Resolution: G-String (Resolution Pact)

by Olivia Hawthorne

  I almost jerked my hand away because of the intensity of our contact.

  What was it about him that caused me to feel like I was falling every time we touched?

  “Hey, there’s this party tonight,” he said and locked those tiger eyes on mine, making me shiver with excitement. “What are you doing?”

  “Um, just stuff,” I stammered and tried to calm down a little at his unexpected invitation. “Things.”

  “Things and stuff?” he chuckled. “Care to put them off and join me?”

  “What’s it for?” I asked, but I knew already that I would go. We weren’t due to have another lesson for a few days and I would already miss him in my life.

  I didn’t want to be another clingy idiot though, yet another horny woman chasing the dream of a single night with him.

  I wanted him, but I wanted more from him.

  I didn’t exactly know what, but I needed him to look at me as more than a fling or a desperate fan.

  “It’s some magazine publishing thing,” he replied and grinned. “It’s a thing, you like things.”

  “That I do. I do like things,” I said and couldn’t help it, my eyes dropped to his lap for the briefest of moments. When I looked back up he had a knowing smirk on his face.

  I could have died and run away from him at that moment, but I couldn’t. I wanted to spend time with him. I licked my lips and said, “Okay, I’ll go.”

  “Perfect. I’ll pick you up at nine. I’ll need your address and digits though,” he said, handing me his phone with a crooked smile.

  My fingers were almost shaking when I punched in my contact information. Me, my name and details were now living inside Gavin Pierce’s phone.

  I couldn’t wait to tell the girls in chat.

  And I couldn’t wait to see him outside of our lesson.

  I was almost late getting ready as I talked to my sorority sisters in our group chat.

  They were all doing their own resolutions, but had pretty much all freaked out over the fact that I was going on a date with Gavin Pierce.

  At least that’s what they called it, a date. I still wasn’t sure if that’s what it was.

  I applied the last bit of mascara onto my long lashes and dabbed my lipstick on a tissue when my door buzzer went off.

  I was wearing a little black dress that exposed a little too much skin for my liking, but I’d purchased it during a shopping spree with Stacy and a couple girls from my sorority.

  They’d insisted it was sexy as hell, and I’d never had a chance to wear it before. I was a jeans and shirt kind of girl normally, so this was beyond my comfort zone.

  I brushed my long hair out of my eyes and I slipped on ridiculously high heeled black leather boots to finish out the look.

  I was almost breathless by the time I opened my door and Gavin stepped inside. He felt too big for my space, he towered over me even as he leaned against the door jamb. He was at least a foot taller, something I didn’t pay much attention to during our lessons when we were both sitting down.

  But here his presence was massive.

  He looked around, taking in the surroundings, and said, “This is cute.”

  “It’s not mine,” I said. “I’m just here for my post doc research.”

  “That’s right, so if I wanted to get a glimpse into how your mind works I’d have to see where you actually live,” he replied with a grin.

  “It’s nothing special,” I replied. “I’m not exactly the fancy furniture type.”

  “Neither am I, I owe all my taste to my designer,” he laughed. “We should get going though if we want to make it in time for cocktails before the boring speeches.”

  I hooked my hand on his arm and he whisked me downstairs to the waiting car. Well, as much as he could whisk with one foot in a cast.

  I’d seen the video online of how his accident had happened so I hadn’t asked him about it.

  He was so different in person from the man I thought he’d be though, the man I saw in that viral video.

  That guy had been insane, drunk, out of control…not like the calm and friendly guitar instructor I’d gotten to know.

  But it didn’t matter, I lusted after both of them, all of him. I wanted him no matter which version I got, rock god or mellow musician, I just wanted him.

  We climbed into a sleek black town car and the driver closed the door behind me.

  The car started off with a jolt and I rolled right into Gavin’s lap as I was reached for my purse.

  “Oh,” I said and pushed myself away, shocked at how much I’d wanted to stay there. “I’m sorry.”

  He laughed and brushed it off but he kept his arm around my shoulder on the drive over.

  We chatted easily though, in spite of my stomach doing mad flip-flops at his touch and before I knew it we were pulling up in front of a fancy hotel on the waterfront.

  The door opened and we clambered out and I was assaulted with the flash of a million cameras and people yelling Gavin’s name all at once, each trying to get his attention.

  I suddenly felt extremely under dressed and completely out of my element.

  I thought I was going to throw up from the intense scrutiny.

  I rushed away from Gavin, leaving him behind me since he was unable to keep up with his cast.

  Thankfully nobody wanted to take any photos of me so I could slink away in peace and quiet.

  I’m not proud to admit it, but I sulked in the corner under the awning of the hotel until Gavin made his way to me.

  “I’m sorry about that, I always forget how overwhelming it is when you’re not used to it. That’s why Peg won’t come to these things with me anymore.”

  “Oh, you asked Peg first?” I asked. I was a little hurt I was his second choice.

  He let out a small laugh, realized I was serious and said, “Of course not, Chloe. You have to understand you were the first person I wanted with me tonight. The only person.”

  His eyes shone with sincerity and I believed him.

  Maybe he did want me with the same gut wrenching ache that I had for him.

