Chapter 30
Scottie
BEST ALARM CLOCK I’VE EVER HAD
I’m having the best dream.
I feel amazing.
More than amazing.
Like I’m going to—
I’m about to come.
That’s when I realize—
This isn’t a dream. This is real.
My eyes blink open, heavy and blurry with sleep, and I pull the covers off my body to find a man between my legs. A wet mouth on my pussy. A tongue buried inside me. Hands holding my hips. Gavin’s long hair tickling my thighs.
His eyes flick to mine as his tongue drags up.
“Oh,” I breathe, or maybe whimper—I’m not sure.
He watches me, licking languidly, deliciously slow.
My fingers find his hair without thinking, threading through the strands, pulling, needing something to hold onto.
He hums at the contact, and the sound vibrates through me, straight to the coil of heat building low in my belly.
“Gav…” My voice breaks on his name.
His grip on my hips tightens just enough to anchor me, to hold me there, to keep me open for him.
“I—” It comes out shaky. “I’m going to—”
He nods, mouth still on me, eyes never leaving mine.
Like he wants to see it.
It hits hard, an overwhelming rush of euphoria, my back arching off the mattress, a helpless mangle of sounds falling out of me as my fingers pull on his hair, my thighs tightening around him as the pleasure breaks open and rolls over me.
He holds me through it, not letting me go, not pulling away. He lets me fall apart in his mouth, feasting on my release.
And it’s only when I finally come back down, breathless and still shaking, that he presses one last slow kiss to the inside of my thigh, looking up at me with satisfaction in his gaze.
He sits up, wiping some of the shine off his lips. His hair is mussed, body gloriously naked.
“That’s a damn fine pussy, Mrs. Ledger.”
I giggle, tossing my head back. “Technically, I didn’t change my last name.”
He crawls over top of me, settling his body over mine, arms propped on either side of my head. “Yet,” he corrects before placing a soft kiss to my lips. “You haven’t changed your last name yet.”
Possessive Gavin might just be my favorite. And he’s so fun to tease.
I shrug, attempting to look like I’m giving him attitude, but I can’t contain my smile. “And if I don’t want to?”
In one fell swoop, he flips us, arranging me to straddle him. I can feel the hardness of his cock as it grazes my clit.
“You can do whatever you want, baby. But I’m not going to lie and pretend I don’t want you to have my last name. For everyone to know who you belong to.”
It’s wild how hot it gets me when he talks like this. I’ve spent most of my life never wanting to be anyone’s, and now I’m folding for him like a cat in heat every time he claims me.
“I’ll think about it.” My voice comes out breathless due to the growing erection pressing against my entrance.
I can’t help myself and shamelessly grind against it.
Gavin’s eyes roll back, his breathing coming in short spurts, before he grabs one of the few condoms we have left and slips it over his length.
“Reach down and put it in,” he grits.
I’m incredibly sore. I shouldn’t be ready for him again.
I should give my vagina the rest it needs after being dicked down all night by Gavin’s massive cock.
But the man just told me to reach down and put it in, and I am nothing but a horny slut for my husband when he gets all commanding and rough with me.
“Yes, sir,” I tell him as I slowly sink down on every inch he has to give, relishing in the achingly full stretch of him. It hurts so good.
His eyes flare, and I’m not sure if it’s because I called him sir or because he’s got an eyeful of my tits. I think even if he was flaming mad at me, all I’d have to do is flash him and all would be well again.
We both groan when I’m fully seated, and his hands land on my hips, gripping them.
He lifts me, sliding me up and down his cock.
Even with me on top, he’s still in control, setting the pace, lifting his own hips to meet me thrust for thrust. My breasts bounce uncontrollably, my body completely under his control.
Despite having come only a few minutes ago, I’m already almost there, a tight warmth unraveling within me, intense pressure consuming me.
“You look so pretty on my cock,” he says as he stares where we connect.
“You look pretty hot with your face between my legs. Best alarm clock I’ve ever had.”
He pinches one of my nipples between his fingers, flicking it, the combination of pain and pleasure making me dizzy.
