Getting Dirty (A Three Sisters Story Book 2)

by Kat London

  My cell phone rang and I immediately imagined it was Gavin. But my nav’s caller display showed it was someone else—another surprise. It was Kyle. I rejected his call, but he called right back. With a sigh, I gave up and took the call.

  “What’s up, Kyle?”

  “Hey, Cher,” he said, his voice muffled from the other end by a ton of other voices. “I saw Gavin earlier, so I guessed you were back in town too.”

  “You guessed right,” I said, turning back to my apartment.

  “I’m down at the bonfire. You should come and have some fun.”

  “No thanks,” I said. “I’m not in the mood.”

  “Awe,” he groaned. “Don’t tell me the old guy got under your skin too.”

  “Old guy?”

  “Yeah, Gavin,” Kyle continued. “He’s being a dick today. But I’m not going to let him ruin my night, and you shouldn’t either. Come on, please. Let’s let loose and have some fun.”

  I slammed on my brakes. Kyle was right; my night shouldn’t be ruined. It wasn’t my fault Gavin was hiding something. I spent a lot of time to look this good; I should be able to have a little fun. I cranked my wheel and aimed for the bonfire area.

  ***

  I parked on the outskirts of the field, before making my way down to the fire. Heels were a bitch to walk in the outdoors. Usually I kept a pair of sneakers in my trunk—camping guides being nothing if not always prepared. Unfortunately for me, the entire Gavin debacle had knocked me off whatever bit of game I thought I had.

  It wasn’t hard to find Kyle once I got closer to the crowd. His height instantly gave him away, and as I got closer I could see he was surrounded by a group of young girls all doe-eyed as they listened to him talk. I sidelined the group and made my way straight for the keg.

  Pumping my cup full of beer, I thought back to the woman at Gavin’s door. What a fool I was, to think I’d finally found someone special in an old friend. And was he really a friend? I mean I didn’t know he was seeing someone—or God, were they living together? Guilt and humiliation spun clashed in my gut as my eyes teared up. I had to stop getting so hopeful every time a guy looked my way.

  “Hey there, gorgeous.” Kyle’s voice came from behind me as his arms wrapped around my waist. I spun around, my breasts pressing against his chest. His eyes looked from mine, down to my low-cut dress, and back up again. “That dress makes you the sexiest girl out here tonight.”

  I stifled a giggle. “I wasn’t planning on coming to the bonfire tonight.”

  His head dipped down, nuzzling my neck. “Then I’m going to consider myself lucky. Hopefully in more ways than one.”

  The feel of Kyle’s breath against my neck brought back images of my hike with Gavin. His kiss. His touch. His smell. Being here with Kyle felt wrong. Gavin made me feel special for me. Kyle made me feel special for him.

  Kyle’s hand ran down my bare arm, but instead of feel-good goosebumps, it made my skin crawl. A shudder ran down my spine. Kyle took it as an invitation for more. His hand moved to my ass, and as he squeezed it he pulled me closer. “As hot as you look, I can’t wait to get you out of this dress.”

  This was a big mistake. What was I thinking? I wriggled out of his grasp, pulling myself away. “Not yet, Kyle. Let me have a few beers first.”

  He glanced at my full beer and nodded. “Let me get you another.” I moved out of the way, letting him get to work on the keg. While his back was turned, I dropped my cup and pushed through the crowd back toward my car.

  Stumbling through the field, my heels sunk into the soil. “Cher!” Kyle’s voice called from the crowd. I kicked off my heels and sped up as I made my way through the wild grass barefoot. “Oh, there you are! Cher, wait up!”

  I made it to my car just as Kyle reached out and tapped my shoulder, spilling beer down my arm. I spun around and found him double fisting two cups. “Where are you going? I thought we were going to have a little fun?”

  I shook my head and scrambled to come up with an excuse. “Sorry, I’m not feeling great.”

  “It’s that jerk of a boss of mine, isn’t it,” Kyle said. “I saw how upset you were when you got here.” He took a step closer, leaning in as I pressed my back against my car trying to get away. “What did he do? Did he try to kiss you or something? Dirty old pig.”

