Untamed: A fake relationship, small town romance (Gritt Family Book 3)

by Gabrielle G.

  “Do you, sweetheart? Did your mama teach you?” There is not one ounce of animosity toward Ave when Paulette says so, and I wonder if Avery being kicked out of her place has everything to do with Noah being an asshole and nothing to do with Paulette. Lex nods, and Paulette raises an eyebrow, non-verbally asking me if she can come closer. I agree, seeing as Alexis seems to be okay. While she lowers herself on all fours and starts crawling toward us, I genuinely look at her. Dark curly hair with black doe-eyes, and what she’s doing right now, while unconsciously displaying her umber-brown full cleavage, would have had my dick rocket to the sky a couple of weeks ago. Now though? Nothing. She sits next to us and gives Lex a warm smile.

  “Do you like mermaids?” Paulette asks, pointing at the sparkling mermaid on Lex’s T-shirt. Lex nods furiously and shifts her body to face Paulette entirely. I lay back on my hands and start to relax, seeing that the two seem to get along.

  “You?” It’s the most critical question Alexis will ever ask an adult. Dex answered that he liked them only on a plate of sushi, and let’s say, he’s not Lex’s favorite. Not that he cares, he hates children before they become teenagers. The guy likes assholes, that’s for sure.

  “Yes, but I’m not sure I like them more or less than unicorns.” Paulette for the win. Lex slides from my lap to sit on the floor closer to her stepmother. Both start a very animated conversation about pandas, sloths, and narwhal, and who am I to stop them from bonding over such amazing animals. I stand, but Lex freezes instantly.

  “Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m just gonna check on Mommy real quick. Okay?” I send a final glance, but Paulette reassures me with a nod of her head. She’s got this. I knew she would. Only dickwads like Noah can’t deal with my bundle of cuteness.

  “Banarbas is my bestest friend,” I hear her confide to Paulette while I open the door to check on Avery, and I let my heart swell a little more for that little girl.

  Once outside, I’m not surprised to find Noah red in the face with resentment and Avery standing proud with one hand on her waist and a finger to his face, plastering him like she did with the bullies at school when we were kids. I don’t know if it’s because she’s living with me now and I try to take care of Lex as much as I can so she has time for herself, or if she always has been that gorgeous, but her hair is the color of a light sunset, and her skin glows in the afternoon light. I can’t see her chest under the baggy T-shirt she is wearing, but her shoulder is showing, and I can see every freckle on it. The freckles I used to make fun of; the same ones I want to kiss. I swallow the grunt forming in my throat at the sight of her.

  “Everything alright, sugar?” I stroll toward them to deliver some not so needed backup.

  “Yes, I was telling Noah he was going to go back inside, sit and freaking talk about mermaids for hours if he has to because if he wants a relationship with Alexis, it’s on her terms and mine, not on his. It also isn’t a pissing contest with you, but if he wants to try, he can, but should be aware there are big chances he’ll lose, seeing how Alexis loves you probably more than anybody else but me.”

  Paulette crawling on the floor, her huge tits bouncing right and left, nothing happened in my pants. Avery ripping off Noah’s head and angry as fuck, and my dick is fully awake, my chest is huffing with pride, and my legs shake at her bravery. I like her all Mama Bear. I like her a lot. Without one second thought, I take the last few steps parting us, cup my hands around her face and bring my lips to hers. Her eyes get panic-blue for a second, but I ignore it. I let my lips take care of her. She starts melting under my touch, loops her arms around my waist and opens her mouth to let my tongue caress hers. It feels like I’ve kissed every other girl and woman the wrong way for twenty-five years. It’s the same feeling as at The Bar. Whatever our lips, tongues, and teeth are doing, our mouths are telling each other how much we belong to one another. How we are one, and that we can deny it as much as we want, but we’re meant to be together, forever. Noah clears his throat behind us, and as much as I want to ignore him, I don’t. My hand leaves Avery’s face, and I throw my arm around my back to flip him my middle finger. I hear him mumble and walk away but keep my attention on Ave.

  I nibble at her bottom lip, give her a sweet peck and back away to look at her. Her eyes are blue-confusion, but her lips are red-desire.

