Making her come satisfies me in a way nothing ever has before. I don’t care if I don’t come—well, of course I care, but I care more about getting her off.
She goes slack in my arms. I put my arm around her waist, holding her up.
She turns her dazed eyes to me.
I love that just-come look in them that’s there because of me.
Mine.
Her mouth reaches up and softly kisses me.
I’m crazy about her.
The buzzer goes on the intercom, telling me that security is calling. Meaning Julian’s here.
Jesus, that was quick. What did the fucker do? Run here?
“It’ll be Julian,” I tell her.
I carefully pull my fingers from inside her and remove my hand from her panties. She pulls her bra and top back up, and I smooth her skirt down.
“He got here quick.”
“No kidding.”
“You might want to get rid of that before you let Julian up.” She grins down at my visible erection. She goes over to the sink, pumps some soap onto her hands, and turns on the tap. “And you might want to wash your hands.”
“No need.” I run my tongue up the palm of my hand, licking her come from it, and then I slip the fingers that were inside her into my mouth, sucking her from them.
I chuckle at the scandalous look on her face.
“Delicious.” I grin.
Then, I rearrange my dick in my pants and leave the kitchen to let Julian up while I think of every non-sexy thing I can to get my hard-on to go down.
Gabe
“So, you ran over his foot with your car?” Julian laughs.
“Yeah.” Speedy winces, a small smile on her lips.
“And broke his foot?”
“Yep.”
“Her car is huge.” I size out with my hands.
“What car do you have?” Julian looks at Speedy.
She glances at me, a smile creeping onto her face.
Don’t you fucking dare, babe.
“A tank.”
Julian looks at me and then back at Speedy, and then he bursts out laughing. “God, she must like you if she’s willing to lie for you!”
“Vaughn, the fucking asshole.” I narrow my eyes.
“Of course he called me to tell me you got your foot broken by a tiny car!”
“They might look small, but they weigh a fucking ton!”
Julian is belly-laughing, and Speedy joins in with him.
“Bastards.” I frown. “The pair of you are total bastards.”
“Aw, babe. We’re just teasing.” Speedy leans over and plants a kiss on my cheek.
I see Julian’s brows go up in question.
I haven’t told him that Speedy and I are sleeping together. Well, dating. That she’s my girlfriend. Not that I’ve told her that. I mean, asked her.
Fuck. Am I back in high school?
When he arrived, I introduced them, and Julian remembered her from that time we all met in the club—you know, the meeting I pretended to forget—which made me feel like a total shit when I saw how happy it made her that Julian had remembered her. And that was it. They were off gossiping together like a pair of long-lost friends.
Turns out, Speedy is a big fan of his show. Her friend Logan got her into it.
Good thing Julian likes dick, or I might be getting jealous with how well they’re getting along.
The pizza is gone, and the game has finished, but I hardly got to watch it because Speedy and Julian were too busy talking. But, honestly, I didn’t even mind, which is weird because I hate it when I watch a game and it gets interrupted.
What is this woman doing to me?
“So, you two are dating?” Julian says to us both.
Speedy looks at me, a question in her eyes.
I keep my eyes on her. “Yeah, we are.”
The smile that lifts her lips lights up my insides. And my dick instantly wants to party with her pussy.
Saying those words out loud has just made this thing I have with her even more real. And I like it. A fuck of a lot.
I turn to Julian. “Speedy is my girlfriend.”
And I sound like a teenage boy.
The grin on Julian’s face tells me I’m going to get the ribbing of my life because of that comment. But you know what? I don’t give a fuck.
See what she’s doing to me? Turning me into one of those guys who goes brainless over his girl.
“You do realize that you’ve got your hands full with him, right?” Julian says to her.
“Oh, yeah, totally.” She giggles.
“Hey! I’m an easy guy to get along with.”
She snorts.
I look at her. “What?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head, smiling innocently. “Right, boys, as much fun as this night has been, this girl is tired, so I’m gonna hit the hay.” She squeezes my thigh with her hand and then softly kisses my lips. “Night, babe,” she whispers.
My dick instantly perks up.
Not yet, big fella.
“It was really nice to meet you, Julian.”
She gets up and goes over to him. He gets to his feet and kisses her on the cheek.
“Thanks for the pizza.”
“Anytime.” She waves him off. “Hope to see you again soon.”
“You definitely will.” He smiles.
“Come on, Gucci.”
She pats her thigh, and Gucci looks up from her spot by Julian’s feet, not seeming to want to move.
“I’ll bring her through when I come to bed.”
“Oh, okay.” She smiles.
“Night, babe.” I watch her leave the room, her gorgeous ass swaying in her skirt as she walks. My cock begs to get up and follow her.
“So…she’s your girlfriend,” Julian says in a singsong voice.
I flip him off, and he laughs.
“Smoke?” I say, suddenly needing a cigarette.
“Sure.”
