Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Gavin
Her lips hadn’t left mine once as our mouths worked against each other.
Tongues tangled and teeth clashed in a powerful, desire-filled kiss.
The door slammed behind us, and we closed the rest of the world out.
If I wanted anyone to see us, I’d have fucked her outside.
But as much as I’m a bastard, I didn’t want a photographer to catch us and give Roman any bad press.
“Pull your dress up and put her hands above your head.” We’re not in the kind of relationship where I wanted to strip her down and take my time with her.
This was fucking. Plain and simple. The thought of being inside her again had my dick swollen with want and excitement.
I smirked as I unfastened the buttons of my shirt and slid down the zip on my trousers.
Her eyes were fixed on me as she lifted her hand and took hold of the small zip on her dress in her fingers, then dragged it down her side.
Her navy-blue bridesmaid dress slowly gaped open as she inched the straps down her biceps and freed her arms. Her body shimmied as she pushed it over her hips and revealed the matching navy underwear.
A gasp caught in my throat at the amazing sight in front of me, and she came towards me, her fingernails dragged down my torso.
“Fuck me, Gav.” Nikki panted. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as I cupped her chin in my hand, and with a firm hold, I brought her mouth to mine and crushed my lips to hers in a hard kiss. My tongue forced its way through her lips as it fought for dominance over hers.
As I pulled my mouth away, her eyes fluttered open. “Turn around.” She dutifully did as I asked. I took in her bare, almost translucent skin.
Her voice was muffled at first until a growl broke free, “Your dick.” I looked over and saw her chewing on her fist.
Nikki and I never did foreplay. Foreplay was intimate, and us fucking, was about as intimate as we were ever going to be. Although, the way she mewled when I touched her, I knew she’d be soaking wet for me, just like she always was. I quickly got a condom from my wallet and wrapped my dick.
With a rough thrust, I entered her. My name like a prayer on her tongue, as I drove in and out of her wanton body.
My balls were so tight I thought they would burst. When my finger pressed against her tight, puckered hole, her walls clamped around my shaft, making me groan in return.
Nikki always knew how to turn me on. I moved my hands to her hips and gripped them tightly, my nails bit into her skin as I held on and fucked her roughly to within an inch of her life.
She shouted and cried out, growling along with me as I pushed and pushed until I finally felt that spark.
My hips worked back and forth as I pulled her against me, harder and harder.
Nikki cried out, clamping down harder and bringing me closer to the explosion I was about to unleash.
“Jesus Gav, I’m gonna come.” A smile stretched my lips wide. I didn’t let up as her cries got louder, and she shouted my name. My legs trembled, and my dick became harder.
“Let it go, Nik.” Her pussy squeezed me tight; it was like an iron grip as she worked through her own orgasm. I rammed deeper inside her as she fell over the edge, and my climax spilled inside her.
When I was done, I looked up to see Nikki’s face buried in the duvet.
I lightly smacked her arse, that was still turned up at me.
“I’ll be back.” I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up before I went back in and pulled on my boxers.
Nikki laid herself flat out on the bed, face down, as naked as the day she was born.
I admired her petite body for a second, her red hair spread out around her like a fan on the white sheets.
“Nik?” I called out and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed, “you good?” I asked her softly.
“I will be in a minute,” heavy pants left her body as she replied. I chuckled and shifted her hair, I wanted to see her face.
“I have to get going.”
Her head turned, and she rested her cheek on the mattress.
A strange glint shone in her eyes as she sighed softly.
She tried to hide it, but I didn’t miss it.
I reached across and ran my fingers through her soft strands, “Don’t make it awkward.
” I said softly as she stared up at me, pressing her lips together.
“It’s always been awkward.” She admitted as she reached up and removed my fingers from her hair.
“You deserve better than this.” I muttered. I knew that, and so did she, but we didn’t stop.
“You’re too hard on yourself.” She whispered back.
I pressed a firm kiss to her head, breathed in the strawberry scent of her hair, then sat back up.
I turned my back, I had to, and quickly pulled on my clothes.
I glanced back at her as she met my gaze full-on, her lips were still pressed together in that thin, disapproving line.
With a wink and a small smile fixed on my lips, I left her bedroom and made my way to my own on the other side of the house.
As I stalled in the hallway, I looked out into the LA night through the small window; the stars littered the dark blue sky as I scoured the grounds.
I couldn’t see any press from here, but as I looked down, a smile made its way to my lips when I saw Roman with Paisley in his arms, I assumed it was to have a break from all the guests inside the marquee.
As he kissed her lovingly, I stepped back from the window and carried on towards my bedroom.
I’d soon pushed through the door, and stripped back out of my shirt and trousers as I entered the bathroom.
I turned on the shower, waited a moment for it to warm up then stepped inside.
I washed away the scent of Nikki and within minutes, I was out and had a towel wrapped around my hips.
I rubbed my hair with another towel and went into the bedroom and to my wardrobe.
Pulling out a Ralph Lauren shirt, I paired it with some black jeans and quickly dressed.
There was only one place I was going right now.
I shouldn’t, but I needed it. Once dressed, I ran my fingers through my hair and added some wax, then splashed some aftershave on, and I was ready.
I slipped out of the door and around the other end of the grounds as I made my way to the security staff watching the gate. Walsh hadn’t been with us long, so he had no idea of my past and my addictions.
“Hey.” I said as I kept an eye out around me, “I need you to take me somewhere.”
Walsh looked at me, I was sure he was trying to work out if he was allowed or not. “I’ll have to pass it by Rhys, he said we had to stay here.” he drawled in his American accent.
“You don’t need to ask Rhys. It’s only twenty minutes, you can be back before he’s even realised that you’ve gone.” He sighed as he looked at the car and then around him again. “I’m Roman’s best friend, it’s fine.”
His lips pursed as he mulled over whether he should then his eyes rolled, “Get in. But if I get in trouble, I’m taking you down with me.”
“You got it.”
I slipped into the back as Walsh got in the driver’s seat, and I informed him of my destination.
As we passed through the automatic gates, there were still some photographers hanging around, and as I looked between them through the tinted glass of the Mercedes, there she was again.
The timid photographer from earlier, sitting on the ground and watching as the car passed her by.