  “What was that for?” she whispers, unsure. I wish I didn’t need a reason to kiss her.

  “That’s what a good boyfriend would do, I guess,” I lie, not wanting her to squeeze my heart so intensely that she’ll wound it for life. She smiles, her eyes blue-understanding that my words are the last wall of bullshit I have standing against my feelings for her. The door to our souls has been opened again, and for the near future, we can read one another like no one else can. For a fleeting moment, I’m the stuck-up one, and she’s the slut. We walk toward the house, holding hands to pretend we’re a couple in love, but all of a sudden, it feels like the pretend is a lie we can’t spread anymore.

  19

  Avery

  “That went well,” I tell Barnabas while sitting on the kitchen counter.

  Noah and Paulette left an hour ago, and Alexis was so excited about Paulette being her stepmother that it was hard to put her to bed. It’s bittersweet to see her so happy with people who caused me so much pain, but as a mother, I can’t let my personal experiences with someone influence her relationship with them. I didn’t do so for a long time with Barn, I won’t start with Noah.

  “I just hope dickwad doesn’t ruin her with his ugly personality,” Barnabas says, untwisting the cap of a beer and handing it to me. Opening the bag of chips on the counter, I take a few in my mouth and lick the salt off my lips. His eyes are devouring every one of my moves, and only the cracking noise of my teeth breaking the chips fill the room. Our gaze locks. There is something very animalistic about him tonight. He needs to hunt, and I’m the perfect prey he wants to pounce on, hard. The silence between us is a good warning of what is bound to happen. Washing them down with a sip of beer, I feel his eyes on my neck, but still try to ignore him as well as my panties getting wet just by his presence next to me.

  “Sugar.” Chills spread over me hearing his commanding tone. I take a handful of chips and shove them in my mouth so I can’t answer.

  “I want some chips too,” he says, coming closer to me. His proximity, his smell, his aura, anything him, makes me clench. I focus on his chest, put one last chip between my teeth and hand him the bag. Not caring for my offer, he steps between my legs, puts his hands on my thighs, leans in and eats the chip right from my mouth. His touch burns me as usual, and when his tongue cleans the salt off my lips, I moan, loudly.

  “Shhh, don’t wake up Lex,” he whispers, his fingers already working the button of my jeans. I wished I had worn a skirt today.

  “So do I, easier access to fuck you.” He bites at my neck, letting me wonder if I said it out loud or if he can really read my mind. As his teeth pinch at my skin, he lifts me up to remove my pants. He stops and inhales deeply once my panties are uncovered.

  “You turn me on so much that I want to howl.”

  “Barn,” I try to stop him, but my voice is more like a moan than a warning.

  His index finger brushes my panties, circling the spot created by my desire.

  “Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop, Ave. You just have to say no.” His finger is now caressing my clit through my underwear, and it’s so engorged I could come just by feeling the tip of his finger on me.

  “No kissing,” I mutter while his mouth attacks my collarbone. He steps away, searching for my eyes. There is too much at risk when we kiss, and I much prefer having his mouth on my body than his tongue fucking my soul.

  “Very Pretty Woman, darling.” He pushes my panties aside and coats his fingers in my juice.

  “I prefer for you to call me sugar,” I beg him to use my favorite nickname. He shakes his head, his eyes fire and ice at the same time.

  “I kiss my sugar,
but I fuck my darling. No kiss, no sugar, Ave.” And I want to tell him to kiss me then, that I’m his, that I want to be his sugar, but I also want him to fuck me and experience what Donna was talking about. So when two of his fingers enter me, I just moan and remove my top to present my breasts. But he ignores my tits all together, his eyes not even looking at them once.

  “The Barn you want tonight doesn’t like small tits, Ave.” His fingers reach deeper, and I groan.

  “I will leave you high and wet if you wake up Lex, darling,” he says, pumping into me and bringing his other hand to my mouth. “Bite into my palm if you need to but don’t make a noise.” He opens and closes his fingers inside me, slowly pushing my walls and then rotating them. It’s fantastic but not enough. I want to feel so full that I can’t move. My eyelids close with the weight of desire when I feel him tilt my pelvis, brush his thumb to my clenched hole, and vacuum my clit between his teeth. He is an octopus, his eight tentacles taking care of me. I bite him hard to stay quiet while a wave of pleasure takes over me.

