Love At The Bluebird

by Aurora Rose Reynolds

  She stands next to Gavin, her hand settling on his shoulder as she checks me out. I ignore the animalistic anger that takes over me at seeing her touching my man. She’s wearing a very low-cut, long-sleeved, red silk jumper that shows off her ginormous fake breasts. A black belt cinches her tiny waist, accentuating the curves of her hips. She’s a beautiful woman with her jet-black hair, striking blue eyes, high cheekbones, and filled in lips. I can see from the outside why Gavin was attracted to her, but I’m a little surprised how they managed to date for as long as they did without her true colors coming out sooner. Maybe Gavin was just blind to it or maybe she’s just that good of an actress.

  “You know damn well this isn’t my niece,” Gavin grits out while grabbing her wrist to remove her hand from his body. His grip on my hand tightens and his whole body becomes stiff, like he’s ready to chase me if I run. All the warmth I saw seconds ago in his eyes has been replaced with malice, and he doesn’t even try to hide his hatred for her.

  “Well, aren’t you going to introduce us then?” Tori’s laugh is filled with fakeness, the sound of it causing Gavin’s jaw to clench in anger.

  “This is my girlfriend, Alyson. Now that introductions are made, let me ask you to kindly stay the fuck away from us.” There’s a dangerous tone to his voice, and I can tell he’s having trouble keeping his cool.

  “Gavin,” I softly warn, squeezing his hand for comfort. While I know he doesn’t want to give her the time of day, I don’t want him making her mad enough to lash out and jeopardize his career. Yes, he’s made a name for himself as a songwriter and most people in this town know how psycho she is, but she’s still the daughter of one of the most powerful men in Nashville.

  She continues with her boisterous laughter, acting as if Gavin said the funniest thing in the world. “Oh, Gavin, come on now. I thought we were letting bygones be bygones. And besides, I can’t just stay away if we’re nominated for an award together.” She turns her attention back to me and asks, “Will you be there at the award nominees’ luncheon next week?”

  I feel Gavin squeeze my hand and I look at him, a silent apology for not telling me blaring from his eyes. I know the nominees were announced before we met, and I remember hearing “Thief of My Heart” was nominated for Song of the Year. I don’t know why he hasn’t mentioned it to me. Maybe he assumed I would be there for work. I refuse to let her see she’s put doubt into my head as to why he hasn’t invited me to attend with him.

  I put on my poker face and smile coldly at her. “Of course I’ll be there.” I hold her stare, hoping she’s reading loud and clear that she will not intimidate me.

  “Great,” she says with insincere enthusiasm. “I’ll see you both next week then! Nice to meet you, Alicia. See ya around, Gavin.” She gives a wink before turning on her heel and walking toward a group of people across the restaurant.

  I shake my head at her immaturity of calling me a different name. I know she’s only doing it to get a rise out of me, but that petty behavior does nothing but make me pity her for being such a bitch.

  “Aly, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot about the luncheon,” Gavin says as soon as Tori is out of earshot. His eyes search mine, trying to make sure I’m not upset.

  “I figured as much, and it’s all right; you have nothing to apologize for.” I smile at him, trying to downplay the situation.

  “You do know you have no choice but to attend with me, right?”

  “Do you really want me to attend or are you saying that because of what just happened?” I hate that I even have to ask, but I can’t help the tiny voice in my head questioning if he’s just now saying he wants me to go out of guilt.

  “Of course I want you with me. Fuck, if I could, I’d handcuff you to my side… so please get that look off your face and get rid of any doubts that she may have put in your head.” His words wash away the doubt I was feeling. “It was an honest mistake not mentioning it to you.”

  “I believe you.” I move forward and once again position my hand on his thigh underneath the table. We gaze at one another without saying a word, and suddenly, I feel a shift in the air between us. My body starts buzzing underneath the sensual heat of his stare, and I wish we were alone and not surrounded by so many people.

  “How do you feel about getting out of here and taking our food to go?” he questions, making me wonder if he can now read my thoughts.

