Ashamed of myself for believing I had a chance with him or believing anything he said, and mostly for listening in on his conversation, I turn and rush back to the bar without grabbing the other two cases.
Gavin
Thankfully, Mallory left without further argument. She can be extremely persistent but that’s how she’s always been, and why Lane loves her. Hell, it's why we all love her. She sure is something else, I chuckle to myself.
I’d always had it in my head that I would be the first to settle down and have kids. If it wasn't me then certainly it would be Landon. He's been in love with the same girl since pre-school and even though he hasn't seen her since she was five, he still never wanted to commit to anyone who wasn't Isabelle.
It's closing time and I’d been anxious to work on more defense moves with Nicola, but instead I have to head home and deal with Mallory. It’s not the way I saw my evening going but maybe it's a good thing. Nicola and I are at a stand still; the only thing she’s shared with me is a kiss. I keep pushing but she won’t open up, so maybe it’s time for me to just let it ride, see what happens when she’s in control.
She's standing behind the bar counting out her drawer and not paying me any mind but I still need to let her know I'm going to cut out early.
“Hey! I'm gonna have to head home,” I announce and she looks up at me like I’ve done something wrong before she puts her head back down and starts counting the money once again without saying a single word. I’m intrigued, “Everything ok?”
Her shoulders slump dejectedly and she exhales deeply, “Fine. I'm fine Gavin, honestly, have a good night.” If I hadn’t have spoken to her before tonight, I might’ve believed her but I know better. On any other night, I would take the time to figure out the problem but I just don’t have the energy to put up with two emotional women in one day.
“Ok. Well, I'll see you tomorrow then.”
She huffs and says, “Whatever,” not being able to keep herself from letting me know she’s pissed off.
But now I'm just pissed. “Did I do something to offend you Nicola?”
“No, really I'm fine. But I do want to say, I was right.”
“About what?”
“I'm not your type. You almost had me fooled,” she laughs spitefully as she walks over to the neon ‘open’ sign in the window and turns it off forcefully, pushing it back onto the windowsill with a ‘bang.’
Finally, it clicks and I say, “This is about Mallory isn’t it?”
“I don’t know, is that her name? The young beautiful redhead you love?”
Nicola is jealous and I must say, it’s pretty enjoyable. “I do love Mallory, but not in the way you’re accusing me of loving her.”
“Well you two did look awful close.”
I didn’t know that this moment would have to come so soon, the moment when I have to rip open the scab and lay it all out there for Nicola. To share the story I've been trying to forget.
Grabbing Nicola’s hand, I lead her to a barstool and motion for her sit.
“You don't owe me an explanation,” she says still pissed and with her arms crossed over her chest in a motion to close me out.
“Well sit and listen because you're going to get one anyway.”
I take a deep breath and try to sort it all out in a way that will make sense to Nicola and spare me some of the harsher details. “Mallory is married to my cousin Lane. About nine months ago I got shot trying to protect her from a situation she’d put herself in and she has felt guilty about it ever since, blamed herself for what my family must see as some sort of unraveling.”
Nicola’s eyes soften and she grabs onto my hand as if she’s afraid I might be fading away, “Oh my god Gavin. Is… is that why you are here? Are you afraid to go back?” she asks, with concern in her eyes.
“Not afraid. I'm just not sure I want to go back. After I almost died and then almost died again trying to recover, I found myself wondering what was the point of me trying to save a city, that can’t be saved. I came to Kentucky to clear my head and figure out what it is that I need to make my life feel purposeful again. Mallory blames herself for my leaving and in a way, she might’ve triggered what led to this, but it was only a matter of time working in a place like that. I know they’re probably here to try and convince me to go back to Chicago.”
“Is that what you want, to go back to Chicago?”
“I’m sure it will be at some point, but for right now, no.”
She clears her throat and says, “I'm glad you're ok.” Squeezing my hand again, reminding me that I’ve been okay the whole time.
