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

by Gabrielle G.

“Videos?” I ask, weak in my knees, imagining how he could bring me to blackout. He finds his phone in his pocket, fumbles with it, and hands it to me.

  “I’ve watched it so many times. The way we fit is perfect.” He goes to push play, but I stop him.

  “We’re not watching this out here. Are you crazy?” But my words come out as a moan. I’m turned on by the idea of someone catching us doing something naughty. I’ve never really been someone who pushed boundaries of vanilla sex. I like it simple, cock, vagina, mouth, orgasm are all fine with me. But I know Barnabas goes further than most. The way he took me in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the laundry room, in the restroom of the bar, or even on the hood of his car, have told me that my man is not the kind that will thrust three times and come inside me without thinking of me coming.

  “You like that idea? Someone catching us while we're naughty. Tell me, Ave, would you like them to watch?” That’s another thing I’ve come to discover with Barnabas. Just his words could make me come. His deep erotic voice, the way he looks at me when he says the dirtiest things into my ears, the way he can say my name when he gets hard, makes me wish I lived far away to have the best phone sex.

  “Come inside, sugar. I’ll take you on a date afterward. First, I’m going to explore your darkest desire. Hurry, before someone catches you, Ave.” He walks away, leaving me standing in front of the barn, his phone in my hands, and my panties wet for him. When I meet him in his bedroom, it looks nothing like the room we sleep in at night. Candles are burning everywhere, vibrators, feathers, and other toys are spread out, and Barnabas stands, naked, shaft in hand, waiting for me. My eyes fall on the blindfold, and I rub my thighs together.

  “Do you prefer to be in control, or do you want me to be? I don’t mind either way, sugar.” Being with someone so sure of his masculinity that he has no problem giving me all the power for me to climax the way I want to by using his body, is the hottest thing ever. But I don’t need control right now, I need to forget everything but him.

  “I want you to blindfold me, do anything you want to me, and film us,” I say, not knowing where this is coming from. A side smile spreads on his face.

  “Okay, come here.” He takes the blindfold in his hand. Once I stand before him, still fully dressed, he puts it on my eyes. It’s a good quality one, I can’t see a thing. I sense the warmth of his body and smell his scent before feeling his touch. He’s behind me, his lips close to my neck. He breathes at the nape, and I clench hard. He takes the phone from my hand, and I hear the signal that he’s recording what we’re doing.

  “Be patient, sugar.” His fingers graze my hard nipples through the T-shirt, making me moan.

  “I can do anything?” he says, his voice dripping of sex.

  “Please, Barn, I want you,” I beg. I’m not even done with my sentence before he pinches my nipple and right away closes his mouth on me, wetting my T-shirt with his tongue.

  “Get ready for the ride of your life.” He trails his mouth along my neck and my jaw before brushing his lips against mine. He steps back, leaving me panting on the side of the bed. I hear things shuffling around but can’t decipher what he’s doing. When he comes back, he has two hands on me and starts to undress me slowly, without saying a word. The tension is so thick, I’m sure he could fuck it if he wanted to.

  “Barn,” I moan.

  He chuckles, his breath tickling my stomach. “It’s going to be a long afternoon if you’re just about to come for me only by undressing you.” He makes me step out of my jeans and panties, pulls my arms up, and lifts my top over my head, and then takes my hair tie and lets my hair down. He runs his fingers through it, strokes my back, grazes my ribs, circles my nipples, and all I have is my imagination seeing him doing this to me. His fingers trail down, caressing my legs before coming back up the trail of my inner thighs.

  “I can smell how much you want me, Ave. It drives me wild.” His hand finds my core, and he rubs his palm slowly and deeply over my lips. He then brings his hand to my breasts and spreads my juices all over them. I don’t have time to think about what he’s doing before his mouth is already licking everything he spread on me. I reach for his cock to see if I could bring a bead of precum to my lips, but he steps away.

  “You’re not the only one getting very excited by what’s happening here. I’m not blowing on your stomach because you want a taste, Ave.” He takes me in his arms and sets me down to sit in the middle of the bed, my legs wide open and my hands on my knees. I blush, imagining the position I’m in and the view he has of me. When he blows on me, I clench, and drip on the bed. I blush even more.