  “Do you want my thumb inside you, darling?” I take his fingers in my mouth and start to suck him, the same way his mouth is on me. I lick, bite, suck as he does. When his thumb pushes inside me while his finger curves so three of his digits are cupping my core the same way two of his fingers are in my mouth and his other thumb is on my chin imprisoning my lower jaw, I come hard, riding his face and humming my orgasm around his fingers to swallow my cries. I’m just about done, but he removes every finger from me, steps back, and blows on my pussy. The loss is worse than not being able to scream while coming, and I clench hard around nothing. I know it’s my punishment for not allowing him to kiss me.

  He paints his lips with my cum and slowly darts his tongue out to clean them, before washing the taste with a sip of beer. “If I was sure you wouldn’t make a noise, I’d fuck you with a beer bottle, let your juice drip over the neck of it, and drink it afterward.” I blush, and it’s his turn to moan. “Pussy and beer, my two favorite juices that get me going.” He unbuckles his belt, drops his pants and underwear, removes his T-shirt by the back of the collar, and stands tall and proud. He’s naked in the middle of the kitchen, looking at me as if I wasn’t his sugar, or his Avery, but just another one of the pussies passing by. It hurts not to be treated like I’m his, but that’s what I need for my heart not to be at his mercy.

  “On your knees.” I fall from the counter to the floor, my mouth already open to blow him, but he backs away.

  “You'll be allowed to suck me whenever I'm granted the right to kiss you. I just need your cunt to blow my load.” I disobey and bring my mouth close to his tip, the drop of precum almost at my lips. Barnabas reaches his hands for my neck, grabs it without hurting me, and forces me to stand. He then brings his face close to mine, our lips grazing but not touching.

  “I said no.” He’s almost mean, in total control of what he wants to do to me. I wish his hands would hold me tighter, his lips would bite mine, and I would come under the pain he can inflict on me. My legs are jelly, my pussy drips, and when I feel his shaft against my clit, I thrust my hips against him, his tip opening my folds.

  “You want me to take you here, in the kitchen, without anything between us?” He scoops me in his arms and slams me against the fridge, probably denting the front door.

  “I’m on the pill,” I whisper, hoping he pushes inside me.

  “That wouldn’t matter. Are you clean?” I nod, trying to break my own rule and kiss him, but he pulls his face away.

  “I said, on your knees,” he repeats his command of a few seconds ago before letting me slide against his body and taunts me with his dick by pushing my head closer to it when my face is at the right height. I try to dart my tongue out for a taste, but he steps back again, just out of reach. His laugh is cruel and cold, and it breaks my heart to have been the one to convince him into this tonight.

  He looks at me, stroking himself, and sends me a wicked smile.

  “On your hands and knees. I don’t trust you with changing your mind and kissing me.” I hate being taken from behind. I need to look at him, touch him, connect with him, but I oblige knowing that if I want his cock, that’s the only way I can entirely have it. Positioning me, so my ass is higher than my shoulders, his cock tempts my lips, my clit, my pussy, before sliding along my rim. I’m loud again, trying to get him to push inside me. Folding over me and letting his dick rest on my clit, he grabs his T-shirt.

  “Put it in your mouth if you need to. I’m gonna make you scream, but remember, you can’t make noise,” he says, pushing the cloth against my mouth. Once he’s sure all my noises will be muffled, he starts to torture me again, dragging his dick slowly up and down my opening. The cold metal of his piercings contrasts against the heat of my flesh. Holding me by the hips, he slides very slowly inside me, his studs pushing one after the other against my perineum, sending mini-jolts of pleasure for every one of them, until he’s fully inside me up to his balls. I bite the shirt when he backs out as slowly as he came in, feeling everything again. He shifts slightly and he enters me, faster this time and only up to his first piercing. In and out, in and out, small orgasms bursting into me and building into one that I already know will make me lose my mind.

  “You’re creaming my dick, Ave. It’s so freaking beautiful.”

