Covered, Part Three (5 page)

“Are you sure about this?” Gavin asked, holding my hand as we walked up the steps to Auntie G’s house. I wasn’t sure, I didn’t want to go back there but they just let me out of the hospital and I had to check on things.

I’d only been in there for two nights, but he hadn’t left my side. I was still sore, and my throat was hoarse and badly bruised, I was sporting one heck of a black bruise on my left temple, but otherwise I was okay.

Nothing permanent, the doctors assured me.

But Gavin wouldn’t take that as a good sign, he wouldn’t be happy until I was as good as new.

I hesitated as we got to the front door, seeing her body and Trent’s enraged face as I approached.

I didn’t know if I could ever think of this as home ever again. I wanted to, to honor her memory, but I didn’t think I’d ever be able to relax in here.

“Let’s just do this,” I said, took a deep breath and went inside.

Nothing much had changed, there was more evidence of police investigation, blue fingerprint powder and the tell tale boot marks across the carpet from all the people coming and going.

Still, the place felt changed to me. Something had been altered, the fabric of my reality had been torn in this house, and even though I was slowly stitching it back together, I could see the tear.

“Are you all right, love?” Gavin asked and pulled me towards him. I pressed my face against his chest and listened to his heart as if to prove he was here.

“I don’t know,” I replied, “I just don’t know anymore.”

“Come to my place,” he said, “We’ll get your things, pay Marta to keep watching the cats, and you come with me.”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “I feel like I’d be abandoning Auntie G.”

“I’m texting Marta,” he insisted, “and you should help me pack some things or I’ll end up bringing along ten pairs of pants and one shirt.”

I laughed, “Okay, I’ll get everything together and you see if Marta can continue to feed the beasties.”

Half an hour later, Marta was parked on my bed watching me order Gavin around.

“That pink sweater,” I said and pointed at my closet, ”And I think we might be finished.”

“You’ve got him so well trained,” Marta teased, “I’ll have to find out your secret. Although at my age, somebody like Gavin would probably give me a heart attack so I think I’ll stick with the cats.”

“Are you sure you want to move in here?” I asked her.

“My lease is up anyways,” she said, “the bookstore doesn’t bring in enough for me to pay a mortgage these days, so this will be nice.”

I sat down beside her and gave her a tight hug. She meant so much to me, and I never really let her know.

“Thank you for this,” I said, “you’re a life saver. Well, a cat saver.”

“Thank you,” Marta replied, “I’ve always wanted a herb garden.”

“Stay as long as you want,” Gavin told her, “I don’t want Sarai coming back here on her own. I have a feeling she’ll be bunking with me for a while.”

The way he said it, with that perfect crisp accent and his authoritative tone…it made me feel almost normal for a moment. I felt a little shiver race along my spine and I realized this was it.

I was moving in with Gavin.

“I’ll be back for some more things,” I said, “but I’ll give you plenty of notice so you can hide the bongs and get rid of the guys you’re sneaking in.”

She laughed and told me it would always be my house. I hugged her again and we left. As Gavin pulled away, his little sports car packed to the brim with my clothes, I felt lighter than I had in a long while.

***

It was funny, just like those days that you’ll never forget, life gives you long, lazy days that blend together, one after the other, until you wake up one morning and realize time has passed without your consideration.

That’s how it was living with Gavin. Everything fell into a pattern so easily with him that I didn’t notice how I slowly healed, physically and emotionally, and one day was able to laugh again.

And love again. It had been three weeks of Gavin’s careful touches and gentle words before I could open up to him again.

I hadn’t even planned it, it just happened. I’d been at work helping Marta take stock, and I was tired when I got home. Gavin had been meeting with his agent to rearrange his schedule. He was serious, he wasn’t going anywhere without me, and if Marta couldn’t give me the time off, he would cancel.

I was curled up on the sofa looking out over the lights of the harbour, thinking about how time seemed to have bled out since the traumatic events that had occurred. He came home, stunning and cheerful as usual, and it hit me just how lucky I was.

I don’t know what came over me, but I grabbed him the moment he set the Chinese take out on the counter and I kissed him.

I guess I should say I climbed him like a spider monkey on a tree would be a more apt description.

But I kissed him, and as our tongues lingered and slid along each other, and as my hands moved over the rippled landscape of his incredible body, I felt things slipping back into place.

Like that, life felt evenly balanced and normal again.

“Don’t you want to have dinner?” Gavin asked as I stepped back. “Aren’t you hungry, love?”

I looked him up and down and felt a surge of desire rise inside of me. “I am starving,” I grinned and pulled my tee shirt off over my head, “but I don’t want food.”

I extended my arm, held the shirt out and let it fall to the floor.

I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Gavin drew his breath in sharply, looked at me, and let his eyes fall to my breasts. “Are you sure about this? I can wait,” he told me. I could see the growing bulge in his jeans that told me he didn’t want to.