  “Fuck, I wish I could have taken your virginity, Ave. Tell me, who did you give it to if it wasn’t Jake?” He pinches my nipple again, and then I feel something warm dripping on my chest. I realize it’s oil or wax once Barn spreads it on me and massages my breasts. When I moan, he grabs the little I have for breasts, and kneads it hard.

  “Name, sugar,” he says before taking my clit in his mouth. I imagine him in child’s pose, his arms extended on my breasts, his face between my legs.

  “A boyfriend I had in New York,” I squeal, letting his teeth nibble at my most sensitive part.

  “I wish I could clone you,” he says, abandoning my clit and dripping some more of that hot liquid on my body. “I wish I could clone you twice at least,” he repeats. “So I could do what I’m doing to you while you suck me, play with my balls, or even fuck me with a toy, sugar. I want you so much, only you.” Whatever he’s spreading smells good, and when a drip makes its way to my navel, his tongue doesn’t miss a second to dip in and lick it. His mouth finds his way back between my legs and attacks my cunt hungrily, swirling, flicking, lapping, vacuuming, and I'm about to orgasm when he suddenly stops.

  “Open your mouth!” A grunt of frustration escapes my throat. That hot and cold bullshit is starting to anger me. Nevertheless, I obey, and I open wide. He pushes his fingers inside me. Chocolate. The fingers of his other hand enter my pussy, and he starts to pump hard, blowing here and there on my clit while I lick clean his other fingers.

  “I’m gonna plunge my dick in it, and then you’re gonna swallow it as eagerly as you’re sucking on my fingers.” And that’s the proof I was waiting for that he can make me come just talking to me. I bite his fingers the moment I explode in his mouth, shaking against him before squirming away.

  “Where do you think you’re going? We’re far from done. Open your mouth, and take my cock,” he says before he flips me on my stomach. I relax my jaw, and he pushes his tip inside my mouth. He does taste like chocolate.

  “You can finger yourself while I fuck your mouth, sugar. Ready for round two?” I moan against his length, his piercing clinking against my teeth.

  “Then I’ll take your ass, Ave. You’re not getting out of this bed before I’ve had every inch of your body marked as mine,” he says, tapping the back of my throat. In one move, he removes the blindfold and looks at me, his eyes black with desire.

  “Blue-free,” he says, groaning with pleasure while I twirl my tongue around him. “I think that’s the best shade I’ve seen yet in your eyes.” And if it’s possible to have a heart orgasm, that’s what happens then. The man who can take care of me and my daughter like no one else is the same as the depraved asshole who can make me orgasm so hard I can fly. He’s the guy I want my face to be fucked by forever. And while his length goes in and out of my mouth, hitting my throat with every move, I know right now and then, everything I thought I knew about him was wrong. He’s the most altruistic person I have ever met. He breathes to free me from my assumptions and my ways and helps me be who I’m supposed to be, not who I think I should be. And I love him for it.

  24

  Barnabas

  “Look who is here…” Andrew says when Avery and I set foot in the bar. Between setting boundaries with Lex, the mind-blowing sex we’re having and work, we haven’t gotten out much, and I’m not missing it. We came out tonight because it’s Melissa�
��s birthday and as she’s hitting forty, we thought we really couldn’t miss it, even if I would have preferred to write ‘mine’ in cum on Avery’s back.

  “Sorry.” Avery blushes, and in my mind, there is no way we’re apologizing for being together and happy.

  “Nah, I’m not,” I say, tugging Avery next to me. “Andrew would be the first one to ditch me if he would have found a magical pussy attached to a wonderful chick.” Donna clears her throat next to Andrew. “Case in point.” I point at Ave’s best friend as if to show that he didn’t find what he was looking for yet.