  “I like that idea a lot.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, he signals for our waitress and makes the request for our food to go and the check. The waitress comes back with both at the same time. Gavin throws down a couple hundred-dollar bills, grabs our food with one hand and my hand with his other, and we walk out of the restaurant. I ignore the stares from people in the elevator on our way down, and when the doors open, I sigh in relief to see that his car is parked right in front of the valet stand. Gavin opens my door for me to make sure I get in okay then puts our food in his trunk before he tips the valet guy and gets in behind the wheel.

  The car ride to my house is silent, and I notice Gavin has a feral look in his eyes that is electrifying the energy inside the car. We come to a stoplight, and he rests his hand on my left thigh. I suck in my breath as his fingers start slowly trailing inward and down, getting lost inside my dress until I feel him touch my clit. I sink lower into my seat and spread my legs a little to give him easier access. He rests his palm on top of my mound and his fingers start to work their magic.

  “Christ, I’ve been thinking about how wet you get ever since you told me you had no panties on underneath that sexy little dress of yours.”

  I moan out loud and close my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure starts rolling through my body. Wanting him to feel the same overwhelming desire I’m feeling, I reach out with my left hand and start touching him through his pants. I feel his cock pulse against my palm, making my walls clench with the need to have him inside me. While he continues to finger me, I pull down his zipper and reach in to grab him.

  “Fuck, baby,” he hisses as my hand reaches inside his boxers and wraps around his length. I gently squeeze then roll my hand upward and caress the rim underneath the head. I feel his precum start to drip into my palm, and I spread it around his tip and go down to the base again.

  “Aly,” he breathes, he eyes squinting as he tries to focus on the road. “You’re going to make me crash the car if I come in your hand.” I look around in a haze to try to figure out where we are and am happy to see we’re almost to my house.

  “I’m not stopping unless you stop.” I gasp louder as he plunges his finger deeper inside me. My walls squeeze around him, and I can’t stop my hips from gyrating against his hand. I can feel the pressure of my release building inside me, making my hand on his cock increase in tempo to match my hips.

  “We’re almost there,” he growls out, and I don’t know if he’s talking about being close to my house or him close to coming, because I know I’m just a couple strokes away from ecstasy.

  “Harder, Gavin,” I pant, my need for my orgasm too great to stop now. He applies more pressure and starts rubbing me harder. As soon as he pulls into my driveway, I scream out to God and feel the explosion of my release rock through me. He pulls his finger out and I slump into my seat, my body shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm.

  “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Gavin whispers, and before I can react, he cups the back of my neck and brings my mouth to his. His kiss is all heat and desperation when his tongue passes between my parted lips. My hand rubs his cock faster, his hitched breathing indicating he’s close to coming.

  “Let’s get inside,” he demands in between kisses. He wraps his fingers around my wrist to remove my hand from his dick. I don’t argue, as I prefer we take things to my bedroom. We both push open our doors and get out. Gavin grabs the food out of the trunk, shuts it, and places his hand on the small of my back. His touch is gentle but forceful, since he’s just as eager as I am to get inside the house and con
tinue where we left off. I fumble getting my keys out of my purse, my hands shaking from so much anticipation. I finally get a hold of myself and am able to unlock the door.

  “Go upstairs. I’ll put the food away,” Gavin says in a low, commanding voice while he shuts and locks my front door.

  I do as he says without responding, my heels banging loudly against the stairs as I make my way up. I turn on the lamp next to my bed and sit down to take my sandals off. Just as I finish pulling off the last shoe, I look up to see Gavin standing in my doorway, watching me. I stand up and walk around to stand at the edge of the bed, waiting for him to come join me. He walks slowly, like a predator hunting his prey, and I know I’m going to give myself to him tonight.

