Between Hearts: A Romance Anthology

by Alexander, Erica

“There’s a first time for everything. I bet I can get you off—or die trying.”

  “You also have to go down on me.”

  “I can manage that. Anything else?”

  I grab the remote from the nightstand. “You watch the newest season of Black Sails yet?”

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “Me neither. We need to do that now.”

  “All right, but one final thing. I haven’t worn tighty whities since, like, age twelve. So no tighty whities squad.”

  “Sorry. How about calling them your boxer brief bimbos? Does that work?”

  “Sure, if you’re fine insulting yourself that way.”

  I ignore him, because otherwise, we’ll banter forever, and I want to watch TV while I have someone who likes the same shows as me.

  Gavin pulls me to lie against his side, and I settle in to watch some sexy, rough pirates with him. He always lets me cuddle into him, hiding my face when it gets really violent and I can’t watch, and he lets me know when it’s over. There are also some hot scenes in Black Sails, and we might have been known to fondle each other some while watching and get it on after the episode finished. Or pause it in the middle. Either way, I’m sure more spectacular sex is in my immediate future.

  Gavin doesn’t move onto the second episode of Black Sails right after the first one ends. I look over at him. “You need a bathroom break or something?”

  “I was just thinking about all the sex we could have had if you were at Ohio State with me.”

  He runs his fingers over my belly before sliding lower to pat my crotch. “I might not have graduated, though, if your pussy was there for four years, distracting me all the time.”

  His fingers are doing a pretty good job of distracting me at the moment.

  “After Tap introduced you to sex, he wouldn’t have ever wanted to stop visiting this.” His hand moves to cup my crotch. “I might not have been drafted in the second round, either, with you around. But I’d have enjoyed the hell out of fucking you to celebrate winning the Sugar Bowl.”

  He grins as he shifts his hand back to rest on my belly, this time slipping under his shirt that I wear to caress my skin. “Some time, you need to wear my Sugar Bowl ring and nothing else while you ride my dick. Maybe you could even sing the OSU fight song while we bang.”

  It seems like Gavin has an endless list of creative sexual requests for me. It’s hard to be bothered by it, though, when he’s so flattering about wanting me that much.

  “I guess you can wear something else while we do it,” he decides.

  “What?”

  “My Super Bowl ring on your other hand.”

  Laughing, I shake my head at him. “You’re something else, Gavin McGraw.”

  “I know I fucking am.”

  He’s so hot, smirking at me, his eyes smoldering with those sexy fantasies hanging between us.

  We can postpone watching the next episode a little longer. Placing my hand on top of his on my stomach, I guide it inside my panties. Gavin takes the hint, getting to work on arousing me into our next round of sex.

  Chapter Five

  “Wake up.” Gavin tugs the covers off me, and the cool air makes me shiver.

  I got into bed last night wearing his t-shirt and my panties, but they’ve long since disappeared. Now it’s morning, and the clock shows an obscene seven am.

  I’m so tired. We were up late watching TV and having sex and watching more TV and having more sex. I’ve come four times since I got here . . . or maybe five. I lost track somewhere in the middle of the night. Some of it might have been a dream.

  When you go nine months without the peen, as my friends like to call it, you might have a small issue with self-control. Once you finally gain access to one again, you gorge yourself. And when you’re with a guy like Gavin McGraw, who’s capable of getting it up and thrusting you into delicious oblivion every time, that’s no inducement to stop, either.

  “Ugh, no. Why don’t you go workout or whatever insanity you have planned for the crack of dawn and let me sleep? I can let myself out later.” I pull the blankets over my head.

  “No, you’re taking a shower with me. Come on, I’ll make it worth it. You can lean against the wall while I go down on you and wake you up in the best way.”

  Poking my head out, I find Gavin giving me a sexy grin. “In that case, I guess I can get up, if you carry me in there.”

  He hasn’t gotten around to going down on me yet. But he did suck and lick my breasts last night until my nipples couldn’t take anymore, so I can’t complain. He didn’t get me off doing it, but he came pretty close.