  “Barn,” my girl chastises me, “be nice.” Avery and I talked a lot about our friends. We’re all in the same group, but it’s more than complicated between the four of them, and in fact, we were surprised at being the ones in a somewhat healthy relationship when we were the ones least likely to end up together. As we make the rounds greeting people we’ve known since elementary school, I feel Avery tensing next to me every time someone whispers something to their neighbor or widens their eyes at the sight of us together. I hold her tighter to show I don’t care what people think and continue my way to where our group always sits. Sliding into the booth, I don’t waste a second to wrap myself around her and kiss her neck.

  “Barn, people will talk.” She pushes me away. I don’t move. She’s clearly uncomfortable to be seen together, but I don’t care. I’ve claimed her for the whole city to see, and I want to make it clear now that she’s mine. People can wonder about me finally being in a relationship since Deb, and her since Noah. They can murmur we don’t fit, as I’m the most chill guy they know and she’s the tensest, that I’ll cheat on her at the first opportunity when a huge rack comes in town, but I don’t give a shit. We know the truth, and we know what we are for each other. I never have paid attention to the town’s gossip about myself and never will.

  “I don’t give a fuck, sugar. Want me to climb on the bar and tell them to fuck off? Because I will. Anything for you.” I’m rewarded with a smile and a kiss. She tries to keep it simple and rated, but it deepens, and we’re quickly in full make-out session in front of the whole town.

  “I’m so glad you’re giving me a chance,” I whisper into her ear.

  “I’m glad you’re giving me one too.” I look into her eyes, and if I’m not mistaken, they are blue-love, but as long as she doesn’t declare it, I won’t believe it. We continue whispering sweet nothings to each other, laughing, kissing as if nobody is around us and cocooning in our bubble until someone taps on my girl’s shoulder.

  “Ave, can we talk?” I groan at the imminent loss of her lips on mine but let Avery go from my hold so she can catch up with her friend.

  “I’ll be back,” she says, sliding off my lap and following her friend toward the bathroom.

  “What’s up, man?” Andrew asks, sliding a beer in my hand and sitting facing me.

  “Nothing much. I mean life is good. Avery and I are going steady. Don’t get me wrong, she’s stubborn and hard to get along with sometimes, but we’re fine.” I beam.

  “Fuck, that smile is… disturbing. Last time I saw you this happy was…” He doesn’t need to finish his sentence for us to know when that was.

  “I don’t think it’s comparable. It’s so much more, Andrew,” I say, not wanting to hurt his feelings about his sister but trying to make him understand that the connection Avery and I have is more significant than anything I’ve ever felt.

  “She asked about you this week.” I shake my head for him not to continue. Andrew and I don’t speak about Deb, and certainly not in public.

  “Not in that way,” he adds. “She understood it was Mel’s birthday, and that’s why we were all there, but she wondered where you were.”

  “Andrew, we have to move on at some point. You, Mel, me, we’re all stuck in that summer. It has been thirteen years; I can’t continue fucking around waiting for her to remember me. I wish I were more honorable but…” I chug my beer and raise my hand to ask for another one.

  “I know, I shouldn’t bring her up when you’re so happy, and I don’t blame you for that. It’s just…”

  “I know,” I say to cut the conversation short.

  “Did you tell her?” Andrew tilts his head toward the bathroom, talking about Avery.

  “About what happened? No. Not yet. We’re more in the fun phase of our relationship than the depressing as shit phase. But I will.”

  “I’m pretty sure Donna told her.” He shrugs. Of course she did.

  “Speaking of women that you shouldn’t fuck. Ave told me Lou will be in town soon.” Andrew has always had something for Avery’s sister but never acted on it. I love to bug the shit out of him every time I can.

  “I know, she told me last time we talked.”

  “Since when do you talk to Lou?” I arch an eyebrow. His ears redden, and it’s freaking high school all over again. Andrew used to blush a lot around girls, which is why he never had girls around him until much later in life. His being slightly overweight and dumb as fuck at the time didn’t help either.

  “She reached out to know if the rumors between you and Ave were true. We started chatting on Facebook Messenger.”

  “Mm-hmm. And since then, how many times have you imagined fucking her while you were between Donna’s legs?”

  “She’s still very married and living in Montana.”

  “That has nothing to do with the fact that you think of her while fucking someone else.”