Julian never used to smoke. He only started up a few years ago when he was getting clean from his addiction. Yeah, Julian’s the friend who was addicted to painkillers. It’s not uncommon for addicts to replace one addiction with another. Lesser of the two evils. They’ll both kill you in the end. It’ll just take the smokes longer to send you to the grave, and you won’t lose everything because of them.
We head out onto the terrace, and Gucci follows.
I take a seat on one of the chairs at the table and pass Julian a cigarette. I light my own up and then hand him the lighter.
Gucci parks her butt next to Julian’s chair.
“I can’t believe you have a fucking goat living in your apartment.” Julian chuckles, reaching down to scratch Gucci on the head.
“I know. But she comes with Speedy. They’re a package, so what can I do?”
“I like her.”
“Speedy or the goat?”
“Well, Gucci’s cute. But I meant Ava.”
“Yeah. She’s great.” I smile and then take a drag of my cigarette.
“And she makes great fucking pizza.”
“Ain’t that the truth.”
We’re silent a moment, and then he says, “You look real happy, Gabe.”
“Don’t I always?”
“Nah, you’re a moody fucker, and you know it. But, now, you seem…I don’t know…different. Lighter. Less tense.”
He’s right; I am. And it’s because of Speedy.
“She’s good for you, Gabe.”
“Yeah, I guess she is.” I smile.
“It’s about time you found someone to love your sorry ass.”
And that knocks me back in my chair.
“Whoa! What? Love? Calm yourself the fuck down. We’re just dating. Well, fucking. I mean, we haven’t actually even been out on a date.”
Shit. I haven’t even taken her out on a date. What kind of boyfriend am I? The clueless-shit kind obviously.
He raises a brow. “A minute ago, she was your girlfriend. And, not to point out
the obvious, but you do have her living in your house.”
“She is my girlfriend. And she only lives here because of circumstances,” I protest. “With my broken foot, I’ve needed help, and she needs a place to stay.”
“You still need help?”
“Well…no, not anymore, as I can take it off to bathe now. But she hasn’t found a place to stay yet. She can’t find anywhere in her price range that takes pets.”
“Mmhmm.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” He’s watching me with an amused look on his face. “I just think Gabe doth protest too much.”
“Don’t fucking quote Shakespeare to me, you douche. And I don’t love Speedy. Sure, I love fucking her. She’s hot as fuck. She’s funny and smart, and she cooks amazing food. I like having her around. Like,” I emphasize. “I like her. Not love.”
“I never said you did. I said, it’s good that you have someone to love you. But, now, I’m thinking that you do love her.”
I flip him off, and he laughs.
Why is this bothering me so much?
I don’t care what he thinks. I know I’m not in love with Speedy, and she’s not in love with me.
We’re just having fun.
Right?
Right.
Julian stubs his cigarette out and gets to his feet. “I’m gonna head off. I’ve got an early start in the morning.”
“You going back to Vancouver?”
“Day after tomorrow. Got a meeting with the studio heads first thing. I’ll catch you before I head back to Vancouver though.”
“Sure thing.”
I stub my cigarette out and go to get up to see him out, but he pats me on the shoulder.
“Don’t get up. I’ll see myself out.”
“Okay. Later, man.”
He gives Gucci a stroke and then leaves.
I light up another cigarette and stare out at the night sky and the city moving below me.
I can’t believe Julian thinks I’m in love with Speedy.
I’ve never loved a woman in my life, and I don’t intend to change that.
The only person I’ve ever loved in my life is Tate. Well, I loved my parents once, but that died a long time ago.
But do I love Speedy? No. No way.
I like her, sure. But not love.
Fucking Julian, winding me up.
I finish my cigarette and make sure that Gucci has done her pissing and shitting for the night. Then, I take her inside with me.
She follows me to my bedroom. I push the door open, and Gucci runs in and jumps on her chair.
Speedy is asleep. The lamp is on, and her Kindle is facedown on her chest. She must have fallen asleep while reading.
She looks beautiful.
My heart starts to beat faster.
But I don’t love her.
I’m just in like with her.
I go over, pick the Kindle up, and put it on the nightstand. Then, I turn the lamp off and go into the bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth.
When I’m done, I climb in bed. Speedy rolls toward me in her sleep, her arm sliding over my waist, and it makes me smile.
“Speedy?”
“Mmhmm?”
“You awake?”
“Mmhmm.”
I scoot down the bed, so my face is closer to hers.
“I need to tell you something.”
One of her eyes pops open.
“I lied to you. The day you ran me over, I said I didn’t remember you from the club. I lied. I did remember you.”
She opens her other eye. “Why did you lie?”
“Because I’m a jackass.”
“Yeah, I think we’ve already established that.”
She’s silent a moment.
“You mad at me?”
“No, of course not. I just…” She exhales. “You don’t have to say you remembered me to make me feel better. I know Julian remembered me, but—”
“You were wearing a red dress that showed off your gorgeous legs. Your lips were painted red to match. I remember thinking how much I’d like to see that red lipstick smeared all over my cock. Your hair was down and curled. And you were the most beautiful girl in the room.”
The expression that my words put on her face makes me feel like a fucking king.
