“Don’t let go.” I beg, emotions overtaking me. His tongue swipes and he lifts his head.
“Never, Aves.” We stare for a moment at one another— our silence speaking volumes. Our unspoken promises becoming a vow. His head dips down and his eyes close as he inhales me, devours me. Teeth nipping, mouth suctioning, all latching onto my clit and my hips shoot up. He brings his large hands to hold them down and I melt into the mattress. My eyes drift shut and I feel everything. Each taste. Each shock to my system.
Every ounce of love pours from him to me.
The pressure is building and he works to heighten it. As one finger slides inside me and twists up, he bites down on my clit and I detonate. Toe curling, breathless, can’t feel my body orgasm— it’s blissful and painful at the same time because I’ve missed this. Our connection. Our love. “Hey baby.” He’s over me, grinning down at me and I can’t help but return the gesture.
“Hey.” He brings his mouth to me, connecting us and transferring my taste to me. It’s something he’s always done because he comes back for more of my mouth as we have sex. His kink— and I’ll give it to him. My fingers tangle in his hair and I hold tight as he spreads my legs and enters me with a solid thrust.
“Missed you.” He growls. I know he isn’t meaning the sex— that is an added bonus— but in general. Everything. Our morning routines. Our late night escapades. Our midday chats.
Me covered in paint. Him dripping sweat after a practice or gym session. The way a single word can evoke so many emotions. The looks we’ve perfected over the years— the way we’re in perfect sync. “Missed you.” I cry as he pushes deep.
His head finds the side of my neck as his teeth work the skin, mixing pleasure and stinging pain, which he soothes with his mouth.
In. Out.
Fast. Slow.
Hip swivel.
Deep. Shallow.
I’m climbing and he grips my hips to hold me in place, working me hard until I’m there. Slowing his thrusts to keep me dangling. “You gonna give it to me?” He smirks.
“If you take it.” His bite is a bit rougher as he drags his dick out to the tip and slams back in.
“Like that?” He challenges. I can’t respond. I’ve lost all control of my voice. He pushes in harder, letting the base of his cock brush my clit and he stops. “Or that?”
I moan, digging my nails into his back. He gets to work and takes it. I meet him thrust for thrust, adding power to his animalistic powers and he gives it to me, as well.
He drops his chest to rest against mine and our heartbeats sync in tempo. Fast. Rhythmic. Beating for one another.
Rolling to his side as he slips from me, I whimper from the loss. Pulling me tight, he buries his nose in my hair and inhales. Drinking me in, lying in peace and I allow my body to relax into his. Words aren’t needed, words would be inadequate.
After round two with very little recuperation time and round three in the shower, I’m towel drying my hair as he steps into shorts. “Be back.” He kisses my nose and I frown.
“Where are you going?” I try to keep the panic from my voice.
“Puppy Patrol.” He winks.
I swallow and will my hands not to reach for him. I’m being irrational but I can’t stop the alarm drowning me. “Can I go with? I’ll throw a shirt on.” I’m moving before he can react.
“Avery.” His tone soft, but commanding. I turn and face him, schooling my features. “Come here.” He drops to the edge of the bed and pats his thigh. I scramble to him, wanting the closeness he’s offering. “I’m not leaving you, babe. I’m gonna take your puppy to do his business, grab a water and come back and climb in bed with you.” His words penetrate but don’t resonate. “You’ve got to trust me.” He lifts me from his lap and kisses my head as he leaves. I watch him walk through the door with terror filling my veins.
I do trust him— I’m scared. It’s that simple. In the blink of an eye it was taken from me. Shit— I don’t trust him. With my heart – yes. With my life – no doubt. To not disappear and forget— I don’t think so. I draw my knees up and try my hardest to keep the tears at bay. This hurts more than losing him for a short time. A single act of fuckery by an asshole robbed him from me and in turn has me fearing he’ll disappear.
He reappears and watches me for a minute. I plaster a smile and he chuckles. “C’mon. I’ll give you this for a while. I wasn’t on the receiving end like you were. Things in my life were fine because I didn’t remember. You dealt with the fall out of that. I’ll give you some time, Aves, but you can’t doubt me. That kills me.” He holds his hand out and I jump off the bed snagging his shirt on the way.
