Gavin (A Redemption Romance #3) (16 page)

Holding himself with one arm, he used a finger to trace my lips. “This mouth is mine, and only mine, it is the only soft, sweet mouth, I ever want to kiss.”

His eyes bore into me, as he moved his finger across my cheek, to my ear. “This ear is the only one I want to kiss, to lick, to tease, to bite, I want to whisper dirty things into it, I want it to hear me panting, to hear my heart. Your neck is the one I will nuzzle and caress, your hair is the only hair I will grab and fist and run my fingers through.”

Leaning in, he kissed the tip of my nose, my eyes and the top of my cheekbones. His lips lingered then he moved down, his chest, brushing over mine as he sucked my earlobe. “This body is the only body I crave. It’s the only body I’ve wanted, the only one I’ve touched since the moment I saw you again. Do you understand me?”

I stilled; breath, heart, everything. Was he serious? He hadn’t been with anyone? He, really? I couldn’t get my mind around it. I felt like an idiot, but a thankful one.

Nodding my head, I felt a tear trickle out of the side of my eye, Gavin saw it too and kissed it away. “It’s you, and me. Your jealousy infuriates me, but it shows me how much you care about me, it proves that this infatuation, this need I have for you is returned.”

“Yes,” I whispered, trembling with emotion and desire. I’d never been so aroused in my life, so heated and needy.

Gavin began to kiss down my neck, over my collarbone and down. Sitting up on his knees, he stared down at my naked body, his gaze was hungry. As vulnerable as I felt, I was safe with him, I always had been, if only I’d trusted him.

I took the opportunity to look at him too, in a way I never had before. He had three tattoos that I could see, one was an eagle, clutching a tattered American flag in its talons, one was a sunrise, or sunset, I couldn’t tell, hills in the foreground and an amazingly colored sky in the background. The last made me laugh out loud. It was a heart, with the word ‘Mom’ written in script. It was such a clichéd piece; I couldn’t stop laughing.

Gavin’s raised brow, and with a smirking mouth, told me that he got the humor in it. The other art on his chest and biceps were beautiful, the skill was amazing, but the heart, seemed out of place. I couldn’t hold it in.

My laughter abruptly stopped when my eyes caught sight of something entirely more interesting. I let my gaze travel down, over his chest and abs. His cock was standing tall and proud, so long and thick, the head tapped against his abdomen when he laughed. But what caught my attention was the silver ball and the wicked looking hoop. He was pierced – there. Holy shit, that must have really hurt. I’d felt it the other night, but I hadn’t gotten the opportunity to see it.

Curiosity taking over, I reached my hand out, allowing one finger to trace over the silver ball. He twitched, and I snatched my hand back, worried that it hurt. Snapping my eyes up to his, I studied his face, looking for any discomfort, but what I saw stole my breath. His eyes smoldered with need, for me.

“Can I, does it hurt?” I asked, feeling a bit shy, and excited all at the same time.

“Fuck, yes, touch it, it feels so good.”

Feeling bold, I reached out and circled the hoop with my hand. The cold metal, against his smooth, hot skin was a strange contradiction. It looked awesome, and I couldn’t wait to feel it felt inside again. I’d love to get it in my mouth too, having all that to play with would be awesome.

Gavin let me pump and fondle him for a few minutes, but lost patience after a while. Leaning down, he took one tight nipple into his mouth and sucked. His warm, rough tongue swirled around the turgid tip as his hands began to roam. I could feel his calloused fingers brush the sensitive skin between my legs.

With one finger, he flicked my clit over and over again until I was writing and whimpering on the bed below him. My arms encircled him and I begged him, for what, I wasn’t sure, but I pleaded loudly.

I needed him to fill me, to complete me, to make me whole, but he was intent on torturing me. Using two thick digits, he entered me, driving into me only twice before I came apart under him.

“My Sweet Dawn is ready for me.” He said, speaking into my neck, as I felt his fingers move away and something much larger and harder pressed against me.

