“That won't be necessary,” says a deep voice behind us.
I spin around and my heart nearly stops. Gavin is standing in the doorway, glaring at Vandenburgh, his eyes burning with wrath.
“M–Mr. Adams,” Vandenburgh stutters, his face turning as white as a sheet. “I thought you were gone on your flight.”
“Change of plans. I forgot something very important here,” Gavin replies, walking up to Vandenburgh. He looks at me, his eyes full of burning intensity.
I blink several times, wanting to pinch myself. Is this real? It can’t be.
“I thought we had an agreement,” Gavin growls, turning his gaze back to Vandenburgh. “I asked you to cut Brianna some slack.”
“I–I . . .” Vandenburgh goes silent, then puffs out his chest. “I’m the general manager of this establishment. And while you might be famous, you don't have any say over how I do my job. Miss Sayles is fired because she’s a horrible employee. And if you don't take your little pet and be gone from here, I’m going to have you both escorted out in handcuffs.”
Gavin laughs. “I’m afraid you don't have that power anymore.”
“You will get out now—” Vandenburgh stops, confused. “What do you mean?”
Gavin’s grin is just as malicious as Vandenburgh’s was a few minutes ago. “I made a few phone calls. Spoke with a few shareholders. Did you know that one of them happens to be a very big Gavin Adams fan? So he did me a little favor.” Gavin smiles. “You’re fired. The hotel’s looking for a new general manager as we speak.”
Vandenburgh’s mouth opens and closes, and I swear he looks like Mindy’s fish down in the coffee shop. “What? Impossible! You’re lying!”
Gavin shakes his head. “Call Mr. Layman himself.” Gavin raises his nose and speaks in his best Vandenburgh impression, “You are hereby relieved of duties . . . forthwith.”
“You’re a liar!” Vandenburgh howls. He digs his phone out of his pocket and dials, his face sweating as he talks to the person on the other end of the line. “Yes, Mr. Layman . . . yes. But sir, I . . . yes. Yes . . . sir! Sir, please! Yes–yes sir.”
Vandenburgh turns off the phone, face white as a sheet, and he turns his rage-filled eyes on me. “You,” he snarls, stabbing a pudgy finger at my face. “It was all because of you that this happened!”
Vandenburgh starts to step toward me, but in a swift move, Gavin steps in front of me and Vandenburgh suddenly changes his mind. Huffing angrily, he turns and storms from the room, yelling, “You haven’t heard the last from me!”
“Indeed.” Gavin chuckles, tossing him a little wave as he goes and slamming the door on his way out. When he’s gone, Gavin turns to me, smiling a little and jamming his hands in his pockets. “Well.”
I’m shaking, I’m so anxious and shocked. “Well what?”
Gavin laughs, rubbing his head and wincing as he hits his stitches. “Is that how you greet a man who just turned around a private plane and pissed off his team’s owner so he could come back to you?”
I gape in astonishment.
Gavin moves in close, placing his arms around my waist. What he said hits me, and I start to tremble. In a heartbeat, everything I’ve been holding against him—the money, him being an egotistical lady slayer, the cockiness—it all slips away. “You said you came back for something very important,” I breathe, biting my lip. “Did you find it?”
“Yes,” Gavin says. “I did. The love of my life.”
His words are like a freight train, nearly knocking me off my feet. I can’t believe this. Tears form in my eyes as I look up at him. “You can’t mean that. You’ve only known me for a week.”
“I do,” he says, pulling me closer. “Sometimes, you just know.”
I can no longer hold them back. The droplets start rolling down my cheeks. “But what about the team? Your workouts, all the—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, putting a finger to my lips. “I’ll get it worked out. None of those things matters to me right now.”
“But . . .” I protest weakly, my heart pounding so hard my vision blurs.
“I love you, Brianna Sayles, and I think I’ve loved you from the moment I set eyes on you,” Gavin declares.
The breath stills in my lungs, the weight of his words pressing down on me. There is nothing but sincerity in his eyes. He truly means it. He's going to do whatever it takes to make it work. Oh, my God.