“I’m sorry.” I say for the umpteenth time.
“No more. It is what it is and we’ll deal.” He’s decisive and his calmness makes me feel an inch high. How do I give him something back I didn’t realize was gone? “Time.” He throws his arm over my shoulders and holds me tight while we watch the puppy sniff the grass.
“Time.” I agree. “What’d you name the dog?”
“I didn’t. That’s all you.” He whistles and the fur ball ignores him. I try hard to hold the laughter but I can’t. He isn’t used to being ignored. “You think that’s funny?”
“Yes.” I own it.
“After I rehydrate I can promise you won’t be laughing.” He warns.
“Láska.” I tell him.
“What?” he queries.
“Love. It means love. That’s the dog’s name. Láska. Our love is what made you remember. You said it was my painting that brought it back. That’s how the dog came to be.” I shrug.
“Fucking perfect.” He grins. “Láska,” he commands and that little fucker runs over. He shakes his head and we walk inside. Grabbing a water bottle he hands it to me while reaching to get one for himself. “Drink.” His eyebrows lift and I know whatever he has planned is gonna be exhilarating. He lifts me to the counter as I start drinking and we’re having a silent standoff with our eyes.
The bottle tips and I watch his throat work to drain it and I’m parched. Water isn’t quenching what I want. What I need. His smirk in place, he takes a step to me. Another. A third and we’re close yet our skin isn’t touching. He stands for a few seconds letting the tension climb and his breathing picks up, nose flares, eyes darken. I bring the bottle to my lips, licking them before sipping, trailing my tongue around the edge bringing a growl from his chest. The water goes flying, his hands grip my ass dragging me to the edge of the counter.
Pushing my chest, he guides me to lean back as he whips his shirt over my head. He drags a finger down the middle of my torso and stops at my pussy. Entering in a push he finds what he wants. Wet and ready. Freeing his cock from his shorts he takes one of my legs, throwing it over his shoulder and bending the other to place my foot against the counter. He doesn’t hesitate to sink inside me and I hum in relief. He’s the only one that can ease my ache.
He has free reign to explore my body with his hands and it drives me crazy. “Look at me.” There isn’t a frenzy in his thrusts, a slow guide that feels amazing. I lock eyes with him and he continues caressing my body, tapping my clit with his thumb, touching every inch of skin until he’s burned his brand into me.
His eyes shine with love, relief, and contentment— slightly brighter, giving off a shade of watered down whiskey. He catches his bottom lip with his top row of teeth as he sets my body soaring. His hands, his eyes, his body— all worshipping me. Conveying a message my brain had been declining.
I feel myself clenching, spasming, milking his dick and I scream. “I trust you.” It was there the whole time— locked away— afraid to admit the truth. He wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t run. Anything in his control he’d fight. He’d slay. He’d conquer.
And if it wasn’t in his control— he’d do the same.
For this.
For me.
For us.
Chapter Fourteen
Hearing those words.
Feeling h
er pussy clench.
Seeing her pain release and love flood.
Touching her in a place reserved for me.
I steel myself to hold back from giving into this blissful euphoria she brings to me and slow my thrusts. “Love you.” I take her lips, gaining a semblance of control as I let her ride her orgasm through. I’m nowhere near done but I scoot my hands under her back so the counter doesn’t scratch her for what I have planned.
She tries to lift her torso and I shake my head. Dipping my head, I capture a nipple and pull it with my teeth, extending it to a hard peak. She’s pushing up, riding me from below and I’ll allow it. I alternate tugging her nipples while she grinds. Having enough, I seat myself balls deep and swallow her grunt of satisfaction. “You trust me?” I need to hear her say it again.
“Yes.” She cries as I push in deeper.
“Bring yourself there.” I continue thrusting as she drags one hand down her body and circles her clit. Her other hand tugs her nipple and she arches her back pushing my cock deeper in her pussy.
Avery Michaels is a hellcat in bed and I’m a lucky bastard getting to experience it— for the rest of my life.
