by Kim Linwood
As soon as Gavin comes into view, my eyes eat him up. He’s standing straight, his muscular, decorated body wet and flushed from the steam in the shower. I can’t hide my desire quickly enough, and the corner of his mouth turns up. It’s not the only thing that’s up. His cock is pointing at the ceiling, swaying slightly with his movements. A shiver runs through me when I remember the magic of feeling it inside me. It had to be magic for something that big to fit, right?
“I’m sure you’re still pissed as all hell at me,” he says quietly.
I shake my head. Not in denial, but I don’t want to think about that. Not right now.
He begins to scrub, first my left arm. “I can’t help myself. You drive me crazy, babe.” The rough cloth leaves a soft tingle in its wake as he moves from one arm to the next.
“I’m not your babe,” I whisper.
“You’re naked in my shower with my hands all over your body. I’m just calling it like I see it... babe.”
His hands move to my shoulder blades, rubbing slow, soapy circles along my chest just above my breasts. My nipples respond, hardening into shameless little points. Traitors. When he slides the cloth down between them, he leans in and whispers hotly in my ear. “You make me so fucking hard.” This close, I can smell his musk even over the flowery scent of the soap. It’s heady, making me just a little woozy. He steadies me with his hands. “Do you need to sit down?” At first he sounds concerned, but then he adds while soaping my breasts, almost as an afterthought, “And while you’re down there...”
Good to know some things don’t change. “Are you sure? I have pretty sharp teeth, babe.” I emphasize the last word sarcastically.
He only laughs, crouching to wash my thighs and hips. I’m very conscious of him being face to face with my pussy, but he doesn’t seem to notice, concentrating on my legs. His touch is so soft, sliding smoothly through the sudsy soap that covers me.
Suddenly he leans forward and puts a kiss right on my mound, just above my clit. I squeak and jump, but his hands grip my hips to hold me in place. “Easy, tiger. I think it’s time to rinse.” He grins mischievously when he stands.
Grabbing the showerhead, he detaches it so he can spray me clean. Starting at my shoulders, he works his way down my body, passing the head close to my skin. The temperature is just on the edge of comfort, tingling without burning. He runs it right over my spine, making me gasp as the stream pounds against my lower back. Up and down my legs and over my ass, and then the insides of my thighs, letting it jet over my pussy for just a moment. I draw a sharp breath, but I stand still, waiting.
He moves the head to my front, but stays behind me, reaching around. Starting at my throat, he rinses my chest down towards my breasts, tickling my nipples rock hard with the pressure. I can’t help myself and push back against his naked body.
Gavin’s broad chest is like a wall, and his hardness slides against the small of my back. I wiggle against him, loving the feel of his skin against mine. His free arm goes all the way around below my breasts, clutching me to him while he moves the showerhead lower.
“That’s right,” his gruff voice rumbles next to me. “Rub yourself against me. So soft and sexy.”
Ashamed at being caught out, I try to think of some glib remark, but his hand cups my breast, catching the nipple between his thumb and index finger. When he rolls it, I moan, reply forgotten.
He puts the showerhead right between my legs. The powerful stream rushes against my clit, burning with heat, thrumming against the sensitive nub. I writhe in his grasp, but he holds me tight. So good, but so much at the same time.
Sparks of pleasure arc out from my center, making my skin tingly and hot. Between his solid grip on my breast and the showerhead, he’s got me right where he wants me and he’s merciless. Usually I need to ease into it, but maybe I was just so worked up already, because the steady rush of water sets off a chain reaction.
“Come for me. Show me how fucking beautiful you are when you come.” His voice is husky with need, sounding so damn sexy. The constant spray, the sound of his voice, his touch on me—they all combine to push me over the edge, and I explode in his arms.
My whole body goes tight and my toes curl as I press into his powerful chest. His arm is like rock, holding me up while I squirm, coming like a freight train. There’s a keening sound, and it takes a couple of moments before I realize that it’s me. It echoes off the walls, throwing the primal sound of my orgasm right back at me.
It’s not until I begin to squeal and laugh as the tingling sensations become too much that he pulls the showerhead away. I let out a sigh of relief and go completely limp, his grip the only thing that keeps me from collapsing on the floor. Holy crap, that was intense.
“Warm enough yet?” He’s still rock hard against me. I don’t trust my voice, so I just nod, making him chuckle. “Good. I can only wait so long.”
He drops the showerhead and it hits the floor with a loud clunk, spraying hot water wildly. Turning me around, he presses me up against the shower wall and mashes his lips against mine. His kiss is eager and possessive, claiming me while his hands boldly explore my body. His large cock is hard against my stomach, and unable to help myself, I slip my hands down to grip him, to feel his heat between my fingers.
