We made our way to one of the round bar tables next to the jukebox. I knew the free play code so I intended to bring down the house tonight. First on the list was "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" by Jet. That song makes me and Tyler dance like fools even when we're sober, so what better way to start the fun?
Gavin came back with round one. "Coronas for my queens!"
"Thanks, homie!" Tyler grabbed her beer and started singing to me as if the bottle was a microphone.
"Thank you, my king." I blew him a kiss and winked
My fingers grazed his hand as I took the bottle. I looked him straight in the eyes as I drank my beer, giving flirty smiles between sips. I had the power; I'd make him mine. He stepped closer and pressed me against the table. As his soft hair grazed my cheek, my heart began to race, goosebumps ran up my arms, and my legs turned shaky and weak. This man was my kryptonite.
He whispered in my ear, "I'm not sure where you're going with all the extra flirting, baby girl, but if your goal is to make me hard, it's working."
Softly biting my neck, he rubbed his erection over my hip just enough for me to know it was there. He gave me a small peck on the cheek and stepped back. I was so frustrated; I was supposed to be the tease. His phone rang, and I couldn't take my eyes off his perfect ass when he stepped outside to talk.
"What the hell did I just see?" Tyler's gaze alternated between me and the door. "Just fuck him already. Save the lovemaking for round two because you need it rough and dirty the first time." She leaned against the jukebox, pointing and laughing at me. "You're so wet right now that even I can feel it."
Just then, I heard a familiar voice behind me, but I couldn't place it. "I like your shirt."
"Sorry buddy, but that line is reserved for girls with titties popping out." I started to turn around. "I'm not inter—" Words escaped me when I saw him, my TV husband, the one and only Winston Ryan, and man, did he look good.
"I was wondering if I could buy my wife"—he pointed at my shirt—"and her incredibly sexy friend a drink."
Tyler blushed, and she was speechless. In twenty years of friendship, I've never once seen Tyler speechless. She liked him more than I did. She was all about the show, but I'm pretty sure she only watched it because of him. His co-star, Dylan Cross, was cuter. They did a good job making Dylan look like a bad boy for the show, but in all the off-screen pictures I've seen since he shaved of his beard three seasons ago, he had more of a pretty boy look.
"Do you lovely ladies have names?"
"I'm Claire, and my slightly star-struck friend over there is Tyler."
"It's nice to meet you. Tyler, I have to say it's a good thing that you're the one who struck my fancy because I'm very fond of my dick, and word on the street is that Claire likes to use them to stir her coffee." He stepped closer to Tyler. "Would I be out of line if I said I'd like to make you very fond of it as well?"
"Um, maybe, but I'm not going to fall on my knees just because you ask me to. You need to try a little harder if you want me."
"Well then, I love a good challenge. Can I at least get you ladies to go trade shirts? I'm enjoying the view in that one but I'd love to see my name spread across those beauties."
I hated to break up the steamy conversation, but I couldn't help it. "Wait, were you in the coffee shop today? Was it you who almost said something?"
"No, that was Dylan; I was the asshole who made him sit down. We can't get in trouble with the law, and it seemed like that's exactly what would have happened. You seemed to have it under control anyway; he ran off with his tail between his legs."
"Dylan, as in Dylan Cross? Like Aaron Dean, President of Brothers of Mayhem?" I realized how overly excited I must have seemed because even Tyler laughed at me. "I just sounded like a teenage fangirl, didn't I?"
There he was, walking up to us with his hands full of beer. His thick, black hair was gelled into a spiky mess. His sharp jawline made the defined cleft in his chin more noticeable, and he had the most awkward smile. "Hi, I'm Dylan. We were hoping to make a few new friends. Do you mind if we join you?"
"Not at all. I'm Claire and this is Tyler."
"I saw a guy with you so I grabbed five beers. Did he leave?"
I felt Gavin squeeze my hips and push his body against me, like he was claiming me. Call me crazy, but him being so territorial was such a turn-on.