“I love you too,” I reply, barely able to get the words out as I cup his face, my chest swirling with a maelstrom of emotion. “But I need your help with something,” I plead.
“What?” he asks, and I smile, standing on my tiptoes to softly kiss him on the lips.
“Take me,” I whisper, my body burning with need, my legs trembling with anticipation. “Now.”
Gavin picks me up, carrying me over to the bed. “You don't have to tell me twice.”
Chapter 30
Gavin
It must be a medical miracle.
At the first touch of her lips on mine and when she says she loves me, all the pain in my head disappears and fresh strength fills my body. She’s like a feather as I pick her up in my arms and carry her over to the bed, laying her down like she’s the most precious diamond on earth.
I lie down next to her, kissing her lips softly again, wanting this time to be different from any other time we’ve been together. We’ve fucked. We’ve had sex. Now, it’s time for something special.
“Brianna,” I whisper in her ear, kissing along the pink shell curve and nibbling. She responds with a breathy moan and her fingers dig into my neck, scratching lightly.
“Gavin,” she moans, her other hand trying to get the buttons on my shirt undone. “Gavin, I want to feel you inside me.”
“You will,” I reassure her, kissing down her neck to the collar of her polyester maid uniform. I chuckle, thinking how sexy Brianna is that she can make this cheap rag look seductive. I find the zipper and pull it down, kissing lower as her creamy pale skin is exposed to my lips. “You will.”
“No,” she says, her voice desperate with a need that makes me lift my head from the hollow between her breasts, wondering. Brianna strokes my hair, biting her lower lip before she makes her decision. “No condom this time.”
I nod, my heart swelling as we both know the trust involved. I lower my head again, kissing and sucking on her breasts until I reach the edge of her bra before I sit up, easing the uniform off her shoulders. Brianna sits up, helping me shrug the one-piece outfit off before she takes off her bra and panties, stretching out beautifully nude again for me, her nipples already hard and her cheeks flushed with desire.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” I say, stepping off the bed only long enough to take off my clothes before I join her, laughing when my shin bumps against something hard and cool. “You forgot your shoes.”
Brianna looks down and laughs lightly. “Sort of distracted.”
“Let me,” I answer, kissing her fingertips before covering her body in soft kisses, working my way down to her feet and unknotting the black sneakers and taking them off.
I caress her foot, kissing my way up the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs as I work my way toward the pink petals of her wet, glistening pussy. “My sweet little Bunny.”
Brianna chuckles at my nickname, blushing deeper. “If you mean I want to go at you like a rabbit, you’re right.”
“Well, let’s find out,” I reply, reaching out with my tongue to trace the soft lips of her pussy. She’s tangy and sweet, that amazing Brianna flavor that I love, and as I nibble and suck on her pussy, her soft moans and cries of pleasure guide my tongue. I stroke her inner folds with the tip of my tongue, gathering her honey before I suck harder. I greedily drink her juices as her back arches and she grabs my head, grinding her pussy against my eager tongue and lips.
“Gavin, yes,” Brianna moans as I find the hard clit and flick my tongue over it, stroking it in just the way that she likes best. Circling, I find her sp
ecial spot and start sucking while with my right hand, I slide a finger inside her to rub at her inner button.
“Mmm,” I moan against her clit as her pussy grips my finger and I start to rub, my finger and tongue stroking in tandem to bring her higher and higher. Her body starts to shake, and she pulls my hair harder, causing a little bit of pain from my stitches, but I don’t care.
“Gavin . . . Gavin, I’m . . . oh,” she groans before her hips lift, her thighs squeezing my head tightly as she comes, her voice rising into a breathless cry of ecstasy. I stay still, not wanting to torture her as she rides it out, my finger clamped deep inside her.
When she comes down, she’s gasping, trembling, but the look in her eyes tells me that she wants more. “Better?”
I kiss my way up her body, sucking her left nipple and biting down a little. She hums happily as she strokes my shoulders and back, cooing. “Gavin, you can do that to me any time you want.”