“So, why didn’t you hit on me that night?” she asks softly.
“Because you had a boyfriend.”
“I told you that?” She screws her face up.
“Yeah, you did.”
“It must have been to remind myself that you were off-limits because I wanted you so bad that night.”
“I wanted you, too, Speedy. And I wanted you when you ran over my foot even though I wanted to strangle you.”
She laughs the sweetest sound.
“And I want you now. I always want you.”
“Me, too,” she whispers.
She moves in closer, hugging me. I wrap my arms around her and press a kiss to her hair.
“Thank you for telling me. I’m glad that you were honest with me. I don’t want any secrets between us.”
I roughly swallow down.
There are secrets. Things I can’t tell her.
Things that, if she knew, she’d never look at me the same again. And she sure as hell wouldn’t want me anymore.
Gabe
“Oh God, yeah.” I open my eyes to the sight of Speedy’s head bobbing up and down, my cock in her mouth.
She looks up at me and smiles. Her lips are painted red, and that red is smeared all over my cock.
Fuck, she’s amazing.
“Thank God you finally woke up,” she says. “I was starting to feel like a creeper.”
“Babe, feel free to wake me up with your lips wrapped around my cock whenever you want. And this”—I reach down and rub my thumb over the corner of her mouth, smearing the lipstick onto her skin—“I like a lot.”
She smiles shyly. “You said last night, about the first time we met, that you wanted my red lipstick on your cock, so I thought I’d make it a reality for you.”
Something squeezes my chest.
But it’s definitely not love.
Nope, no way.
“You’re the best girlfriend ever. Now, put my cock back in your mouth, and deep-throat me just how I like.”
“Bossy,” she murmurs.
“And you love it.”
Love. There I go with that fucking word again.
Her eyes meet mine. “Yeah, I do.”
I grab a handful of her hair and move her back down to my cock. “So, show me how much you like my bossy ways with that sexy mouth of yours.”
Like. See? I do know how to use that word.
She licks the tip of my cock, and it sends a thrill shooting up my spine. Then, she starts kissing up and down my cock, teasing.
“Speedy…” I warn. “Don’t tease me. Give me what I want.”
“And what do you want?” She grins and runs her tongue up the length of my cock.
“Suck it. Now.”
She opens up her mouth, and I push her head down onto my cock, sliding in between those sexy red lips.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan.
Her hand goes to cup my balls, rolling them, as she relaxes her throat and moves further onto my cock, taking over two-thirds of it in.
And I’m big, so it’s a lot of cock for her to take.
She’s fucking incredible. She deep-throats like a champ.
Knowing where her limit is, after doing this a good few times now, I start to fuck her mouth, my hands holding either side of her head.
“Shit, that’s good, baby. So fucking good.”
She wraps her fingers around the base of my cock, gripping it just like I love, and continues teasing my balls.
Again with that fucking word love!
But, Jesus, fuck, this is good. Too good.
I could yell out right now that I loved her, and I don’t think I’d give a shit. Especially not w
hile she’s working my dick over like a porn star.
Dots start to dance in front of my eyes. I close them, my hips jacking up and down, as I fuck her mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot and dirty, and you suck me so good, Ava.”
Heat licks up my spine, and my quad muscles start to tighten.
Fuck, I’m close. I don’t normally come this quick from a blow job, but when she puts her mouth around my cock, I shoot like a teenage boy.
She pulls off my cock, needing a breather, and she starts jacking me with her hand. Then, she’s back on my cock, taking me in deep again, and I let her do her thing.
She sucks hard, fingers squeezing the base of my cock.
“Fuck yeah, keep doing that. Shit, yeah, that’s good.” I press my head back into the pillow.
She runs her fingernail over that sensitive part of skin right at the base of my cock at the same time as she takes my cock all the way in. I blow like a rocket, coming in her mouth.
And I keep coming.
And coming.
And she takes it all. Finishing me off with a kiss on the tip of my cock.
I lift my heavy arm over my eyes.
“You okay?” She giggles.
I move my arm. “Come here.”
She climbs on top of me, and I wrap my arms around her.
“That was astro-fucking-nomical.” I kiss her forehead.
She giggles. “I figured I owed you after last night, in the kitchen.”
“Babe, you didn’t owe me anything. I love making you come.”
Like! For fuck’s sake, Evans! You like making her come.
“I know. I just wanted to make you feel good.”
“Well, you definitely did that.”
“I bet I look like a clown right now.”
I tip her face up to me. She’s got red lipstick smeared around her mouth.
I kiss her. “You look gorgeous.”
“I look a mess.”
She goes to get up, but I stop her.
“Where are you going?”
“To wipe this lipstick off.”
“No, you’re not.”
She raises a brow. “I’m not?”
“Nope. You’re staying right here, and I’m going to kiss that lipstick off your face while my cock kisses your pussy.”
“Huh?”
“That was code for, I’m going to fuck you.”
“I got that. I’m just surprised you think you can go again. You literally just came, Gabe.”
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