Chapter 4 – Gavin
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There’s a First Time for Everything
Gavin
I STARE DOWN in shock at the mess soaking into the front of Al’s dress. This has never happened to me. Ever. Not even when I was young and inexperienced and could jack off in under thirty seconds.
Alexis tries to pull the clinging fabric from her skin, looking grossed out and a little horrified at what I’ve done. “I just bought this dress.”
“Here.” I strip off my shirt, peeling it over my head. “Change into this.”
She only hesitates a second, then she’s loosening the tie at her middle and peeling away the soiled dress to reveal a body that is every bit as amazing as I expected. I’m not going to deny having a very specific type, and Al fits it to a T. She’s small but thick. Tiny enough to appeal to the part of me that loves being the biggest, strongest guy in the room, but is filled out enough that I don’t feel like I’ll break her. She’s got full hips and thighs, fucking majestic tits, and a curved belly I want to bury my face in.
I swallow hard, not even trying to hide the way I’m looking at her as the dress I violated falls to the floor, leaving her in just a red lace bra and matching panties.
Wait.
“Why the fuck do your panties and bra match?” I frown as she pulls my shirt over her head, both because she’s obscuring my view and because I know what matching underwear means. “Where are you going after this?”
Alexis shoves both arms through their respective holes and the hem of the shirt hits her knees. “Clubbing.” She flings both arms out, scowling at the shirt hanging off her body before turning the expression on me. “Can’t you tell?”
I study her for a second. “You were late tonight. Where did you go before you got here?”
She bristles, standing taller as she tosses one side of her long blonde hair back. “That’s none of your business.”
Alexis is right. It is none of my business. But that doesn’t mean I don’t still want to know. “Tell me anyway.”
I haven’t felt the bite of jealousy in years, but that shit is just as ugly and painful as it was back then. Maybe worse. Because back then it was over a girl who didn’t deserve my time, let alone my suffering.
The woman in front of me though… Alexis is different. She always has been. But up until tonight she was also securely slotted in the off-limits tab of my brain. I don’t know what the fuck happened, but suddenly my filing system has gone all the way off the goddamned rails.
She steps around where I stand, shirtless with my spent dick still hanging out of my pants, and huffs out, “I don’t have to tell you anything.” Crouching down, she collects her dress and shoes, along with a tiny matching red purse, then makes a beeline for the door. “And you should put that thing away before you go back inside.”
“Where are you going?” I don’t want her to leave. Not like this. I need—
I don’t honestly know what I need. Normally, getting off is the end of interactions like this, but tonight I don’t like the way it feels. Maybe because I’m the only one who got anything out of it.
Yeah. That’s got to be it.
“I’m going home because I need to stain stick my dress.” Alexis doesn’t look at me as she yanks the door open and darts onto the narrow deck.
I hurry after her, one hand cramming my still half-hard cock back into place as I scramble to think of a way to get her to come back. “I can take it to the cleaners for you.”
“I’m good.” She’s halfway down the ladder already. “You should get back in there before someone notices you’re missing.”
“What about you?”
Her bare feet hit the ground and she finally looks up at me, pretty face illuminated in the moonlight. “No one’s going to notice I’m gone.”
And then she is. Running in the shadows of the yard to duck up the side of the house. A minute later, the headlights of her car cut through the night as she speeds down the street, taking her wrong opinion with her.
Raking one hand through my hair, I let out a curse, swearing a few more times as I pace along the small platform flanking the front of the structure. What did I just do?
Not the part where I embarrassed the fuck out of myself by nutting the second Alexis touched me—the part where I lost my mind and crossed every line there is with my best friend’s little sister.
And now I’ve got to go back into the party—shirtless—like nothing happened.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” I collect the scarf and packaging she abandoned and descend the ladder, being careful not to throw my weight against it just in case it’s not as solid as it seems. Babs will kill me if I break the entrance to her little hideaway.
Hopefully she never finds out I’ve done way worse than that in it.
I’m still berating myself as I move along the back of the house, trying the doors that lead inside, hoping I can sneak into one of the less crowded areas. A six-five, long- haired, shirtless man is a proven attention grabber, and I want to fly under the radar. The universe must take pity on me, because the handle leading into the master bedroom twists in my hand.
Letting out a sigh of relief, I push it open and rush in, silently closing it behind me before turning to get my bearings in the dimly lit room. It’s the only spot on the first floor that stays closed off during parties, so I’m a little surprised—and dismayed—to hear the murmur of voices.
I wasn’t looking forward to having witnesses to my walk of shame.
Since I’ve been outside, my eyes are used to the darkness, so it doesn’t take me long to identify the source of the voices. The sight that greets me sends me flattening back against the wall like I’ve forgotten I’m not the kind of guy who’s capable of hiding in plain sight.