“I plan on it,” I answer, working my way back up to her lips and tasting them. She sucks on my tongue, my passion rising when she wraps her legs around my waist and I can feel the warm wetness of her pussy sliding against the base of my cock. “Brianna . . .”
“You were soft and tender, and I thank you,” she says, stroking my face before grinning. “But now . . . give it to me. All of it.”
I line up with Brianna’s entrance and push in, watching her face for the first sign of pain. I’m shocked as I sink deeper and deeper, half my cock, three quarters . . . all of my cock in one smooth, tight stroke that leaves us both trembling again.
She’s still tight, her body gripping my cock perfectly as I push her knees up, opening her up more before I pull back, stroking in and out slowly, taking my time. My body is on fire as my cock is caressed and squeezed in a way that it’s never felt before.
“Brianna,” I growl, my eyes opening wide when she grabs my arms and digs her fingers in, a sliver of pain driving me to my animal point. “Get ready.”
She doesn’t say anything, but the sexy, feral grin on her face as I thrust my cock in hard tells me that she loves it too, and in seconds, the only sounds in the room are our harsh breathing and the sexy smack of our hips as I pound Brianna’s body.
“Yes . . . yes . . . yes!” She grunts each time my balls slap against her ass, and I hear a creak as the headboard of the bed starts to hit the wall. My cock throbs, feeling fuller and harder than ever before in my life as I speed up, grinding my hips against her clit with each hammering thrust, driving into her with everything I have.
Brianna brings her hands up to my shoulders, clinging tightly as I speed up more and more, giving her everything I have, and she takes it, returning it to me with passion and desire. Sweat trickles down my face as I look into her beautiful eyes and she looks into mine, soulmates who have finally found each other, and in her eyes, I see a future. Not one of failure, but of love and acceptance, of success.
“Harder,” she gasps, and somehow, I find the strength to up my efforts even more, pounding her so hard it sounds like she’s getting spanked each time and my hips start to ache from the pounding action. I groan, my cock swelling inside her, and Brianna’s fingers dig harder into my shoulders, her eyes going wide. “Yes . . . come in me . . . yes!”
My balls grow tight and hard against my body, and I shudder on the edge when Brianna’s fingernails pierce my skin and I’m pushed over. I cry out, throwing my head back to scream my ecstasy as I fill her, fill my angel with what she wants, my cock seeming to be a never-ending stream of come and passion.
Brianna moans, her own cries joining mine as she comes again, her pussy squeezing my cock and sending me on another wave of intense feeling, my arms trembling and my heart skipping beats in my chest so often that I think I’m going to pass out.
When the moment passes, I look into her eyes, resting my forehead against hers, sharing her breath. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Brianna says, gently stroking my neck.
We stay there for a long time until I slip out and lie next to her, letting her pillow her head on my chest. We both hum with the glow of what we just did, and Brianna smiles after a moment, running her fingers over the ridges of my abs.
“I don’t need to ask anymore,” she says with a chuckle before sighing happily. “I know you liked it.”
I laugh softly, stroking her hair and kissing her head. “You have no idea how perfect you are for me.”
Brianna nuzzles my chest, humming happily. “I think I fell in love with it the first time I saw it.”
“It?” I ask, and Brianna nods, reaching down to wrap her fingers around my half-soft cock and stroking it.
“The Anaconda.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I groan, rolling my eyes as her soft hand strokes me, my cock certainly liking the attention again.
“It was a joke,” she says with a laugh, kissing my chin as her hand keeps pumping my cock. Fresh tingles of desire course through me, and I moan softly even as I laugh.
“Between you and me, I’ll be fine if I don’t hear another cock joke for another hundred years.”
Brianna smiles, shifting her body to look up at me. “But you love me.”
I nod, my cock growing hard again from her attentions, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing. “Of course, I love you now and forever.”