  “No,” I said. “It was nothing like that.” I tried to inch away from him, but Kyle only smirked as he leaned closer and pressed his groin against mine.

  “Good,” he said. “Because I know you want me, and I want you, so let’s do this.” He tossed both cups to the side and reached up grabbing my face as he planted a slobbery kiss on my lips.

  “Eww, Kyle, no,” I said pressing both hands against his chest and pushing him back. “Please just leave me alone.”

  “Awe, come on,” he groaned, leaning in a second time. “I know you want it.”

  “She said, no,” Gavin’s voice came from behind Kyle. Before the latter could respond, Gavin pulled him off me and spun him around. “Now take off and leave Cher alone.” He pushed Kyle away and turned toward me.

  “Fuck you, Gavin,” Kyle said. “You think you’re so great, you and you’re stupid flower shop.”

  Kyle lunged at Gavin from behind, so fast I didn’t have time to warn him. But before he reached us, Gavin spun around and one-punched Kyle, right in the middle of the face. I gasped, covering my mouth with both hands as Kyle fell backward.

  “My nose!” he screamed, scrambling to get up. “You asshole, you broke my fucking nose!”

  “Get out of here,” Gavin said, stepping toward him. Kyle scrambled like a crab until he got back to his feet and ran back to the crowd. “Fuck you, Gavin!” he yelled back in our direction.

  Gavin turned toward me, holding an arm out. “You, okay?” His brows were pushed together as he stepped in my direction.

  I nodded, looking down at his hand, the one that had punched Kyle. I took it between mine and rolled it over, revealing his knuckles. “Are you okay? You’re the one who punched someone.” I ran a thumb over his knuckles as he winced.

  “I’ll be fine.” He sidled up next to me, both of us leaning against my car, his hand still between mine. “You really need to stop putting yourself in these awkward situations.” I smiled. How many times had Gavin watched me flirt with yet another loser? And how many times had he wished that guy was him? He continued, “Listen, I heard you stopped by.”

  I dropped his hand, remembering the woman at his door. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I should have called, or something.”

  “No, I’m sorry,” he said, stepping in front of me. “That was Mary, one of my employees.”

  “I didn’t know you guys lived together,” I said, stepping away and focusing on my purse. Where were my keys? I needed to get out of here and away from Gavin.

  “I think you’ve got it all wrong” he began.

  “Or, dating, or whatever it is,” I said. Bingo! I pulled my keys out and unlocked my car. “Listen, Gavin, I really appreciate your help tonight, but I should get going.”

  “All right then,” he said, stepping away from my car. As I opened the door I willed myself to not look at his face. Stay strong, Cher. “But,” he added, “you should know that Mary and I have never dated—never will. She was just watching my place for me while I was away with you. I thought the least I could do was let them stay for supper as a thank you.”

  “Oh, I didn’t know that,” I said, grabbing the door of my car and meeting his gaze. My pulse quickened at the look of hope on his face. Laughter burst out, as I leaned my forehead on the back of my hand. “I feel like such an idiot.”

  “Can we start over?” he asked. “Maybe let me take you back to my place for an apology?”

  “What about Mary and her daughter?”

  “They’ve gone home,” he said. “I promise it’s just going to be you and me.” He stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. “And I’m going to show you what a real man does with a woman as beautiful of y
ou.”

  SEVEN

  Back at Gavin’s place, he gave me a tour of his townhouse. It was a three level, with two bathrooms, a den, and one loft bedroom. I noted that there was no sign of a female touch anywhere. What a relief.

  We retired to the main floor, where the living room, kitchen, and dining area all opened up together. I leaned against the long island that separated the kitchen from the rest of the floor, as Gavin opened up his wine cabinet.

  “What would you like, a glass of pinot noir? Shiraz? Reisling? Ladies choice.”

  “Pinot is fine,” I said. “I didn’t realize you were such a wine connoisseur.”