  He stops in front of me, his eyes holding me captive. I know he’s searching for some sort of hesitation or doubt, but he’s not going to find any. I noticed he took his coat and shoes off while downstairs. Good, less clothing to remove. My hands reach up and start unbuttoning his dress shirt. He stares at me the whole time, and when the last button is free, I pull back his shirt and move it down past his arms to reveal his sculpted chest and torso.

  I drop the shirt to the floor and start planting soft kisses across his chest until my mouth lands on his nipple. His hands leave my waist and travel up into my hair, his deep moans indicating he’s enjoying my mouth on him. While I continue giving each of his nipples some attention, my hands reach down and start to unbuckle his belt. I don’t even bother removing it from his pants when I unbutton his trousers and stick my hand down the front of his boxers, taking hold of his erection.

  “Baby,” he groans and pulls me in for another scorching, delicious kiss. While our tongues tango together, I push his pants and underwear down his hips. Once his clothing is out of the way, I wrap my hand around his cock while my other one snakes around and squeezes his ass. He breaks away from our kiss, and I watch him close his eyes and shudder, an intoxicating power coming over me knowing I’m making him feel this way.

  “Fuck, I’m not going to last long if you keep this up,” he whispers as he presses his forehead against mine. “It’s been a really long time.”

  This news surprises me, but I’m secretly ecstatic, because it’s been a long time for me too. Stilling my hand, he steps back and kicks off his pants while I take the time to gaze at that incredible eight-pack and those hot-as-hell V-muscles on his sides before turning my focus to what’s standing at attention between us.

  “Sit on the bed,” I demand, and he lifts a playful eyebrow at my tone but does what I say. I kneel down in front of him, my eyes zeroed in on how large his cock looks. I spread his knees apart, my hands sliding up his inner thighs until they wrap around him.

  “You want this, baby?” His voice is husky, his eyes dark with passion.

  I lick my lips and give him a slow, seductive smile. “Yeah.”

  He draws in a shaky breath while watching me kiss the tip, my hands massaging his shaft as I continue my slow torture. I start to lick him, my tongue concentrating fully on his tip. I take a look at him and gain more confidence when I see his head is thrown back, eyes closed, and his mouth parted in passion. I grow bolder, taking him deeper in my mouth, while I move up and down using suction on each downward glide. I never knew oral sex could be so much fun, so powerful, and I moan at how much I love giving it to him.

  His hips start to rotate back and forth, his breathing harder and faster as he feels his tip reach the back of my throat. “Baby, this isn’t how I want to come in you for the first time.” He tugs on my hair and pulls my head back away from him. “Come here and climb on top of me.” He scoots back until he’s propped up against my pillows. I stand up, kneel on the bed, and crawl over to him. I get up on my knees and pull my dress up and over my head. His eyes drink me in from my black strapless bra down the rest of my very naked body.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, baby,” he growls while reaching for me and pulls me onto his lap, his dick pressing in between us. He starts kissing my neck, his hot breath giving me goose bumps as his hands trail up my back to the clasps of my bra. As soon as my breasts are relieved from their confines, he cups them in his large palms and begins massaging them. I moan as he uses the pads of his thumbs to rub circles over my nipples before deciding to give the left breast his attention. He takes my hardened nipple into his mouth and sucks while flicking it with his tongue, the wicked sensation making my core tighten. He soon moves on to my other breast, and I can’t help but start grinding myself against him, his tongue driving me to the brink of insanity. So consumed am I with his wicked mouth that I don’t even feel his hand sliding between us until his fingers rub between my folds.

  “I love how wet you are for me,” he whispers in my ear before nipping and sucking on my lobe.

  I lace my fingers through his hair and bring him back to my mouth, his tongue thrusting between my parted lips. I love the way he kisses me, how his tongue dances perfectly with mine. I moan louder, becoming completely engulfed in his flames. His fingers begin their assault on my clit, teasing against it, making me crave for him to be inside me.

  “I need you, Gavin,” I whimper, my walls pulsating with the need to feel him inside me.

  “What do you need, darlin’?” he asks, his voice husky with pleasure. He rubs his fingers in and out of me, the friction of their roughness making me quiver. “Tell me what you need, Aly.”

