by Ryan, Syd
“Miss Jenkins, you are the star of the show tonight. I have no doubt you will be outshining everyone.”
I don’t know how to respond; he left me speechless. So I resort to what I know best, which is bullshit conversation. “Are you ready to head out?” I lock my apartment like Fort Knox, per Gavin’s instructions, and we head out to meet Grayson and Regan for dinner.
Pulling up to York’s Steakhouse, my nerves are on edge. I think it’s the realization that this could be considered a date. I have boundaries in place with Gavin, but I seem to be breaking them every time I turn around. I don’t know how to change it. I’m on a rollercoaster ride and want to get off, but I keep going on the ride over and over. The insanity of it—I can’t figure it out. I would be lying if I said I don’t enjoy spending time with him.
When we get to the car, Gavin continues to be the gentlemen he is and opens my door. He takes another look at my heels and offers his arm for me to hold. “I like the heels, Jamie. I look forward to getting better acquainted with them,” he informs me with a smirk on his face. I like the sexual side of Gavin dropping little hints, making clear his intentions.
Grayson and Regan are already in the waiting area of the restaurant. “Hey, guys, good to see you,” Gavin says as he and Grayson share some type of bro hug/handshake. “Waiting long?”
“No, we just got here. I had to allow enough time to get my stomach settled. The morning sickness hits me any time of day unless I’m sleeping. I hope this will not last another six weeks, I’m pretty sure I will not survive it.” Regan looks tired. The pregnancy is trying to wipe off her sun-kissed complexion.
The hostess takes us back to our table, and we order drinks. Regan ordering a Shirley Temple gives us a little chuckle. The guys order domestic beers. I order an Absolut with cranberry with a lime. I decide I will be abiding by a two-drink limit; I want to keep my inhibitions in check for the evening.
The food orders have been placed. Regan is going to town on the breadbasket. No one at the table has big enough balls to say something to her. The guys talk baseball, and I take it all in. I’m too much of a talker, and I realize at this moment I do enjoy just listening. Regan throws back her drink as if it has liquor in it, and we all laugh our asses off at her. I needed this night with my bestie. She gets me. It is as simple as that, and it works for us.
As the table calms down, Regan says, “We are planning a shotgun wedding.”
“Hell no, not a shotgun wedding.” I say in a smart ass tone.
“We want to have a beach wedding in about eight weeks. I want to give the nausea time to calm down. A small, simple wedding with the people who mean the most to us. Of course, I want you as my maid of honor. I need all the help I can get before Momma Patty turns this into a huge spectacle of a Southern wedding.”
“I couldn’t be more honored to help you, but are you sure that you don’t want Missey standing up there with you? Regan, you will not hurt my feelings.”
“I think this baby is going to be wiping me out. Missey doesn’t have the extra time to help, and I need you by my side.” I stand up and go to her side of the table, giving her the biggest hug, grateful for the best friend she is to me. Regan takes my embrace, even though I’m squishing her tightly. Gavin has the biggest smile on his face.
I hope I don’t ruin my friendship with Regan when I tell her the truth about my family. I think Gavin has picked up on my anxiety. He looks directly into my eyes, hoping to settle me. I get back in my chair, and he puts my hand in his and holds it tightly, saying everything that needs to be expressed without saying anything at all.
“I’m so excited for you guys. I know you are going to be great parents.” I say feeling honored to be included in Regan’s life.
Dinner is served, and our waitress is in a huff. She keeps looking at Gavin and Grayson like she wants both of them to fuck her. She refills our glasses, and her flirting is even more apparent. Regan and I exchange a look; she knows it is about to be on. The waitress appears to be nothing special. She looks a little anorexic if you ask me. She has dry brown hair up in a ponytail, with a classic waitress’s uniform. I plan to address her behavior, but I will wait until we are about to walk out. She will figure it out herself before you know it.
Gavin and Grayson eat large porterhouse steaks. I wonder where that lean man puts it all. Maybe we can do an extracurricular workout later. It sounds appealing, and I have no doubt Gavin will be on board. Regan and I have small filet mignon steaks, and I eat all mine leaving nothing behind. Regan takes a few bites, and she is quickly done with it. I think the bread filled her up.
