by Bella Juarez
Gavin walked back into the bedroom. Amy was sitting at her dressing table, combing her hair. Gavin walked up behind her and rubbed her shoulders. She looked up at him through the mirror.
“How did that feel?” Gavin asked.
“Pretty damn good.”
Gavin smiled at her choice of words. “Yeah?”
“Yes, it did. I heard what you told him,” Amy said calmly.
“About pressing charges?”
“Yes. I also heard what he called me,” Amy said, her checks flushing pink again.
“He’s a dumbass,” Gavin scoffed.
Amy turned, picked up her brush, and started running it through her hair.
“He doesn’t think you’ll do it, Amy,” Gavin said more seriously.
Gavin lowered himself next to her on the small bench.
“Well, he’ll find out things have changed. He’s not getting in my head anymore.”
“I’m proud of you. You’re not his victim.” Gavin brushed back her long, damp hair.
Amy turned away and looked into the mirror with purpose. “We have a lot to do today. Would you please call David and tell him I need to talk with him? I’ll be down at the station in an hour.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter 13
1510 Blythe Road
Victoria, Texas
December 24, 2007/2220 Zulu
Amy didn’t press charges against Tim because she didn’t want to face him at a trial. But she did file the restraining order. Gavin made sure all of his guys knew exactly what Tim looked like. Since most of them did patrol duty, they managed to drive by the house once in a while, especially at night when he wasn’t home. David had been mildly surprised at Amy’s sudden conviction.
“How’d you manage it?” David had asked Gavin a week later.
“I didn’t.” Gavin shrugged.
“I’ve been telling her to do that since she filed for divorce. What changed her mind?”
“Amy changed her mind, boss. In fact, I think Tim pegged her fun meter and she got fed up. The morning he came to the house, she told him on no uncertain terms to fuck off.”
“Just like that, fuck off?” Ortiz asked, a little surprised
“Well, you know Amy, she didn’t say that literally, but that was the gist of it.”
“And you had nothing to do with it? You didn’t talk to her about it?”
“No, actually, Tim did all the work. He told her she was too chickenshit to do it and I think that really pissed her off.” Gavin smiled.
“Huh,” David grunted.
Christmas Eve came before Amy had had a chance to get David a present. Gavin had suggested a muzzle. She finally found something for David on Christmas Eve at a small shop in the historic square. The present she had found for David fit him to a tee.
Gavin was home, a pleasant surprise since he was always working and almost never home before seven. Amy didn’t like his hours. At times he wouldn’t come home until the wee hours of the morning. But she knew he loved what he did and she would never ask him to give it up, even though she was terrified someone would call her with really bad news one day. She smiled as she walked into the living room and saw him putting some presents under the tree. He stood and looked up at the tree as she came behind him and put her arms around him.
“Hello, handsome,” Amy purred against his back.
“Hello, hottie.”
Gavin turned around and kissed her in his own possessive way. His hands moved lower and he grabbed her ass and squeezed. He had come home early to play. She smiled against his kiss. He needed to wait a while. She broke away and smiled mischievously at him.
“I can’t play right now. I have things to do,” Amy said.
Gavin smiled. Amy rarely talked that way. As she started to walk away, he grabbed her around her waist and roughly pulled her to him. She squealed with surprise.
“You know I don’t take no for answer.” Gavin lightly bit her earlobe. “Especially when I come home early, to play.” He growled against her neck.
Amy giggled as he continued the assault on her neck. “I didn’t say no. I said later.”
“Payback is hell, don’t make me wait too long,” Gavin said, picking her up.
“Put me down! I need to wrap a present. I finally found David something.”
“Did you get him the muzzle?”
Amy giggled and Gavin lowered her slowly. She went to the kitchen and into the walk-in pantry. She had the wrapping supplies stowed there until the end of the season. As she wrapped the present in the kitchen, she called to him from the refrigerator.
“Did you eat dinner?” Amy asked.
