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Gavin puts his strong hands on the insides of my thighs and forces them wide. God, he can see all of me.
No one’s
seen me open like this before. Not like this. Please, oh please, don’t let him think I look weird down there or something.

He smiles. Not a grin or smirk, but a real smile. He’s looking at me with a reverent expression on his face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kisses me just above my mound, then down over my hip and onto the inside of my thigh, each touch building the anticipation just a little bit more. Closer and closer, until his lips are almost there, and then he switches to my other thigh and starts over. I fist the sheets in frustration while I watch him.

When I press my hips towards him, trying to get to the main event, he laughs softly. “You’re so impatient, babe.”

“I’m not your babe.” I don’t know why I bother to talk back. He has me right where he wants me, and I’m not going anywhere.

He kisses me right on the clit, and the only warning I get is his hot breath rushing over it a split second before. Oh my freaking God. A shock races through me, sending tingles all the way out to my fingertips. I can’t believe how good this feels.

“Are you sure,
babe?
” Pulling back, he waits until I whimper and chase him with my hips. He laughs, then leans back in, swiping his tongue right up through my folds. Drawing a sharp breath through my teeth, I arch against his mouth. He’s still a cocky jerk, but I’ll tolerate him. For now.

He paints with broad strokes of his tongue, kissing and licking and driving me insane. Over the years I’ve gotten pretty good at getting myself off, but it doesn’t even compare to the magic he’s working between my legs. As molten heat roils around inside me, I realize how close I am.

My nerves kick into overdrive and my muscles lock up as I come hard on his tongue. He wraps his hands over my thighs, keeping me in place and driving my climax forward with his oh-so-talented mouth. I shake under him, and it feels like it’s going to last forever. The fireworks have stopped outside, but now I’m seeing them on the backs of my eyelids.

When my body finally relaxes and eases back on the bed, I open my eyes to find him grinning at me, his eyes crinkled into crow’s feet at the corners. He continues to place soft kisses on my folds, making me shiver deliciously with each one. Everything feels so freaking sensitive.

“How was that,
babe
?” he asks, obviously trying to get a rise out of me.

I close my eyes for a moment again, just concentrating on breathing. “I’ve decided, that if you keep doing that, you can call me babe all you want.”

“Oh, I’ve barely started.” He stands, and tugs down his swim trunks. For a moment they catch on the huge lump underneath, but he works them past, then stands before me in all his glory.

Wow.

His cock, and that’s the only word I can think of that seems adequate, is huge. As he climbs back on the bed and in between my legs, it bounces softly in front of him. I lick my lips nervously, unable to take my eyes off it. Am I ready for this?

He hovers over me, resting his weight on his painted forearms at either side of my head, then looks down, watching my reaction. Bringing one arm back, he aims himself, sliding the broad head up and down between my folds. Each touch only adds to the boiling heat inside me.

I’ve never been more ready. I meet his gaze, locking my eyes to his. “Do it.”

Nestling himself right at my entrance, he pushes slowly forward while he watches me intently. I draw a tight little breath when I feel him part me, pushing into me for the first time. He’s so huge, or I’m so tight, that it aches, but God it feels good. As he opens me, I surrender to him, but I never look away from his intense, dark gaze.

His hips touch mine. He’s all the way in. I’ve done it. No longer a virgin. My first time is on my wedding night, and my husband, who I spend half my time lusting after and half my time furious with, is going to be my stepbrother. I can’t think about that, otherwise I’ll freak out. I’m just going to live in the moment, and right at this moment, I’m filled by Gavin’s long, thick cock.

“You alright?” His voice is soft, but with a hint of urgency to it.

I nod. “Yeah.” I close my eyes and take a second to let the feel of him inside me drive away my concerns. “Yeah, more than alright.”

“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can hold still any longer.”

He slides out almost as slowly as he went in, then returns a little faster. Again, a little faster. And again. I spread wider, inviting him. Soon he’s thrusting in a regular rhythm, his tattoos dancing as he moves, while I writhe underneath him as his magnificent cock strokes me in all the right places.

