by Jayne Rylon
A grunt escaped her as he caused burning that began to deaden the pleasure he’d granted her first.
“Relax, love.”
“Easy for you to say.” Amber gritted her teeth.
“It is, because it will make this more enjoyable for you, and that’s what I will always want.” He hypnotized her with his steady, low murmuring and the constant pressure of his massaging finger.
Eventually, she felt him making progress and stopped holding her breath.
Her muscles relented somewhat, allowing him to tunnel farther inside. When she thought she’d felt as many new and wondrous things as possible for one evening, he flipped to his back, with his head between her legs, his finger still partly embedded in her, and began to lave her clit.
Amber shuddered, allowing him to have his way with her. Soon she forgot about the slight pain and relished the brilliant pleasure he gave her instead. That was when she realized he had fit his entire finger in her then added a second, which worked her open while his tongue continued to distract her.
He paused long enough to praise her and add, “Your pussy is tight, but this… Damn, Amber, you’re going to kill me. So hot.”
He punctuated every phrase with a twist of his fingers, spreading them apart then bringing them back together, and when he resumed twirling her clit with the tip of his tongue, she couldn’t resist falling into another climax.
By the time she’d finished shuddering, he had mounted her, his cock now aimed at her ass rather than her pussy. Eager to give him some echo of the bliss he’d imparted, she rocked back.
Instead of taking him inside her, she got the flat of his palm on her butt, hard enough to really sting. “That’s not how this is going to work. I’ll give it to you as I see you can take it. Not faster. I won’t hurt you again, Amber.”
She decided it was probably wise not to mention her glowing ass cheek unless she wanted the other to match, which didn’t sound entirely unpleasant as the heat coursed through her veins, enhancing the lingering delight effervescing through her system.
True to his word, Gavyn concentrated on molding himself to her, merging them in the most painless way possible. This time she felt none of the discomfort and only pure, unadulterated lust.
Fully seated, he leaned forward, hugging her to his chest and raking his teeth down her neck. “You’re everything I could want. You fit me like you were made for me.”
Amber whimpered, because although she didn’t care to admit it out loud, she felt the same about him. “Fuck me, Gavyn. Please.”
“Such pretty begging, but no, not yet.” He nibbled on her earlobe when she made a sound of protest. “We’re not finished. I’m not going to last long in this sexy ass and I want to see your toy in action too.”
She’d already forgotten about the vibrator. Who needed it when she had a living, breathing sex god filling her?
Gavyn rotated until he reclined against the headboard and held her on his lap. Probably for the hell of it, or possibly because he couldn’t resist a sample of what was to come, he lifted her then let her sink onto his shaft a half dozen times before trapping her to his body again.
“Oh God.” Her head fell onto his shoulder, rocking to the side when his mouth searched for hers until they could exchange swipes of their tongues and lips while her ass clenched around his pulsing cock.
With her eyes closed, she didn’t see it coming.
Gavyn had reached between them. He inserted the toy into her channel, making both of them groan as it nudged his cock through the thin barrier of tissue separating them.
“Holy shit!” she yelled at the fullness of it.
“Too much?” he asked quietly, one hand plumping her breast while the other tapped the end of the toy, hammering it against her lightly.
“Not enough.” It would never be enough if it felt this good.
He laughed softly.
When he pressed the top button, turning on the vibrator portion of the rabbit, he jerked and cursed in her ear. “That might be too fucking good.”
“Yes, it might. For me too. Don’t feel like you have to hold out this time, Gavyn.” She had loved it so much when he’d surrendered and come with her. Almost more than the absurd pleasure he’d gifted her with. Solo orgasms were nothing compared to release accompanied by him.
“What’s this other button do?” he wondered a moment before he pressed it.
Neither one of them could stay still then. Amber rolled her hips, driving both the toy and Gavyn deeper, as far as they could get.
“It moves? The whole shaft is rotating. I’m pretty sure my dick would break if I tried that.” In awe, he told her what she could damn well feel herself. No other time that she’d used the toy had it ever made her feel like this—full to bursting with its surging shaft accompanied by the pressure of Gavyn’s cock spreading her ass, massaging her deep from within.
The portion of the vibrator, the actual floppy bunny ears, that remained outside her body provided external stimulation to her clit, buzzing in precisely the right place.
“Gavyn!” she screamed.
“Fucking, fucking—” he said then began to move within her tight clutch. “Jesus. I’m fucking—”
Amber braced herself with her hands on the pillows on either side of his torso, holding herself up as well as she could to give him room to maneuver.
While he pressed into her ass, grinding up into her, he reached around and fondled her chest, pinching one of her nipples. Every pleasure point in her body was stimulated by his presence in, on and around her.
She tipped her face to the side so he could kiss her. Endlessly, or at least it seemed they stayed that way for a long time, doing as much as they could to hang on to the rapture that pushed them toward the edge of orgasm like a massive tidal wave.
“I can feel you tightening,” he groaned into her parted mouth as her ability to respond degraded and all she could do was hang on for the ride. “You’re going to make me come so hard, I’m going to fill this fucking condom.”
