Chapter Twenty-Five Gavin
Chapter Twenty-Five
Gavin
I might’ve accused her of trying to avoid me, but I’m the one who’s been staying away from Sienna all night, knowing the moment I saw her, I’d want to chase after her and get the hell out of here. I need to remain at this party as long as possible, hanging out with my friends. My team. But the later the hour, the rowdier everyone gets, and there are so many people here, most of them I don’t even recognize.
The guys live in a neighborhood that basically turns into party central over the weekend, and it seems like everyone who wanders the streets seeking a place to hang out and get drunk has shown up.
That’s my cue to get the hell out of here.
Everleigh leaves our little group first, and within minutes, Nico is trailing after her. Coop takes off after receiving a text from Jonesie that he needs help at the bar, and Sienna follows him, though she did grab my hand and give a squeeze before she took off.
She’s getting bolder, but no one notices. Would they even care if we ended up together? Our friends might approve—eventually. Her brother, though? I’m not sure.
And I’m not ready to risk it.
Sienna always stays in my line of vision, though, not straying too far from where I stand in the backyard with a few of my teammates, all of them discussing our chances this season. I worry enough about that and don’t want to talk about it anymore, so I tune them out and concentrate on Sienna instead.
She’s looking hot as fuck in that little black dress that barely covers her delicious body and those sexy black high-heeled sandals that make her legs look extra long. The image of me pushing inside her while she’s wearing nothing but those shoes flits through my brain, and that’s all it takes. I’m chasing.
On the hunt for my girl.
She realizes quickly that I’m coming for her, and she starts walking. Wandering toward the side of the house, and I follow her, remaining at a healthy distance. No one is paying attention to us, anyway. As the crowd gets drunker, they get more focused on their own thing. In search of more alcohol; in search of that girl or guy they’re into; in search of an empty bedroom or bathroom so they can fuck around.
Glancing over my shoulder, I check to make sure no one is following me before I round the side of the house to find Sienna leaning against the wall, her hands behind her back, her feet kicked out, one ankle crossed over the other.
I come to a skidding stop, taking her in. The dress molds to her delectable body, and I curl my fingers into fists so I don’t do something stupid. Like rip the dress off her.
“Hey, Gav.” Her naughty smile makes my dick twitch.
“Hey, Freckles.” I don’t come any closer, enjoying the view for a little while longer. Damn, she’s sexy. Confident. Beautiful.
“Think they caught on?” Her voice is soft, and it takes me a second to understand what she said.
I take a step closer, checking over my shoulder one last time before I turn and face her. “Caught on to what? Us?”
“Yes. I think we played our usual roles rather well.” She smiles, and I can’t help but smile back.
“Is that what we’re doing? Maintaining our usual roles?” I may play dumb in front of our friends, but I know what’s up. Nico said I’m pretending not to notice her, and he’s right. How can I miss this girl? This gorgeous, beautiful girl.
More like I’m dumbstruck by Sienna and how she makes me feel.
She nods. “We can’t let them know what’s really going on, can we?”
I take a couple of steps closer to her, her scent hitting me. Spicy-sweet and making my mouth water. “Are you telling me you want to keep up the pretense that you’re crushing on me and I have no idea?”
Her dark eyes are wide when they meet mine, her lips pursed in a sexy pout. “Wouldn’t that be easier for you? I know you’re currently under tremendous pressure, Gavin.”
I love it when she says my full name. Love it more when she looks at me like that, innocent yet sultry. A total contradiction. And what she’s saying is true. I’m under a lot of pressure, and I wasn’t lying when I told her I didn’t need a distraction. And that she was my biggest distraction.
She is. The biggest one I’ve got. One I welcome with open arms, but only under certain conditions.
And damn, that sucks.
“I am,” I finally say, closing in on her, my hands landing on the curve of her waist. Pinning her to the wall. “Think anyone would find us back here?”
It’s a dark and narrow spot in this part of the house, and I can hear people on the other side of the fence, in the front yard. There are people in the backyard not too far away from where we’re at too.
Yet all I can think about is fucking her right here. Shrouded in the dark yet surrounded by all kinds of people—some that we know. Including her brother.
That’s pretty messed up. But when it comes to Sienna, I lose all sense of reason. She’s all I can focus on. All I can think about.
See? The ultimate distraction.
“No. No one could find us.” She slowly shakes her head. “They can’t even see anything back here, it’s so dark.”
My eyes have adjusted to the dark, and I can definitely see her. I press my body to hers, let her feel what she’s doing to me. I’ve already got an erection, and I’ve barely touched her. “Where the hell did you get that dress, anyway?”
My voice is a growl, and it makes her giggle. I squeeze her hips, dipping my head so I can inhale the delicious scent of her shampoo. God, her hair is soft.
“At a store.” She tilts her head back at the same time I pull away slightly, her gaze meeting mine. “Do you like it?”
“I like this.” I draw my index finger across the top of her breasts, pleased when I see the goose bumps rise on her flesh. “Fucking sexy.”
“Thank you.” She sounds pleased, a gasp of surprise leaving her when I dip my finger in between her cleavage.
“Such soft skin.” I tug a little on the front of her dress to find it’ll give easily, and I take my time while I continue touching her, amping up the anticipation between the two of us. “Aren’t you cold?”
A shiver steals through her. “A little.”
I lean my head against hers, my mouth at her ear. “Want me to warm you up?”
She nods, exhaling sharply when I jerk the front of her dress down, her breasts popping out. “That’s not the way to warm me up, Gavin.”