Regan looks disappointed she couldn’t eat her steak. Gavin and Grayson argue about paying the bill. Regan and Grayson can’t accept it as a gift, congratulating them on the upcoming nuptials and the new baby on the way. Gavin pays and agrees to let Grayson pay next time.
As we pay the bill, I call the waitress out on her shit. “Did you enjoy flirting with our men? Couldn’t you pick up on the fact that they were here with their girlfriends? Or are you that self-absorbed that you think they will dump us and go home and fuck you tonight? Let me make this clear to you, the only fucking these guys do will be with us. Stop trying to be a whore, you would be surprised at how well that will work for you.” The waitress is speechless. “Oh, by the way, we paid our bill to your manager. I’m sure your manager will be talking to you shortly, probably just to fire you.” Grayson and Gavin stare at me, not knowing what to say. Regan looks thrilled.
As we say our goodbyes, Regan is barely able to avoid getting sick. I had a great time spending the evening with her. I needed this more than I thought. I admit I’m a little jealous of her and Grayson. Yes, she is unwed and pregnant. But she knows what she wants, and she is delighted and wouldn’t have it any other way. She is in love and happy with her life. I wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t even go back to work after having this baby.
I never thought I would want marriage and the white picket fence. But I like the happily ever after. Spending the evening with Regan, I want this more than ever. The million-dollar question is if I’m worthy of it.
Chapter 24
I enjoyed dinner with my bestie. Regan has always been a breath of fresh air. She consistently has a positive attitude, and it rubs off on the people around her. I think it’s because of her family. They surround her with love and support, as it should be. I soak it up as much as possible. Leaving dinner, I feel giddy. Hanging with Regan, I get that a lot.
Gavin and I drive back to his place in silence. One of the reasons I enjoy Gavin is we do not have to talk all the time. His hand is on my thigh. The heat is unexpected but wanted. I even catch myself spreading my legs a little further apart. The fabric between us isn’t enough to keep me from wanting him to touch me more. The sexual tension continues between us on the way home.
The alcohol I consumed wasn’t a lot—just enough to stop the nervousness within me. It’s completely different from the first time we were together. We drank like it was the last day alcohol would be on earth. Gavin never loses his inhibitions. He is a thoughtful, controlled man. I wonder if something happened that night that caused him drink like a wild man on a mission. Hopefully, it wasn’t me that caused him to drink that much.
We arrive back, and the entire neighborhood looks blacked out. Glancing at the time on my cell phone, I realize it’s almost 11:00 p.m. I’m scheduled to go in tomorrow morning at nine, which is way better than seven. I used to be able to do mornings when I was taking care of the kids, but I got lazy in my old age. Well, it is not my old age, but my late nights at the bar.
Gavin takes my bag from the back and walks around to open my car door.
“Gavin, what time do you have to be at work tomorrow?”
“I don’t have patients on the schedule tomorrow until the afternoon. I can go in whenever. I was planning to go in when you go to work. Do not forget anger management is tomorrow.”
I roll my eyes. I hope I can get away from the unit. Gavi
n smirks at me, knowing what I’m thinking. “I’m sure it will not be a problem. I will let Erin know your attendance is mandatory.
I know this is not an argument I will win. I have three more sessions left, and I cannot wait for this to be off my back. “Gavin, you win.”
He takes my hand. “This is not about winning, I just want you to get this completed. I want the worry about your job off your back, James.” I love the way he says “James,” in that sweet, loving way, to calm me.
Gavin unlocks the door, gesturing for me to go first. He drops my bag to the floor, and the noise causes me to turn around. Gavin is on me before I know it. He pushes me up against the counter. I spread my legs apart, allowing him to get closer to me. We start to kiss and, initially, it is a battle of the tongues. Our craving for each other is consuming us.