Amy heard Gavin call from the living room, “No. But you better, you’ll need it.”
Amy giggled and walked into the living room, placing the present under the tree.
“Come here, Amy. I have a present for you. I want you to open it now.”
“I can wait until tomorrow morning,” Amy said, plopping down next to Gavin.
“No, I want you to open this one tonight.” Gavin handed Amy a box elegantly wrapped in silver paper.
Amy took the box and opened it. As she unwrapped the tissue paper, she smiled as she pulled out a red butterfly lace gown with spaghetti straps and ruffle trim. She slyly looked at him.
“Did you get this for me or you?”
“Me,” Gavin said simply. “Keep looking, there’s more.” Amy pulled out a matching thong. “Go try it on.”
Amy put everything back in the box. “Nah, I think I’ll wait.”
“Say what?” Gavin frowned
“I have to be nice. It’s Christmas,” Amy said as she stood.
“Amy…” Gavin growled.
Amy walked into the bedroom and laid the box on the bed. She changed from her work clothes and went back into the kitchen. Gavin had turned on the TV. He was pouting. She made a quick supper and he refused to eat. She smiled inwardly. She knew he hated not getting his way.
The rest of the evening seemed to drag. She finally stood and stretched.
“I’m going to bed,” Amy said as she lightly kissed Gavin.
“Good night,” Gavin grumbled.
Amy walked into the bedroom and changed into Gavin’s present. She fixed her hair and refreshed her makeup just a bit and caught a reflection of herself in the mirror. The gown was perfect and very sheer. The lace hugged and highlighted her curves and the thigh-high slit gave a very revealing glimpse of her thighs. She ran her hands over the lace. It really was nice. She heard the TV switch off as she walked back into the living room. The only lights in the room were the Christmas tree and the fireplace. It was magical. He was standing at the fireplace looking down.
Amy smiled wistfully. It was a side of Gavin she rarely got to see. He seemed sad and disappointed. He hid his emotions so well, so it was always hard to figure out what he was thinking. But when no one was watching, it was one of the few times he let down his guard. He started to reach down to turn off the fireplace, when he noticed her walking toward him. He turned and looked into the fire.
“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it,” Gavin sulked.
Amy’s heart skipped a beat. He was disappointed in himself. Gavin actually thought she didn’t like what he had given her. She had quickly come to learn Gavin was a perfectionist. Everything he did was perfect or it got there fast. She often wondered why he had picked her, because she was far from perfect and very broken. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
“I love it. It’s very nice.”
“Honey, really. If you don’t like it, don’t wear it.” Gavin slid his hands over her body.
Amy took in a deep breath and shivered at his touch.
“I was being a brat, Gavin. I was playing hard to get. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“You look very sexy.” Gavin kissed her.
Amy loved what the vibration of his voice did to her.
“I have a present for you,” Amy said.
; Amy latched on to Gavin’s mouth and kissed him fervently. She was so inexperienced with men and she should have known better with him. He wasn’t the type to play those kinds of head games. He pulled her into a tighter embrace. He broke away and took her by the hand, leading her to the couch. He sat and pulled her onto his lap.
“Have you been a good girl?” Gavin asked.
“Yes,” Amy said quietly.
“What do you want for Christmas, little girl?” Gavin asked as he nuzzled her neck.
“I have it already.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” Gavin asked with a kiss.
“You,” Amy answered, tracing one of the buttons on his shirt.
“Is there anything else you want?” Gavin asked, touching her nose.
“Yes, there is.”
Amy kissed Gavin deeply and wrapped her arms around him. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her thigh. She was always amazed at how aroused he got with her. She found it hard to believe she could have that kind of effect on any man. He reached up and fondled her breasts through the thin, lacy fabric while holding her against him with his free hand. She broke away and stood. He looked confused.
“Is something wrong honey?” Gavin asked, taking her hand.
“No.” Amy pulled Gavin to his feet.