I tensed for a brief moment, knowing that this would be the moment, everything in my life changed.

“Relax, Sweet Dawn, relax, let me make you feel good. Let me fill you and make you only mine, from here on.”

His free hand reached down and guided my leg up and around his waist. Following his lead, I did the same with the other. His throbbing cock pushed inside me slowly. He stretched me, groaning as he moved inside.

Dropping his forehead to mine, he stared into my tear filled eyes and stilled.

“What is it? Am I hurting you?”

Shaking my head, I sniffed and cried. “No, make me yours, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.”

“Oh, baby, my god, you are perfect. You’re mine and I’m yours, from here on. Okay? No matter what, this is it. This is us, you can’t hide from me ever again.” He kissed each of my closed eyelids and slid home.

My hands began to stroke up and down the parts of his back and arms that I could reach and his hips began to move forward. Thrusting slowly, I felt the walls of my pussy clenching, trying to pull him in. I wanted him as deep inside as he could get and I didn’t ever want him to leave. Those piercings were odd, but as soon as he was fully seated, I got it. They were all for me, they hit in the perfect, absolute best spots.

“Gavin,” I cried, tears flowing down from the corner of my eyes. “Oh, I need you, please.”

His speed increased, as he pounded deeper, faster and stronger, so hard, so good, I could hear his legs slapping loudly against the back of mine, the headboard pounded into the wall and the bed squeaked loudly.

His eyes never left mine, our gazes held firmly, never wavering. This time, it was fast, hot, and hard, but it was making love. It was fucking too and I loved it. Gavin was sweet, but he was bossy too, this joining was the perfect mix, perfectly him.

“I want to crawl inside you and stay forever,” he growled just before I fell over the edge again.

My cries of ecstasy filled the room, drowning out the sounds of slapping skin and heaving breaths. My nipples felt raw from brushing against his rippled chest. With his every movement, my pussy was stuffed full and my body was languid from the pleasure he gave me.

He followed me, groaning out my name, and before he collapsed on top of me, a bead of sweat dropped from his chest onto mine. I watched it fall and hit my skin. Somehow, it was sexy. Gavin blanketed my body, and I could feel his dick twitching inside me as we each caught our breath.

“I wish I could stay just like this.” He said, while stroking my wild hair.

Tensing under him, I looked over at the clock, then relaxed with a deep exhalation.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, seemingly very concerned.

“I lost track of the time, but I’m okay. I need to be at work at noon.” I explained, running my fingers up and down his spine. His body relaxed into my touch and rolled us to the side, moving his weight off me.

“I should get up and shower,” I told him, before starting to get up.

He pulled me back down and nuzzled my hair. “I’m not ready to let you go.”

My heart grew and warmed in that moment, a feeling of absolute completion flooded over me. “You’re pretty dirty too, I could wash your back,” I teased.

“Mmm, that sounds good.” Slipping from my body, I watched his semi-hard cock as he moved off the bed and walked naked into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and forced myself up from the bed to join him.

Gavin’s wet, soapy hands ran over my body and I returned the favor. I came twice more, thanks to his wicked fingers and tongue and he came once, splattering all over my belly and chest, which he seemed to love. He watched as I rubbed him into my skin. The sticky mess was hot as I pumped him, bringing him down from his release.

By the time I was finally ready for work, I hadn’t gotten any of the housework done that I’d planned, but our morning together was so much more productive.

“Dawn,” Gavin called as I walked away from him, toward my car.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll see you tonight.” His look was determined, no way would he let me hide from him again and I knew it.

“I won’t run again, I promise,” I said in answer.

His entire face softened, and before I’d made it to my car door, he caught up to me, grabbed me around the waist and lifted me into his arms. Holding me close, he kissed me.

Breaking away, he set me down, but held me close. Looking into my eyes, he promised; “if you do, I’ll find you and bring you right back. Maybe we should have happened a long time ago, I’m not sure, but we’re happening now.”