“You know what I want, baby.” I give her a sinister smile.
“Yeah.” She chuckles and shivers when I hit her spot with the tip of my dick.
“What do you have to do?” I ask.
“Get there.” I nod.
“Quit talking and do it.” I watch her pupils dilate. Her breath quickens and I work her with my dick, slamming into her over and over. Her pussy feels like a vice grip when she climaxes and I give her a few shallow thrusts to allow her to ride the aftershocks as I pull my hands from under her back. I pull myself from her body and replace my dick with two fingers so I can coat them before I drag them through her ass cheeks.
I wink at her as she continues playing with her clit and I work her backdoor. “Just the tip, baby?” I tease.
“Not if you wanna live.” She challenges me and I let my finger slide in and I’m rewarded with a deep moan. “Yes.” She hisses.
She’s riding my finger and her own as I slip a second one in and still to let her take the lead. She keeps moving and doesn’t miss a beat, as she demands, “More.”
Pushing my dick in her pussy to coat it, I swivel my hips a few times and she loves it when she’s full of me. I grip the base of my cock and push the tip in her ass. “Caden.” She’s vocal when I’m not doing what she wants.
“Have to go slow— only have your lube down here.” I smack her ass to still her. I keep using her juices to coat my dick as I inch inside her until I’m fully seated. “There you go greedy.” I take her mouth as I slowly move in and out of her ass.
Her head is thrown back, her back arched so she can push her ass into me and she’s fucking gorgeous. I cup her pussy, using my heel to rub her bundle as I insert my thumb inside her and she screams. “Fuck.”
I do just that. A bit harder with each push, and I feel the tingle in my spine. “Again, Aves.” I half demand, half plead.
“Yes.” She shouts her release and I pull out, marking her stomach with my seed as I swell with pride. Nothing hotter than Avery wearing me all over her.
“Caveman.” She rolls her eyes. “But, I’m not complaining.” She grins and I reach for a paper towel to clean her up.
“We need another shower.” I scoop her off the counter and jog up the stairs, damn near tripping over the dog. He sits outside the door as I clean her up and pull her to my chest to take this moment in. Warm water beating our bodies, sated and so full of love.
“Sleep,” she yawns into my chest.
“Okay, baby.” I dry her off, run the towel down my body as I follow her to bed and she tangles herself up in me. Sleep comes easy for both of us and in the morning I stretch and feel her burrow deeper.
I move without waking her and sit up to start coffee and take the dog for his morning constitutional. “Shit!”
Avery bolts upright. “What?”
“We forgot to put the damn dog in the crate and I legit stepped in the reminder.” She falls back to the pillows laughing her ass off as I waddle to the shower using my heels to walk. “It isn’t funny.” I holler.
“You’re right. It isn’t funny. It’s fucking hilarious.” I hear her cooing the fucking beast as she takes him downstairs to go outside. I don’t know what the point is— he used our floor as his grass.
I wash my foot and go in search of bleach for the tub. She’s drinking coffee with a serene look and I can’t be pissed any longer. “Go get in the shower. I’ll clean the floor and tub.” She grins at me and I kiss her lips but she pulls back so I don’t linger.
“Sore. Used. Ecstatic. Brunch with our friends and parents in an hour and I wanna be able to walk.” She shoves me away. She issued a challenge I can’t back down from. Time to hit this outta the park. Fuck the floor. Fuck the tub. And I’m most certainly gonna fuck my woman.
My hand is at her back leading— okay supporting— her into the restaurant. Our parents are at a separate table and I can’t blame them. “You ride a horse on the way to join us?” Emberlee asks.
“She rode something.” Mason remarks— without a straight face.
“Fuck yeah she did.” Saylor high fives my girl and I marvel at the insanity swirling.
“Enough. Her dad is ten feet from us.” I grimace.
“He can’t carry on a plane.” She smiles. “He can, but he doesn’t like to stow his precious underneath in cargo.” I gawk at her.
“His precious?” I stumble.
“My gun’s name. My girl is my princess. My gun, her protector, is my precious.” Brian interrupts and I choke down my tongue.
