Chapter One
Ava
Four months earlier...
“I don’t have sex without a condom.”
“Don’t worry, we’re going to use one. I’m clean. What about you?”
“I’m clean, too.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” He looks at me, down at himself, then back up at me.
I hold eye contact with his steady gaze. His oh so sure of himself, sexy, leisurely, waiting posture and tell him, “I don’t do that. I mean...I do it but only if I’m in an exclusive relationship. We’re not.”
Unmoving, he tells me in his smooth as silk deep voice, “You wanted me, you have me, show me what this Ava is about. Lick.”
This is a different side of him. I’ve never seen him this assertive and demanding.
Then again, he usually avoids all willing interactions with me no matter how much I try to take him down.
Well this is what I wanted, him, and he’s giving himself to me all right.
I might not get the chance to get at him again and I do hate a missed opportunity.
In nothing but my black lace thong, I sit down on the edge of the bed. Holding his gaze, I put my hands on my thighs, slowly parting them, waiting for him to come to me.
Walking to me with his shirt off, he stands just between my legs touching my knees.
I watch his muscles flex as he drops his pants allowing me to get the full-frontal exposure of his massive arousal.
God, it’s better than I imagined. His body is a frigging work of art.
Beautifully sculpted to my specification.
Hard, smooth, steel but soft and warm beneath my fingertips.
Drawn to him, I reach out to wrap my hand around him and then I stop. Looking up at him towering over me when he says, “No, no hands. Get down on your knees. I’m running the show tonight. Get down on your knees and lick me. When you put your mind to it you can be a real bitch.”
“What?” My eyebrows go up and I wait for him to explain himself before I let him know what’s on my mind.
With an arrogant smile I didn’t know he possessed in all the years I’ve known him, he looks at me unflinching from the, ‘I’m going to chew your ass out’ look on my face, telling me, “I think you should take it like a bitch down on all fours.”
“Usually this shit doesn’t fly with me; I give orders I don’t take them. If you were another man you’d be limping out of here with a broken dick. Just to let you know, which I’m sure you already do.”
“Ava, you wanted me, now you have me, the full Christopher Reed experience. Outside of these walls, I would never call you that. Take it as a compliment for what we’re about to do.
You’re a modern-day woman who likes to give as good as she gets.
Here’s your chance, give it to me. You might not get another one if I walk out the door. ”
Well shit! When he puts it like that...I’ve worked long and hard to catch him, only to have him slip through my fingers due to poor word choice and me being who I am, not taking shit from any man, not even the one I’m about to make unbelievable happy with my skills.
This happening was not a part of the plan for tonight.
All we were going to do was hang out and have the best damn bachelor and bachelorette party Cat and Nick didn’t want to have.
Party of two since we were the only ones in the wedding.
It was part of a peace treaty between us after another one of our strong disagreements.
One of many since I was about eleven and he was my best friend’s 15-year-old brother.
I thought he was the most handsome boy my eyes landed on.
I terrorized him mercilessly but only because I didn’t know how to tell him.
I’m not a little girl anymore and he’s all man. Six feet one, deep brown eyes, solid muscles. I’m going to show him exactly what he’s been missing out on in his carefully controlled life.
Head held high, I lock eyes with him. Hooking my arms around his firm thighs, I sink down to my knees effortless, exactly where he wants me.
Stroking my hair back out of my face with strong hands, he tips my chin up further between his fingers. “Good girl. Now suck.”
And suck I did, along with various other things that left me shocked at myself, which is not an easy feat.
I had no idea Chris could be so domineering.
In his everyday life, he’s usually calm and cool, the voice of reason.
But there was a gentleness in the way he commanded me to do as he wished then rewarded my full compliance.
With soft kisses and hard heart pounding thrusts.
Then slow long strokes playing my body to a beat only he could control.
Power was his and I was all too willing to follow wherever he led my aching body of need and anticipation.
You really don’t know a person until you’re stripped down bare at their mercy while you’re spread eagle.
Legs and arms restrained, while ripples of exquisite torture from only his hands and mouth course through your body with endless spirals.
To say it was the best sex I’ve had would be an immense understatement.
It was dirty, raw, and out of my control the way I didn’t know I liked it.
The next morning, I go from that to waking up alone in my bed with a smile on my face, to seeing him with Sage.
His date to his sister’s wedding. What the hell!
Just like that all the good feelings I had from last night are gone.
I’m standing here in my maid of honor dress looking like the fabulous ex-beauty queen I am, seething.
Watching her kiss him on the lips, lips that were between my legs and every other crevasse on and in my body mere hours ago. I’ll kill him.
Once, Sage, aka Old Spice releases him from the lip lock she has clamped down on him, I move more into the corridor and grab his hand as he’s walking by. Being the best man he is probably on his way to Cat’s room to tell her Nick’s impatient ass is ready to get this wedding started.
“Aren’t we going to talk about how you’re doing me wrong?” I say, flinging his hand down.
He looks at me surprised like he doesn’t understand what I’m saying. “What are you talking about?”
As usual, my deep Nashville roots start showing in my accent when I get all worked up. “Don’t play stupid, you know. The night after we’re together you show up with that one dangling off your arm at Cat’s wedding. What the hell is that?
“She was my date long before we hooked up last night.”
“Are you trying to show me last night meant nothing? Today is business as usual where I’m only your little sister’s pesky best friend that you merely tolerate when you have to?” I’m railing at him and he’s looking at me with that annoying calm composure.
“Ava, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
“I let you do things to me I don’t do, I came as close as possible to begging as I ever have and let me tell you, this is one bitch that begs for no man. And all that was only a hook up to you?”
“I didn’t say that. Your words, not mine.”
“So what is your take on last night, Chris? Come on, man the hell up and tell me what you think or is her hold on your jock strap so strong you can’t voice your own opinions,” I say between clenched teeth trying to keep my voice down.
“Here we go,” he says, looking around in a hushed tone to make sure no one hears us. “Retract your goddamn claws or they might get chopped.”
Well, well. “Looks like the straps may not be as tight as I thought.” I straighten up to my full height when he points a finger at me.
“They’re as tight as I allow them to be pulled and when I say enough is enough. This is the difference between you and Sage.”
“The difference is she’s going to be your willing doormat and take what you dish out with the bare minimum of questions asked.”
Sighing, he shakes his head. “Ava, this is why we won’t work. I don’t need you to tell me how to dress. I don’t need you to tell me how to act, when to piss, or when and who to fuck. I can do that by myself. You’re so busy trying to be in control all the fucking time! I can’t deal with that shit.”
Folding my arms under my chest, I look over at the guests seated in the garden. My eyes land on Sage sitting next to Kate, Cat’s bitch of a sister and his twin. “So what? Nick says anything that comes to his mind and lips and you’re friends with him.”
“I don’t have to live with Nick, I don’t have to sleep with him, I don’t have to think about making major life changing decisions with him one day. And for the record, I don’t remember forcing you to do anything you weren’t perfectly willing to do last night.”
“Really,” I say dryly, still looking at the guests when Sage turns her head and sees me.
I smile at her and step closer to him knowing she can see us now.
I lightly run my finger down the middle of his shirt.
“Let me ask you this question. Is she doing them for you? Is she lapping at your dick, moaning your name with your cock lodged in her throat while she squeezes every last drop out of you, telling her what a dirty bitch she is while you scream her name?”
I wait for him to answer watching him close his eyes like he’s fighting against something. I reach up snaking my tongue out slowly and methodically lick the side of his lips. No answer.
“Yeah, looks like you need more than a ‘yes woman’ to fulfill your needs. You can tell my cousin your sister’s ready. See you up at the altar, best man.”
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