  He smiled as he reappeared with a wine bottle in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. “I wouldn’t go as far as saying I’m a connoisseur,” he said. “But my sister lives in the Okanagan. Every time I visit she sends me home with a new kind to try.”

  “I’ve never been on that side of the mountains,” I said. “But I’ve heard it’s beautiful.”

  He popped the cork and started pouring the deep red wine into two glasses. “You’ll have to join me some time.”

  My cheeks flushed hot, and I turned away. “Don’t say things like that.”

  He passed me a glass of wine. “Why not? You’ve never been there before. Wouldn’t you like to go sometime?”

  “You know what I mean.” I met his gaze as I took my glass from him. Our fingers touched for a short moment, long enough to send a tingle up my arm. “Don’t make plans when we don’t know if this is going anywhere.”

  He frowned before taking a sip. “Why would you say that?”

  “Well it’s true,” I said, setting my glass down. “I’m tired of always looking for a future when nothing’s there.”

  “Cher,” Gavin said, lowering his glass. “You’re thinking too much. It’s not like we’ve just met. I know you, and you know me. It’s okay to be guarded. But it’s also okay to have a little fun.” He reached for my hand and wrapped his fingers around mine. The warmth of his touch spread through my body, relaxing the doubts that had filled my mind when I stopped in earlier. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. “Now, let me start a fire, and we can relax.”

  Two glasses of wine later I was feeling much more comfortable. It helped that the fire had warmed up the room and that Gavin had joined me on the couch. I was resting on one end, with my legs tucked up at my side, and he sat in the center turned toward me. In front of us was a tray of fruit with ice to keep it cold.

  “What happened to your feet?” he asked, running his fingers across the bottom of one. “They’re filthy.”

  I laughed. “I wore heels to the party. I had to kick them off while I was trying to escape.”

  “They look sore,” he said. “Here, let me help.”

  He leaned forward, putting his glass on the coffee table, then took a napkin and picked up an ice cube. I readjusted myself to let him take my feet in his lap and watched as he lifted one of my feet and ran the ice cube along the sole.

  The cool sensation rippled through my sensitive skin, and I jolted my foot back, but Gavin held it tight. “Hold on.” He winked as a wicked smirk crossed his lips. “I promise you’ll enjoy this. Now close your eyes.”

  I relaxed my leg letting Gavin have full control of my foot again. He slowly applied the ice again, this time softer, running it in circles along my skin. I leaned my head back, my eyelids pressed together, as the tiny sensations of cold were replaced with warmth when Gavin followed the ice with his thumb. Soon both my feet were being cleaned and massaged, and I was groaning in pleasure as he placed pressure in all the right places.

  One of Gavin’s hands let go of my foot, running the ice cube along the inside of my leg up to my knee. Gavin shifted on the couch, still massaging one foot with his thumb, as his lips touched the inside of my ankle. I gasped with pleasure as they ran up the inside of my leg everywhere the ice had left its cool watery trail. As he reached my knees, I opened my legs, hiking up my dress and letting his hand move further along my heated skin.

  “You’re not wearing any underwear,” he said, his breath hot against my skin as he reached the top of my thigh. I shifted my hips in response, spreading my legs further to invite him in.

  He shifted again, returning with a new ice cube. Its frozen exterior pressed against my unshaven folds, slipping into my pink slit. He slid the cube up and down, moistening my clit as the icy water dripped down to his lips as they licked at my open hole. Gasps of pleasure escaped my throat as I struggled to control myself amongst the different sensations, cold, hot, slippery, and dry. My ass twitched under each burst of pleasure, making the feelings increase in capacity.

  The ice disappeared for a moment as Gavin’s finger slipped inside of me. I arched my back to invite it deeper, but at the same time he pushed his lips against my clit, now with the ice pressed between his teeth. I moaned with pleasure as he suckled my swelling bud, in and out against what was left of the cold cube of ice. When another finger entered me, I screamed out in agonized pleasure, grabbing at the back of his head and pulling him closer to my center.