"No, I'm right here. He turned to me and smiled. "That was the babysitter. Miles is sick, but my Mom is going to go stay at my house tonight so I don't have to leave. I told her I was with you, and I didn't even have to ask."
"What can I say? She loves me!"
Tyler chimed in. "Winston wants me and Claire to switch shirts so he can claim my rack." She grabbed his beard and made him face her. "If he plays his cards right, he may end up claiming a lot more before the night is over."
"I see, so is Mr. Cross trying to snap you up?" I could see the jealousy burning in his eyes."
"As gorgeous as she is, I'm a married man. I also get the impression she's taken."
"I'm not taken by anyone… yet!"
Gavin ran his fingers down my cheek and kissed the tip of my nose. "Go trade shirts then meet me outside. We need to talk about this...us."
Tyler grabbed my hand and looked at Winston. "Five minutes and I'm all yours!"
We hurried off to the bathroom as requested. Was this really happening? Had today really happened? I was on cloud nine. Not only did I get into this awesome expo, but I was hanging out with two of my favorite celebrities. Not to mention, I would probably leave here as Gavin's girlfriend.
"Claire, tell me I'm not a whore. We both know this isn't my style at all. What would you do if you were me? Be honest with me."
"Dude, it's Winston Ryan. If I wasn't crazy in love with Gavin, I'd be begging you to share. Get some dick and tell me all about it in the morning!"
I walked out the front door of Brown's just in time to see a woman with her back to me leaning into Gavin and running her fingers through his hair. I felt a huge pit form in my stomach, and I instantly needed to throw up. Then I saw him push her off him. My excitement turned to anger, and the hurt turned to fury. She turned around, and all I saw was black. It was Lark. The beautiful Lark, Cole's mistress. I hated her for her ugly soul but had to admit she was gorgeous on the outside. Her flawless, caramel-colored skin, perfect blonde curls, and emerald green eyes gave her the most exotic look I'd ever seen.
"Hey lover, long time no see. I saw you and figured I'd introduce myself to your new arm candy." She glanced at Gavin. "I thought about taking a ride on the last one, but rocker boy tattoo artists aren't my thing. This one, on the other hand, is very pretty. It might take some work, but I'm sure I'll have him on his knees, too. I'll even let you watch...for old times' sake."
She knew how to get under my skin and did a damn good job of it. Once I left Cole, he dropped her like a hot potato thinking it would make me come back. She must have really loved him in her own twisted way because she still held a grudge all these years later.
My blood was boiling, and I felt myself turning into a different person, one I never knew existed. "Bitch, if you're smart, you'll back the fuck up right now. Walk away before I beat your ass to the ground."
"Says the little one who curls up and cries. I've watched you crumble; I'm not afraid of you one bit."
Gavin ran in to get Tyler, I assumed, to try and stop a fight that was obviously coming. I stepped up to her, face-to-face, my shaky fists clenched tight. Ty and Gavin stood there watching. I've never been quite sure why they didn't break it up. I'm not a fighter, so this rush of adrenaline was all new to me; I couldn't control it.
"You knew a different me, a weak and battered wife. I was never afraid of you; I was afraid of Cole. So my question is: Princess, do you really miss the taste of my pussy so bad that you'll try and suck off every man I'm with, or are you just a bitter whore? Either way, you're pathetic."
I saw her pull back her fist to swing so I stepped back, grabbed her by the hai
r, and planted my fist into her face...twice. I think I broke her nose because blood gushed everywhere and mixed with her tears. It was such a rush to know I had it in me, that I could put her in her place. I felt Tyler pull me off her and start dragging me to the truck. "You want more?" I called out. "Come find me, bitch." Tyler threw me into Gavin's truck and slammed the door.
I watched Tyler give Winston a kiss on the cheek and smile. She shrugged her shoulders. I heard her even through the closed window. "I'm sorry; that bitch had it coming, though. I'm actually kind of proud of Claire for finally standing up to her. If you guys want to follow us to her house that would be awesome, but if not, I totally understand. Either way, it was amazing to meet you. Who would have thought my TV crush would be so awesome in real life...and think I'm hot!"