We started out making love, but now he’s fucking me, and I love it. I crave it. Our moans mingle as our sweaty bodies mash against each other. He takes me, and I meet him stroke for stroke, his tight abs flexing and his hard ass thrusting, fucking me like a piston.

Then he pulls out, leaving me whimpering, his cock slick and still hard as steel. “Turn around. Get on all fours.”

In a daze, I obey, and as soon as I’m up, he grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the bed so he can stand behind me. The height is perfect, and he slides smoothly back into me, making me groan deep in my throat.

I wasn’t sure at first, but as soon as he reaches around and plays with my breast with one hand while he rubs my clit with the other I’m sold. He plays my body with the touch of a master, directing me exactly where he wants.

“Come for me, babe. Do it for me.” His husky voice is tight with need. He pounds into me, the fronts of his thighs smacking into the backs of mine while his fingers work overtime. I’m overwhelmed by sensations, floating like I’m in a barrel, the edge of the waterfall roaring in my ears. He claims me, and much as I try to hold off, I can’t.

I go over the falls.

Every muscle in my body clenches. My toes curl painfully and my back arches tightly as I come. I think my eyes are still open, but all I see is white as I shake beneath him. Tingles rush from my core to everywhere else in my shivering body. I’ve never felt anything like it.

Through all the quaking and groaning and tightening, he thrusts, driving wave after wave of pleasure through me. He’s going to kill me. I’ve never felt anything so powerful, so over the top crazy. I scream. I don’t know if we have any next door neighbors, but if we do they definitely know about us now and I can’t find it in me to care.

I’m only just coming down when his thrusts get even faster and his breath grows erratic. With a deep, throaty groan, he pushes himself deep and I feel him fill me with heat, pulsing inside me. A tiny voice in the back of my mind yells that I should be panicking right now, but I don’t hear it. Or I don’t understand it. I don’t know. All I know is that this is the most amazing feeling I’ve ever felt and I’m not about to let anything ruin it for me.

He finishes, and after one last pulse, he stops moving completely. For a moment, time stands still, then he collapses to my side, pulling me with him so we land in a spooning position. He never even slips out, holding me close.

And that’s how we fall asleep.

Chapter 23: Gavin

M
y brain feels like I woke up in a zombie marching band apocalypse. Head pounding, stomach churning, mouth like sandpaper, and I can’t feel my fingers. I try to roll over, but my arm’s trapped by a soft, sleeping body. Curled into me, Angie’s still fast asleep, and when I move it’s like she senses it even in her sleep and inches closer until her face nuzzles my chest.

Holy fucking shit.

Little Miss Principles. The girl who wouldn’t give me the time of day. The girl who said right to my face that she wouldn’t even if I was the last man on the Earth. Sleeping in my arms. Well, if that’s not a victory, I don’t know what is.

Not just once, either. Once more in the middle of the night, and then again only a couple of hours ago. I know it must have been her first time, but once she let herself give in, she turned into a fucking wild cat. She damn near wore me out, which I’m never going to tell her, because I wouldn’t hear the end of it.

But right now, when she’s not busting my balls, she’s adorable. Who am I kidding? Even when she’s chewing me out, she’s cute as hell. I don’t know what it is about her. At first it was my pride. Hunting down the one who ran away. But, fuck, I love the way she challenges me, and she might deny it, but she enjoys it too.

Now? I don’t have a fucking clue, but my victory doesn’t feel like one. I’m not ready for our game to be over. Letting out a soft breath, I brush a lock of silky hair out of her face. I’m not used to not wanting to let go. Fortunately, we have some honeymoon left to screw it out of our systems. That should be enough.

Our honeymoon. I laugh softly. What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into? I might’ve dropped out of school, but it doesn’t take a degree to know there’s no way it’s legal. Maybe we just got our parents hitched without them even knowing it. That’d be fucking rich. “Hey Dad. Guess what? You’re married now. Congrats! I brought you a t-shirt.”

I stroke her hair softly, just watching her breathe. The covers slipped down while we slept, exposing those perfect tits and I watch them rise and fall. I want to touch, but I don’t want to wake her yet.

What’s up with that, Gavin? You falling in love or something?