“I fucking need you.” The lust in his voice has never been more evident. I know, at this moment, I won’t stop him. I can’t hold off anymore; I want it too much. I pray it doesn’t bite me in the ass in the long run.
Gavin moves my thong aside and touches me; after kissing him, I am already wet. Hell, just the feeling of his body touching mine almost put me there. I have no shame in admitting it. He gently runs his finger up and down my slit before removing the thong. He cleans his finger, tasting me like I am his favorite ice cream. “Jamie, you’re perfection,” he says gutturally. There is no way in hell I am stopping this. I’m grateful I have my La Perla underwear and bra on. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect if I had planned it.
“Let’s move this into the bedroom, we will save the kitchen counter for another day,” Gavin says with a chuckle. As he turns, I see his dick standing at full attention. I can’t wait to lick and suck his cock.
I follow him to his bedroom. I decide to make this easy for him and pull my dress over my head. I toss it on his chair without caring that the dress was far from cheap. My only focus is getting fucked by Gavin, and it can’t happen soon enough. He is looking at me, and his focus is so strong he could easily win a staring contest. I stand before him in my LaPerla triangle bra with macramé detailing, finished in stretch georgette silk with a matching PETIT MACRAMÉ baby-blue thong. I own only two La Perla matching sets because La Perla is not designed for brand-new-nurse budgets. I leave my heels on so he can decide if he wants to feel them against his back as he fucks me into oblivion.
I stand there, not saying a word, watching all the ways he could fuck me go through his head. “Need help?”
“Get on the bed.
I seductively climb toward the headboard, giving him a little show. Then I flip over on my back. I spread my legs wide, hoping he takes the hint and gets in between them.
Gavin takes his shirt off first, followed by his pants and socks and shoes. He keeps his boxer briefs on, clearly defining his giant cock. Now I’m lying here wondering how many ways he could fuck me. His V, leading to his happy trail, is on full display. I make a mental note to run my tongue along it very slowly.
Gavin stands at the edge of the bed and removes my heels, spreading my legs even wider, kissing my thighs until he reaches my center. His eyes are closed with concentration, and the first lick has me screaming. I have no clue what I am screaming; it could have been his name, God, or the baseball scores. He continues to feast on me until I scream during my orgasm. I never appreciated the fact that he lives in a house, not an apartment, more than I do at this very moment. Gavin did all this while moving my thong to the side.
Giving me a moment to recover, he removes his underwear, and I see the precum at his tip. I want to lick it off. I can tell this is Gavin’s show; I’m along for the ride. He comes back to the bed, removing my underwear, giving me a look that lets me know I can stop this if I want to. I do not have one moment of uncertainty about this happening between us. Gavin slides my thong down my legs, gently tossing it on the floor. My bra is the only garment on my body.
He opens the drawer beside his bed, getting a condom. At this moment, I want nothing between us. I have never done that before but, with him, I want it this way. “Gavin, I have an IUD, and I’m clean. It’s your call.”
Gavin’s eyes sparkle like a kid on his birthday. “Are you sure, Jamie? I’m clean. I have always worn a condom.” I nod. He kisses me with so much intensity I’m entirely consumed by the moment. The kiss tastes like me and his domestic beer from dinner. He starts to kiss down my neck. He lifts my bra and sucks my left nipple into a hard point; then he repeats the process on the right. I couldn’t stop this train wreck if I wanted to. “I want nothing between us, I love having you completely open for me. No clothes, no bra, and no condom. I want our bodies to touch each other without any barriers,” Gavin says softly in my ear. I sit up, making it easier to remove the last item standing between us.
Gavin places his tip at my entrance, and I move my hips to meet him. He backs up slightly so he can rub his length on my clit, getting his cock even wetter. With the initial push, he says, “Fuck...you’re so tight.” He pushes into me a few more times, and I open wider for him.