“I think making you wait would be cruel and unusual punishment,” I said and stepped towards him, “and I don’t want to punish anyone. I never did. I’m tired of it, even punishing myself for wanting this.” I grabbed the rock hard ridge in his pants to emphasize my point.

He exhaled slowly and said, “Miss Britton I have to warn you.”

“Warn me of what, Mister James?” I purred and slid my hand along that ridge.

“If I kiss you, I’m going to touch your breasts. And if I touch your breasts, I’m going to eat your pussy,” he said grabbing me and holding me against his body.

“Yes?” I said airily, belying my deep need for his touch. My panties were soaked through and through and I was waiting for him to continue.

“And if I eat your pussy,” he said close to my ear, his breath was hot and insistent, “I’m going to fuck you. And if I fuck you, I’ll never stop. You’ll have to put up with being thoroughly fucked every day for years and years to come.”

“Years and years,” I replied with a grin, “That’s it?”

“Decades even,” he said in a low, harsh voice and dipped his head to kiss my collarbone.

“I could handle decades, Mister James,” I sighed, “I could handle them just fine.”

“Could you?” he smiled up at me, “Excellent.”

He moved lower and cupped my breasts in his huge hands. He held them tenderly and began to suck on one of my nipples while rolling the other in his fingers.

I felt a jolt of electric sensation travel through my body and zap my clit. I groaned and arched against him, silently begging him to take me, fuck me, make me his again.

As if reading my thoughts, he suddenly lifted me up onto the counter next to the Chinese take out. I gasped and he pushed my thighs apart. He hiked my skirt up to my hips and tore my panties off.

I was getting better with the sexy underwear, but would have to remember to buy a few replacements if Gavin was in the panty tearing mood.

“Oh Miss Britton,” he growled, “How I’ve missed this.”

He bent lower and ran his tongue along my inner thigh. He quickly found my soaking wet cleft and parted my lips, sucking and licking as he went.

I moaned and had to brace myself so I wouldn’t fall back. He found my clit immediately, sliding his tongue back and forth in a continuous assault on my senses. I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed this until it was happening.

I hadn’t realized how much Gavin’s love would help me heal. With each pass of his tongue across my clit, I felt myself gaining strength. Jolts of pleasure rolled across my body and gathered in the back of my head until bright lights exploded and I could no longer contain myself.

I looked down at the most perfect man in the world, his face framed by my thighs and his tongue intent on getting me off and I came. I shuddered and rocked, he gripped my thighs with his hands and held me in place as I writhed on the countertop.

“Gavin,” I exhaled sharply. He looked up as my orgasm subsided, his eyes were glittering with triumph and desire, and I realized how much he’d needed this too.

Together we would get past anything, from Auntie G’s death to the public scandal regarding his birth.

Together we were stronger.

He didn’t hesitate, he kissed his way back up my body until our lips were hungrily locked and I had my legs wrapped around his hips.

Once the floodgates were open, our need took over and there was no stopping us. He picked me up and I clung to him as he walked us towards the bedroom. He set me gently onto the bed and stood above me, letting his gaze wander across my body.

A couple months ago I would have shrunk from his bold assessment. Now I knew he wanted me, curves and flaws and all. I wanted him in all his perfection, knowing that even though he projected confidence to the world, he and I had more in common than I ever would have suspected.

“I want you naked,” he said and yanked at my skirt. I lifted my ass and let him drag it off me. “There, much better. Now open yourself for me, Miss Britton. Touch yourself, let me see.”

I let out a small moan at the commanding tone, I loved it when he told me what to do, it satisfied some base need in me.

I watched him as I reached down and touched myself for him, ran my finger across my clit where his tongue had been only moments before. He let out a quiet growl and began to strip.

He pulled his shirt off over his head and I was filled with pride and lust, that perfect, rippled, bulging body was mine. The tattoos that had caused so much controversy between us moved as he twisted and tossed the shirt behind him. They were beautiful, and once again I was honored that he had shared his story with me.

Even though Jenny had taken that and tried to destroy us with it, the tattoos still held a deeply meaningful spot in my heart.

He turned back, grinned and unbuttoned his jeans. I realized I was holding my breath as I waited for the big moment, to see his massive cock again. God, how I’d missed that particular part of him.

“This is it Miss Britton,” he smiled, “Once I’m naked, there’s no turning back.”

“Would you please hurry it along, Mister James?” I laughed, “I’m getting lonely over here. I’ve done enough of this over the past few weeks to last a lifetime.” I languidly stroked my pussy for emphasis and smiled at his reaction. He stripped the pants off, followed by his boxer briefs, and let his monster spring free.

“I know how you feel,” he said as he climbed between my legs and dragged my arms up with him.

He positioned himself at my entrance, held my hands above my head and stared into my eyes, ready to thrust ahead and join us again as one.