Winston gave her a smile. "Well you're all mine tonight so I guess we're coming. Lead the way, gorgeous."
On the way home, nothing was said, and I just stared at my bloody hands. I could tell Gavin was pissed off, but I didn't regret it, no matter how childish it was. At my house, he flopped on the couch, and I went upstairs to clean up. I was so tired of trying to impress him, trying to seduce him, and all the back and forth. After washing my face and hands, I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. I slipped on some sweats and a tank top. It was time to get back to the basics, back to being me. By the time I got downstairs, everyone was sitting there talking. God only knows what was going through Dylan's and Winston's head. They all looked up, and I couldn't hold my tongue anymore.
"Gavin, I can't do this anymore, all the flirty games we play. They're fun, but this whole situation is driving me crazy. Look at us; we're a goddamn Taylor Swift song waiting to be written. That girl fucked my husband for years, and I did nothing. Tonight, I broke her nose just for touching your hair. What do I need to do to show you that I want you, that you're the one? What's it going to take for you to want me?"
"Claire it's not that simple."
"Why not? Why won't you be straight with me? I was damn near naked in bed with you the other night, and all you did was say goodnight; then earlier you pull what you did in the back of my shop, and tonight you're back to not wanting me. Am I too late? Is there someone else that you don't want to tell me about?"
"Someone else? Are you insane? I haven't touched another woman since the day I met you. I've been waiting all this time for you to be ready. For the last two years, I've been competing with a goddamn ghost, Claire. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? I'm not giving you all of me until I know that I have all of you." He raked his hands through his hair trying to calm down. "You left Cole; you took your daughter and left. Kayleb died saving your life, trying to save Audrey's. If that accident hadn't happened, we'd have never met, and you'd be married to him."
"I'm ready; I've been ready. Why won't you believe me? I've been in love with you for so long and felt guilty for it. Guilt was the only thing holding me back. Well, fuck guilt; I love you. I love you, and I love Miles."
He lowered his voice. "Then why do you still wear his ring? You should be wearing my ring. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want you to adopt Miles so we can be a real family, but I need to know I'm the only one in your heart. I won't share my wife with anyone, alive or dead."
It all made sense now, I hadn't even thought of that. Why was I still wearing it anyway? I took it off and tossed it to Tyler. We stood in silence staring at one another until I couldn't take the silence any longer.
"What are you waiting for?"
CHAPTER 9
Gavin
Her words were spinning through my mind. Were they real, or was I dreaming? It was time; she belonged to me now. I charged toward her, pinning her to the wall, and I leaned in to kiss her. She grabbed the back of my head and returned my kiss, almost violently. Finally getting to kiss her was the fiercest and most passionate moment I'd ever experienced. The way our tongues danced together in perfect harmony sent chills down my spine. It was as if our mouths were made solely for one another's kiss.
This woman is my life.
"Take my girl upstairs and give her what she's been waiting for."
"Yes, ma'am, we'll see you all in the morning. We've got some work to do."
I threw her over my shoulder, carried her up to the bedroom, and smacked her ass on the way up the stairs. We stood at the foot of the bed just looking at one another. I had waited so long for this moment not knowing if it would ever come.
She is the only woman who has ever made me want to be what I know I need to be, made me desire a normal life. How did I manage to get her to fall in love with me? This once-unattainable beauty was finally mine.
"I want to undress you." I gently pushed her sweatpants down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. Slowly running my fingers up her body, I pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her beautiful, bare breasts. Smiling at her, all I could say was, "You're perfect."
I fell to my knees and worshipped her. I gently kissed the inside of her thighs up to her lace panties, already wet with her arousal. I pulled them down with my teeth as I slowly rubbed and circled her clit. Her whole body was trembling, whimpers and moans coming from that beautiful mouth, and I had barely touched her.
"Your pussy is so beautiful, so soft, and wet already." I stroked along her cleft before sliding inside of her. "You're so tight; I love it. I can't wait to open you up."