“I’ll wake you up like that every day for the rest of our lives if you let me.” He leans forward, wrapping his mouth around my nipple, tugging it with his teeth before sucking on it, his gaze never leaving mine.
His words do something to me.
Hitting something deeper than just the physical, something bigger, more profound.
Because this was supposed to be a trial run, a test, and he’s already graduated to forever.
I’ve never had someone be so sure about me. He’s everything I wasn’t convinced I’d ever get to have. Someone safe. Someone real. Someone who wants me back.
I don’t say anything. I can’t.
Instead, I kiss him, deeper, with everything I have, and he meets me with just as much.
Our movements lose rhythm, turning frantic and hurried, both of us chasing relief. There’s no finesse, no smooth control anymore—just hunger. Instinct. Pure need.
I bite his shoulder, claiming him, just as he growls, thrusting up into me hard enough and deep enough I think he might come up my throat.
We collapse together, tangled, bodies slick, completely spent, nothing but the sounds of our breaths filling the room.
We enjoy a very nice, very civilized breakfast with Carl and Maggie—considering Gavin absolutely defiled me and fucked my brains out less than an hour before we walked out of that bedroom.
I have never in my life related more to the phrase “sweating like a whore in church.”
Afterward, Gavin stands and stretches, his shirt lifting just enough to show a sliver of his firm stomach. My brain immediately short-circuits, and Maggie definitely sees me checking him out because she smirks into her mug.
It makes me think she might’ve heard us last night and again this morning. I should be mortified, but I had too many orgasms to feel even an ounce of shame.
“If you don’t mind, I was thinking me and Scottie would explore the lake.”
Carl nods and Maggie grins. “Go right ahead. Don’t let us old folks hold you back. We’ll reconvene for dinner and discuss the sale.” She winks at me like it’s merely a matter of signing some paper to close the deal, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.
We get changed in the bedroom and miraculously manage to not have a quickie, though I wouldn’t be opposed to it.
“That’s what you’re wearing?” Gavin asks, scrubbing a hand down his face.
I look down at my outfit: a white bikini with shorts, a tank top over it, and sandals. I also slipped some shoes meant for rougher terrain in my bag if we get into the brush.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” I scowl. I do NOT like being told what to wear.
He laughs and throws back his head with a groan. “I’m trying to not stick my dick in you every chance I get, and then you go and put on that little bikini. It’s going to drive me wild. Might have to take you behind a rock or something.”
I shrug, trying to look unbothered, when really I’m loving it. This man wants me. Like all the time. And it’s so fucking hot. I’ve never known the feeling of being truly desired, and now I don’t think I could ever settle for less.
“C’mon, lover boy.” I grab his hand and drag him out of the bedroom. “Let’s go for a walk before you trap me in here with your magic cock.”
He laughs, and it comes out sounding like a groan, but he follows me out.
We set off on the lakeside trail, the smell of pine and sagebrush heavy in the high-desert heat.
The hike is easy at first, and even though Elyse’s torture Pilates kicked my ass, I’m in fairly good shape.
In Chicago I would regularly take advanced dance classes, keeping my skills sharp.
But eventually the incline increases, the brush gets thicker, and my short legs can’t keep up with Gavin’s.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “You can walk ahead, don’t let me slow you down.”
His brows draw together beneath his glasses.
“I’m not interested in the hike,” he laughs.
“I just wanted to spend time with you out of the house. We can go slow, I’m in no rush.
” He steps closer, brushing my hair behind my ear.
“We don’t even have to hike. We can go lay down by the lake and enjoy the day. ”
I remember how Gavin used to be before Lily was born.
Traveling the world, jumping off God knows what, and diving into shark-infested waters.
He was a thrill seeker, an adrenaline junkie.
But he doesn’t do those things anymore. And even though I’m sure this trail is a bunny hill in comparison to the mountains he used to scale, I’m happy to walk alongside him and enjoy something with him he rarely, if ever, does anymore.
“Let’s keep walking.” I point to where the water curves inward and the shore rises into a rock formation. “Let’s make it there, and then we can turn back around.”