“Gavyn!” she shrieked.
“Fuck. Yes.” He grunted then, the edges of his control fraying as they rocked together then apart while the vibrator danced inside her, thrilling them both.
The closer she came to exploding, the more stretched she felt. The intense pleasure made it almost too hard to unravel.
“Oh no.” Gavyn bit her lip, sucking it in his mouth before ordering. “You will not bail now. You’re coming with me. I’m not going to be the only one fucking losing his mind tonight.”
That much she could give him. He would have no doubt of their ultimate compatibility in bed or how much he satisfied her.
His escalating thrusts in her ass meant he pounded into the vibrator, making it tap against her clit in some kind of lusty Morse code that translated to something like COME COME COME.
So she did.
Amber arched, relying on Gavyn to catch her when her body flew into auto-response and quit obeying her brain. She let sensation flood each cell of her body and her mind whited-out on ecstasy. Somewhere far away, she heard him groaning and cursing, bellowing her name as he pumped into her in time to the spasms of his corresponding orgasm.
The release was complete and even more potent than the ones they’d shared before.
Amber checked out for a while. She floated on the endorphins that cycled through her organs, riding the wave of euphoria he had generated for them. When she came to, Gavyn was holding her tight. He seemed as wrung out as she was, but he kept talking, low and soft as if he realized she needed time to regain her composure.
“I was a completely idiot, love,” he muttered. “This time I plan to stay where I belong, wrapped around you…all night long.”
Goose bumps broke out along Amber’s arms, rousing her from her delighted trance. Where she’d been warm a moment ago, now she shivered.
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p; Because if he stayed the night, holding her as she slept and waking her with gentle, morning lovemaking, she would never have the strength to keep things casual between them.
“Gavyn.” She winced.
“Yeah, love?” The way he reverently trailed his fingertips across her bare skin didn’t make it any easier for her to continue.
“I’m not ready for that.” He froze when she sat up, drawing the sheets around her.
“What?”
“This was supposed to be physical fun only, remember?”
The pinch of his lips and the crinkle around his eyes that he quickly masked didn’t make her job any easier. She had to have time and space to think. “You’re kicking me out?”
“I need you to go.” She nodded, her eyes filling with tears.
Gavyn’s expression went flat. Still, he didn’t fight. “Okay, love. Please don’t cry. Please. I don’t like it. But I’ll do it. Whatever it takes to give you only pleasure. Only joy.”
He leaned in and kissed her one last time, with so much tenderness and reverence that she nearly caved and begged him to ignore her request.
Before she could, he broke away, disposed of the condom then drew on his clothes. When he was fully dressed, if adorably mussed, he leaned in and murmured, “Let me tuck you in at least.”
She nodded.
“There’s a spare key in the bowl on the entryway table,” Amber told him. “Will you lock the deadbolt on your way out?”
“If I get to keep the key to your house.” A ghost of his smile returned.
“For now.” Turning onto her side, she snuggled into her pillow, her heart heavy and her body still humming with relief despite the anxiety infringing on it.
“Good enough.” He bent down and pressed his lips to her forehead, made his way to the door, turned off the light and whispered, “Thank you for giving me another chance, Amber. Sleep well. Dream dirty things about me.”
“Good night, Gavyn.” Amber waited until she heard the purr of his chopper cruising down her street at a surprisingly reasonable speed before she closed her eyes.
If a few tears leaked out to dot her pillowcase, she ignored them, telling herself she’d done the right thing. Taken things slow. Kept herself from getting hurt again.
But if that was true, then why was she crying?
Chapter Fifteen
The next afternoon, Gavyn sat in the garden behind Tom London’s house, nursing his third glass of iced tea, which was no longer much more than mostly melted ice cubes. Eli’s dad was kicked back in a hammock that stretched between two trees, overlooking a water feature. Natural hardscaping made it seem as if a waterfall originated at a rough-hewn rock wall then spilled along the meandering garden stream into a pond filled with koi.
It reminded Gavyn of his used-to-be-favorite place at Bare Natural.
He hadn’t been able to bring himself to revisit the spot since that fateful morning he’d been found there, but he appreciated the Hot Rods’ version of the relaxing environment and was glad to have something similar he could still enjoy without revisiting the exact site of his worst failure.
He’d spent the past hour telling Tom about the industrial real estate he’d toured that morning, including the property he already had his heart set on. It was only a half mile down the road and had everything he needed to transform it into Hot Rides.
“So you put a bid in on the old Hendry place?” Tom steepled his fingers over his abs.
“Yeah.” Gavyn nodded. “They said I should hear something pretty quick. I guess it’s been on the market a while.”
Could it happen that fast? That perfectly?
“I think it’s been about four years since they retired and moved to Holiday, Florida. Haven’t heard a single word from them since. Must be nice down there,” Tom supposed.
Afraid to get his hopes up, Gavyn rattled the ice in his glass then tried to tease a few more drops from the depths. As if she could sense his nervousness about the deal falling through, Ms. Brown changed the subject.
