by D Scott
“See what happens when you avoid me, babe? This pussy gets extra greedy — already had four orgasms and I just got my dick in you.” He flexes his cock within me, emphasizing his point. “I bet you’ve been aching for me, haven't you, babe.”
I bite my lip, he’s right. I may have been hurt and upset over his lunch date but that doesn’t mean I haven’t missed him this past week — doesn’t mean I haven’t been aching for him in the worst way.
“Am I right, Gina? Were you needing your man?” He leans down and tugs my lower lip free with his teeth. “Answer me,” he whispers against my lips.
“Uh huh. I missed you so much, Gavin.”
“Missed you too, babe.” And then he’s kissing me. A deep passionate kiss that has me beaming from head to toe.
He couldn’t kiss me this passionately and make love to me this deeply if he didn’t love me, right?
I know I need to talk to him and be open about my feelings, but I’m trying to trust that he really loves me.
His thrusts pick up speed and I can feel his cock swelling with the need to cum. He rests one hand on my thigh and cups my breast with the other as he starts to fuck me harder. Somewhere in the back of my mind I note that there’s no need to worry about the baby being smushed because Gavin is holding most of his weight. Then again he’s always good about not completely crushing me in bed.
He grips my thigh tightly and thrusts deeply. “Held myself back from taking you while you slept. Wanted to hear you call for me as I took you deep.” He thrusts roughly and I cry out his name against his lips. “Had to tie you down though, so you’d be open to me the moment you woke up.”
He squeezes my breast and continues to pound into me. He’s so hard it feels like a machine is going at it between my legs, except Gavin’s body is warm and hard all over, and there’s no mistaking that my deputy is all man.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last, babe. Need you to cum again before I fill you up with my seed.” He shifts his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, sending his length even deeper. “Make this pussy cum for me, Gina.”
“Gavin — I don’t think I can — it’s too much,” I whimper.
I’ve cum four times already, and it feels like if I cum again I’ll pass out.
His hand leaves my thigh and slides to my center. “You can do it, babe. Cum for me — then I’ll fill you up.” He keeps thrusting as he brings two fingers to my clit and starts to rub.
“Unghh, Gavin!”
“Give it to me, little misfit.”
Then his fingers pinch my clit and set off my next orgasm. "Babyyy!"
I cry out with the force of my climax, clawing at the belt keeping me restrained, as my inner walls spasm uncontrollably around his thrusting length.
“Shit, Gina — fuckkk!” He roars as he slams into my cervix, and his thrusts turn wild. His hand tightens around my breast and he gives me four more hard strokes before burying his cock inside me, sealing his hips to mine and bathing the wall of my womb in his cum. Wave after wave of heat fills my channel and I’m so sensitive I can feel every pulse of his release, and when he is finally spent he pulls out of me.
“I’m just getting started, babe.” His fingers slide down from my aching clit to my soaked entrance and he teases my tender folds. “I’m going to make a mess between these perfect thighs by the time this weekend is over.”
I moan and arch my chest into his hand. “In fact, I think my boy is already prepared for round two,” he smirks down at his already hardening cock. “What do you say, little misfit? This greedy little cunt of yours ready for more, or do you need to rest first?”
I lick my lips and wiggle underneath him. “I’m ready for more.”
Chapter 9
Gina
Thursday
I stand in the bathroom looking into the mirror at my flat stomach.
A few days after my appointment with Dr. Greene, her office called with the results of my blood test. The test confirmed that I am for sure pregnant with Gavin's baby. They also let me know how far along I am, and ever since then my brain has been so scattered. Not to mention I've been checking my tummy in a mirror every chance I can get. And judging from my due date, I gather that Gavin knocked me up our first night together.
How often does that happen?
He pulled out after the first time, but it’s a well known fact that that isn’t the most full proof method of birth control. Hence, my being pregnant. I run my hand gently over my lower tummy, marveling at the thought that there’s a baby growing inside me.
I give myself a few more seconds to stand and stare in amazement before washing my hands a second time, so Gavin will hear the water running. He’s so protective, he’ll come check on me if I stay in the bathroom too long. I quickly dry my hands and turn off the light before opening the door. But as I exit the bathroom Gavin’s not standing nearby waiting for me, and as I walk through his bedroom then out to the living room, I don’t see or hear him anywhere.
“Baby?”
He’s not in the kitchen. I look towards the door leading to the garage, and I see a sliver of light through the closed doorway. He’s probably in there tinkering around the new bike he got. Not bike, as in motorcycle, but bike as in bicycle. My deputy loves to be outdoors, no idea why, but I indulge him from time to time.
I walk to the door and reach for the handle to pull it open but the sound of Gavin’s voice speaking quietly has me stopping. It sounds like he’s talking on the phone, but usually he doesn’t leave the room just because he has a phone call. I’ve listened to him talk to his siblings, his friends, his boss — he’s even put it on speakerphone a few times so I could talk to his parents. A few times he’s taken a work call into another room if it’s about something that needs to be kept under wraps, and I’ve never given him a hard time about it because I understand he can’t share everything about his job with me, but this feels different.