“Yeah, me too.” I reply, and for some reason I feel suddenly empty. Am I not happy I'm ok?
“You should go talk to her.”
Wanting to cut the tension I say, “See Nicola, you are my type.”
“I'm not saying this to frustrate you, but one day you'll realize I'm not. And if it's ok with you, I don't want to be hurt when that realization hits you.”
Unable to fight this argument or her anymore, I grab her hands and pull her up as I lean down to kiss her. If she won't listen to me about her being my type, I'll just have to show her.
Chapter 12
Nicola
Gavin is pressing his lips to mine; the soft brush of his scruff against my cheek sends welcome shivers down my spine and wetness into my panties. He presses his heat to me; I can feel him growing with lust. I can feel my body responding to his touch, his taste, his smell; who wouldn't take the chance to be with a man like Gavin? Yet, I have so many doubts.
I don't need the complications, but Gavin isn't a man I want to resist. I miss the feeling of being beautiful, the feelings of being desirable, and the feelings of just being a woman. Simply feeling alive and how I have to take this moment because I may never feel like this again. I push the negative thoughts out of my head, promising myself I’ll just enjoy this once.
His hands skim across my skin, making it tingle until I feel my body hum. My brain goes fuzzy, rational thought is replaced with this driving need to be in this moment. To just feel him, to just be with him. His kisses burn down to my stomach like a shot of whiskey, warming me, thawing everything I once thought was frozen.
“Thank fuck.” He growls, his hands quickly grasp the hem of my shirt, tearing it away from my body.
Gavin stares at me for a moment with a smile like he’s just won the lottery. He slips one calloused hand into the overflowing cup of my outdated, too-tiny bra, he starts to pull lightly on my nipple, and I moan, feeling the heat of his hands on my skin. The feel of his hand, his fingers flicking at my nipples twist my gut into knots.
“God, I can't wait to be inside you,” his words are almost as sexy as the way his hands are fumbling at the buttons on my jeans. I giggle a little, thankful that he’s at least a tiny bit awkward, as I fumble to help him unbutton my pants.
He yanks them off of me so quickly that I think I might fall, but he steadies me within his firm embrace. It's in that moment I look at him, study him. He’s standing in front of me, fully and obviously ready to get this show on the road but staring at him, I can’t help but feel embarrassed. I instinctively go to put my hand over my stomach ashamed of the stretch marks and imperfections, but he catches it and takes my hand putting it on his rather large package instead. He slowly moves our hands up and down his shaft, squeezing my grip as he smiles and winks.
I’m thankful that I wore a skimpy pair of panties today. It’s the one thing that makes me feel a little bit sexy.
“What do I need to do to prove to you that I want you?”
I run my hand up and down the length of his dick and he licks his lips in delight. The smoldering heat of his gaze washes away my worries and puts this whole thing into focus for me; Gavin really does want me.
“I believe you now,” my voice a cross between a squeak and a whisper. Which invokes a devilish grin on Gavin’s gorgeous face. I want to look at him, to see his need, but I close my eyes getting lost in my own
desire.
“Good. Now turn around and put your hands on the bar and bend over.” He doesn't need to ask me twice. He licks and nips my shoulder, sliding his tongue down my spine. My God, I nearly melt. Every nerve is on fire. As he bends to slide my panties down, he nibbles at the small of my back and as I step out of them, I hear a throaty growl and he bites me square on my ass cheek. I jerk, but it didn't hurt as much as it had startled me. I instantly get wet.
It feels like an eternity has passed and he’s still not fucking me. I'm so exposed to him as he puts his feet between mine and slowly slides my feet wider. The waiting is excruciating and it shouldn’t be taking this long but then I hear the rip of a condom wrapper. I breathe out a small, unnoticeable sigh of relief. What really surprises me is when I hear the rip of a second condom.
“Did you just put two condoms on?”