  His tongue rode my clit as my hips ground against him. Inside the tension built up, while I panted between groans. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded. This only made Gavin work his tongue harder, lashing it against me, until I was ready to burst. I pulled his head hard against my opening, holding it there as I writhed from his touch, shrieking in pleasure as my orgasm tore through my body.

  Never had I ever came like that before.

  When it ended, I finally released Gavin’s head, and he pulled back gasping for air. “Are you okay?” I asked, panting between breaths.

  “That was wild,” he said, collapsing on my middle.

  I laughed out loud, part pleasure, part embarrassment. I had almost suffocated Gavin in my vagina. What a way to end things!

  I straightened up, pulling my legs back together. Wetness dripped from my center, a mix of ice and cum. As I moved, Gavin sat up. I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his pants. I smiled, meeting Gavin’s gaze. “No, no,” he said, shaking his head. “I wanted tonight to be all about you.”

  “Trust me,” I said. “I’m ready for round two. Drop your pants.”

  He stood up and undid his pants as I climbed off the couch to meet him. When his jeans and underwear dropped to the ground, I was met with his large, thick cock. Stepping in front of him, I pressed a hand against his chest, and he dropped to the couch. Lifting my dress, I climbed onto his lap and lowered my still wet pussy on top of his rock hard cock.

  Gavin groaned as I slid his entire shaft inside of me. It was effortless as I was already fully primed from my orgasm. Moving my ass, I slid myself up and down, to the tip of his cock, then dove it deep inside of me again and again.

  Gavin reached his arms around me, until they met the zipper of my dress. Pulling it down, he loosed the straps on my shoulders. “God you’re beautiful,” he said, grabbing each strap and pulling them down until my breasts popped out of the top of the fabric. I started to wiggle my arms out of the rest of the dress, but Gavin held the straps at my elbows, confining my arms at my sides.

  “Remember,” he whispered as his head leaned toward my nipple, “this is all about you, not me. Keep your arms to yourself.”

  He moved his hands to my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth as he cupped the underside of each mound, kneading them upwards. As I rode his cock my breasts bounced against his cheeks, and his teeth pulled at my nipple sending zaps of pain and pleasure through my chest. Hungrily his mouth moved to the next breath as his hips began to meet mine, pushing me up harder and harder with each thrust.

  His cries got faster and louder, as we moved together and against one another. Finally I could barely keep up, as he hammered deeper into me, now holding my body against him as we slid into ecstasy.

  Pleasure racked my body as my second orgasm took me over. I pulled myself closer against him, his face still pressed against my heaving chest, as he held me in place s
lapping himself against my convulsing pussy. With a final cry, he held me tight as his body shook against me, his cock filling my inside.

  We fell to the side, still wrapped in one another’s arms as we panted like wild animals. My brain had turned to mush from too much excitement—or was that even possible? Gavin’s cock still pressed hard inside of me, and I never wanted him to leave.

  He lifted his head up from my chest, red-cheeked, and eyes drunk with pleasure. “I think you better stay the night.” He smiled at me innocently. “I mean, a sleepover was part of the camping package, wasn’t it?”

  I burst out laughing. Who was I to turn down a customer?

  EIGHT

  In the morning I stretched out across Gavin’s sheets to reach for his naked body. After we went to bed, Gavin made me cum two more times—now my body awoke, aching for a third. What do they say—three times a charm?

  But when I reached over, Gavin’s side of the bed was cold, and all that sat there was a note on his pillow.

  Had to run into work for a bit. Make yourself at home.

  Gav ♥

  Even though his absence made my chest ache, the sight of the heart on the note made mine jump. I wanted to do something nice for Gavin, and I suddenly had a great idea.

  After cleaning up after myself, I left Gavin’s flat and went home to shower. The more I thought about my surprise for him the more excited I got. I finally left my place after primping, and swung by the office. There Ali sat in silence, behind her supervisor desk, amidst piles of paperwork.

  She looked up when the door dinged as I entered, her brows rising in surprise. “You’re not supposed to be here today.”

  “I’m not,” I said, walking behind the counter and searching for the envelope Gavin had given me only the day previous. “I’m just picking up something I bought.”