  I smiled and said, “I’m just being silly. We should go inside.”

  I glanced back and the paparazzi had found a new couple to focus on. I suppressed a gasp when I realized it was Tara Brock, my favorite actress.

  “You’ll get used to it,” Gavin said, noticing where I was looking. “They’re just people, and you’re hotter and smarter than all of them.”

  I laughed and took the hand that he offered me as we walked inside, and the way he said it made me actually feel like he meant it.

  He’d given me a boost of confidence, but being suddenly plunged into the midst of all my favorite actors and actresses, musicians, athletes…basically anyone who was anyone…well, it chipped away at my ego really freaking hard.

  I grabbed a flute of champagne off the tray of a waiter as he passed and gulped it down as Gavin spoke with last year’s winner of the Oscar for best actor.

  Over all, Gavin was perfectly awesome, attentive and kind to me. He tried to include me in conversations, but I was out of my depth and in over my head.

  I was just a dorky post doctorate psychology student in a hundred dollar off the rack dress, I didn’t belong there.

  I drank another glass of champagne…and another…and another…

  And then the night became a blur.

  A wonderful blur of kissing Gavin, but beyond that I couldn’t remember a damned thing.

  Chapter Six

  Gavin

  “She is adorable,” Sophie Sinclair whispered to me as we watched Chloe pick an hors d'oeuvre off a serving tray and nibble at it like a little mouse.

  “That she is. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met,” I confessed. “I’m…well, fuck I don’t know.”

  “I’d say you’re smitten,” she replied with a sly grin. “It’s nice to see, I was starting to wonder if anyone would ever capture your attention.”

  Sophie was one of the world’s hottest
actresses and one of my best friends.

  We’d dated for about a month six years ago, but after that time we’d realized that we made better friends than lovers and things had been great ever since.

  Chloe seemed a little bowled over though, she was nervous around my usual crowd and I tried to remember what it had been like when I’d first found myself immersed in such company.

  I put my arm around Chloe and leaned over to kiss her cheek, surprising us both.

  Sophie raised her eyebrow, and told Chloe, “Good for you, get this feral savage domesticated at last.”

  She was grabbed by a producer and pulled away, leaving me alone with Chloe at last.

  “What was that for?” Chloe asked me and sipped her champagne.

  The alcohol had gone right to her head, she was flushed bright pink and her normally warm brown eyes were sparking as brightly as the drink.

  “I like you,” I said and squeezed her shoulder with my arm. “I really like you.”

  The champagne was maybe getting to my head a little too because I was crossing a line.

  Shit, I’d already crossed a line.

  But I didn’t care if she was Peg’s guitar student, or that I was only in town for a short time.

  I wanted her.

  And as soon as I admitted it to myself, I couldn’t stop what happened next.

  She stepped ahead and I dropped my arm.

  She turned towards me and I took her glass and placed it on a table next to me with mine.

  Her lips parted slightly as if she was going to say something, but I stepped towards her, towered over her, and bent to kiss her.

  My mouth crashed against hers and I heard her gasp, felt her breath pass through her mouth into mine.

  She tasted sweet, like champagne, I wrapped my arm around her waist and her body bent like a bow to fit against mine perfectly.

  She made the smallest noise of pleasure, the tiniest little groan and my cock strained against my jeans, begging to be released.

  I pushed her tongue down with mine and imagined how it would be to draw it across her body, suck on her breasts and taste the sweet champagne of her pussy.

  A million lyrics raced through my mind and I wanted to compose a song for her, sing to her and about her.

  Let the world know how she made me feel.

  “Ah, there he is,” somebody said from behind me. “Doing what he does best.”

  I pulled away from Chloe and looked down at her quickly before I turned around to face my friend, actor Drake Stone.

  Her cheeks were flushed and her lips looked almost bruised, they were so dark with desire.

  Her tongue darted out and drew across them and her eyes were wide as if she was surprised.

  I wanted to wrap my arms around her, throw her over my shoulder caveman style, and get her alone. Away from everybody else so we wouldn’t be interrupted again.

  I felt somebody playfully punch my shoulder and finally turned around. Drake chuckled and said, “Who’s this new little piece of ass? Are we sharing tonight?”

  Drake was a friend of mine. It was his pool party I was at when I broke my ankle and we’d been featured in more tabloids and on more gossip websites than I cared to admit.

  And we’d shared many, many women.

  We were pussy hounds and thought nothing of taking turns on a hot fan girl…or two, or three…

  But right then I wanted to punch him right in the smug face for saying such a thing about Chloe.

  My girl.

  I scowled at him and said, “I’m not up for that tonight. This is Chloe, she’s with me.”

  I stepped forward slightly to keep myself between her and him.

  I didn’t know if I was defending her honor or keeping her away from him, just in case she became dazzled by his charming good looks and decided she did want to be shared tonight.

  Shit.

  I was jealous.

  That was a new one.

  I was fucking jealous. I didn’t want anyone to look at Chloe with bad intentions, I didn’t want anyone to lust after her gorgeous body or want to kiss her beautiful lips.

  “Hey Chloe, I’m Drake,” he said and flashed the charming smile that had women willing to do anything for him all over the world.