“Daddy.” Avery chuckles. Fucking chuckles at his not so subtle threat. “He put a ring on it.”
“Twice.” I volunteer sounding like I joined a soprano group. This man terrifies me and hasn’t given me a reason to fear him. Maybe because of what I do to his daughter in our private time or maybe because I know I’d kill for her so I don’t doubt he would.
“Order your food and come see your mother. She’s having a fit with leaving you here. I’ve tried to tell her you’re in good hands.” Mason snorts at Brian’s description and I kick him under the table. “But she refuses to acknowledge this is your new home.” He kisses her forehead and rushes back to Abigail’s side.
“This is gonna suck.” Avery groans.
“Tell me about it. I think my dad is chomping Xanax with our impending move to New York.” Emberlee shares.
“Shit, my parents are like. . . bye. I think it’s ‘cause my mom gets to go shopping when she visits so it’s a win-win situation for her.” Mason tells us.
“I think I’d be happy if you were my son and moved.” Saylor informs him.
“Nice, Shortstop.” I high five her.
“You miss me.” Mason is so sure of himself.
“This is weird.” Brody looks at all of us. “Three months ago, we had no clue y’all were a couple— fuck, you’ve been together longer than any of us.”
“And I’m not knocked up. Winning.” Avery cheers.
“But sitting here,” Brody continues, “you’d think this was normal. It doesn’t feel like there’s been this secret. It feels right. Like it’s always been.”
“It does.” Saylor nods.
“We told y’all several times the past year.” I remind them. “Yet, nobody took us at face value.”
“Whatever.” Lee Lee waves her hand. “This feels like it’s normal. Something we don’t get a lot of in this group.”
“Because she’s always been mine.” I gaze at Avery and she kisses me quick as she stands.
“Eggs. French toast. I’m going over to calm my mom so she doesn’t flood the restaurant with her tears.” I watch her walk— looking like she’s bowlegged— to her parents and I sit back and realize how easy it is to breathe.
“What are the plans?” Saylor pounces.
“Huh?” I don’t know where she’s go
ing.
“Wedding. Babies. Life.” She lists off talking points like we’re discussing stocks.
“Uh, don’t know. In the future. With her.” I answer to the best of my ability.
“Some of us need warning. We have to plan shit. Babysitters. Time off work.” She’s driving her point.
“Don’t forget dog sitters.” Mason adds and ducks as Saylor’s fist flies across the table.
“You’re an ass.” She growls.
“Okay. We’re in public.” Brody reminds everyone. It doesn’t matter and he should be used to this.
“Basically, to recap . . . we’re all happy you and Aves are together and you quit lying to everyone.” Mason shrugs. “But that means everyone’s sexual exploits are off the table.” He shudders. “I can’t imagine hearing what she does in bed. That’s Avery.”
“When do you ever shut up when it comes to sex?” Lee Lee points.
“But it’s Aves.” Mason’s eyes widen. It’s classic.
“And she has a vagina and Caden has a penis. I know that isn’t how it works with you and Breck. Only one of you have the anatomy and we can figure out which one since she’s the one who bought a purple toy.” Saylor bites and Mason turns red.
“I hate that fucking thing.” He pouts.
“I bet. Showing you your inadequacy every single day. That’s gotta sting.” Saylor and Mason don’t stop. Ever. Deacon shakes his head and Mason is pondering a response but Brecklynn saves us.
“When will y’all fly in? Wedding is Thursday.” Her grin is huge.
“Tuesday afternoon is when I booked. I wanted a few days with her, and she’ll want some time in her gallery. I’m hoping she’ll paint a bit.” I miss seeing her at the canvas.
“Make sure she wears a cap. I don’t want her hair streaked for my wedding.” Breck begs.
I shrug. Fuck it; if she walks through life with multi-color hair, I could give two fucks.
Or one.
I’m quiet as I watch her paint. The sun is peeking over the treetops and she’s so engrossed in her work she doesn’t realize her puppy is covered in paint. He’s darting through her legs, running under the table with her pallet and catching the drippings with his fur. That’s definitely a dynamic duo in the making.
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