Fast Connection Extra Scene
Authors’ note: As a thank you to fans, we wanted to give you something special. So we hope you enjoy Dominic and Luke’s visit to see Garrett and Kai.
I woke up unable to breathe. My throat constricted like someone was choking me, my lungs screamed, and my heart was galloping like a racehorse.
For a split second, I thought I was going to die.
Then I remembered that I
going to die, but I
going to have strangers arriving today to stay for a couple of days.
I debated whether death was preferable to house guests while I kicked the sheets off of my sweaty body and gasped for breath.
The bed moved as Garrett came awake. Deep brown eyes blinked at me sleepily as I inhaled oxygen. He must have recognized the signs of a classic Kai Bannon panic attack, because all at once, he was alert. Gripping my arms, he hauled me upright like I was a rag doll, rubbing my back as he held my hand. “Breathe with me. In and out. In and out.” With his chest pressed to mine, I focused on nothing but the beat of his heart, the rhythm of his breaths, and his soothing voice.
Pre-Garrett, I never wanted anyone touching me when I went into meltdown mode. But now, he was the only thing that could calm a panic attack in under two minutes.
When I lightly touched his shoulder and mumbled. “I’m okay,” he drew back and snatched his phone off the table. “I’m calling them to cancel.”
This had been what I was trying to avoid. “No! Don’t you dare call them.”
I reached out to swat the phone out of his hand, but the tall bastard held it up in the air, lips thinned. “That’s why you’re having a panic attack. Don’t tell me it’s not.”
“I’m not going to lie and say it’s not, but that doesn’t mean you need to cancel!” I tried to climb him, reaching for the phone like a monkey. I grunted in frustration, because there was no way I was getting my hands on it. “Ugh, I hate you, damn giant.
“It’s not worth it to have Costigan and his man visit if it’s going to send you to urgent care or some shit.”
“I’m not going to urgent care. It was a panic attack, not a stroke.”
“What if it turns into a stroke?!”
I stared at him like he’d lost his mind.
He slumped a little. “Okay whatever, but you’ve been doing awesome, and I hate to see you like this.”
His hand holding the phone had fallen onto the bed, so I plucked it from his fingers and placed it on the nightstand. Grabbing his face, I pressed a kiss to his lips. “If I thought I couldn’t handle this, I’d tell you.” Despite my previous debate over death vs. strangers, I was looking forward to meeting Costigan in person. So far, I’d only seen him and his boyfriend, Luke, via Skype. “Everything always seems worse at night and in the morning. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because that’s when I feel safest so that’s when my brain decides to fuck with me. I need to eat, and drink coffee, and play some video games, and then I’ll be ready when they arrive, okay? I promise.”
He didn’t look fully convinced, but he wrapped his arms around me and touched his forehead to mine. Secure in Garrett’s embrace was my favorite place to be, and my heart beat finally returned to normal as we sat in silence. The only visitors we’d had so far at our house in Peoria was Garrett’s family. I was proud of our place, too. We’d made it ours, from my office to Garrett’s in-home basement gym.
His hand slipped up my back to tangle in my hair, then he tugged so I met his gaze. “Promise to tell me if it becomes too much.’
He nodded, satisfied with my answer, then his lips tilted up into a sexy smirk. His hips rolled and his hands drifted down to cup my ass. “I know how to relax you.”
I pretended to look bored. “I’m totally relaxed now.”
He shook his head as he flipped me onto my stomach on the bed, straddling the back of my thighs. We were both naked, his hard cock nudging my crease. He gripped my hair and turned my head as I relished the feel of his heavy body pinning me down. His teeth nipped my earlobe, my neck, my shoulder, as he leaned his weight over me.
“You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?” he growled.
A shiver ran down my spine. “Yes, Garrett. Please.”
His hands gripped my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. I moaned as he blew over my hole. We’d just fucked last night, so I was a little tender, but I was always down for getting screwed into the mattress by my boyfriend.
He spit and I flinched slightly, then relaxed as he massaged the wetness into my hole. My head cleared and all I focused on was how Garrett was making me feel. The weight of him, the raspiness of his morning voice, the way he knew just how to light me up from inside. When I felt the tip of his lubed cock press against me, I arched my back.
He slapped my ass. “Knew you wanted it. Fuck, you’re gagging for it.”
“Please,” I whined, because yes, this was what I wanted. Sex didn’t solve anxiety but it sure as fuck took my mind off it.
He thrust in hard, forcing the air from my lungs and a burn to race up my spine, but I fucking
He pounded me hard, knowing I didn’t want gentle. We’d go slow and happy and romantic some other time. Right now, I needed to feel him, letting me know that everything was going to be okay, that I could get through this, that he knew how to take care of me.
That I knew how to take care of myself.
He reached beneath me, stroking me to the rhythm of his thrusts. My orgasm hit like a runaway train, spreading out to my limbs, the tips of my fingers and toes. He fucked me through it, and after another minute, his hips stuttered as he came on a low groan.
He fell into the bed beside me, his fingers still tangled in my air. My entire body was a big bowl of Jell-O and I wasn’t sure I would be able to move for… several hours. Days even.
Garrett grinned at me, his hair—two weeks past haircut—sticking out at all angles. He brushed the back of his knuckles over my lips. “Ready for houseguests now?”
I closed my eyes and snuggled into my pillow. Our bed was seriously the best thing ever, and I’d spent a good amount of time testing every one out at the furniture store. “I don’t care if your entire Army unit showed up right now.”
