Behind Closed Doors
Chapter Seven

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Raven writhed underneath his fingertips, purring and shivering as his fingers did glorious things to her body, while she unabashedly rode another wave of pleasure from him. A stroke here, a caress there, it was like he was playing her as he would play a finely tuned instrument. He loved watching her succumb to him and everything he did for her. The way she gave herself into his care without question or hesitation made his heart swell, because she knew that Garfield would take care of her every need. And he certainly tried to.

Her back arched and she gasped out surprised moan, followed by a plea for him to fuck her harder. Hearing that cry come from her innocent lips only made his control weaken. How in the world was he supposed to guard himself against her and everything she was? How was he supposed to please her like this and not get attached? It was all too much for him to handle, and he wasn't sure how long he could last against her before he gave up and let himself wholeheartedly fall with her, his soul be damned.

Hoping she didn't see the confusion and worry in his eyes, he pulled out of her and rolled her over on her stomach, propping her hips up pillows and blankets as quickly as he could. She shivered, a noise of surprise falling out of her mouth, but she seemed to catch his intention when he knelt between her knees. Her body looked beautiful like this, completely at his mercy as his fingers slid over her dripping core. That was his doing, his touch, his attention… all of this gorgeous reaction was because of what he did to her, and he felt a smug smile work its way onto his lips. This was all because of him.

Raven tensed as he entered her again, clearly unused to this position. Garfield managed to bite back a wanton moan, his eyes fluttering shut. She was heaven in any other position, but this? This was hell, and oh how he wanted to burn with her. Her body seemed to relax as he twisted his hips and rubbed against that invisible sweet spot inside her. Another cry fell from her lips and she instantly trusted him again, pushing back against him with another plea for him to take her.

Why did she have to be like this?

Carefully, he began to move inside her, pulsing with sure, even strokes, and waiting until her moans had reached another fevered pitch before he gave into her previous request and fucked her harder. He watched the way her muscles shook with the force of his thrusts, her head nearly hitting the headboard. His desire felt insatiable, as if she could simply come at any moment, and then be ready to fuck her again. He wanted endless night like this. Her cries like music to his ears. He wanted to fuck her into oblivion and wake up the next morning to make her breakfast, and then do it all again. On the kitchen table. In the living room. On the stairs. In her roommates' rooms. In the shower. In the bathroom. On the front porch for all the world to see.

In his own bed, watching her tangled up between his silk sheets as she stained them with her cum. Yes.

He pounded into her relentlessly, fucking her beyond reason, until the words coming out of her mouth were unintelligible and unlikely English. She was so close, and God… he wanted to join her at that peak. He wanted to feel her muscles tighten around him as she came, he wanted to feel himself let go and cry out her name as endearing words followed.

He wanted all of it.

He wanted to make love.

Grunting again, he felt Raven's body tighten around him, her voice practically shrieking into her mattress as her orgasm ripped through her. Garfield didn't relent, he continued pounding into her until his own body caved under the scent of her sweat, the sweet sound of her cries, and feeling of her core tightening around him, practically milking his response. Heaven and Hell converged around him, and Garfield gave himself into the pleasure. He slammed himself all the way to the hilt into her, and ungracefully collapsed over the porcelain expanse of her back, her name falling from his lips like a prayer.

How did she do this to him?

Minutes passed in slow, heavy silence before Raven looked at him over her shoulder, eyes fluttering as aftershocks rippled through her body, making her twitch beneath him. After a few more moments, she managed to find her voice with a dazed smile. "And where were you hiding that particular skill…?"

"I can promise you that isn't exactly the most dangerous skill in my arsenal, Raven." He smiled at her blushing face and kissed across her shoulders with reverence, removing his weight off her back as he pulled himself from the sanctuary of her body. With a gentle, teasing tug to her hair, he moved off of her and went to clean himself off, feeling her eyes follow the line of his bare back before lingering on his ass. Well, at least she enjoyed that she saw.

"Do you have another appointment?"

