Chapter 23
LOCKE
We race back to the penthouse, my tires squealing against the pavement as I pull my car into the garage.
Home. This isn’t just my place anymore, it’s ours. It’s felt that way for a long damn time, but it’s official now. She loves me. Nessa loves me.
Hearing her say those words… It filled in a pit I didn’t even know I had within me.
I’ve been lonely, sure, but I didn’t realize just how badly I wanted what the other Serpents Singles were finding until she sassed at me in a bar in New York City.
I didn’t realize just how damn badly I needed that in my life, just how badly I needed her.
But I did, and I do, and now that I have her? There’s no chance she’s going anywhere.
We’re both antsy as we wait for the elevator, and when it finally arrives, the doors are barely open before we’re rushing in.
In a silent conversation, we agree to keep our hands to ourselves, both of us knowing that if we start, we aren’t going to stop.
We manage to keep it up when the car reaches our floor, and we practically sprint down the hall to our door.
The second I have it open, all bets are off.
I have no idea who reaches for the other first, and it doesn’t matter.
All that matters is that Nessa is in my arms and her mouth is on mine.
I sweep her off her feet, loving the way her legs fit around my waist and her arms wind around my neck as I carry her through the penthouse.
I take her straight to the shower, knowing she likes to take one after her shift. We strip out of our clothes, then take our time washing each other, teasing and touching and building this up, up, up until I slip into her and fuck her soft and slow against the shower wall until the water runs cold.
When we’re finished, I clean us both again, then towel us off and drop her onto the bed.
The second I set her down, she’s reaching for me like we haven’t touched in days, and I laugh at her impatience until I’m not laughing anymore.
I can’t with my breath gone as she sucks me to the back of her throat without warning.
Then it whooshes out of me all at once, and I gasp for air.
“Holy shit,” I mutter as I stare down at her. She looks like a fucking dream as she sucks on me, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming down her throat right there.
She uses her hand to work me over as she releases all of me except the tip, teasing me before swallowing me down again. Over and over, and I can’t fucking take it. Without warning, I pull away, and I enjoy the stunned look on her face far too much.
“Gonna come,” I say, struggling to catch my breath.
She pouts. “That’s kind of the point.”
“Yeah, but I want to come inside you.” I slip my hand into her still-wet hair, tipping her head back with a tight grip.
She leans into the touch, loving the bite of pain.
“Don’t you want that? Don’t you want me to fill that pretty pussy of yours, love?
Don’t you want to feel me dripping from your sweet cunt? ”
Her eyes glaze over at my words like she could come from them alone, and she nods.
“Yes. Please ,” she begs, voice raspy and filled with want.
“Then get on your hands and knees,” I tell her, and her eyes widen just slightly before she flips over for me.
And fuck, what a vision she is. Ass in the air, peeking at me over her shoulder with innocent eyes, though she’s anything but. I could slide into her and fuck her senseless. That’s what she wants, after all. But I don’t. I need to taste her first.
I drop to my knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed so I can get better access, and I eat her. Oh, I fucking eat. I lick and suck and taste every damn inch of her. I bury my face in her pussy, then her ass, and start all over again until she’s making a mess all over me.
And yet, it’s still not enough. I want more. I want all of her.
“Have you ever been fucked here?” I ask her, slipping my thumb over her hole and pressing on the tight ring.
“Yes,” she says on a moan. “I mean, no. Never. But yes to you. I want that. I want to give that to you. Only you.”
“Only mine is fucking right,” I murmur, nipping at her cheek.
I rise behind her, reach into my bedside table, and pull free a small bottle of lube I put in there after that morning in the kitchen, just in case. I pop open the top and drop a generous amount between her spread cheeks, adding a bit more to my fingers just to be safe.
Slowly, I press a single digit into her tight hole.
At first, she resists the foreign feeling, but it doesn’t last long as the pleasure sets in.
I back out, then push in farther, and each time she wiggles, searching for more.
I work her over, every pass getting easier until I can slip another finger in.
“Gavin…” She practically sighs my name, and I grin.