“That’s my boy,” he said. The mattress shifted under me. “I’ll be back with coffee and breakfast.”
I nodded. “Sounds good.” As his footsteps sounded down the hall, I called out. “Love you!”
“Love you too!”
I smiled. I could
"Do I look like a douchebag if I wear this?"
"Yes," Luke said without even looking at me. His lips quirked at the side. "You can't help it. It's your nature."
"Dude, this isn't funny." I frowned at my reflection. My jeans were tight and my graphic T-shirt was even tighter. If someone tried hard enough, they could count the cuts in my abs and chest through the fabric. "See, this was normal in Staten Island, but…"
"Because all the other juiceheads on the island are trying to show off for each other."
I nodded, frowning deeper. "This is literally all I own. This and those bunker pants from last Halloween. Or sweatpants."
Luke finally pushed himself out of the uncomfortable armchair in our hotel room. He snagged the front of my T-shirt and tugged me forward. "You're cute when you're nervous."
"I wanna make a good impression."
Luke's brow arched. "For what? This isn't a swinger party, kid. You're not trying to fuck him. You're trying to get through this goddamn visit."
At that, I had to laugh. "Babe, my policy on socializing is a lot different than yours. I don't just wanna
it and run back to our cave."
"Then keep agonizing." Luke smacked my ass, squeezed it, and then headed for the door. "We're late so you're not changing."
"Shit." I plucked at my T-shirt a couple more times before following him. I was halfway through the doorframe when I froze. "Wait, let me tell him we're coming."
"They're the ones that told us what time to show up."
"Yeah, but Kai may need to prepare. I want to give them a warning."
"Warn them about your shirt while you're at it."
"That's not funny. I'm freaking out and you're Captain Jokes-A-Lot all of a sudden."
Luke paused in front of the door, arms crossed, as he gave me a serious stare. "What's going on?"
"Don't give me that." Luke grabbed my chin. "Everyone likes you. In fact, so many people like you that it makes me want to lock you in a room with me forever so they'll stop staring you down. So, why the insecurity?"
"Well…" Damn, as usual, he'd sniffed me out. "I wasn't always the greatest to Garrett, okay? When we were on the FOB, and I first started realizing I liked guys for more than just a fantasy or a bro-job, I was a dick about it."
Understanding dawned on Luke's face. And surprise. "You never told me that."
"It wasn't exactly a shining moment," I grumbled. "I'm worried he told Kai about how I acted, and now maybe he'll think I'm a dick. Or he'll expect some asshole dude-bro who will make him uncomfortable. He's a nervous guy, you know? Anxiety is a monster for him."
The surprise softened into a half-smile that Luke only showed when we were alone. "I'm sure they'd be touched at your paranoia. But the kid would have already uninvited us if he thought you were a dickhead."
It was true, but I kept frowning at him worriedly, until his smile widened. He pulled me closer and drew me into a kiss, which upgraded to a full-on make out in three seconds flat. Making out made us sound like thirsty teenagers, but we were definitely still in the can't-get-enough-of-each-other stage of our relationship. The kiss deepened when he slid his fingers into my hair and then he was backing me into the room again.
Luke spun me around and pushed me facedown onto the bed. I landed with an
and managed to get my phone out of my pocket before he started trying to get down my pants.
"You horny bastard. I have to text Garrett!"
"So text him. You have plenty of time."
My fingers barely grazed the screen of my phone as Luke shoved one hand beneath me to undo my jeans. When his fingers grazed the growing hardness trapped there, heat exploded in me.
“Stop,” I said breathlessly. “C’mon, I gotta do this.”
Luke slid the zipper down and tugged my jeans down over my ass. He gave one red cotton covered cheek a firm smack. A zing of lust soared through me to join the growing need to be touched. I moaned, and he smacked my other ass cheek. I could practically hear his filthy smile.
“So do it,” he rumbled.
My thumbs swept over the phone but with Luke running his tongue along the skin he’d just smacked, and then lightly biting, I was so blind with lust that the message was gibberish.
Dominic: wer on way k
Garrett: …. I see.
“Shit, I sound like an idiot in this message,” I said, breathing hard. “They’re gonna regret inviting my dumb Staten Island ass—”
Luke clamped his hands on my shoulders and jerked me up and back against his hard chest. His fingers wound in my hair and gave a stinging tug.
“Shut up or I’ll ride this Staten Island ass so hard that you won’t be able to walk into their front door.”
I shuddered and leaned against him. “Luke, we’re gonna be la—”
He forced my face to the side and pressed our lips together before I could say anything more. Rough stubble against my cheek and a hot wet tongue in my mouth was all it took for me to melt against him, arching my back against his chest as he slid one hand around my hip and down into the open fly of my jeans.
I moaned into his mouth as he massaged my throbbing erection, and I was more likely to hoof it back to the East Coast in my Jordans than tell him to stop once he was pumping my dick while sucking on my lower lip. Once his grip tightened and his fist starting flying faster, I ripped my mouth away to groan against his face.
“That’s right,” Luke said. “Let me hear that mouth of yours.”
“Oh fuck.” I wound my arm back to dig my fingers into his salt-and-pepper hair. “Just like that.”
“Just like what, baby?” he murmured in my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
I thrust into the tunnel of his hand, mind quickly turning to mush the faster I approached an orgasm. “I wanna come. It’s been hours.”
Luke chuckled and ground his own denim covered bulge against my ass. “I love it when you’re needy.”
“And I fuckin’ love it when you’re—