I lean forward and press my ear to the door, concentrating hard to understand his words through the thickness of the wood. I breathe shallow breaths so I can hear, and I can just make out what he’s saying.
"Damn it, Liv. I told you I didn't like this from the beginning..."
Liv. I've never heard him mention anyone by that name before.
"I told you it didn't have to be this way, you're just too damn stubborn..."
"You're seriously going to ask me that? Of course I fucking care..."
"Look just keep your head down and lie low, it's almost over..."
I hear him chuckle. "You know I'm gonna take you up on that..."
"Shit, sounds like you're keeper is coming... Fine. Is asshole better then?"
He chuckles again. "Look, I know you've gotta go, just keep your phone near you and hit me up when you can..." He scoffs. "Must not be keeping you on too tight of a leash if you're still finding the time to talk to me..."
I lose track of what he says next but from the sound of it, I'm pretty sure the person on the other end of the line is a woman.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," he says in a playful sarcastic tone.
"Sounds good. Bye."
I stand there for another second trying to gather my thoughts, and emotions, when I realize his call just ended. And he's probably going to come inside at any second. And I'm standing I front of the door eavesdropping.
Crap.
I push away from the door and sprint to the bedroom. Tampering down my sudden nausea most likely due to the sudden movement, or the conversation I just overheard. Or both.
I get to Gavin's room and make a diving leap onto the bed, snagging the remote from the nightstand and turning on the tv. I blindly scan through the channels as I try to slow my breathing. Faintly, I hear the door from the garage close, signaling he's back in the house.
"Babe?" He calls out.
"In here!" I call out as smoothly as I can.
"You hungry?"
No. I feel like I'm about to throw up thanks to your child, and your
secret phone conversation, thank you very much.
"Uhh, I could eat!" I yell out.
I hear him chuckle. "Of course you can."
I roll my eyes. I'm not always hungry, just, like...the majority of the time. Even more so now that I know I'm carrying a baby.
"You in the mood for anything special?"
"Nope, whatever is fine!"
"Alright, I’ll fix something up and bring it in."
"Okay!" I breathe a sigh of relief and do my best to collect myself.
I'm feeling all over the place right now and I know I need to force myself to calm down for the baby. I tell my to be rational, and I really do try to think with my head and not my heart, but I can't help but wonder if that was his secret lunch date he was on the phone with. I bite the inside of my cheek when tears threaten to form, and try to shift my mind to something else. But the only thought I keep having is that Gavin plans to be done with me soon and he's probably looking for a way out.
Do I give him one?
Or do I wait for my world to potentially come crashing down in a few weeks or months?
I'm so deep in thought I don't even hear Gavin come into the room with a tray of food. I sigh internally and sit up so that I'm leaning against the headboard. He places the tray on the bed right below my feet then picks up a plate.
"I went simple. Breakfast food."
"Classic," I say quietly.
"Exactly."
He places a plate on my lap before handing me a fork and placing a cup of fruit punch on the nightstand next to me. He makes sure I'm situated before lifting his own plate off the tray and expertly climbing onto the bed to sit beside me. It's hard not to appreciate the sight of his strong bare chest and low riding sweats, which I know he's not wearing anything underneath. But I force my mind to deviate from those thoughts.
I pick up my fork and hesitantly pick at my food.
Do I let him know that I know he was on the phone?
I think it over for a moment before deciding to just go for it.
"So who was that on the phone?"
He pauses and looks over at me. "You heard that?"
Crap, what do I say?
I decide to go with a half truth. "No, not really. I was looking for you and then I heard your voice coming from the garage but I figured since you were out there it was an important call so I just came in here." It's not a complete lie.
He visibly relaxes and it makes me feel even worse.
"Oh, yeah, just catching up with an old friend from work."
My heart sinks when that's all he says. He goes back to eating and I force myself to take a small bite of bacon.
After a few minutes, he looks up to the tv. "Why are you watching a tele-novella?" I look to the tv for the first time since I turned it on, then shrug. I push my eggs around the plate, letting them get cold. "What's up, babe, I thought you were hungry?" Again, I shrug. "Your tummy giving you trouble again?" He reaches over to feel my stomach, not knowing he's laying his hand over his child.
I shake my head and sigh. "Gavin..." I trail off, not knowing how to start, then decide to just dive right in. "If there ever comes a time when you don't want me anymore, you can just tell me I promise."
He lowers his fork to his plate. "What?"
"I mean, like, if you ever want an out. You have one. You don't have to, like, worry about hurting my feelings or anything. You can just tell me," I finish in a whisper.
Then suddenly he's moving — he grabs his plate and mine then reaches over me to the nightstand to set them down. Then he grabs me by the waist and rolls until I'm on my back with him looming over me. My sweatshirt rides up as he knees my legs open and climbs between them. His eyes bore into mine and they're blazing green with his anger, and hurt, maybe?
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I just want to make sure you know," I whisper.