He looked over at her, eyebrows shooting up as he heard the soft note of longing in her voice. Could he be imagining that sound? Or did she really want him to stay? His heart skipped a few beats and he felt his stomach tighten with excitement. He felt ridiculous, like a schoolboy with his first crush all over again, but he couldn't help himself from feeling at least a little bit giddy.

"No, not for a few more hours at least." He smiled and pulled on his boxers, leaning back against his heels as he watched her crawl back under her now horribly wrinkled covers, searching for her clothes. "Did you want me to stay, Raven?"

"Mm…" She tugged on her panties and tanktop, trying to look nonchalant, but he could see the excitement in her eyes and the blush on her cheeks. "If you want to. I mean, if you have other things you want or need to do, I understand that also."

"No, I'll stay… I wouldn't mind keeping good company for a while."

"Oh… thank you."

Garfield felt his chest tighten as he looked at her. She was absolutely adorable. How in the world could he say no to her? He leaned forward to pick up the rest of his clothes off the ground, and his stare caught sight of a red business card resting on the edge of her nightstand.

He knew that shade of red, and those numbers which were to a personal cell phone…

"Jason was here?"

Raven looked up, eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise. She fidgeted under his stare and blushed, looking away. "Last week, when you were out of town. He filled in your appointments."

"Oh…" He stared at the business card and felt the question bubble out of his throat before he could stop it. "Did you sleep with him?"

Damnit. That was not a question he should have asked. It was none of his business what she did with any of her other appointments. If he couldn't make it, the agency filled someone in his slot. Keep clients happy, no matter what - that was the rule, that was always the rule, and he should have known that. But the thought of Jason having his paws on Raven, using his restraints and whips to make her come, made something inside Garfield growl and snarl like an animal. Raven was his client, and while he shouldn't have been territorial, he undoubtedly was.

Raven looked surprised for a moment, eyebrows knitting together. "Um… No. I don't see how it matters, but we talked books actually… and we made out for a total of three minutes before he was called away to another appointment." A blush crawled up her neck and she looked away, fidgeting with the folds in her comforter. "That's all…"

"Oh."

"Does it matter?"

Did it?

Something sour rose into Garfield's chest and he fought against it, trying to understand what it was or at least keep it from consuming his soul. Jason was well-read and educated in a wide variety of topics that he wasn't. Jason could easily carry on three-hour conversations about classic novels, and then immediately tie a client up and whip them into ecstasy. Both of these skills were not things that Garfield had in his own repertoire, and knowing that Jason could (and undoubtedly would) move into his territory without much resistance from Raven made him uneasy. More than that, it made him nervous. Jason could be ruthless when it came to finding clients, and if he was interested in Raven… well, it didn't exactly bode well for him.

"You look upset."

Garfield jerked, looking up into Raven's concerned face with a forced smile. "No, I was… just thinking."

Raven pulled her knees to her chest and watched him carefully. "About what?"

About the fact that I can't bear to think he might fall for you the same way I did?

"About… well… I'm not a very strong reader, and I really don't have much time to read anyway, but I saw this book on your shelf I'd like to read someday. We have time now, so..." He took a slow, careful breath and tried to keep his emotions in check as he looked into those, wide, beautiful eyes. "... would you read it to me?"

"Read to you?" Raven blushed and sat up against her pillows, adjusting them behind her back. "I… um… you want me to read to you?"

"Sure."

"Which one?"

With a low hum vibrating in the depths of his chest, he walked over to her extensive book collection and pulled out a worn paperback he had seen hidden in between Chaucer and Shakespeare, as if she was trying to bury it away from the world. "The Color of Magic."

Raven's eyes softened, and the corners of her mouth turned up into a soft smile. "Pratchett. I like that one, it's very funny. Definitely right up your alley."

"So I hear." He crawled into bed next to her, pulling the covers over his legs as he rested his head in her lap. He felt her hand tangle in his hair as it often did during the throes of sex, but this time her fingers felt gentle, not insistent and passionate. They were touching him as a form of affection and attention, and it felt heavenly. She leaned over him and kissed his temple before opening the book.

"In a distant and secondhand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waiver and part…"

Garfield smiled to himself. He could certainly get used to this.

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