He laughs a little and replies, “You asked if I wanted kids. The answer is no. Gotta be extra careful.”
His words deflate me. I don't want anymore either, but I do have one. I let go of the stab of disappointment as I feel him getting closer. He places one hand on my hip and one on his dick as he guides himself deep inside me. Holy hell, I've never felt so full in my life. It's the best feeling in the world.
Gavin
My dad and uncles have always warned us boys that you'll know you found your one the first time you slide your cock in her. Even through two condoms, I can feel the heat of her against my dick. I almost want to pull out because I’m not looking for what I just found. I also want to take it slow and savor this, but damn, there is such an urgency it takes everything I have to slow it down to this. All I’ve wanted this whole time was to be inside of her; now that I'm here, I'm terrified. Being inside her is heaven, but knowing about this, whatever it is or will be, is hell. I don't have time to think about it now; I just want to see her shatter. With each long, slow stroke Nicola moans in pleasure and it makes me want to fuck her faster. This sensation is too delicious to rush, but I can't stop riding this madness. I'll just have to slow it down next time.
Jesus Christ, she’s pure perfection. The feel of her full breast in my hand. The way her nipples tighten as I roll them between my fingers, gently tugging at them only makes them more erect. Her ass grinding against me makes my hands itch to knead it and smack it. I can't think straight; I just want every bit of me to be inside of her. I want to feel her pussy grip every inch of me. It suddenly slaps me in the face that I didn't take the time to taste her so I move my hand from her hip and place my finger on her clit, circling it. I want to touch every inch of her. Feeling her warmth and wetness on my bare skin makes me waver on my decision to wear the condoms and I pull away to roll them off. But, like clockwork, I can hear the echoing words of my father and his warning, “If she’s the one, you’ll knock her up first try.” I wasn't lying when I said I didn't want kids.
Nicola urgently backs her ass into me and I’m snapped out of my little haze. I didn’t realize we’d stopped, but as she pushes against me, I know she’s growing impatient. I lean in and nip her shoulder, and her neck; the throaty sounds she makes nearly dissolves my composure. I flick my fingers across her clit and hear her breath catch. I withdraw my hand bringing it to my lips, savoring the taste. My God, never has anyone tasted so good. With that, I move fast pushing as far in as possible, filling her depth with my length. The friction from her tightness against my dick has me hanging on tight as I feel her pussy pulsate against me.
When I feel the throbbing of her pussy slow, I pull out of her and go to a chair in the corner. I'm ready to cum, but I want her on top of me when I do. I need to see those perfect tits in my face; I want those tight nipples in my mouth. I want to tease them with my tongue, and my teeth.
“Again?” she asks breathlessly.
“I'm enjoying you to much to stop,” I lick my lips and sit down.
She climbs over my legs, positions herself above me, and takes her time sliding down onto me. I feel myself going in little by little, fighting off the urge to push myself all the way in. It feels just as good as it did the first time I pushed into her. Nicola must like the look on my face because she has a devious smile across hers. She starts riding me fast and I know I'm about to blow, so I try slowing her down. She shakes her head no and continues. She pushes against me, her breasts on my chest and starts kissing my neck in pace with each penetration. As she rises above me, she looks like a warrior goddess, all full of power and strength. For the second time tonight, I feel her clamp down on me but this time I'm powerless to stop my release, and I really don't want to. The power of us both tipping off the edge is so amazing, I don't want this to end. I need more. My head is so hazy.
“Fuck! Nicola!” I growl as I still myself inside her, enjoying the sensations of her pussy pulsating around me.
She collapses against me and I hold on tight, so tempted to not let go. The earthy smell of sex and sweat has me smiling into her neck. I have a revelation in this moment. With people like Nicola in this world, it's worth fighting for. She's worth fighting for and I know in this instant, I’m hooked. This one time will never be enough for me.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” I question and immediately I regret it. How awkward would it be to ask her to stay the night in my grandpa’s house?