  “Hi,” she said and stood behind me, holding onto my arm. “I liked you in Zombie Tango.”

  “Awe, that’s too sweet. Would you like to get a drink and talk about it some time?” Drake asked, giving her a cheeky wink.

  “No, she would not,” I replied and bristled at the thought of it.

  “Oh, what’s this now?” Drake asked in mock horror. His crisp British accent made him almost comical. “Was Sophie right? Are you…smitten?”

  “I just know what kind of guy you are and what kind of woman Chloe is…you’re not compatible,” I replied.

  Drake continued to make small talk and flirt with Chloe, but to my relief she seemed completely unaffected by his charms.

  Chloe held her own, she kept a glass of champagne in her hand pretty much the entire time and managed to use her razor sharp wit and self-confidence to handle any celebrity encounters.

  I admired her for it, I’d tossed her right into the deep end and she was swimming like she owned the pool.

  Finally though, I’d had enough.

  Enough of a kiss here and there until we were interrupted. Enough of every man in the room making the moves on Chloe, trying to get her away from me or yank my chain.

  I wasn’t playing, so I needed to get her alone.

  It might have been the alcohol I’d been drinking, but I wanted her bad.

  “Let’s go back to my place,” I whispered in her ear just after midnight.

  “Your place? Are you trying to seduce me?” she asked with a grin.

  “I might be,” I replied and kissed her neck. “Okay, yes. Yes I am.”

  “Then let’s go,” she replied and my cock throbbed so hard it ached.

  I ached.

  I needed to touch her, taste her, hear her call out my name and see her beautiful face thrown back in ecstasy.

  I pulled her into the safety of my arm and we navigated our way out of the event.

  I told the driver to meet us at the side entrance, far away from the reporters waiting to see guests exit. I didn’t want her to get scared away, to realize how our every move would be scrutinized if she was with me.

  The moment we got into the back of the car, she and I were all over each other. Our kissing and touching was getting ramped up, and I felt almost too hot in the confines of the vehicle.

  “This is insane,” she murmured against my ear as I nibbled on her neck. “You’re Gavin Pierce. I’m boring old Chloe Kingston. How is this happening?”

  “You’re not boring,” I said, my voice thick with lust, surprising me at the emotion settled there. “You’re fucking beautiful. You’re graceful. You’re the smartest woman I’ve ever met and you’re hilarious.”

  I kissed her neck again, moving to her collarbone. I slid my hand up her thigh, between her legs and found the heat of her cleft through her silky panties. I prodded gently and heard her gasp at my touch.

  “And did I mention…you’re fucking sexy. Unbelievably hot and you don’t even have to try. You just are.”

  “You’re flattering me just to get into my panties,” she giggled and opened her legs just slightly.

  “I would never tell you anything other than the absolute truth,” I breathed out and kissed her exposed flesh. “If it happens to make you want me…that’s just a wonderful side effect.”

  She didn’t reply, she just ran her hands through my thick hair and wove her fingers in it, grasping hold.

  I moved down a little, but the damned cast on my ankle got in my way and I couldn’t get low enough to get to where I wanted.

  But the car came to a stop at last and we got out, kissing and keeping each other up through the lobby of my building…straight to the elevator.

  I scanned my thumb for the penthouse suite
and she fell against me, almost knocking both of us over.

  The booze had gotten to both our heads, more than I’d realized.

  The elevator door opened into my place and we barely saw a thing as we kissed our way out of our shoes, then clothes, and made our way to my bedroom.

  The time for words was long passed, I wanted Chloe in my bed and I wanted her immediately.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasped as I stepped back and looked her up and down.

  Her skin was flawless, her curves in all the right places, and her breasts were perfect…and obviously natural.

  I loved every inch of her gorgeous body, but even more than that, I loved how our minds seemed to mesh so well together.

  “I almost believe it when you say it,” she said, looking down, her thick black lashes fanning out on her pink cheeks. Her bashful nature was another huge turn on, I couldn’t wait to wake the wanton slut hiding somewhere inside.

  “Believe it because it’s true,” I replied and hooked my finger under her chin. I lifted her face up to look at me. “Every man there tonight couldn’t stop staring at you. You didn’t need to be on the big screen, or on Instagram, or on the cover of a magazine…you didn’t need designer clothes or expensive make up, Chloe. Your beauty is part of you, not something you’ve manufactured. It just is.”

  “I don’t know what to say. Not when I’m looking into the most incredible eyes of the hottest man I’ve ever seen. And even before we met, I have to admit that you’ve always been my secret celebrity crush.”

  “Secret?”

  “I couldn’t tell my friends, I’m serious, intellectual Chloe. How crazy is it that I want a rock star?”

  “But now you know you don’t want the rock star, babe,” I said quietly. “You want me.”

  “God, do I ever,” she said and looked down where my massive cock was standing at attention between us. “All of you.”

  “I’m all yours,” I replied and swept her into my arms.

  I carried her to my bed and set her down. I kissed her until she fell back with her legs dangling over the edge, and as much as I wanted to split her cunt with the head of my aching shaft, I wanted to savor this moment.