Chapter 8 – Gavin
8
Mistakes Have Been Made
Gavin
I SHOULDN’T HAVE come here.
I just wanted to apologize. To fix what happened so things can go back to the way they were. Then I saw her and it all went sideways. Now my train of bad decisions is barreling down the tracks so fast, I don’t know if I can stop it.
Or if I want to.
My fingers flex against the couch as I ease down to my knees, bringing us almost eye level. “Can I touch you now?”
Alexis gives me a jerky nod, her chest rising and falling on quick breaths. Her expression doesn’t give anything away though, so I can’t tell if she’s breathing heavily because she’s nervous or excited.
God I hope it’s the second one.
Her eyes snap from my hands to my face. “I thought you were going to touch me.”
A slow smile works across my mouth. “I like how impatient you are, Al.”
“I’m not impatient.” She chews her lower lip, trying to hide a smile. “I’m just worried this is a time-sensitive opportunity.”
A sharp laugh slips out. “Was that a premature ejaculation joke?” I work my hands toward her hips. “At my expense?”
She nods, that full lip going back between her teeth. “It was.”
“Funny girl.” I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants, stretching the elastic a little as I work the soft knit over the curve of her hips. “Lift.”
She doesn’t hesitate to raise her ass off the couch, watching me with those pretty blue eyes as I reveal more and more of her body. The softness of her skin brushes my knuckles as I skim them down, my cock so hard it aches even before I get my first peek at the perfectly shaped triangle of light brown hair covering her pussy. I don’t know how much work it takes to get it to look like that, but I plan to show my appreciation for her effort.
It’s nearly impossible not to get distracted by what’s in front of me, but I’ve made an ass of myself once with her, and I won’t do it again. So, even though all I want is to bury my face between her soft thighs, I force myself to continue peeling away the layers hiding the rest of her beautiful body.
Since I showed complete disregard for her clothing the last time we were together, I carefully drape her pants over the chair next to me before moving on to her T-shirt. I gather the front of it in one hand and use it to bring her closer, lifting Alexis up so I can more easily drag it over her head. Like last time, her bra and panties match. As I work the back hooks open, I lift my eyes from the satiny, pale pink cups to her face. “Do you always wear matching sets?”
Seeing Al wearing coordinating red lace the night of the party had me reacting in an unexpected way, rearing the ugly head of an emotion I’ve spent my adult life avoiding. But tonight, seeing her again wearing what would normally indicate preplanning when she was clearly spending her evening alone, makes me kick myself a little bit. I should have known better. Should have known Alexis would consider every aspect of what she’s wearing—including the parts no one else would see—regardless of the situation.
But I get to see them, and it makes me a little smug. A little less jealous than I was.
But only a little, because now I want to know—
“How many people have touched you besides me, Al?” I slide away her bra, stifling a groan as the weight of her tits brings them closer to me.
“That’s none of your business.” Her retort is almost indignant sounding.
She’s always been a temperamental little thing. If she felt it, she said it, and Al doesn’t pull any punches or mince any words. She’s a whole pile of attitude packed into a tiny package, and I love it. The attitude, and the package.
And I want to know who else has loved it.
Hooking my hands behind her knees, I lever them higher until she tips back against the sofa. “Tell me anyway.”
I turn my head as I wait for her answer, running my lips along the inside of her thigh. Last time I was lucky enough to get my hands on her, I wasn’t in any way prepared for how good it would feel. Hopefully, having some time to wrap my head around what it’s like to touch her has given me the edge I need. The ability to make sure the tables stay turned in my favor.
I’ve almost reached the apex of her thighs when Alexis whispers a single word. A word I wasn’t expecting to hear.
“One.”
I lift my eyes to her face, sure I didn’t hear her right. “Did you say, one ?”
The tip of her tongue slides across her lower lip, teasing me with a peek at a part of her I’ve thought about way more than I should have this past week. She gives me a slow nod.
One.
Fucking one ?
“You’ve only been with one person?” There’s no hiding the strain in my voice as a pressure unlike any I’ve ever known sinks into my skin.
Her eyes narrow, her brows lowering as she gives me a glare. “Not all of us have groupies ready to drop their pants at any moment.”
That stops me for a second. “Do you wish you did?” The thought of men whipping their dicks out right and left for Al has my fingers tightening where they grip the soft flesh of her thighs. And that possessive jealousy I hate so much is rearing its ugly head yet again.
“Women have needs too, ass.” She practically spits the words at me. Like she can’t believe I have the audacity to judge her for something I’ve done.
I honestly can’t believe I have it either. I’ve never given a single shit about who else a woman has been with. It wasn’t my business.