My wobbly smile was all the answer, he needed. He pecked my lips one last time and swatted my ass as he opened my car door and helped me inside.

Gavin

I felt fucking phenomenal. I couldn’t remember ever feeling better, happier, more hopeful, this feeling was fucking epic. I had the girl I’d always wanted, she’d finally given in and accepted me, had surrendered herself fully to me, and aside from this bullshit with my brother, life was just about perfect.

Dawn had told me about Zach contacting her and getting her to meet where he, Chelsea and I were having coffee. He must have known that she’d read the situation wrong and freak. The thing I couldn’t understand was why. Why would my older brother set out to purposely sabotage my relationship with Dawn?

I remembered back to him, taunting me about Dawn, seeing another guy, of course, that had ended up being Tyler, her best friend, my brother was a douche. I wanted to call and ream him, but I had to get to work. I was afraid that I’d be late already, so I’d have to save that lovely conversation for later.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Trent asked as I walked into the office, twenty minutes later.

Raising an eyebrow, I looked at him, having no idea what he meant.

“You look like you have a fucking leprechaun up your ass right now.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Totally baffled, I shook my head; Trent came up with some weird shit.

“Like rainbows are about to come shooting out of your ass.” He explained.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I sat down behind my desk and started my day. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take him long to start in.

“I’m guessing this has to do with the hot, sexy, Dawn.”

“Don’t talk about her like that;” I growled, though his comments were good natured and I knew, only meant to piss me off. He knew me better than anyone, and more than one drunken night over the years, I’d talked to him about Dawn.

“So, did you finally pin the little hell cat down or is she still hiding from you?”

“I found her.” I told him, without giving him any details to use against me.

“Yeah, I figured, you’ve been a total fucking prick for a week.”

“Pussy,” I razed, smiling down at the email I was reading.

“So, where was she?”

“Tyler’s,” I’d answer his questions, but I wasn’t giving him more than I had to. In another minute, I’d ask him about Amber, then he’d shut up.

Trent got a phone call, before he could bother me anymore, so I pulled my phone out to text Dawn. It had been over an hour since I’d seen her.

Gavin: Miss you already. How am I going to get through the day?

Dawn: No idea, I miss you too.

Gavin: How about you quit your job and you can just come to work with me every day?

Dawn: Funny

Gavin: I’m not sure I was kidding.

Dawn: You could quit, then come here and lay on the chaise lounge all day. I could feed you grapes.

Gavin: Would you force me to pleasure you when the store wasn’t busy?

Dawn: Maybe

Gavin: Isn’t that thing, pink?

Dawn: Yeah, why? You have something against pink things?

Gavin: I like your pink things.

Dawn: Ha ha

Gavin: I think Luke and Aurora have done dirty things on there. Be sure not to sit on it.

Dawn: Eww! Really?

Gavin: Yeah, if you sit there, put a blanket down first. I don’t want you sitting where Luke’s naked ass has been.

Gavin: Are you there?

Gavin: Don’t sit on that chair.

Dawn: Sorry, I was laughing too hard to text. Aurora is looking at me like I’m crazy.

Gavin: I think Trent is throwing things at me, but his aim sucks.

“Ouch, damn it!” I shouted, as I watched the box of staples fall to my desk in front of me.

Trent’s smug face was smiling at me; he’d finally nailed me.

Dawn: Be careful.

Gavin: He hit me with a box of staples.

Dawn: Want me to come kick his ass?

My grin was wide, as I told Trent that Dawn was going to come beat him up for me.

“So, your girlfriend has to fight your battles for you?”

“No, I just know you won’t hit her back and it would be funny as shit to watch her beat your ass.”

A few hours later, I got a call from my mom, asking me to come up to the house for dinner on Sunday. I told her I’d have to check with Dawn. She was ecstatic, my mom loved Dawn and thought that there was no better woman on earth for me. I asked if Zach would be there, but she wasn’t sure if he’d still be in town.