Wouldn’t that be a nightmare? Angie’s growing on me, though. I could stay here all day watching her like this. Unfortunately, I still can’t feel my arm and I’ve got morning wood hard enough to drive in a nail. I need to take a leak something fierce.

When I gently pull my arm free, she stirs but doesn’t wake up. Pins and needles race up and down from my fingertips to my shoulder. I mutter curses under my breath and shake it out until it stops tingling. She grabs a pillow and cuddles into it in her sleep, now that I’m not next to her anymore. The motion rolls her even further out from under the covers, exposing a soft thigh. I’d love to run my hand up it, right into her juicy little pussy, but first, nature calls.

I shut the bathroom door quietly and look down to find the bane and joy of my existence staring right back up at me. Fuck that shit, I just need to piss. After a bit of awkward positioning, I get my business done, then head into the shower. The hot water rushes over me, clearing out the booze fog from last night.

I just stand there a while, slowly waking up, half hoping that Angie’s going to come in, but she never does. Man, that girl can sleep. Or maybe she’s just waiting for me to come back. The thought gets me shutting off the water and grabbing my towel, my cock already firming back up. I wrap the soft terry cloth around my waist and I’m just about to open the door when I hear her voice.

“It was crazy!” She’s on the phone. “I know. I couldn’t believe it either. Still can’t.”

Shit. I have a bad habit of eavesdropping on her phone calls, but come on, we’re sharing a room and she’s talking about me. I can’t
not
listen.

“Yeah, you would suggest that, wouldn’t you? I’m not going to be able to walk normally today as it is.”  She giggles and I can hear her moving around on the bed, probably still naked. “God, it was wonderful. Every time.”

The satisfied tone in her voice makes me grin. Fuck, I’m tempted to stride out there, rip my towel off and take Angie right on the bed while her friend’s listening, so she can get the experience firsthand. If I wasn’t hard before, I’m more than fucking ready now.

“But seriously, you know I’m not on the pill.”

At her words, my skin prickles as if the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. Yeah, she was a virgin, but with the way we met and her plans for Paul, I’d have figured she was on the pill or depo or something. Didn’t I ask last night? Fuck. How drunk was I? I never forget, and why the fuck wouldn’t she have said anything?

Angie laughs a little nervously. “Yeah, right. He already thinks we’re a bunch of gold diggers. Can you imagine? Talk about a strange family tree.” She laughs again, but I’m failing to see the humor in their fucked up conversation. “Sure, you could be the nanny. Get them to set us up in an awesome house or something, Auntie Cassie.  Yeah, being stuck with him would kind of be the downside. Maybe if we just stick to having sex and he keeps his mouth—”

That’s enough. If she has more to say she can say it to my face. I slam open the door, cold fury swirling in my gut. “Hang up.”

Angie’s face is as white as the sheets. “Cassie? I’ve gotta go. Later, okay?” She puts the phone down and holds up her hands. “I don’t know what you heard, but—”

“Shut up.” I close my eyes a second. When I open them again, she’s looking at me, all cautious and worried and shit. The rational part of my brain knows I fucked up by not keeping it wrapped, but when I look in her eyes, all I see is every gold digger who’s ever come sniffing at our door. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?” I hiss.

She recoils from me, putting her back against the headboard and clutching the sheet to her chest. “Gavin...”

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Goddamn it. That warm fuzzy feeling? It was nice while it lasted. “You really had me going with that sweet, innocent act of yours.” Even when she cringes away, I can’t stop myself. “Wanna know a little more about your
husband?
Twenty-five years ago,
I
was the little slip-up that got my mother’s claws into Dad’s bank account and bought her a nice little house in the city. Laugh it up with your friend. I’m out.” I pull clothes out of my suitcase and get dressed. I need to get out before I do anything stupid. Stupider.

Angie sits there staring at me in horror. “Gavin, I know what it probably sounded like, but I was just kidding. What are you—”

“You were kidding about not being on the pill?”

“No, but—”

“Kidding about being
stuck
with me?”

She has the grace to look guilty about that at least, but I don’t hear any denials. I know what girls think of me, money and sex. I’m not in love with Angie, so why does it hurt so much when I hear her admit to being just like all the others?

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