Amy took off his shirt and tossed it aside. She led him to the seating area in front of the fireplace. After Tim had left, she had made a floor seating area. She loved reading in front of the fireplace. She pushed Gavin down onto the large floor pillows and started kissing him, running her mouth over his neck and chest. She could hear him growl in delight as she teased him.
As Amy kissed Gavin, she worked the fastenings of his jeans. She finally freed him. She moved down his sculpted body, taking his cock in her hand and stroking it softly. He threw back his head in a guttural moan.
“Oh, baby. That feels so good,” Gavin moaned.
Amy could feel herself soak the thin thong she was wearing. This little display was turning her on as much as it was Gavin. She moved lower and for a moment hesitated in her mind. She remembered what he had always told her. Do what comes natural. She looked at him and saw he was watching her with lust-filled eyes. She slowly licked the head of his cock, keeping eye contact with him as she teased his shaft with her tongue. He threw back his head once more and groaned. She watched as he returned his eyes to her.
“Merry Christmas,” Amy said, and she took Gavin’s cock in her mouth.
* * * *
Gavin couldn’t take his eyes off of Amy. He wanted to pinch himself. Am I dreaming? When Amy took his whole cock in her mouth, he almost came. He had to look away. He had fantasized about her doing this to him. He could feel her succulent mouth take him in. He could feel her fingers wrap around the base of his cock, pushing up as her mouth moved up to the head.
Gavin thought about the big screw-up some of his men had done during training last week and how pissed he had been. He had to concentrate on something else. If he looked down at Amy and watched her again, there would be no controlling himself. He moaned again. Someone could have shot him in the head and he would have died in bliss. He was helpless. She continued her sucking and licking. He looked down and knew he had to stop her before he exploded.
“Honey, you need to stop, otherwise I won’t be able to,” Gavin said.
Gavin reached for Amy and pulled her up to him. As he kissed her, she was still milking him with her small hand. It was too much, and suddenly he grabbed her and pushed her against the pillows and kicked off the rest of his clothes. He recalled the way she looked with his cock in her mouth. Fuck! She is so damn sexy!
Gavin growled as he kissed Amy. He reached for her breasts and felt her nipples against the thin fabric. He felt what little control he was maintaining slip away. He pulled at her neckline, freeing her ample breasts, and dipped his head down to feast on her erect nipple. He heard her moan as she pulled him closer. He reached down in between her legs and ran his hands over her pussy and found it soaked. Amy shoved her hips upward and pushed her pussy against his hand.
Gavin moved up. Amy’s gown was hampering his progress and the neckline kept riding up on her. He pulled away in frustration and could feel himself breathing heavily. She had pushed all the right buttons, driving him into carnal overload. He saw the slit in her gown and taking both ends, he ripped it open. Her eyes flew open. Nothing was keeping him from what he wanted.
“Gavin!” Amy screamed.
“Get this fucking thing off!” Gavin roared.
Gavin pulled Amy up and tore the neckline.
“Gavin! What are you doing?”
“Damn it, honey! I can’t wait!”
Gavin was on his knees over Amy. He reached down and flipped her over, propping her up onto her hands and knees. He pulled the torn garment from her and discarded it. He was as hard as a railroad spike. There she was, on her hands and knees, and he knew if he didn’t get some control he was about to fuck her senseless and probably scare the shit out of her. He had to slow down. He ran his hands over her back and tried to soothe her as well as calm himself.
“Trust me, baby. I’m not going to hurt you,” Gavin said reassuringly.
Gavin kissed Amy’s lower back and she gasped. He ran his hands over her back and around her ribs, maintaining his mouth on her lower back. He ran his hands over the soft skin of her ribs again and felt her shiver. He reached around and started fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He ran his hands along her ribs and down her hips, taking the thong with him. She was so wet and ready. He sank a finger into her pussy, and she shuddered.
“Amy, honey, do you want me?” Gavin asked.