Leo is on his knees at the side of the bed, his face between the thighs of who I’m thinking might be Miss Miller. She’s got one hand on the back of his head and the other bracing herself upright on the mattress, head thrown back, face blissed out, hips working her cunt against his mouth.
That ugly emotion I never planned to feel again stabs through me as I’m reminded I should be in a similar situation right now. Instead, I’m hiding like a fucking creeper while my best friend enjoys the best kind of meal.
Miss Miller starts to twitch, the sounds she’s making getting louder, and I slide deeper into the shadows, resolved to the fact that I’ve got to suffer through whatever happens because I can’t escape this room without being caught.
When my shoulder bumps the adjoining wall, it moves. I peek that way, discovering the closet door.
Thank fucking god.
Silently, I ease it open and duck in just as Miss Miller hits her peak, coming loudly as Leo groans against her flesh.
As carefully as I can, I close the closet door. Digging into my pocket, I find my phone, pulling it out and switching on the flashlight. Hopefully the minor glow it offers won’t be noticeable through the gap at the bottom of the door. Working quickly and quietly, I flip through Leo’s dad’s shirts, choosing a T-shirt from the back that looks like it’s never been worn. After turning off the flashlight on my phone, I work the shirt over my head, settling it into place as the voices on the other side of the door indicate Leo and Miss Miller have finished up their meet-and-greet and are heading back to the party.
I wait for a few minutes, counting down the silence before cracking the door open and peering out to make sure the coast is clear. When it is, I follow the same path that brought me here, going back out onto the deck before letting myself in the door hidden beside the gigantic tree. The level of inebriation at this time of night works in my favor, and I’m able to easily blend back into the crowd as if I’d never left.
I probably shouldn’t have. Definitely shouldn’t have. It was the worst thing I could have done.
Because now when I see Babs coming my way, I don’t bask in the warmth of her motherly glow. All I can think of is that I just defiled her daughter in her beloved she-shed.
“Gavin.” Babs stops in front of me, her hands coming to rest on my arms. “Tell me you’re coming over Christmas morning for breakfast. I just gave Dolly Start’n a nice feed, so I’ll have plenty of discard to make those sourdough cinnamon rolls you love so much.”
I manage a smile. “I’ll be here.”
And I’ll have to sit across the table from Alexis, eating those cinnamon rolls, acting like I didn’t just embarrass the fuck out of myself and leave her driving home in nothing but a crass Christmas T-shirt.
“I’ll make an extra pan to send home with you.” Her sharp gaze snaps to where Leo is tucked into the corner, talking quietly with Miss Miller. “None for my son though, since he doesn’t know how to listen.”
She has no idea.
“Is that one of my shirts?” Leo’s dad moves in at his wife’s side, tucking her much smaller body against his. “Looks better on you than it ever has on me.”
I smooth one hand down the front, shifting on my feet. “I spilled punch down mine.”
Leo’s dad slaps me on the shoulder. “It sounds like you need more punch then.” He grips me tight, using his hold to twist me toward the kitchen. “I wanted to talk to you anyway.”
My stomach drops, caught in a twisted net of dread. “Sure.”
Did he see me go into the treehouse? Worse, did he see the condition his daughter left it in?
My misery over the situation compounds as the full scope of what I’ve done settles around me. If Babs and Dan find out I pawed all over Alexis, everything will change. The way they see me. The way they treat me. The way they welcome me into their home and their lives.
And I can’t lose that. I can’t lose them.
They’re all I really have.
Dan leads me through the house, his hand staying on my shoulder. “I got a new tablet and I can’t get the darn thing to hook up to the internet. You think you can take a look at it before you go?”
A little of the tension collecting in my chest eases. “Sure thing.” I try to sound normal. Like I didn’t just have his daughter’s nipples in my mouth. “I’m sure I can figure it out.”
Dan gives me a wide smile and another shoulder slap as we reach the kitchen island. “I knew you could.” His eyes move around the room, like he’s looking for something.
Or someone.
Probably the daughter I just felt up and jizzed on.
Dan’s brows pinch together. “Have you seen—”
I brace to hear Al’s name, ready to keep my reaction from giving me away.
“Leo?” Dan steps back, craning his neck to peer out into the dining room. “I haven’t heard his big mouth in a while.”
I grab a cup and go to work filling it with the punch I rejected earlier. Puking pink no longer sounds like the worst thing that could happen to me. “He’s over by the Christmas tree.”
Normally I’d try to keep the heat off him and send Dan in a different direction, but if Leo’s parents are pissed at him, they won’t notice I’m drowning in guilt and regret.
But now, thanks to Dan, I’m also pissed.
He asked where Leo was, but not Alexis. It digs under my skin because that’s the kind of shit that makes her think no one cares when she’s gone.
She’s still wrong though. Someone does notice when she leaves.
Always.