But Alexis? I want to hunt down that dick she dated in college—since he has to be the one—and rip his hands off. Maybe his lips too.
My eyes drop to the gleaming pussy begging for my attention. “And did Huge-nose satisfy those needs?”
Alexis scoffs. “His name was Hugo.”
“I know his fucking name, Al.” I pull her closer, eliciting a yelp as I drag her farther down the cushion. “Now answer my question.”
I’m not normally like this, and, once again, my whole game is thrown completely off by my reaction to the woman in front of me. Thank God I had the foresight to keep my pants on, because I’m not sure where I’d have my dick right now. Probably sliding against her skin, painting it with my cum like a fucking caveman trying to mark his territory.
“Again, that’s none of your business.” She shuts me down sharper this time. Hard enough I know she won’t be making any more admissions.
That’s fine. I don’t need her to tell me he didn’t get her off. I can tell by the emotions fixed across her pretty face. There’s only anger and outrage. No embarrassment. No flush of her skin at the memory of a job well done.
Knowing Huge-nose didn’t leave her with fond memories eases a little of the jealousy coursing through my veins.
But only a little.
“You stayed with Huge-nose an awfully long time considering he didn’t get you off.” There’s smugness in my tone and I don’t care. I always hated that dick. He was never good enough for her. Acted like she should be grateful he was with her. Talked down to her in a way that he tried to pass off as teasing, but I could see the truth.
Hearing he’s just as big of a dud in bed as he is outside of it, has me smiling as I lean closer, ready to put my entire focus on the task in front of me. To set a new standard so Alexis never settles like that again.
Except, the thought of someone else touching her like this sends a feral sounding growl rumbling through my chest. I’m no stranger to making threatening sounds. It’s a big part of my career. But it’s never been a big part of my bedroom lineup.
Al’s hand fists in the front of my hair, gripping tight so she can shove my head back until our eyes meet. There’s an incredulous expression on her face. “Did you just growl at me?”
“No.” That growl wasn’t for her, and I don’t want to think about who it was actually directed at. So before she can dig any deeper, I bring my mouth to her skin, fighting the grip of her fingers as I drag my flattened tongue up her slick slit.
Alexis doesn’t move—doesn’t even breathe—until I reach the hardened nub of her clit and flick it. That’s when all the air rushes from her lungs and her body jerks against the hold I still have on her.
A smile curves my lips and that low rumbling sound works free again, but this time it’s from satisfaction.
Seems like Huge-nose couldn’t find her clit even when it was right in front of his face. I flick it again, just so she knows I did it on purpose, lifting my eyes to her face as I continue teasing the little bundle of nerves at a steady pace.
Her hand is still in my hair, but she’s no longer trying to push me away. Now she’s holding me in place. Like she’s afraid I’m going to stop and leave her hanging.
It’s a fair concern given what I just learned, but I want to make sure she knows I’d never do that to her. Not on purpose anyway. If she tries to run away again, that’s on her.
I’m just settling in, hooking her thick thighs over my shoulders, when her muscles tense, hips flexing as an orgasm seems to hit her out of nowhere. I drink in the soft sound she makes and the way her body shakes, trying to soak up as much of the moment as I can. Because that was quick. I’d be proud if I wasn’t so fucking let down.
I came here tonight only to apologize, but the second I had the opportunity to get my hands all over her, I jumped right on. Unfortunately, that opportunity turned out to be very short-lived. And now I’m kicking myself, because the only excuse I had to justify touching her— flimsy as it was—is gone. I owed her one. Now we’re even.
And I’ve never been more disappointed in my life.
When I look up, Al’s eyes are wide on mine, her mouth dropped open, like she can’t believe what just happened.
I scan her features for any hint of regret, but I don’t think it’s there. I hope not anyway, since after this we’re supposed to go back to how we were. Act like nothing ever happened.
Her tongue flicks against that lower lip again, eyes dropping down my body to fix on where my dick is straining against the front of my jeans. “What about you?”
“What about me?” I should stop touching her now, but I can’t seem to pull my hands from the smooth softness of her skin.
“Aren’t you…” Another flick of that sweet, tempting tongue. “I mean, don’t you want to…”
The flush she didn’t display earlier flares across her skin, proving my assumptions right. This is how Al would have looked if Huge-nose had given her anything fond to remember.
“Are you offering to get me off?” I should be strong enough—smart enough—to turn an opportunity like that down, but I already know I’m not.
She pinches her lower lip between her teeth once more before the fullness of her mouth lifts into a teasing smile. “I was thinking since you got me off on purpose, it’s only fair I get you off on purpose.” Al’s hungry gaze moves over my body. “But we should probably get any possible casualties out of the way. You know, since you have a little bit of a hair trigger.”