“Don’t stop, please.” I couldn’t imagine this moment between us any other way. I want him, every inch he has to give me. He buries his face in my neck, and I am loving the scruff against my face. He fucks me by pushing inside and lowering his body against me. Gavin’s cock rubs my clit with each stroke he gives me. “Jamie, you going to cum for me.” The instruction is all I need to get there. His cock rubs against my clit a few more times, and I am screaming with ecstasy. I am saying his name over and over as I’m coming down from this orgasm. As I say his name for the last time, quietly, he shoves his cock into me with a ferocity that puts my body on full alarm. The quiet that was in me turns into a scream as he continues to fuck me hard, chasing his own orgasm. Gavin’s thrusts become even harder, if that is possible. He spreads my legs a couple of inches farther apart, and he is so deep in this position.
“I think I’m going to cum again.”
“Get there, Jamie. Fucking get there.” A few more thrusts in this position are all that I need to go off like a Fourth of July firework. “Fuck...I’m coming. Gavin...please.” The orgasm rips through me, almost causing me to black out. A few more shoves into me, and Gavin is coming inside of me with my name on his lips.
Gavin lifts his body just enough that I can breathe without difficulty, giving us a couple of minutes to get our breathing back to normal. He gets up and goes into the master bathroom. He brings back a washcloth, and I couldn’t be more grateful. “Thank God, I can’t even move.”
Gavin chuckles as he cleans between my legs. He puts the washcloth back in the bathroom and comes back to bed. I lift my ass up, and he moves the covers down the bed before pulling them over us. He spoons me from behind, my favorite position. He kisses my neck and whispers, “Night, James.”
“Night, Gav.”
Chapter 25
The light peeks through the blinds as I became conscious and ready for the day ahead. “Shit, I didn’t set my alarm last night!” I jump out of bed without any clothes. I go to Gavin’s dresser to look at his phone; the time is only 7:22 a.m. “Thank fuck,” I say as I go to the bathroom and empty my bladder. The anxiety leaves my body immediately.
In my haste, I wake up Gavin without wanting to. I walk back into the bedroom, and the sight before me is beautiful. Gavin is lying on his side, his messy hair across the pillow. His eyes are still sleepy. “I’m sorry for waking you up. I didn’t set the alarm before we went to bed last night.”
“Come back to bed.” I couldn’t tell him no even if I had the desire to.
“I can’t be going back to sleep, Gavin. I’m already on Erin’s shit list.”
“We will not be going back to sleep.” His eyebrows quirk up, showing he means business. I couldn’t envision spending the morning any other way. I climb back into bed, allowing him to spoon me from behind. A few light kisses on my neck turn into licking my neck. “No.” I say no to the bites on my neck showing his ownership of me from the nig
ht we spent together.
With a chuckle he puts one hand between my legs, and the other hand massages my breast.
“Oh, I see how you want this morning to work.”
Gavin rubs my clit in circles, finding the perfect spot to create the sensation I want. I am getting wetter and don’t want him to stop. He puts two fingers in me, pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit. A couple of minutes later, I’m soaked and enjoying a morning orgasm courtesy of Gavin.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
I giggle at that, knowing full well I enjoyed this morning. Gavin’s dick is hard as a rock alongside my ass. He quickly turns me on my back. I spread my legs, inviting him to go between them. He accepts the invitation, and we enjoy a good morning fuck.
We lie in bed a few minutes to enjoy each other before getting ready for work. “Before you suggest it, we are not showering together. If we do, I will never make it to work.”
“If you insist, Jamie, but you don’t know what you are missing out on.”
“I know exactly what I’m going to be missing, and I plan to keep my job today.”
“I’m so glad we had sex last night, it had been so long since we had sex.”
I’m getting ready to burst his bubble. “Gavin, we never had sex before last night.”
“What are you talking about? We had sex the...the night you spent here after the bar.”
“Gavin, we drank a lot that night, you even more than me. We messed around, I had an orgasm, but that is where it stopped. You had whiskey dick. I sucked your dick, and it didn’t get hard, and before I knew it, you were passed out.”
Gavin looks confused.
“I promise you we had a great time talking after the bar. I think you had three or four whiskeys when we got home. We had the Uber bring us because neither of us was in any shape to drive.” Apparently, he is thinking back to that night, hoping the memories will resurface.