  Five minutes later, I’m pressed against the shower wall with a hot mouth kissing and licking me into full awareness. I clutch his wet hair and moan like a hussy. He really is that good with his tongue.

  He finishes up, tumbling me over the edge once again, and stands, a cocky smirk on his face.

  “You need me to deal with that?” I offer after I finish panting and moaning. My limp hand weakly gestures in the direction of his happy dick pointing upward.

  “No, I won’t make you perform before you have your coffee. We can just ignore it.”

  “Poor Tap.”

  “Poor Tap, indeed. He might be chafed from all the times you rode him last night.”

  Gavin finds the soap and washes me with it. It’s good that he is, because I don’t think I can move to do it myself. I’m too content from that glorious orgasm his mouth gave me.

  “I thought it was only four times, counting the time on the couch, right? Did I imagine a fifth time?” I ask.

  “Yes, you did. I made you come, but there was no fucking involved.”

  “What?” Did I dream about sex? How does he know? Was I talking in my sleep?

  “You were rubbing on me while you slept. I figured you were having a nice sex dream, so I finished you off with my fingers out of the kindness of my heart.” He’s washing my breasts as he says this. That’s no coincidence.

  “How in the hell did I manage to have a sex dream after you put me to sleep with four orgasms?” I ask.

  “Well, me pressing my hard dick against you as you slept might have had something to do with it. Sorry, but I was asleep, living the fantasy life in Jana’s 24/7 sex town, apparently. Your fault entirely for blowing me and then letting me fuck you four times. Damn, how did I get it up that many times?”

  That’s a good question. I was all over him last night since it had been so long since I last had sex, but I didn’t figure it was the same way for him. He’d been pretty horny a month ago when I saw him at the club, but then again, I did grab his dick a few minutes after seeing him.

  Maybe he hasn’t been messing around since the season started, being focused on football again, so that could explain his being so into sex.

  “How are you hard?” I ask. It’s easier to talk about that than the past.

  “I like the noises you make as you get turned on when I lick you. Not to mention how you taste. Here, wash your hair. I don’t want to get soap in your eyes.” Gavin holds out the shampoo.

  I take the bottle and nearly drop it when I see it’s the same shampoo I left here last season. I’d spent enough nights that he let me leave shampoo and conditioner in the shower after I complained about his manly shampoo not being good for my hair. He devotes enough time to playing with my hair that I know he likes it soft and silky.

  Gavin acts so casual about having my toiletries around that I pretend like it doesn’t affect me. I focus on washing my hair while my mind’s busy wondering what it means. He keeps his place pretty neat, so I don’t think it’s because he simply overlooked it.

  During the rest of the shower, we don’t talk much, but I like the companionable intimacy of being naked together this way. We leave the bathroom wrapped in towels.

  Gavin dresses in jeans and a long sleeved Henley shirt. His body was made for that style of shirt because it clings nicely to his pecs and biceps. I enjoy watching him dress, so I try not to thi
nk about the fact that I haven’t seen my panties since around ten pm last night. My bra, dress, and shoes are spread over the living room, thrown who knows where in our sexual haze.

  Gavin exits the closet. “Here, wear this.” He tosses a jersey at me.

  I catch it, wondering what it is. It’s red, the wrong color for the Condors. The back of the jersey has his name, but it’s a different number than he wears for the Condors. It looks broken in, with some fraying on the numbers, so he’s worn it in a game. Oh, right. Ohio State wears red, don’t they?

  “Your college team plays today?” I ask as I hold it up. It’s long enough that it’s nearly a dress on me.

  “They’re playing Penn State this afternoon.”

  “I think Seth is covering that game. My friend mentioned it.”

  “You’ll need to wear that to fit in.”

  “What?” There doesn’t seem to be much fitting in required to hang around Gavin’s place. Maybe he wants me in the jersey because it’s easy access. He can lift the hem and do me on the couch, all while watching his team. I’m sure he gets a boner thinking about banging me in his Ohio State jersey while watching them play, remembering his glory years there—and all the tail he probably got, too.

