey. It didn’t seem to affect him as bad.
He pushed himself up to a sitting position then cradled his head in his hands. He didn’t drink like this every night. Hell, he didn’t even drink every night. But, he’d lost count of the number of times he’d woken up like this. He realized he was naked and groaned again. Ginny. Where was Ginny? He remembered bringing her back here to his apartment. Remembered them undressing each other. Then, it went blurry beyond that.
“You sleep like the dead, you know that?”
He jerked his head around, and instantly regretted it. The room spun around him, and he lowered his head back to his hands. “Here,” Ginny said, shoving a glass of water and some ibuprofen into his hands. “I know how you are when you wake. I had them ready for you.”
She’d been here most of the times he’d woken up with those other hangovers. “What happened last night? I know we got back here, but-” he finished the statement with a shrug. He caught the edge of her smirk as he lifted his head to swallow the pills.
“We got back here. You did that thing with your tongue again.” Her own tongue reached out to lick over her lips, and he could see the heat in her eyes. We had sex, and you passed out.”
He felt heat flush his cheeks. He couldn’t even remember that much. Why did he let himself drink so much? He felt the bed shift and lifted his head to look at Ginny. She smiled at him and brushed her fingers over his cheek. “It’s not a big deal, Garren. You just had a little too much to drink.” Her lips joined her fingers. “It’s not like you do it every night.”
That’s exactly what he’d been telling himself since he’d had his first drink on his birthday. But, he found it so hard to stop with just one. Or even two. That didn’t make him a drunk though, did it? He could stop. He didn’t drink himself into oblivion.
Although what else could he call what happened last night? He didn’t even remember it.
She leaned over and brushed her lips over his then. “Stop brewing over it,” she murmured.
His brows drew together, and she laughed as she pulled back. “I’ve known you a long time, Garren. I know how you are.” Then, she stepped away. “I have to go. I need to be into work in a couple hours. I don’t work tonight though if you want to get together again.”
He shook his head, instantly regretting the movement. “I have to work. The new assignment. Three of us on rotating twelve hour shifts.”
He saw a shadow pass through her eyes, then she was smiling again. “Well, another time then. Maybe you should try to get some more sleep before you go in.”
He nodded. “You’re probably right.” He pulled her closer and kissed her before letting her go. She smiled again then turned and left his apartment.
Garren dropped back onto the bed. He didn’t know if he’d get any more sleep, but he needed to do something to take his mind off everything. His first thought was to pour himself a drink. He pushed that thought away though. More alcohol was the last thing he needed right now. Maybe a trip out to the ranch would do the trick.
God, he could smell the whiskey on himself. He’d better get cleaned up before he went out there.