“Well, are you two ever going to get to the good stuff?” she asked Gavyn from where she sat on a blanket, her back resting against one of Tom’s hammock trees as she gave him a gentle push, setting him swinging every now and again.
The cheery flowers Gavyn had brought her were tucked against a rock nearby, their stems drinking from the pond temporarily. None of them had been ready to leave the beautiful afternoon sun for the confines of the house.
“Hmm?” He pretended not to understand, since he wasn’t sure if he was ready to take this conversation where he knew it was about to go. Had to go.
“Don’t play dumb, son.” Tom shook his head. “Best to get it over with and tell Mama Bear what she needs to hear before she forgets her Southern manners and tears you limb from limb.”
“Oh, um.” He scratched the back of his head, unsure of where to begin.
“Our landlord called this morning about a guest with a loud motorcycle who left awfully late last night, making crabby Mrs. Darlington bitch up a storm at him this morning. So I guess all I really need to know is if you plan to treat my daughter with the respect she deserves.” Ms. Brown didn’t flinch as she stared at him, monitoring his reaction. “That means taking care of yourself too if you’re supposed to be the person who has her back.”
“I—well, yes, ma’am.” Gavyn wasn’t sure how exactly to answer her since he was still trying to pretend like he hadn’t just gotten remotely busted with his pants down. Sort of.
“Mom!” Amber scolded from where she appeared around the corner of the house, as if she had just come in from the parking lot out front, or maybe from visiting her sister and Ambrose. With one hand on her hip and indignation flaring in her eyes, she looked like a warrior princess, which he loved. “I can manage my own relationships.”
“Uh-oh.” Tom attempted to rock out of his hammock, probably to hustle into the house. Ms. Brown put her foot up and kicked the edge of his swing. The jolt set it in motion and tumbled the garage owner into the netting, where he rode out the wave. It was that or bust his ass.
Or have it busted for him if he tried to evade the mother-daughter fracas about to unfold.
So Gavyn didn’t bother trying to make a hasty exit of his own.
Instead, he risked being maimed and held out his hand to Amber as she neared. “There’s no reason to hide how I feel. It’s fine if she wants to make sure my head isn’t up my ass anymore. I told you, Amber, and I’ll tell your mom or anyone else who wants to know that I’m determined to show you I can be a better man. For you.”
“I think it might be more effective if you were as interested in self-preservation,” she said as she joined him on the bench.
“I am. Inviting you to share my life is the best thing I could do for myself.” Unconcerned with their audience, he reached over and lifted her up, scooping her into his lap.
She didn’t fight, so he took that as a good sign.
It seemed they were destined to air their business. He didn’t mind if it meant she could talk through how she felt with him and two of the people who were most important in her life. He didn’t blame her for being confused after the way things had gone. If this is what it took to help her over it, he would.
“I spent a lot of time last night thinking,” she admitted. “I almost called you about a thousand times. Either just to talk, or to ask you to come back. That’s why I kept stopping myself. Because I don’t know if I can resist falling into something with you when I’m not sure that’s wise.”
“It’s okay. I understand.” Gavyn would give her as much time as she needed to see he was serious about her and the path he could see for them.
“Usually I know what to do. I can weigh the pros and cons and pick an option. When it comes to you, I can’t sort it out. I’ve tried. I’ve spent so much time thinking about it and I can’t make up my min
d about what’s best.” Her voice wavered.
“You know, honey, I think it might be you who needs an intervention these days.” Ms. Brown aimed her well-meaning ire at her daughter. “You know damn well what you’ve decided in your heart. We’ve talked about this enough times that I’ve read it in your eyes. Gavyn screwed up. Big time. We all know that, no one more than him. You’re not unsure, you’re scared. I get that, Amber. You know I do, and I worry for you too. But I think it might be time to stop adding up the facts and take a chance. You have to have faith in people you love sometimes. You don’t care for someone because you can see the future and know that they’ve proven they’re going to stick by your side. You do it because you believe they’re deserving when you hand over your heart. It might not last. You might get hurt again. There are no guarantees in life, Amber. It’s scary and risky, but…I truly believe you’ll be better off—have lived more—for having taken the chance. Go ahead, baby, knowing I’ll always be here to do what I can if life disappoints you.”
Tom was looking at Ms. Brown like she’d grown three heads. Gavyn wondered why, but he wasn’t about to derail the woman by asking since she was arguing in his favor.
Before Amber could refute her mother’s opinion, he kissed her softly and hoped to sway her toward seeing things their way. “Please, love, give me a legitimate second chance. I can’t promise I’ll never let you down, though I swear I’ll do my best to deserve you every day. Not only in bed, but in your life and your heart.”
“La la la!” Ms. Brown jammed her fingers in her ears and pretended to drown out his talk of their prior arrangement.
Tom, however, grinned. He tossed them a mocked salute. “Good job, kid.”
“Well, how can I argue with all that?” Amber offered him a watery smile. She took a deep breath, nodded, then said, “I’d actually already come to that conclusion myself around the time my alarm went off this morning. I’m not entirely sure I’m doing the right thing… If you can be patient when I get scared, I want to try.”