Amy didn’t answer right away, which usually irritated him. This time Gavin had to let her mind get around the fact that even though he had been aggressive with her, he would never hurt her. She turned around and looked at him. He reached up and pushed her hair to one side so she could see him. He looked into her eyes as he kissed her lower back. He ran his hands over body.
“Trust me, baby. I love you and I won’t hurt you,” Gavin whispered.
Amy closed her eyes. “I trust you.”
Gavin knelt behind Amy, continuing to tenderly rub her back. He felt her relax. He rubbed his cock against her wetness and slowly slid inside her. It was agonizing for him to go as slow as he did because he wanted nothing more than to impale himself into her. He started a slow, easy rhythm. He heard her moaning and felt his cock lurch, so he increased the tempo of his pumping, reaching around to rub her clit. She threw her head back and cried out at his massaging. He pushed harder and faster, keeping his eyes open so he could look down at her enticing body. As much as he wanted to wait for her, there was no controlling himself. He was about to have one hell of a raging climax. He grabbed her hips and pounded himself into her, crying out her name as he came.
Gavin lowered Amy down and relaxed over her. As exhausted as he was from his adrenaline rush, he knew he had left her hanging, so he slid from her and helped her onto her back. He nuzzled her as he dipped his head down to her sensitive belly. She arched against him as he slipped a finger inside her slick pussy and found her sweet spot.
Gavin rubbed Amy and stroked her from the inside. He kissed and nipped around her belly button. She moaned her sultry cry as he felt her contract around his finger. She arched her back and dug her nails into his shoulder as she reached her end. Gavin pulled Amy close, both sated. He closed his eyes. He could have slept right where they were the rest of the night. She snuggled closer.
“Are you cold, honey?” Gavin asked.
“A little.”
Gavin kissed Amy’s forehead affectionately.
“I liked my present,” Gavin said with a smile.
Amy said nothing for a moment. “I never thought you’d react like that.”
Gavin moved away to get a better look at her. “Did I scare you?”
“A little,” Amy said, looking away.
“I’m sorry, but, honey, you pushed me of
f the map. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You looked so sexy doing that to me. I’d love for you to do that again,” Gavin said with a smile as he pulled Amy close again.
“Should I?” Amy asked, uncertain.
“Oh yeah, and I promise I’ll behave next time.”
Amy giggled. “Can we go to bed?”
“Yes,” Gavin said, rising and helping Amy to her feet.
Gavin followed Amy into the bedroom, watching her delectable hips swing in front of him. Climbing into bed, they both fell into a contented sleep.
Gavin woke startled. He didn’t know why. He hadn’t been having one of his nightmares. In fact, since he had started sleeping with Amy, the dreams seemed to disappear. He was fully awake. He listened carefully. Had he heard something? The wind had picked up at some point during the night after they had fallen asleep. He lay still, his sharp, battle-honed senses kicking into high alert.
There…
Gavin heard it, this time consciously, a low, creaking sound coming from outside the bedroom. What the hell is that? He had pretty much grown accustomed to the house and its quirks. The sound was wrong and out of place. Something’s wrong. He couldn’t explain how he knew. He just knew. He started to rise, but Amy moved closer to him. The last thing he wanted to do was wake and frighten her. He kissed her shoulder and she relaxed once more.
Gavin put on his sleep pants that always laid at the edge of the bed. He quietly took out his service weapon stowed in Amy’s nightstand. He walked to the bedroom door and paused, taking a peek around the corner. The only lights on in the house were the lights from the Christmas tree. He scanned around the room as best he could and froze. He saw the kitchen door to the garage slowly open.
Gavin managed to maneuver around the entryway and toward one of the openings to the kitchen. The intruder had chosen the opposite way out and into the living room and looked toward Amy’s bedroom. His eyes narrowed as he recognized the intruder. He watched the intruder’s eyes widen as he took in the scene in front the fireplace where Amy’s torn negligee and thong still lay. Silently and quickly, he closed the space between him and the intruder. The wind picked up as he placed the muzzle of his weapon against the back of the intruder’s skull.