  “You can’t hang out on the sideline without wearing some Buckeyes gear.”

  “What? The sideline?”

  “You like football, don’t you?”

  I nod. We’ve talked about football enough that he knows I’ll watch it occasionally. I know the basics, but I’m not a super-fan.

  “The game is on ESPN, so you need to wear my jersey in order to fit in on the OSU sideline. And fuck if I’ll allow you to wear any Penn State blue.”

  “You want me to go to a bigtime college football game with you and stand on the sidelines and be seen with me in your jersey, while you’re not wearing one?”

  “I’m Gavin McGraw. I don’t need to wear a jersey. It would look weird, me hanging out on the sideline with a jersey on like I expect to go into the game when I graduated years ago. I’ll put on an OSU hoodie and hat, but that’s it.”

  “Don’t you need a ticket for me? How can you even get clearance for me on the sideline? I’m not a former player, so I don’t get those kinds of perks. I’ve never seen random women who weren’t reporters or trainers on the sidelines before.”

  Gavin laughs. “Babe, I’m Gavin McGraw. I don’t need to buy tickets. If I text the football alumni coordinator, he’ll make sure you get a sideline pass. He loves me.”

  “Do you realize how arrogant you sound?” I shake my head at him.

  “Yes, but it’s the truth. I sent him tickets when we played in the Super Bowl, so he’ll do me a solid. Especially after he meets you and sees how fucking great you look in that jersey. Come on, get dressed and get ready to go.”

  “Okay,” I agree. I can’t turn down spending more time with him, not when he’s being so good to me.

  “You’ve got some beard burn in interesting places, so I’d better go shave.”

  I flush as I recall what he’d done with that stubble between my legs in the shower. It felt kind of good, and he knows it.

  He smirks as he sees my reaction. “I’ll make some coffee for you after I’m done. We’ll stop at your place for clothes on our way out of town. Not that I wouldn’t love the jersey-only dress look on you, but it’s a little chilly out for no pants or undies.”

  Gavin pauses, cocking his head like he’s picturing something. “If a breeze caught the hem of the jersey, the sight of your goods would make all the OSU players pant and drool, and then they’d screw up on the field. You’d better reserve flashing your sexy stuff only for me today.”

  Gavin leaves the room with me staring after him. I can’t believe he wants to bring me to Penn State with him, dressed in his jersey. If it were some random road trip, sure, I could buy that he’d bring his bed buddy there for company on the long drive and all. But I’ll be meeting a bunch of people he knows on the trip, and they’re going to think we’re dating if he has me with him.

  He doesn’t seem phased by what anyone else will think. If he doesn’t have a problem with it, I don’t, either.

  Pulling on his jersey, I think about how this game will be on national TV. They like to show former players on the sidelines, especially if they are star NFL players like Gavin. Not to mention that the camera loves him. He’s crazy hot in person, but somehow, he’s even hotter in pictures and video. Or maybe not. Maybe that’s a mistaken impression formed over a long period this year without seeing him in person. All I had to keep me company were the Kevin Jack ads plastered everywhere with him modeling those boxer briefs. Not to mention the commercials. It’s no wonder that I didn’t sleep with anyone else since he left. How could they even begin to compare to Gavin McGraw?

  I grab some of his Kevin Jacks and pull them on under sweats, which I have to roll several times at the waist and ankles. The outfit is finished with an overlarge pair of socks and his slide-on sport sandals, which I adjust to be tighter. I’m the very definition of the walk of shame, but I don’t care—not when I’ve enjoyed being sexed up by Gavin all night and this morning. It’s better than putting on my heels and searching for my dirty panties to wear again.

  Out in the living room, I find my clothing scattered on the floor next to the couch. I sit to put my bra on under the jersey. Picking up my dress and heels from the floor, I walk over to the front door.

  Gavin comes up behind me as I’m taking my jacket out of his coat closet. He grabs a baseball hat from the shelf and shoves it into his backpack. He hands me a travel mug filled with coffee, takes my dress and heels from me, and puts them into his backpack on top of his OSU hoodie.

