Iris

The rest of the week flew by. The Moms, as I took to calling them, did their best to stay out of our way, but I was telling the truth when I told Garrett I loved spending time with them. At least, I could say I was honest about one thing.

Whenever we slipped away, we spent our time hiking and talking about anything and everything. Serious topics like religion and raising children to less serious topics like whether we preferred Marvel or DC. That had grown surprisingly heated and ended with my pants around my ankles and Garrett's tongue between my legs.

It might have gone further if we both weren't afraid of getting frostbite. Melissa smirked when she saw us return from that hike, taking me to the side to tell me to zip my fly and make sure I put something on my back for the bark burn.

I worried I'd be too shy to try anything in the house with so many ears within hearing, but Garrett brought out something inside of me I hadn't known existed. Lying beside him in the darkness without touching him had proven too much to bear, and by the end of the week, I winced when I walked, knowing full well if the opportunity presented itself, I would climb him like a tree regardless of my current discomfort. Everything else faded away whenever he touched me.

Before either of us was ready, we found ourselves parked in front of my apartment building. A simple kiss goodbye deepened to something more, and I shrieked when he pulled me into the backseat.

"Garrett," I panted as he dragged my hips over his erection while his lips skimmed over my cleavage. "There are literally people walking by the car. This isn't the middle of nowhere like before."

"And somehow that's even fucking hotter," he told me, shoving his hand into my pants and zeroing in on the spot that made me see stars every single time. "I tinted the windows as dark as they can go. No one can see in."

I shrieked and braced my hands on the leather seats on either side of his head. Through the back windshield, the only window not tinted, my eyes locked on a man sitting in a delivery truck, and from his smirking expression, he knew exactly what he was witnessing.

"So-s-someone," I stuttered, heart racing as the pleasure mounted. "Is watching."

Garrett tensed for a second, his eyes sweeping over me, and when he realized there was nothing exposed for the man to see, his green eyes darkened to jade. Shoving his hand in further, he pushed three fingers inside me and pressed his thumb on my clit.

"What is he doing?" He asked, working into me and kneading my ass with his free hand.

"I think..." Good god, it was hard to tell. I could barely focus on anything but what Garrett was doing to me. But...I gasped. "I think he's jacking off."

"Mm-hmm, I bet he is," he whispered. "Who wouldn't if they saw you like this? Wild and riding my hand. He's wishing it was his dick you were riding, you know that, right?"

I nodded. My legs cramped in this position, but I needed more. I rocked against him, wishing desperately that his dick was inside of me. The first thing I was going to do today was call my doctor and get put on birth control, and the next time we did something crazy like this, it wouldn't matter that we didn't have a condom.

"But this pussy..." Garrett's voice sounded strained. "Belongs to me, doesn't it, Ivy? Only me."

"Only you," I agreed, reaching between us and unbuckling his pants. His cock sprang free and filled my hand.

"For fuck's sake," he hissed, his head thudding against the back of the seat as my hand took on the same rhythm as my hips.

"He's shaking his truck," I told Garrett, still watching the voyeur across from me. Or was I the voyeur now? The man's arm was obviously flexing as he moved his fist up and down his cock. "He's about to come."

"So am I," he said, increasing his efforts between my legs.

The first spurt of cum covered my hand seconds before my climax hit. My legs gave out, and I fell against his chest, gulping air as the tremors receded.

"Holy shit, woman," Garrett said, pushing my hair out of my face once we recovered. He laughed as he took in the mess we'd made. "The things you make me want to do."

"I could say the same." I blushed. "I've never...the things I've done with you. So many firsts."

He smiled, kissed me, and said, "I think I love you, Ivy Wilson. That's a first for me."

"Y-you love me?"

I wanted to shout at him that I loved him too, but I was too hung up on the name he said. Ivy Wilson. Ivy. Not Iris.

"I do. And you don't have to say it back. I know it's soon, but I couldn't not say it. In fact, I think you should go inside, grab a few of your things, and come stay at my place. I can keep showing you how much I love you."

Heart heavy, I kissed him and shook my head. "As much as I want to do that, I have some things I need to do. Relieve Minh from Sushi duty."

"Oh." He couldn't hide his disappointment, and I felt like a complete bitch as I slid off his lap and buttoned my pants. "Sure, I understand."

"We'll see each other tomorrow? At work?"

"Sure. I'll help you get your stuff."

Ten minutes later, I stood outside my apartment, fiddling with the keys and wondering if I had just made an epic mistake. He hadn't even offered to help carry my suitcases up, something that was completely out of character for Garrett, but as hurt as he was now, it was nothing to compared to how much he was going to hurt when I came clean. And I was going to come clean. Tomorrow.

"Shit," I muttered, sliding my key in the door and frowning to discover it was already unlocked.

Before I could pull the key free and call for help, the door yanked open. I shrieked, jumping back and falling over the suitcases on the floor.

"Well, it's good to see you never change."

"Ivy. What are you doing back so early?"