Brianna smiles and swings her leg up and over my now fully hard cock, sinking down onto it and moaning deeply as I fill her again, my hands resting on her hips before she leans forward and kisses me. “And I love you, Gavin Adams.”
Epilogue
Gavin
The plane is the same one as last time, although the team is making me pay for the flight time myself as punishment for the mess that happened two days ago, but I don’t care. What’s important is the person sitting next to me as I reach across the small divider and take Brianna’s hand. “First plane ride?”
She shakes her head, turning her head away from the rapidly shrinking town below us to look in my eyes. “I once flew to Pueblo to see my Dad, but I ended up driving back when the visit went weird and I cut it short. It’s actually where I bought my car.”
I laugh, leaning back as we rise to our cruising altitude and the flight attendant comes around with the beverage cart. “I guess it’s something I’ve gotten used to. I probably have enough frequent flier miles to fly around the world.”
Bri leans her seat back and sips her drink. “So, what now?”
I shrug, glad that Miranda decided to take a commercial flight back. I like the privacy with Brianna. “I’ve got offseason workouts starting tomorrow, but that’s only a couple of hours in the mornings mostly. Summer camp starts next month, but you’ll be going back to school then.”
“On a much heavier schedule,” she mentions, and I look over questioningly. “I decided, Gavin, that if you want to help me, I’m going to talk to the university. If I bust my ass, I can finish up my Master’s for a January graduation.”
“Do it,” I reassure her. “You’ve got the brains and the talent to be whatever you want.”
Brianna smiles, looking at me carefully. “Gavin, I love you, but I have to ask . . . can you do the long-distance relationship thing? I mean—”
“I promise you, Brianna. I’m going to commit to this.”
She smiles at me and says, “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
* * *
January
The plane ride is short, just ninety minutes from takeoff to landing, and the car’s waiting for me as I drive through town to the university, walking up to the gates to see Mindy waiting for me, just like she said she would, bundled up but still looking Mindy-cute in a skirt with thick leggings. “You made good time.”
I give her a hug—after all, she’s Brianna’s best friend—squeezing tightly. “Sorry about the attire. Jumped on the plane directly after the game.”
“Bah, you’re more comfortable than I am,” she says with her normal sarcasm. “Sorry about the season.”
; “This is more important,” I reply as we head through the gates and stand on the edge of the field. The graduates are seated by degree, and I watch as the Dean speaks again.
“Brianna Sayles, Business Management.”
Mindy and I both explode in cheers, Mindy’s piercing whistle shrilling across the entire stadium, making Brianna turn from the stage a hundred yards away, waving. We quiet down as the others are announced and Bri goes back to her seat, talking quietly.
“So, how’s the coffee shop?”
Mindy chuckles. “You asking as my bestie’s man, or as part-owner of the place?”
After getting Vandenburgh fired, I made an investment, purchasing the hotel coffee shop and making Mindy the manager. She’s doing a good job. The place is turning a tidy profit, a bit more than before, and I think it’s money well-spent. Best of all, Bri’s been able to work on a part-time schedule when she wants. “Both.”
“We're doing fine. Having Gavin Adams stuff on the walls has certainly helped with the tourist trade. Although I still get more tips.”
“Oh, why’s that?”
Mindy laughs. “On jersey days, I pull mine tighter to show more cleavage. Bri wears hers with a total ‘my boyfriend’s hot as hell’ vibe.”
When the ceremony finishes and the hats are tossed, I find Brianna right in the middle of the field like we’d planned, sweeping her into a hug and kissing her deeply. “I’m so proud of you, babe!”
“Thanks,” Brianna says, giggling as I spin her around. “Hey, I saw it on my phone—sorry about the playoffs.”
I shrug, setting her down. “Four touchdowns though, a hell of a game to go out on.”
“What do you mean, go out on?” she asks, and I grin, springing my first surprise.
“I decided—I told the team I’m not coming back next year. They weren’t too upset. They’ll save a ton on salary cap. I’m retiring from football, babe. It’s been coming for a long time now. I’m done with being a celebrity and living in the limelight.”
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