Sienna sounds amused. She has no idea what I have planned.
“Be patient, baby. This might work.” I duck, drawing a hard little nipple into my mouth and sucking it deep. Her hands automatically clasp the back of my head, holding me to her, and I reach for the hem of her dress, shoving it up her thighs to find she’s not wearing panties underneath.
Aw fuck. How can I resist that?
“Gavin.” She whispers my name so softly I almost don’t hear her. I pull away from her breasts, and she spreads her legs when I brush my fingers along her slit and press them deeper, encountering nothing but hot, wet flesh. I stroke her there, pushing my thumb against her clit, keeping my gaze on her beautiful face. Entranced with her every gasp and shift, her eyes widening, her lips parting. The shuddery breaths that leave her.
Voices draw closer, and we both go still, my head turning toward the front yard. There’s a couple standing on the other side of the fence, talking in low tones, and damn, they are mere feet away from us.
“Baby,” I murmur, and she opens her eyes, her gaze hazy with lust. “I need you to be quiet.”
She nods, seemingly in a trance, and I remove my hand from her pussy, then press my wet fingers against her lips. She licks at them, making my dick surge, and I’m suddenly moving at a frantic pace. Grabbing my wallet, plucking the single wrapped condom I stashed in there, and tearing the wrapper open. I undo the button fly of my jeans, grateful I didn’t wear boxers because I had a feeling something like this would happen between us.
Glad my instincts were correct.
Her gaze drops to my crotch as I pull my cock out, her lips still parted, and she licks them, making me groan. The couple in front of the fence go quiet for a moment, and we stare at each other, panic fluttering in my chest.
But then they start talking again, and I grab hold of Sienna’s hips and flip her around, pressing my front against her back, my mouth at her ear once more. She molds her body into mine, her head tilting back, her hair brushing my face.
“Brace your hands on the wall, baby. And spread your legs.”
She does as I ask, looking like she’s about to get frisked by the cops, though her tits are hanging out the top of her dress and the skirt is bunched around her waist, the sight of her bare ass making me eager to get my dick inside her. She’s shivering—from the cold or from what we’re about to do; I’m not sure—and I roll the condom on, rest my hand on her hip, and slip inside her, never stopping until I’m completely wrapped up in her tight heat.
I fuck her steadily, trying my best to keep myself under control, but damn, it’s difficult. She feels so good. Too good. I bump against her perfect ass every time I thrust, and she’s slightly bent, her hands clawing at the wall, her pussy dripping all over my cock. This girl gets so wet for me, and I can’t get over it. I want to clean her up with my tongue. Feel her cream all over my face, but that’s not happening out here. We’ve got to make this quick.
More voices join the others, these ones all male and extremely loud, which is just the cover we need. I grip Sienna’s hips tighter, pounding, grunting with every thrust, and she tilts her head back with a moan. I grab hold of her hair with my fist and pull, making her whimper, and I lean in, running my tongue down the length of her neck, nibbling her there.
She comes mere seconds later, her pussy clenching in a rhythmic motion around my dick, sucking my own orgasm right out of me. I hold my body against hers as it sweeps over me, gritting my teeth and swallowing down the loud groan that wants to escape. I lose all sense of time and place, focused only on the sensations racing through me, and when I finally come to, I find that I’m draped over the top of her, my hands clasping her breasts, my mouth on her neck, breathing heavily.
Kissing the spot where her shoulder and neck connect, I carefully pull out of her pussy, wondering what the hell I’m going to do with the damn condom.
Sienna tugs her dress into place while I remove the condom and stash it in a stack of plastic planters that someone must’ve left back here. Fuck it.
I turn to face her, impressed by how put together she looks. The dress is back in place, and her hair is smooth, hanging down her back in soft waves. It definitely doesn’t look like I was just tugging on it only moments before. The only giveaway that she’s had sex is the rosy flush on her chest and neck. The way her eyes sparkle when they meet mine. That’s the giveaway she’s been fucked by someone.
Fucked by me. Pride fills my chest, and I start to reach for her when she speaks.
“I should probably go,” she starts, but I cut her off.
“Where?”
She glances toward the outdoor firepit, where lots of people have gathered. “I need to find Everleigh.”
“She’s probably with Nico.”
Sienna looks back at me, her expression hopeful. “You think so?”
“I’m guessing, but come on. He’s in denial over how he feels about her.” Just like I am with you.
A faint smile curls her swollen lips. “I hope he finally realizes how great she is.”
Her words strike me right in the damn heart, and for a second, I’m tempted to clutch it. Because in this very moment I’m realizing how great Sienna truly is. I’ve been feeling that way for a while, but the force of my emotions for her are coming at me one after the other, and I can’t speak. There’s a lump in my throat that feels like the size of a football, and when I finally swallow past it, my voice comes out like a croak.
“Come home with me.”
She presses her lips together, doubt flooding her gaze, and I worry she’s going to reject me. Bracing myself, I prepare for her to come up with a list of excuses and tell me no. I even briefly close my eyes, desperate to calm my suddenly racing heart.
“Okay,” she murmurs.
I crack my eyes open to find her watching me, her brows lowered like I confuse her, and yeah, I probably do. I confuse myself. “Let’s go.”
I hold out my hand, and she takes it, interlocking our fingers. We leave the party together, sneaking through the house and walking out the front door. Not a single person even notices that we’re holding hands, and I wonder why the hell I’m so stressed about the potential relationship with Sienna in the first place.
Seems to me, no one really gives a damn what we’re doing anyway.