He nods, studying the rock, and I just know he wants to jump off it.
I didn’t say it.
But that’s exactly what we’re going to do.
We keep going, the pace slow and relaxed, but my excitement grows the closer we get.
I’m not someone who finds joy in risking my life, even the illusion of it, but I’m excited to experience a side of Gavin he usually suppresses.
I can understand why he’s careful now, more cautious. He’s all Lily has. And he’s too good of a man—too good of a father—to ever put her at risk of losing him before his time.
And the only reason I think this rock formation is worth the risk is because it’s a relatively low jump, and Wallula Lake is one of the deepest lakes in the state. As far as cliff jumping goes, it’s one of the safer bets.
We reach the rock and both pause to take it in. The cliff isn’t high—maybe fifteen feet—but from where we’re standing, it looks dramatic enough to seem like a longer drop. The lake below is a dark sapphire, glacial water runoff that’s sure to be ice cold despite the hot summer temperatures.
Gavin stands beside me, hands on his hips, staring at the cliff, but making no move toward it.
“Maybe when we get back, we can go lay by the lake. I haven’t seen nearly enough of the bikini you’ve been hiding.”
I giggle, wrapping my arms around him even though we’re both sweaty. “We can definitely do that. But before we do that, I have an idea.”
“Hmm,” he hums, looking out at the view.
I spin out of his arms and strip off my top. “We could walk back.” I slip off my shorts, kicking them to the ground. “Or we could jump.” I ball my clothes up and toss them in my bag, leaving me in nothing but a bikini.
His head rears back. “You want to jump? Since when do you jump off cliffs?”
I cross my arms, knowing my tits will distract him. “You used to like it. I thought maybe adrenaline-junkie Gavin would like to come out and play for a bit.”
His jaw flexes, lip rolling, and I can’t tell if he’s mad or something else.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Maybe I didn’t think this through well enough.
“You know what? Never mind. I don’t know what I was thinking. Let’s just forget it.”
I start to walk past him, but he wraps a hand softly around my arm, stopping me.
“Let’s do it.”
My eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He yanks off his shirt, putting all those juicy muscles on display. “But only if you jump with me.”
I shrug. “Well, I was already planning to jump, so that’s fine.”
“Together.”
“Together?” My forehead scrunches. “How does that work?”
He removes his glasses, putting them in a secure case before stepping out of his shorts. “You’ll see.” He winks.
Now I’m very curious.
Once our clothes and phones are safely bagged up, Gavin tosses them down to the beach below.
“You ready?” he asks.
I nod.
But my legs wobble—nerves and excitement twisting in my stomach.
We walk to the edge, him guiding me so my back is to the water and I’m facing him.
“Wrap your arms around me.”
I do as he says, snaking my arms around his neck until we’re chest to chest.
He hoists me up, grabbing beneath my thighs as my legs circle around him.
I feel a bit like a baby koala, and as ridiculous as it is, I love clinging to him like a helpless little creature.
“Eyes on me, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let you go.”
I know he’s talking about the jump, but my heart lurches like there’s more meaning behind his words than just this moment.
I nod, unable to speak.
His eyes lock with mine as he breathes in deeply. “Ready to fall with me, Starlet?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Because I think I already have—and whatever this is now, it isn’t falling anymore.
It’s flying.
And just like that, we jump.
For one suspended second, time ceases to exist and gravity lets go, leaving us completely weightless.
Then we plunge—water cold and shocking. I gasp as we break the surface, sputtering laughter.
And he kept his word—his arms never left me, nor mine him. We stayed completely together, only our legs untangling to kick to the surface.
Still holding me, Gavin pushes his hair back, water dripping down his jaw, and I swear I’ve never seen him look more beautiful. His eyes are bright, wide, unguarded.
Like he just let himself come up for air after holding it for years.
“That,” I say between breaths, “was fun.”
“It was,” he murmurs—eyes locked on mine.
Then his mouth is on me, cold from the water and blazing hot all at once. He pulls me in, bodies colliding, the lake rocking softly around us as we kiss like we’re the only two people left in the world.