  “I want to see,” I say, removing his T-shirt from my mouth. He slams into me and pulls back out again. I squeal. One of his hands leaves my skin, and things move around on the floor.

  “Bite the T-shirt, darling. I’m gonna make you come like never before and take a video for you to see.” The naughtiness of the idea makes me tremble, and when he pushes his tip inside of me again, I clench around his shaft while he thrusts back and forth fast, each piercing feeling like a ladder I’m eager to climb to reach my nirvana. A warm sensation spreads on my ass, and he enters me there with his fingers, still plunging in me hard. Riding such an orgasm, I lose awareness of time and place, feeling myself floating above our bodies. He pulls back once more, unhurriedly. His dick pulses in me, just the tip, warm cum spurting on my ass, my cunt, my legs. Barnabas bites my ass cheek, and I yelp in pain, my pussy clenching one last time before exploding again and squirting my pleasure. Out of breath, I collapse, hoping Barn will cover me with his body and hug me while I come back to Earth.

  “That was…” I sigh, trying to find my words.

  “The first and last time I fuck you that way. If you don’t want to kiss me, we won’t fuck anymore. I’m not playing games with you, Ave. It’s time you stop playing games with me.” He stands, snatches his jeans from the floor, and walks away, pride in his step. I stay utterly perplexed, naked and mortified on the floor, afraid I might never experience something as intense again, but petrified of what we could have if I let him kiss me.

  20

  Barnabas

  I wake up in a pissy mood.

  If my balls aren’t throbbing anymore, it’s now my conscience that is sore. Avery not willing to give herself entirely to me isn’t surprising, but it doesn’t mean I have to accept it. She’s dry sand between my fingers, a shell broken into a million pieces, and I want her wet enough to build a castle that will shelter our lives. If she let me, I could be the hands molding her, but if she continues to give me more of her bullshit, I will be the waves destroying anything she tries to build with someone else. If I don’t believe in promises, I believe in soulmates, and I’m confident Avery is mine.

  Now, getting her to accept it is going to take vigorous persuasion skills.

  The first thing I know about Ave is that she loves animals.

  She’s the kind of woman who comments on every Facebook post about them with heart emojis when it’s cute and hates posts if it’s cruel. She likes animals more than humans, which is why I can’t understand why she despised me so much for years. She thought, maybe still thinks, that I’m a pig, and I’m well aware of it. Do I need to film myself kissing a baboon for her to send me a heart emoji? I’m seriousl
y considering it, except I have no clue where to find a baboon in upstate New York. For my mood to lighten, I decide to text Luke and rile him up a little.

  Me: Where can I get a baboon?

  Luke: For???

  I can imagine him looking at his phone, rolling his eyes. When you’re the youngest in a family like mine, you can almost do whatever you want, say the most stupid shit, and nobody moves a finger. I’m like the noise a fan makes, you know it’s there, but you don’t always hear it. And generally, when they hear me, I get slapped behind the head, even at my age.

  Me: I want to make a video of me with a baboon to send Avery.

  Luke: Bad idea.

  No shit, Sherlock!

  Me: Seriously, it would be cute.

  Luke: It wouldn’t.

  Me: Come on, imagine me kissing a monkey. That’s fun.

  Luke: Nope.

  Me: Should I fuck it instead?

  Luke: WTF?

  The fact that he thinks I’m really able to have such a thought shows how my brother doesn’t know me. Sal would have never fallen for such a comment.

  Me: So you aren’t going to help me?

  Luke: No.

  Me: I should have texted Dex.

  Luke: I dare you...

  Me: But I’m sure he knows where to find a baboon.

  Luke: I’m sure he does, but he would ignore you.

  Me: He always ignores my texts.

  Untrue, but Dex is private and doesn’t tell his boyfriend all we confide in him. I’m his least favorite of the Gritt siblings, but it doesn’t mean he ignores me.

  Luke: I wonder why…

  Barn for the win. Luke is going to explode in three.

  Me: So what animal should I kiss?

  Luke: Not kissing any animals is an option.

  Two.

  Me: Are you saying it’s a bad plan?

  Luke: It’s a bad plan.