11. Suzie
Suzie
“W e ran the Cheeky Bugger Diner for more than thirty years before my Elsie went on to the next dimension, rest her soul.” Granddaddy Aaron, as he insisted I call him, had lived a thrilling life filled with adventure. “When I lost her, I didn’t have the heart for the mundane business of inventory lists and paperwork. And the lack of grab-ass in the kitchen.” The older man laughed until he was breathless and red-faced.
“We should all be so lucky to have what you two did,” I assured him and lifted my wine glass. “Everything was delicious, thank you.”
Aaron shook his head. “That wasn’t me, it was my boy. Isn’t that right, Gavin?”
I turned my gaze to the quietest of my two dinner hosts. Gavin had taken the doctor’s orders seriously, which I was glad to see even if I missed hearing the sexy timbre of his deep voice. “You made this?”
He nodded, a small, almost shy smile kicking his mouth into a lopsided grin. “I did.”
“It’s wonderful. I’ve never had baked gnocchi before.” It was hearty and delicious, the perfect meal against the chilly night air. “Did you learn it from Aaron?”
“Nope. My grandmama.”
I smiled at his affectionate names for his grandparents, at the love in his voice when he spoke of them. It made him real, human, and dammit, even more attractive, if that was even possible. Tonight, he’d dressed like the rock star he was in jeans that fit his body like a glove, a faded black T-shirt, a leather cuff on his wrist and his hair sexily messy. “I’ll bet she was great.”
“Oh, she was,” Aaron piped in. I dreamed of meeting a girl like her when I was in the military and packed with a bunch of men nonstop.” He laughed to himself, a wistful smile on his face. “It took a lifetime to meet her. I worked as a cruise ship chef sailing the Mediterranean and then as a roadie for a rock band, but you know where I met her? A small-town library when the tour bus broke down.”
“No way! That’s a movie,” I insisted and looked to Gavin. “That’s totally a movie plot, isn’t it?”
Gavin smiled and shook his head. “Should be, though.”
I couldn’t agree more. Granddaddy Aaron had lived his life to the fullest. He’d seen the world and then he’d fallen in love and settled down with the woman of his dreams. They had kids, a home, and a business together. A full life of love and of happiness. Exactly what I wanted. And was no closer to getting as long as I spent my free time with a nomadic rock star playboy.
Granddaddy Aaron stood with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. “I think I’ll head to bed now, leave you kids to have some time to yourselves.” With a final wink, he shuffled off, whistling an unfamiliar tune.
The air crackled between us and I turned to Gavin’s smiling eyes. “He doesn’t do subtlety very well, does he?”
“He has a lot of talents, but subtlety isn’t one of them.”
“It’s refreshing, that kind of honesty, don’t you think?” He didn’t sugarcoat his words, didn’t temper his salty language and somehow, it only made me want to know more from the older man.
“Until he starts telling embarrassing stories of my childhood to a woman I’m trying to impress.”
I laughed. “As if I didn’t already know you were a teenage heartbreaker, but I did love that blow job story.”
“He was supposed to be at the diner!”
I laughed again. “At least he had the courtesy of letting you finish.”
Gavin grunted his embarrassment. “Yeah. So good of him.”
His embarrassment was more appealing than I could have ever imagined and it made me feel bold. “We can replace that couch memory with another, but only if you’re up to it.”
Gavin sat up straight, his expression dark and hungry. “I am.”
“Good.” I pushed away from the table and stood. “But you have to promise to be quiet.”
“I will be,” he growled and stood, stepping into my personal space.
I shook a finger at him and backed up. “Pretty sure growling isn’t on the list.”
“Sorry.” Gavin mouthed the word and took another step forward and then another, forcing me back until I was pressed against the wall. “Better?” He mouthed the word again.
I was so turned on that all I could do was nod.
“Good.” This time, the word came out barely above a whisper and it shot straight between my thighs, making me highly aware of just how wet I was already.
“Let’s keep it that way,” I told him and pressed my lips to his, my body catching on fire instantly. The kiss was incredible, hot and slow, building a fire with just one ember. My fingers speared in his hair and his hands flew to my hips, pulling me close to feel that he was already hard. Long and hard and oh-so-deliciously thick.