Her heavy breathing fueled my need to be inside her.
"Is this really happening?"
"It's happening, baby girl. Are you ready for me to take what's mine?"
"Yes, I'm all yours."
I ran my tongue inside the folds of her pussy and gently nipped at the lips, claiming my prize. Softly fluttering my tongue over her clit, as my fingers sank deep inside her, triggered a shattering moan that was music to my ears. She was my instrument to play, and I would play her well. The beautiful sounds she made as I touched her were driving me wild, and her taste was now my sweet addiction. She grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and looked into my eyes.
"Please, Gavin, make love to me. I need you."
We moved to the bed, and I became lost in the sight of her beautiful face as she reached to undo my belt buckle. I gave her a devilish smile as she tugged down my pants. Her eyes widened at the sight of my erection.
"I told you, he's my not-so-little friend."
"Well, now, he's all mine to play with." She gave me a bad girl look full of lust and want as she spread her legs to make room for me to move in between them. "I've been waiting so long for this Gav, I need you inside me."
Reality and responsibility struck. "I don't have a condom, and I didn't think this would really happen. I know you're clean, but…"
"Did you mean what you said? Do you want me forever?"
"Of course I did, Claire. I'd marry you tomorrow."
She smiled at me and cupped my face in her hands. "Let's make a baby!"
"Good God, I love you!"
Part of me wanted to take it slow, to softly make love to the woman I adored, but as our bodies moved together, I became lost in the intensity of the moment. So many feelings swept through me, a mix of shaky, savage, and greedy. I could see the pleasure in her eyes as I claimed her. Pounding inside of her over and over, I lifted her long legs up so I could fill her completely.
"Your pussy feels so good, baby girl. I knew it would. It's all mine now."
Her back arched as she came, pressing her chest up to my mouth. My tongue circled her perfect pink nipples, so beautifully erect. I pinched and pulled them as I gently bit into the fullness of her breasts.
"I need your big cock, Gav, fuck me harder. Don't hold back."
I drilled into her, balls-deep, making her scream. Using my last shred of self-control, I held out until I felt her pussy clench my dick as her entire body shook. I plunged in deep, with a hard, final thrust as I shot my load into her. Yelling my name, she exploded underneath me again.
We clung together in the midst of org
asmic fireworks. I could finally hold her as I said the words. "I love you, Claire."
Catching her breath, she sank deeper into my chest. "I love you, Gavin."
I waited until I knew she was asleep, and I went downstairs to see if Tyler was awake. Dylan was passed out on the couch so I figured she was upstairs with Winston. I saw her purse laying on the floor, so I grabbed it to find the ring I'd bought for Claire. I had seen it two months ago and fell in love with it. It was a white gold ring with a large, cushion cut, pale green diamond, surrounded by purple diamonds. I remembered Claire saying that she saw a line of jewelry based on Marvel characters and how cool it was. This ring reminded me of Hulk so I knew Claire would love it. I knew I'd eventually ask her to marry me so I had to buy it. I made Ty promise to keep it in her purse until I was ready to take it from her; sure enough it was there.
When I woke up, Claire was cuddled into the covers with her back to me. I pulled the ring from the side table and placed little butterfly kisses down her neck and shoulder to wake her up.
"Good morning, my love!"
I pulled her hips as close to me as possible and slid myself inside her. Slowly and lovingly our bodies became one. Breathing deeply we found our slow and steady rhythm, and I knew it was time. Pressing her against me, skin-on-skin, I put my lips to her ear.
"I can't wait to call you my wife."
I slid the ring onto her finger before intertwining her fingers with mine, clenching our grip. Moving together in a calming and powerful force, together we quietly found our release. We lay there, with my arms wrapped tightly around her, for what seemed like hours, lost in one another.
She was smiling, gazing at her ring. "It's so beautiful, Gavin. When did you get it?"
"Two months ago. It's been in Ty's purse the whole time. I knew I'd give it to you; I just didn't know when. I told you I wanted forever. You're my queen, baby girl."
CHAPTER 10
Claire
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