“Wait,” I said breathlessly, “Do we need a condom? Has there been anyone…” I couldn’t even finish the question, fear of his answer nearly stopped my heart and pierced my ribs with anxiety.

“Anyone?” he asked, confused. He caught on and laughed, “Oh dear god, no. Miss Britton, I am afraid I am solely yours. There is nothing you can do about it at this point.”

“Good,” I smiled, “I just saw some things in the press.”

“Carefully arranged dates and events,” he said, calming my irrational desperation with each word, “my PR team didn’t think it was good for my brand if I was seen as a boring loser with a broken heart every time I went out.”

“But were you?”

“Oh yes,” he said, suddenly very serious, “I was nothing without you, Sarai. I was a pathetic, mewling mess. Even against my family’s wishes, I came back to you.”

“They know?” I asked, “About us?”

“Oh yes, no more secrets. I don’t care if they approve or not, I’m so in love with you that I made my choice and made it very clear where my loyalties lie.”

“Do they hate me?” I asked, “All of them?”

“They were terribly upset when they thought it was you, but once my investigator came up with information indicating otherwise, they were less upset. In fact, Madeline was thrilled. She really likes you.”

“Oh thank god,” I said and felt one more source of anxiety flee my body. “But you could have just asked me, you know.”

“I know Sarai,” he said with a dark look flitting across his beautiful features, “I was wrong. I was so wrong. Never underestimate the power of a proper British family and their ability to oppress their feelings and control their children.”

“I’m just thrilled that Madeline doesn’t hate me. The rest of it means nothing to me now, as long as I have you.” I smiled and kissed him.

“You’ll never get rid of me now. But since that’s been established, Miss Britton, might we get back to the sex?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

“Oh yes, Mister James, please continue,” I giggled. I was cut short as he plunged himself inside of me, my laughter quickly turning to gasps of surprised pleasure.

I’d truly forgotten how incredible it felt to have Gavin James inside of me. He stretched me wide, filled me up and completed me. My body on its own felt ungainly and awkward at times, my body joined to Gavin’s felt liquid, like sinewy energy. I felt elegant and primal, loved and needed.

I dug my fingernails into his back, wrapped my legs around him, and tried to pull him into me as deeply as he could get.

“Fuuuuck…love…” he rasped and plunged into me, harder and faster as we picked up a frenzied pace.

I pulled at him again, groaned as he suddenly slowed and pulled out, each inch of him in agonizing contact with my body.

I dug my fingernails in and tried to pull him back, tried to force him inside of me again. I panted and grew frustrated at his lack of cooperation.

I looked up and Gavin was watching me with a bemused expression. “Don’t try to take control, Miss Briton. It doesn’t suit you.”

And with that, I knew I was putty in his hands. He was right, he was in control of this aspect of our love, and I wanted it. I wanted him to order me to be his slut, I wanted him to demand my absolute compliance, and I wanted him to give me that freedom. The freedom to have wild, passionate, guilt-free sex.

After all, how could I say no to him?

“Yes, Mister James,” I said from under my thick lashes, “What would you have me do?”

“I want you to ask me for it. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you beg for my cock, Miss Briton.”

God it was so fucking hot, listening to him talk to me like that. I felt a heat creeping up my body and my cheeks flamed red from embarrassment and lust.

I knew what he wanted though, and I wasn’t about to turn him down. “I need you to fuck me, Gavin. I need to feel your thick cock inside of me, stretching me wide and filling me up. I want my pussy to be dripping with your cum.”

It was the dirtiest thing I think had ever left my lips, and it had the desired effect. Gavin’s eyes glazed with pure desire and he dove back inside of me, thrusting and fucking me harder than before.

He was making the most insanely hot little growling noises with each thrust forward. I felt wave after wave of bliss roll over me, dragging me under until I could barely breathe with the intensity of it.

“I’m coming,” I managed to gasp as the final tsunami hit and pulled me down. I heard myself moaning his name and breathing raggedly, felt my fingers dig into him and my pussy clench around him, milking him.

I was also exploding, lights and jolts were going off behind my closed eyelids.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, “I want to see your beautiful eyes when I fill your pussy.”

My eyes snapped open and our gaze locked. I felt his body stiffen up and his hot seed pulsed from his throbbing cock. I felt our bodies collide one last time, frozen for a moment, hanging still in time, until we crashed back down together.

He rolled immediately and dragged me on top of him, his cock still hard and still inside of me. Our ragged panting was in time with one another and my sweat dropped down on him and stung my eyes as I let go and fell onto his body.

He stroked my hair as our hearts beat a million times a minute. I felt his cock slowly pull out, and I felt my inner thighs slick with our mutual lust. I felt it all, and more importantly, I felt whole again.

I didn’t know how long it would last, but I felt complete. I felt like Sarai again, and it was perfect.

This was perfect.