Somehow, our little dance carried us to the place we needed to be: the sofa. Gavin pulled me down on top of him and I happily straddled his hips, thrusting my fingers in his hair and fitting our mouths back together, a puzzle that belonged perfectly. His lips were soft and commanding, sliding between mine until our tongues touched and fireworks exploded inside of me.
My hips moved slowly, back and forth along the length of his erection, pulling a gasp from me. “Gavin,” I moaned and nibbled his bottom lip.
“Suzie,” he growled and gripped my hips. His hands slid up my thighs and under the skirt of the wrap dress I’d worn for this very moment. Up and up his hands slid, until his thumbs found my core, wet and sticky. “Suzie.” Gavin pulled back. “No panties.”
“Surprise?”
He let out a low chuckle and kissed me again while his thumbs played my body like it was his trustworthy guitar. His fingers were nimble and capable and I couldn’t get enough.
My hips ground against him, against his fingers, and a groan fell from my lips to his. We kissed like horny teenagers, unable to pull ourselves apart because the need was just too strong. Pleasure mounted and I felt my orgasm build as my hips moved faster and faster against his fingers.
Gavin growled, and as much as I really didn’t want to, I pulled back.
“Why did you stop?”
“Too much noise,” I panted and let my hands drop to the waistband of his jeans. My fingers made quick work of the button and zipper, and I slipped my hand inside, stroking the long, hardness of him. “I want you, Gavin. Badly. But I won’t have your voice impacted because of me.”
“Suzie,” he groaned and, in one swift move, had the tie of my dress unraveled and open. “Your tits,” he panted, “are gorgeous.”
I smiled and freed his cock from his pants, gripping it in my hand as I lifted up, ready to slide down. More than ready. “Quiet or I stop. Got it?”
Gavin nodded, a satisfied smile on his face that quickly turned to an anguished, clenched-jaw smile as I let myself have him. Have this moment with him. “Suzie Q,” he whispered and dug his fingertips into my hips.
“You feel so good,” I whispered in his ear, moving in a slow and steady pace designed to drive us both crazy. He was buried so deep from this angle and I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t go slow enough to prolong the pleasure because he kept hitting that spot and I felt my pleasure building quickly. “Gavin.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I can feel your pussy fluttering all around me.”
“Dirty,” I growled and nipped his ear, dotting a trail of heat from there to his jaw, headed straight for his mouth. I rocked slow and deep, over and over, and the only sign Gavin was close was how deep his fingers dug into my skin. He was quiet aside from a few gasps, which I appreciated.
My own pleasure ratcheted up higher and higher, but I wasn’t ready for this to be over. Not yet. I slid off his cock and down to the floor with a grin. “I can be dirty, too.”
“Suzie, no.”
“Yes, Gavin. Hell yes.” I took him in my mouth, eyes glued to his beautiful face. His eyes were on me, unable to look away as I tasted every long inch of him. His fingers tangled in my hair and his head fell back as pleasure flooded his body.
“Suzie. No more. Please.”
I should have pulled back and stopped, kept my promise. But the anguish in his tone, the way he gripped my hair and pulled me away from his cock was too irresistible. “No more?” I stood, my hand still stroking his erection as I slid back down his length. “Oh, god!” That was all it took for my control to snap—two or three strokes and I was gone, convulsing like a sex maniac on top of him.
But I wasn’t alone.
Gavin’s body tensed and then jerked, and his pleasure flowed into me on a quietly intense orgasm, a satisfied smile on his face. His fingers slid through my hair and he brought me down to his mouth, kissing me hard and rough as aftershocks rocked through me. We kissed until we were breathless and spent. Gavin pulled back and smiled up at me.
“That was even hotter than I imagined it would be,” I admitted.
“No shit,” he panted. “That was unforgettable. I might have a jerk to the memory of you down on your knees during every shower until my cock stops working.”
“Elegant,” I laughed and kissed him again, for no other reason than I could.
“I know another way to keep me quiet,” he whispered, mischief in his eyes as he slid me from his lap and laid me on the sofa.
“Oh, yeah?”
Gavin nodded and flung one of my legs and then the other over his shoulders. “Give me something else to put in my mouth.” And then, he buried his face between my legs and guaranteed I would never, ever forget this night.
Ever.