Instead of looking at me she looks towards the floor, “Gavin, tonight was wonderful. Probably one of the best nights of my life. But we both need to face the reality of our situation. This was just sex. Amazingly hot, mind-blowing sex, but just sex nonetheless. I can't afford to have anything more complicated.”
I can’t tell whether I just feel it or if she actually hit me in the fucking gut. Before I have a chance to ask why, she runs to grab her clothes and puts them on without looking back in my direction once.
“Where are you going?”
“Home Gavin.” And without another word, she rushes out the door and leaves me sitting here… alone and naked.
As I remove the condoms, I thank them for not breaking. After I'm dressed, I head out the door, still confused by her response and her need to leave so quickly. But I don't let it bother me too much. I'm a man who knows what he wants, and I want Nicola. But what the fuck is her last name?
Chapter 13
Gavin
Pulling into my grandpa's driveway, I take a few breaths and try to clear my head. My plan was not to fuck Nicola tonight and I certainly didn't expect to feel this amazing connection with her. I am still not sure how it really happened. One moment she’s all ice and the next she's all fire. Who knew that Mallory would cause that little hellcat to actually show her claws? I can't help but chuckle to myself when I think about how having Mallory show up at the bar seemed like the worst thing to happen to me in months, when it actually turned out to be just what we needed. I could kiss Mallory for that, but I'm irritated that I'm here now to comfort her when I should have chased after Nicola and found out why she left the way she did.
Not wanting to delay the inevitable, I take a slow walk inside. When I open the door, I see Lane holding his daughter Annie. He offers an apologetic smile and I can't help but nod in understanding. There is no doubt in my mind that Lane tried to talk Mallory out of coming, but the women of the Stone family are stubborn as hell, that’s why we love them so fiercely.
Lane walks towards me and extends his hand, “It's good to see you man.”
I return the firm grip, clapping him on the back and reply, “I'm glad you're here,” and I'm surprised to realize I really do mean it. Seeing Lane brings back a sense of familiarity I had almost forgotten about.
“Sorry Mallory showed up unannounced at your work. She waited until I was in the shower to leave.”
A small chuckle leaves me, “It's fine. Where is she anyway?”
“She laid down with Annie and fell asleep before Annie did.”
I can see that his daughter is wide awake and I take notice of just how much she's grown and how much she looks like her daddy now.
“So how are things?” Lane questions, not hiding his concern well.
I waiver for a second before answering. Part of me wants to scream from the rooftops that I've found the one, but I decide that maybe Nicola should be the first to know. So instead I voice, “I'm enjoying it here in Kentucky, it’s quiet and comfortable here. And of course it’s wonderful to spend time with Grandfather.”
“Your dad is going to shit when he sees the tattoos,” he chuckles, looking up and down the length of the visible ones and hesitantly continues, “You plan on coming back soon?”
“I don't know when or if I'll be coming back.” I answer honestly.
“We will miss you. With you and Landon both gone.” Lane clears some emotion out of his voice, “it's not the same. What's keeping you here? I mean the country life doesn't suit you.”
“It suits me just fine.” I reply without making eye contact and I laugh a little because I hear a gasp leave him. I know a little light bulb has gone off in his head.
“Who is she?” he questions in all seriousness.
So much for Nicola knowing first. “A woman I work with.”
Lane eyes me and then asks what all men in my family ask, “Have you fucked her?”
I nod my head because I'm afraid I'll sound like a pathetic schoolboy who just lost his virginity.
And again in Stone men fashion he questions in a more intrusive manner, “Did you knock her up?”
My dad, uncles and Lane all knocked up their spouses on their first time together. None of them were careful. “No, I wore two condoms to prevent that from happening.” I wonder how Nicola would feel knowing I already told my cousin I fucked her and even gave him the details on my double condom decision. I didn’t tell him that I could still taste her and couldn’t stop replaying her delicate fingers gliding over my body.
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