  “Thinking of whom?” Avery asks, sliding back next to me, thank God without Donna.

  “Where is your friend?” I ask, ignoring the question, so Andrew can go back to his normal color.

  “We had a disagreement about you and I being together. Donna believes her friend Chloe from the salon is carrying your child. I said I didn’t believe Chloe for one second as you always wrap it up. She said Chloe isn’t the kind to sleep with more than one man at the same time. I said I was sure you weren’t the father. She asked why. I refused to tell her. She got mad I was choosing you over her. I told her to grow up. She stormed out, proving to me, she can’t grow up.” She finally breathes.

  “Shit! Angry sex. Thank you!” Andrew jumps to his feet, kisses Ave on the cheek and runs outside.

  “I don’t understand their relationship.” Avery sighs.

  “And Donna doesn’t understand ours.” I take her hand and kiss her neck. “I can’t believe you chose me over her. If you’re not careful, rumors are going to fly around town that you’re in love with me, sugar.”

  “What is it that Dex said at supper last week?”

  “Something about seeing it with your own eyes or hearing with your own ears, better not to spread it with your small mind? But everybody can see how much you love me, sugar. So it doesn’t apply?”

  “Is that so?” She straddles me and rests her forehead against mine.

  “I think so.” I smile, trying to capture her lips.

  “I lo…”

  “Finally, some people I want to talk to!” my sister says, sliding into the booth.

  “And people wonder why Avery and I never go out anymore. Having any privacy around here is impossible. I used to be able to fuck a girl in that bar without being disturbed once. Now that I just want to spend some quality time with my girlfriend, it’s like we’re holding session.”

  “Girlfriend?” Luke says, sitting next to me. “Welcome to the family, Ave.”

  “Wasn’t I part of the family already after the first official supper we had?”

  “Nah, you were faking it. Now, you’re one of us.” Aaron sits next to Sal, and Alane takes his lap.

  “What are you all doing here? And where is Chris and Dex?”

  “LA,” Sal and Luke answer together.

  “And we’re here for the birthday girl!” Salomé says, looking around for Mel.

  “She isn’t here,” Avery says.

  “So why the fuck are we, sugar?”

  “Because it’s what we have to do. She’ll know who i
s here or not.” She shrugs.

  “That’s what we should do for your fiftieth, Aar,” Luke says. “A party without you. You can be in bed, sleeping like an old ass, and we can party until morning.” He laughs.

  “You’re only two years younger, asshole; it’s not that you’re so far behind.” Aaron rolls his eyes.

  “And Sal is going to be forty,” Avery says, reaching for my sister’s hand.

  “Yeah, we’re not celebrating that. Chris doesn’t want to celebrate his fiftieth either, so…”

  “Boring shit,” I say. “So, we’re only celebrating Aaron’s? We’re going to need pretentious as shit wine and food from the finest.” I pretend to snore.

  “I think we should put Dex in charge then.” Avery smiles. “He’s as boring, grumpy, and snobby as Aar.” Aaron’s face falls, and we all laugh at his expression.

  “Shit, that’s exactly why I love you, sugar. You fit right in.” The table freezes, but I’m the kind of man who owns his shit. Giving a quick peck on Avery’s lips, I slide her off my lap before climbing on the table. I whistle loudly for all to stop their insignificant conversations and listen to me. It’s so silent you can hear Avery’s pussy screaming my name.

  “Rumors are true people. I’m fucking in love with Avery Dubois.”

  “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the crowd chants. I look at Avery with my obnoxious smile and crook a finger for her to join me on the table. Her face is red-furious, but I can see her eyes are blue-love again.

  “I seriously don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do with you,” she mutters, before climbing on the table to join me.

  “You’re going to marry me, sugar, and we’re going to adopt tons of kids and be happy.” I take her lips to proclaim my love. And when we kiss, it’s the same shit as usual. My head spins, my heart throbs, my balls ache, and all I want is to have an open highway to any of her thoughts.

  “I really believed Avery would be the kind to calm him down, not to make him do more crazy shit,” I hear my sister-in-law say from behind me. I flip her the bird, keeping my lips on Avery.