"Wh—what? Where is this coming from?" His face starts to become blurry as tears start to fill my eyes. I open my mouth but then close it, not knowing what to say. "Talk to me, babe." I sniffle, once, twice, and then I'm crying.
I wrap my arms around his neck and just let go.
"Babe..." I hear him sigh. "Come on, little misfit, don't cry."
"It's gonna be alright, babe, I promise." He talks quietly to me, whispering in my ear as he kisses me lightly, and it takes me a few minutes, but I eventually manage to get myself together. "Hey, look at me." I shake my head, keeping my face buried in his bare chest. "Look at me, babe." I lift my head slowly until our eyes meet. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" I look down.
"I just," I sniffle, "I know how much you mean to me, and if you don't feel the same for me, I want to know. I want you to tell me. You don't have to stick around because you feel bad for me or something if you really don't want to be with me."
He closes his eyes, drops his head, and sighs before looking back at me.
"Babe, I promise, I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever." Hearing him say that brings more tears, but I wipe them away. "Talk to me, Gina, tell me what brought this on." I shake my head and shrug, not knowing where to start — what to say. "Tell me, babe. I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong." I sniffle, unable to find the right words.
We lay there in silence for several moments.
"I love you so much, Gavin, no matter what," I whisper.
"I know. Just tell me what to do — tell me how to fix it. Tell me what you need."
"Make love to me?"
"You don't even have to ask, little misfit."
He lowers his head until our lips meet, and I'm lost as everything melts away.
Gavin
Sunday
Gina shifts in her sleep and I have to hold back a grunt.
She fell asleep cuddling into my side, but since then my girl has been shifting every once in a while, and now she’s practically lying on top of me. Her pink heat is pressed up against me and her thigh is nestled right over my cock, which has been hard ever since she threw her leg over me half an hour ago. Usually I’d have her on her back by now, waking her by sliding her panties to the side and sinking my cock inside her, but right now my girl needs her rest.
Something has been going on with her, and I have no idea what the hell it is.
Thursday evening she brought up some shit about giving me an out from our relationship if I wanted one, and it’s had me shook ever since. I never did exactly get out of her what hell brought on that fucked up conversation but when she told me to make love to her after, there was no second thought.
I took her gently for a couple hours until my dick couldn’t stand it anymore and then I fucked her hard. I hammered into her while making her scream that I loved her over and over until she believed it. Then when she woke up I had her ride me while I worshipped every part of her.
I took her home shortly after that, and I hated like hell leaving her knowing something was hurting her heart. So I’ve been spending every moment, outside of being at work, catering to her. If she’s not at work or school I’m taking her out to eat or to do some activity she likes or cuddling with her at home. I’m the farthest thing from an expert when it comes to relationships, so I’m doing this completely blind.
I even reached out to my parents for some advice.
I’ve been doing any and everything I can to let her know I’m with her forever, but I’m thinking more and more that a weekend trip for just the two of us is exactly what my little misfit needs.
“Fuck.” I groan under my breath when she humps her greedy pussy against me in her sleep.
She must be dreaming about me taking her again.
She told me once that she has them from time to time, and I know when she wakes up she’s gonna be horny as hell. She lets out a deep breath against my chest and then her hand slips from my shoulder down to rest on my cock.
Damn, I was going to at least give her the chance to wake up before I push inside of her. I
’ve taken her in her sleep many times, but I love seeing the look in my girl’s eyes when I’m buried ten inches deep. Plus, she gets a little scared when she wakes up in the middle of an orgasm.
But when she humps her pussy against me again I reach over and lift her on top of me. I reach under my tee she’s got on and pull her lace panties to the side before working my shorts down to free my cock.
I’m not gonna take her yet but I can at least fill her hungry pussy.
It takes me a minute of working my cock head into her entrance but once I’m in her I slide her down my rod until I’m about eight inches deep in her.
“Mmm,” she sighs contentedly in her sleep as her body coats my prick in her liquid warmth. I grit my teeth and force out a few deep breaths. Fighting against the need to take her.
I drop a kiss to my girl’s head.
This is everything that I need right here, my woman in my arms in my bed with my cock buried inside her. I look down at her, and I make a vow to do whatever it takes to keep my little misfit by my side.
Gavin
Tuesday
My phone rings as I walk out the side door of the station and check that no one is around.
When I’m sure that no one is in hearing distance, I answer the call. “Hey, Liv.”
“I don’t have long to talk, I just want to make sure you know. Friday at midnight is when everything is going down. So if you’re gonna do something about your girl, do it before then.” And then she hangs up.
Shit, Friday.
I was hoping the operation that’s in place wouldn’t happen for at least another week or two, giving me more time to come up with a plan to take Gina away for the weekend but those plans are shot to hell now. I have until Friday to make something happen to ensure my girl is nowhere near her home when that shit is going down.
Yeah, Shane knows about her, and I’m sure DPD does, too. But I’m sure they wouldn’t hesitate to at least bring her in if she found herself caught in the middle of a raid. And for her safety — and my fucking sanity — I don’t want there to even be a possibility of my girl being anywhere near her brothers when the bust goes down.