I had to talk to him before Sunday. I wouldn’t take Dawn into a situation like that without tying up the loose ends first.

Sending a text to Zach, I let him know that we needed to talk, but, of course, I got no response. Typical. I’d have to corner the snake.

It was late by the time I made it to Dawn’s house. Work had started slow, but quickly, got busy. Thankfully, I still had my key, so I wouldn’t have to wake her if she were already asleep. I walked in to find her pert, mostly naked ass sticking up in the air. She was bending over, her head inside the fridge. I quietly walked up behind her and cupped the rounded globes.

Dawn shrieked and jumped, spinning around with a wine bottle in her hand, holding it like a weapon.

“That’s good baby, but choke up on the neck, yeah, like this, you’ll get more momentum out of it.”

“Crazy, only you would teach me how to hit with a bottle aimed at your own head.”

Laughing, feeling lighter than I had in years, I took the bottle set it on the counter, then grabbed her around the waist and swung her up next to the wine, then fit myself between her thighs.

“Oh!” She gasped as I slammed the refrigerator door closed with my foot and crowded her back against the wall. Thankfully, I was tall enough to bend over the countertops, and totally invade her space. Her sweet scent filled the air, arousing me, making me feral.

“You look tasty in these little shorts.” I growled, just before tasting the curve between her neck and shoulder. A little nip, was exactly what I needed. Dawn’s entire body shook with just that little bite. She let out an involuntary moan as I pressed in and licked the area I’d just sampled.

“What are you wearing under these?” I asked, as my finger began to explore the inside of her thigh.

“Nothing,” she breathed, arching her head back, then she hissed as I found the damp spot. Over the shorts, I pressed my finger against her warm, wet folds, stroking and causing more dampness to spread on the cotton. Using my thumb and first finger, I bunched the fabric and used the seam to rub over her clit. Dawn squirmed, wiggling her hips and moaned as her breaths began coming faster.

Through the fabric of her tiny tank top, I latched onto a pert nipple and sucked - hard. I feasted on her as if I were starving, using tongue and teeth to abuse the puckered flesh through the material. Pulling back, I took in the damp fabric, the wetness from my mouth, making it opaque, I could see her pretty pink nipple clearly through the fabric. Looking down, I watched as my hand fisted the shorts, pushing the fabric into her soft flesh, her pink, engorged pussy lips were spread on either side of the fabric. The image was so damn hot.

After abusing her other nipple, I lowered my head. With the fabric still in place, I tongue fucked her tight hole at the same time, pressing the shorts more firmly into her clit. Unable to stand it, I pulled my pants apart and began to stroke my own cock, while licking Dawn’s delectable pussy. I was hungry for her, needy, fucking frantic, my body craved her in ways I’d never get over.

Keeping her clit covered, and tortured, I moved the fabric enough to get to all the rest of her. She was bare, pink, soft and dripping. Her aroused scent spurred me on, filling my mind with, all the dirty fantasies I’d ever had; most all of them over the years had starred her. The reality of her was so much better than I could have ever imagined.

With one hand furiously stroking my own cock, and one hand holding her shorts, my tongue explored every hole she had. Licking over her tight slit, then pressing in, down to her ass, I licked and reamed it. As soon as I’d touched it, she shot off, and her cum dripped in thick, creamy, white drops from her pussy, landing right on my tongue. She’d cum harder, better than anyone I’d ever seen, not that I could even remember that another woman existed right then.

Dawn’s moans and cries of pleasure were loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood, but I didn’t stop. It was my mission in life to wring as many orgasms from her as I could. I wanted to teach her everything she hadn’t known about, and overpower any memory of things she had.

Feeling my balls tighten up, I knew that my own release was imminent, and for that, I would be inside her. Standing up, I watched as her glazed eyes took in my hand, as I jacked myself, she became even more excited, which I hadn’t thought was possible. Her mouth was agape, and she licked her lips like she’d like to get her mouth on me.