  “I need you inside me, now, baby.”

  He chuckles at my demand and removes his fingers. Without hesitation, I reach between us and grab him, guiding him to my entrance. I lift my pelvis up before I slowly slide down, both of us gasping at how amazing it feels. We stay still and just kiss each other so I can get used to having him inside me. But like usual, his kisses ignite the fire and I start moving against him.

  “Baby, do I need to put a condom on?” He pants when he breaks our kiss. I shake my head, unable to concentrate on anything besides how good he feels inside me.

  “I’m on birth control,” I breathe out. “God, you feel so good,” I murmur as I lift my torso up and steady myself by placing my hands against his abs. He grips the sides of my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh to help guide me. I start off by grinding against him, the friction against my clit making me purr. Needing more, I ride him harder, my hands grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples.

  “Fuck me, baby,” he demands, his hips matching the rhythm of my own, causing the bedframe to slam repeatedly against the wall. He moves one hand off my hip and uses his thumb to rub against my clit, sending me into overdrive. The pressure of his thumb against me combined with my walls grasping around his thick cock skyrockets me over the edge.

  “Ah yes, yes!” I scream out as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced rocks me to my core. My body is convulsing from the high when I feel him jerk up and yell out his own release. I collapse on top of him, unable to move off as I try to catch my breath. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly to him.

  “Damn, baby… if this is what sex is like with you every time, then I’m going to be dying a very young man.” His chest rumbles with laughter and I giggle, smiling at the beautiful sound and understanding exactly what he is feeling. The connection we have is raw, hungry, passionate… meaningful.

  I listen to his heartbeat slowly come down to its normal rhythm, and I say a silent prayer of thanks for this man, hoping I get to listen to his heart like this every night from now on. Gavin McNeer better be mine to keep for the rest of my life, because he’s completely ruined me for anyone else.

  Chapter Thirteen

  ALY

  I CROSS ANOTHER item off my to-do list, sighing at what a hectic week it’s been so far. Things at work have been so busy that I haven’t had much time to reflect on how incredible the last couple days with Gavin have been. Multiple nights spent with him have convinced me that he’s the only person I want to be with for the rest of my existence. I’ve never felt this connected with someone, mind, body, and soul.


  When I sit down and really analyze that thought, I’m not scared by it. I’m one hundred percent confident what I’m feeling is genuine and not just lust. Every time we’re together, our chemistry is off the charts, but beyond that, he makes me laugh, makes me happy, and is the most thoughtful, caring man I’ve ever met.

  Tuesday was our one-week anniversary, and usually, that isn’t something to celebrate, but Gavin said we needed to. I took a half day off work and we decided to go for a hike in Edwin Warner Park, since it was such a gorgeous day. We hiked for about two miles and stopped to have a picnic. Later that evening, he took me out to Pinewood Social, a trendy bowling alley, where we bowled and ate dinner. I love that he’s just as silly as I am and we can have a good time no matter what we’re doing.

  Every night with him has been some sort of dream, but the best part of it all is it’s just really easy being with him. I can be myself and not worry about whether or not I need to impress him. I always felt I needed to do something extra in order to keep my ex-boyfriend around. I would catch him eyeing other girls, and it always made me feel anxious, pressuring myself to make him satisfied. I didn’t realize until after we broke up that he was never concerned about how I felt.

  Gavin goes above and beyond to make me happy, and I never feel any pressure to have to be more for him. I just can’t get over how quickly this is all happening. I only start to second-guess myself when talking to Valerie. She thinks I’m bat-shit crazy, especially after I told her at lunch yesterday that I think I’m in love with him.

  “Are you high right now?” she practically screamed at me while we were eating. If our schedules permit, we try to meet up once a week during our breaks to eat lunch together and catch up.

  “Jesus, Valerie, will you lower your voice?” I hissed while looking around to see our tablemates next to us giving us dirty looks. “And no, I’m not high.”