  A warm feeling floods me while looking at my things tucked next to his stuff in his backpack. Why does it feel so right to have our belongings mingle together? My brain must be turning to mush from all the orgasms he’s given me in the past twelve hours. I shake my head to clear it.

  I sip my coffee as Gavin drinks his protein shake on our way downstairs to the underground garage. He doesn’t drink coffee very often because he doesn’t pollute the temple with caffeine. He prepared it exactly as I like, with a little added sweetness. Sure, it’s probably honey instead of the sugar I normally dump in, but he remembers how I like it. Smiling to myself, I appreciate that he made the effort.

  We’re occupied with our meal of fruit and breakfast bars on the fifteen-minute drive to my place, and we don’t talk much. I took the subway to work yesterday, so my car’s waiting for me in the parking lot of my apartment complex. He parks next to it.

  Gavin follows me upstairs to my second-floor apartment. I manage to afford my own place, but it has about five percent of the amenities that his building does. He’s never complained when he’s stayed here.

  “Get whatever you need to spend the night. It’ll be a late night, so we’ll drive back tomorrow. I already have a hotel reservation, so we’re set,” Gavin says.

  I don’t argue about him springing this on me at the last minute. Who turns down America’s favorite skivvy pusher when he asks you to go away for the weekend? Not me. We’ve stayed over at each other’s places, but we’ve never traveled together. I’d like to think this is a good next step for our relationship, but who knows what the hell is going on here?

  Riffling through clothes in my closet, I try to figure out what to wear under his jersey to stay warm enough at the game. I’m sure he won’t want me to wear a jacket over it. Gavin decides to pick out my jeans and underwear while he waits. Of course, he goes straight for the tight skinny jeans and the red lace underwear set.

  “Subtle,” I say. “Go Buckeyes.”

  “Hey, you got to pick out my underwear, so it’s only fair I get to pick out yours.”

  “You got dressed by yourself this morning. I didn’t pick anything out.”

  “So you had nothing to do with my lifetime supply of boxer briefs?”

  He’s right. “Kevin Jack doesn’t want you wearing an
ything else. You’re their spokesmodel. They’d probably be willing to pay you extra for every time you’re photographed in public with a hint of their underwear band poking out of your jeans. Is there some way you could do your post-game press conferences with it showing?”

  “I told you I’m done with that kind of work.”

  “Well, they’re not done with you. Especially after you went to the Pro Bowl. I’m sure they’d give you a huge payment for more ads.”

  “Tap is shy. Maybe he only wants you peeping at him in my KJs.”

  I laugh because it’s absurd that he’s putting up this bashful front. He agreed to be a freaking underwear model and have the ads plastered all over America.

  “Come on, just wear these. It’ll be good luck.” He offers the red underwear to me with a persuasive smile.

  I take the red bra and panties and put them on. Despite my complaints, I don’t mind wearing his OSU colors. In a weird way, it kind of feels like he’s branding me, like when he put me in his jersey, and that isn’t something I’m inclined to reject.

  I finish dressing and throw some clothes and toiletries into a bag. I don’t have any condoms, but I’m sure Gavin took care of that. There’s no way he’d take me away for a night without packing any protection. Sure, we’ve knocked the edge off, but we’ve got a couple more rounds left in us today. I’m making up for lost time, and he’s being very accommodating. Or he’s just horny. Either way, I’m getting what I want, and so is he.

  After a few minutes fixing my hair and makeup, I’m ready to go. Gavin carries my bag, copping a feel of my butt as we walk down the stairs. The sweetness of him taking my bag without my asking, mixed with him groping my ass, is so Gavin-like that I smile. I missed this about him while he was away.

  “I like these jeans.” He holds the door open for me as we step outside.

  “I kind of figured that when you picked them out for me to wear.”

  Giving my butt one last pat, he releases it so I can get into the passenger side of his car. Handing over my bag, he shuts the door behind me.

  Gavin settles in the driver’s seat while I grab a bottle of water out of his backpack. Just like I thought, there’s a whole box of condoms under his clothes. I pull it out so I can check how many the package contains.