“Another time, baby. Right now, I need to fill you.?”

Nodding enthusiastically, eyes still glazed over, she never took her stare from my dick as she welcomed me inside. I knew she liked my extra hardware, and that hungry look she had, proved it.

I was ecstatic, I wanted to be inside her bare again. I’d never, not once done that before Dawn. Since the first time, I wanted to feel my seed shoot inside her, I wanted to feel it, I wanted to fill her and see myself dripping out of her body. It was primitive, and I knew it, I wanted to mark her, to make her mine in some real way, and as strong as the instinct was, I knew I’d never felt anything like that for another woman, not even once. It was all Dawn, and if I were honest, it always had been.

Lining myself up, I loomed over her, taking her mouth in a drugging kiss, I felt the scrape of her cotton shorts as I shoved in around them. The sensation was strange, rough and soft, there was an extra dirty quality to it too, we were fully clothed, only exposing our most intimate parts, and if anyone could see, they’d only see our clothed, writhing bodies.

My borderline obsessive need for her overtook me, as I pounded into her willing flesh. She clawed at my shirt, and as she came again, I followed and felt the beauty of our joining. My cum spurted hot and thick into her, clinging to her insides, and as I continued to pump, some of the wetness squeezed out around me. Her cunt was so tight; she couldn’t hold all I had to give her. I’d filled her completely. I couldn’t stop, I’d never cum so long and so hard, it was primitive, raw and most real thing I’d ever experienced. At one point, I was sure I could fuck and fill her continually not stopping until I'd completely exhausted us both.

Something about Dawn made me feel like a conquering warrior, like I could slay her every dragon. The image was stupid, and not one I’d ever share with the headstrong woman, hell bent on keeping tight control on every aspect of her life.

As our bodies slumped together, sweaty and sated, I lifted my head just enough to stare into her beautiful eyes and saw her lazy grin of satisfaction.

“You like that, Sweet Dawn?”

“Mmmhm,” she moaned lazily, as if the effort it took to speak was just too much.

After finally leaving the counter to clean up, we decided to order pizza and laze on the couch together. The evening progressed perfectly into the night, and when it was time for bed, we lost ourselves in each other again.

I’d asked Dawn about Sunday dinner at mom’s and she agreed, though I could see the lingering reluctance on her face. She would leave work about five, so I let mom know that we’d be there by seven. I was worried about the situation with Zach, and assumed that was Dawn’s wariness as well, though when I asked, she brushed it off. I got the feeling that she was trying to save our family dynamics, and not cause a rift. Sadly, that gap was already there, and deep seeded too.

Of course, my brother never returned my calls or texts, and when I’d asked mom about him, she said that he hadn’t been around much. He was spending a lot of time getting ready for his next mission, so he’d been going to one of the local bases to get things done.

It all sounded odd to me, I hadn’t ever been as high ranking as Zach, but I didn’t remember the military working that way. I’d tried to question her further, but could tell that she was worried about him too, and I didn’t want to bring more on her shoulders. It was possible that he had more latitude than I’d ever been given, the Army worked differently than the Marine Corps too, but I had serious doubts that he could be away from his own base for an indeterminate amount of time and would be doing some kind of work remotely, doubtful.

My other concern was, that I found out that my cousin, Chelsea, would be in attendance for the upcoming family gathering. I knew that Dawn would love Chelsea, but with our recent history, was worried that meeting the woman she’d thought I’d been with, so soon, might throw her into a tailspin. One thing I knew for sure, I wouldn’t let her run again, no matter what, if I had to camp outside her house and beg her every day for the next fifty years, I’d do it, even if that made me a crazy ass stalker.

My heart had ached for days, not knowing where she was, or what was wrong with her. She’d promised not to do that again, but I knew it would be a while before I felt confident in her promise. I wasn’t quick to trust, or to commit, but when I did, it lasted. I had faith that our relationship would go the distance, I just needed to maneuver this mind-field carefully.