She’s so fucking lost in the bliss that she either doesn’t notice when I add a third finger, or she just loves it that much and doesn’t care.
When she’s loosened up enough and her body is relaxed, I slowly pull my fingers free one at a time before pressing the tip of my cock to her ass. She tenses at the new, bigger pressure.
“Breathe, love,” I instruct her. “Just breathe and try to relax.”
She nods, her hands flexing against the bedsheets as I push in more.
“Relax,” I say again, and I feel her do it. “That’s it, Nessa. You’re doing such a good job. Fuck, you should see you right now. You should see how good you look with my cock in your ass. Stretching you so beautifully.”
My words melt away the rest of her anxiety until she’s languid on the bed and I’ve completely bottomed out. I officially have all of her. Every inch of her…it’s mine. She’s mine.
“Oh god.” She moans. “You’re so… It feels so big. Fuck, Gavin, you feel so good.”
I stay still for a moment, letting her adjust to me, then slowly—so very fucking slowly—I move, and she cries with pure joy.
“Yes, yes. More. ”
And I give it to her. I pick up my pace, thrusting harder and faster each time but still being gentle and conscious of her body squeezing me and the sounds she’s making. She’s loving this. Who knew? I’m loving it too, and I need to come. But Nessa first.
“Touch yourself, love. Let me see you finger your cunt.”
“God, yes,” she says, slipping her hand between her legs.
I can’t see her, but I know when she slides in. I can feel it. Her entire body is taut as she fucks herself on her fingers while my cock fills her ass, and it’s too much. All of this is too much.
I come with a roar, the most intense orgasm slamming into me as I fulfill my promise and empty myself inside her. It must be enough to set Nessa off, too, and she squeezes me tightly as she crests the edge right along with me. I wait until the twitches subside before carefully pulling out of her.
“Stay,” I tell her, giving her a light swat on the ass.
She giggles softly as I grab a washcloth from the bathroom to clean her up with.
She shivers as I run the wet cloth between her legs, then her cheeks, soaking up the mess I’ve left behind.
I clean myself next and wash my hands before returning to bed.
Nessa is already curled up in the middle, the sheets pulled up around her chin, her eyes heavy as she grins up at me.
I slip in beside her, tugging her close until her head is resting on my chest.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hi,” I say back, and she laughs again.
It’s such a sweet sound, and I swear I could listen to it for the rest of my life. That’s a good thing because that’s what this is—it’s not some fling, it’s not just fun. It’s more. It’s real .
We lie there like that in silence for so long that my eyes grow tired and I’m starting to drift off.
“Gavin?” she asks when I think she’s asleep.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think I’m going to need that bed now.”
I chuckle. “Good thing I canceled it weeks ago.”
“Weeks?!”
“Yep. They actually tried delivering it about a week after I ordered it, but I kept putting it off because I didn’t want to give you up.” I shrug. “They finally threatened to keep it without a refund, so I canceled it.”
“That’s incredibly sneaky of you,” she accuses, yet I don’t feel the least bit sorry. “Sweet too, if I’m being honest.”
“Yeah? Well, get used to it, love.”
She sighs happily, drawing short circles on my chest. “You know, we should move Sir Fishsticks the Fourth somewhere else.”
“We should?”
“Yeah. He’s seen a lot of dirty things since I moved in. Poor fella is likely traumatized.”
“That’s okay. I’ll just replace him with Sir Fishsticks the Fifth.”
“Gavin!” She swats at me, and I laugh. “You’re terrible.”
“Maybe, but you love me.”
She snuggles closer, and I hold her tightly. “I do. I really, really do.”
“I love you too.”
She sighs. “I like it when you say that.”
“I plan on saying it for a long, long time, you know? We’re talking old-and-gray kind of long time.”
“But you already are old and gray.”
I growl. “Woman.”
She cackles loudly, and I laugh too. This is what I was waiting for right here—her. Her kind heart, her smarts, her sense of humor, her talent, her bratty moments. Just…her.
And I have her. Forever and more.