Chapter 58Gavin’s POVYou can call it out honeymoon phase. You can call it whatever you want. I don’t care. I was on top of the world. Well, I was just on top of her. But on top of her felt like the world! And I couldn’t help the excitement. It was overwhelming. It was too much. I didn’t think it was possible. I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy. I laid beside Jessie, breathless from the marathon sex we had all day. It all started when I got back home earlier than usual. Jessie gave me a blowjob by the door, drove me to the couch and fucked me brainless. She was teaching me how to go slow. I loved it. I allowed her torture me however she wanted for the greater part of our lovemaking, and then when I noticed she was tired, I reminded her of who was in charge. “You have a great body,” I confessed, still panting. She indeed had a great body. Even right now, as she lay curled up on my shoulder, the way her body curved, like a wave, effortlessly graceful.She wa
Chapter 59 I pulled away, finally and watched her heaving, gasping for breath. I turned off the cooker, carried her as if she weighed nothing and placed her on the kitchen table. “I’m going to make you roll your eyes for me,” I whispered, as I positioned myself between her legs, trailing kisses on her neck. Jessie arched towards me, her body responding to my touches. She went to please herself, but I stopped her, locking her two hands behind. I fumbled with my pajamas and it fell, my dick now fully erected and ready for her. But she rolled her eyes at me, and lied too. I had to punish her. I positioned my erected member at her entrance(with her panties on) and began to stroke her from top to bottom, and repeat. When it seemed like she wasn’t moaning enough, I slid her panties to the side, and did same thing skin to skin. She was already wet and ready for me.I stopped at her entrance, teasing her with the head of my dick.Jessie threw her head to the back and revealing her n
Gavin’s POVAs much as I tried to convince myself that it was just a harmless couples fight, Jessie’s words haunted me. All day, every passing second.That one line bothered me. “It was just sex? Move on?”Even if it was just sex, how do you move on from something that great? Was it just me? Was she pretending? Was she fake moaning? How could she say that when she couldn’t move a finger after last night? Did she forget already? Did she “get over it”already?I could hear my inner self laugh at my contemplations. “I told you so,” he said, “It was too good to be true.”I swallowed hard. My grip tightened around the steering wheel but I couldn’t drive out of my company’s parking lot. I needed some time to process what I was feeling because I couldn’t tell if it was pain or anger. An unexpected knock on the window startled me, snapping out my thoughts abruptly. I raised my gaze to find Franklyn staring back at me.I wound down the window and he bent low, “It’s after work hours and I’m
"I won’t meet with you, Ryan" I said, disregarding the concern that tugged at my shirt."Then I'll come to you," Ryan pressed on.My gaze flicked from Franklyn in my passenger's seat to my wrist watch, it was 9 in the evening and we were both exhausted. "Whatever it is can wait till tomorrow...""It can't, we need to meet now!" Ryan bellowed, his tone mingled with both urgency and entitlement. I’ve heard this time before. Scratch that, I’ve heard it many times. My mind flicked, wondering if this one of those times he was looking for someone to bail him out of trouble, and clean up his mess. "I need to see you, now." He insisted."You can't order me around, Ryan," I replied, trying to sound as calm as I could. “Say what you need.”“Why do you think I need something?” He snapped. I palmed my face, rubbing my temples gently. This boy would not raise my blood pressure. Not tonight, Satan.“Didn't you say we were no longer family?” I asked him. “Don’t ever think that I called you
Chapter 62My heart ached. I jolted out of bed, hurrying towards the door, but halted my steps abruptly when I heard the faint sound of a door slamming shut. A painful scoff escaped my lips. “He is sleeping in another room?” I returned to bed, my aching heart replaced with anger. A frown wrinkled my brows, a mix of anger and worry swirled inside but ultimately, exhaustion crept in, lulling me to bed.THE NEXT MORNINGMy alarm blared noisily startling me awake. I groaned as my hands tapered around, searching for the device so I can slam it into the wall.At the same time, the door creaked open. I perceived him before I saw him. His fragrance filled the room. That intoxicating scent of oud and flowers. I blinked my eyes open, involuntarily looking for him. Our gazes locked, my heart racing. The room tapered with tension, drowning out my thoughts. I couldn’t seem to find the words to say I’m sorry. Neither did he. But then again, he wasn’t on the wrong this time. Gavin looked
I was supposed to be furious with him, but instead I found myself surrendering, getting smaller under his towering frame.Gavin took a step forward, and I instinctively backed away, shifting to the side to let him pass, but he wasn’t letting me go. He shot out his arm, and pulled me in by the waist.I squirmed in his arms, struggling to be free, but he firmed his grip."Let go, Gavin," I said, my voice barely audible. “You found me babygirl, where do you think you are going?” He replied, his voice low and husky. With one look, his eyes swept over my body.Before I could even think of a response, he crashed his lips on mine— hungry, possessive. My instincts screamed at me to push him away, to confront him about the shirt in his closet, but his grip was unrelenting.My body betrayed me. It betrayed every sense in meIt wasn’t just his hold on me, it was the force of his desire, the heat that came with our lips touching.I melted into him, letting myself fall deeper into the kiss. M
Gavin’s POVDid you know that lipstick stains are one of the hardest stains to remove? I didn’t know until it happened to me. That b**ch! I cursed under my breath. Franklyn and I had been going to the bar after work every evening. You could say we were both nursing our heartbreaks. On one of those evenings, he suggested that we…That was a lie. It was my idea to get laid at the club. “I… I need to know,” Jessie whispered, her voice barely audible. “Who was she?”“It was nothing, Jess. I didn’t… I couldn’t go through with it.” Without a word, Jess sat upright, looking for her clothes on the bed. “Don’t leave yet,” I said softly, “Hear me out, I didn’t do it, Jess.”“But you tried!” Jess retorted, hurt evident in her voice. “Because I thought I could forget you…”“That doesn’t flatter me Gavin.”“It wasn’t flattering to be told that I was nothing but sex,”“I didn’t mean it!” Jess retorted, her voice rising. “Couples fight, and they say things they don’t mean. They say meaner t
When I showed her my hard on. It wasn’t to fuck her. It was to drive her away, it was to make her see me for who I am. But I don’t think she got it. I don’t think she understood me. Because why she did next caught me off guard. “How can I help?” She asked in a soft, seductive voice.I felt heat rush down to my loin, my pulse racing. Unaware of the torture she was causing me, she stepped closer. “I can take it from the back,” she licked her lips. “Hmmm,” I groaned, still, I refused to loose control. “Go back to your room, Jess. Please…”She pulled back, standing in front of me. Our eyes locked briefly and I thought she’d finally obey me. She didn’t. Instead, she slid down the strap of her nightie, slowly, seductively, teasing me with her cleavages.“Jess…” my voice cracked, my breathing affected by the way my dick throbbed. “Jess, I don’t want to hurt you…”“Hurt me,” she replied, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I want to see you try.”“Jess, this isn’t games. I’m serious, you