The deep groan he makes when I touch him stokes the fire inside me. I stroke his length, sliding my hands up and down him, loving the silky smoothness of his skin. “I want you in me.” The words slip out before I know what I’m saying. “No, wait.” I look up at him as earnestly as I can, fearing rejection. “I want to try something.” He looks at me curiously as I slide down to my knees. I glance up again to make sure I have his attention. “I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to show me, okay?”
He swells in my hand while he watches me, eyes bright and full lips parted. “Fucking hell, Angie. You’re so perfect I almost don’t care if it’s real.”
It hurts that he still doesn’t trust me, but I push it aside for now. I don’t trust him either, but I want this anyway. Licking my lips, I eye his cock with trepidation. I’m not even sure I can get my lips around it, but I’m going to try. I take him in, but just barely, stretching my jaw until it burns. Touching the underside with my tongue, I taste him for the first time. I explore his texture, sliding over his bumps and ridges. Somehow this feels dirtier than sex, even here in the shower.
He threads his hand through my hair and grips so tightly that it hurts a little. I look up with just my eyes and I’m a little scared by the intensity of his gaze. Then he pushes the back of my head, forcing me to take him deeper.
Oh God, I don’t know what I’m doing. He bumps into the back of my mouth, and I struggle to keep my gag reflex under control. I brace against his thighs, trying to control the depth and he doesn’t force the issue.
Instead, he uses his grip to teach me a rhythm, showing me how to move to make him feel good. For once, he’s not making crude comments or trying to get a rise out of me. He’s too busy moaning, the sound deep and sexy. His eyes are closed, so I can’t help slipping a hand down between my legs. I’m soaked, and it’s not from the shower.
His breathing comes faster, emphasized by sharp gasps. He thrusts, fucking my mouth while I tease him with my tongue. “Shit... I’m almost there, babe.” Looking down at me hotly, he makes me blush when I realize he’s watching me play with myself. His eyes are half-hooded with lust, and even his trademark smirk is gone as he tenses up.
I appreciate his warning, but if I’m going to do this, I’m doing it right. So instead of pulling off, I tighten my lips and swirl my tongue against him. Closing my eyes, I wait for it, not knowing exactly what to expect.
He lets out a deep groan and his thighs flex as he stiffens and swells. He comes hard, filling my mouth thickly before I swallow it down.
The shower wall rattles as he steadies himself, breathing heavily. I look up, and for the first time in the light of day, I see him without his mask on, his eyes closed and his face slack and
vulnerable. When we had sex on our wedding night, it was too dark and I was too caught up in the moment to notice. I like it. It’s like seeing into parts of him that he normally hides away.
I’m not sure when the right point is to stop, so I keep sucking. He twitches and laughs softly, obviously sensitive and maybe a little ticklish. As he softens, I discover I can take more of him in, and I do, exploring him with my tongue and lips.
Eventually, he pulls away. “Fuck, too sensitive.”
I let him out with a soft pop before I look up, unable to keep the grin off my face. I did pretty well, I think, especially for my first time.
He laughs. “Feeling pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you.” Crouching, he gets right up close. “You suck great cock, babe.”
“Don’t call me—”
He kisses me, deeply, putting a hand on the back of my head so I can’t get away. Doesn’t he care about... well, apparently not. I wrap my arms around his neck, and return his kiss for all I’m worth.
Chapter 31: Gavin
Well, fuck, that was unexpected. Far be it from me to not enjoy a spontaneous BJ, but I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Pretty sure I’m not out of the shithouse yet. I can’t deny that our chemistry is real, but aside from my cock, what else is she after?
Even still, somehow I’ve ended up in bed with her head on my chest and my arm around her like we actually belong in the fucking bridal suite, and for once, I have no idea what to say. She sure feels good in my arms though.
She even smells good. I resist the urge to lean in and kiss the top of her head. Jesus. I never thought I’d end up like my father, but here I am pushing aside my pride because her mouth felt good around my cock and her hair smells nice. I blame the shower on adrenaline, but the cuddling?
Shit, now what?
“Nothing’s changed, has it?” Angie’s soft voice breaks the silence with a question that sounds more like a statement. Her soft breath brushes over my midsection while she traces the tattoo on my side with her finger. One of the first ones I got. A bunch of feathers wrapped in barbed wire. It seemed really fucking symbolic of... I can’t even remember.
I sigh and look up at the ceiling, wondering about the shitty paint job. “No.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Her finger trails higher, up towards my chest, following black ink while she talks.
Cold settles in my gut. She’s betting on my ego to get me back. Typical.
“And I hate it. I hate that you were a total asshole to me when I was scared and I still can’t stop.”
With a quick grab and roll, I put her under me. Angie squeaks in protest at the sudden movement, but I don’t miss how her legs slide open automatically so I land between them. Her tits jiggle enticingly when she lands on her back, and I’m already hard just looking at her.
“Like hell you hate it.” I grind my cock against her and she whimpers. “And scared? Scared of what? Being set for life? Oh yeah, poor you.” I try to sound pissed, but man, it’s hard when I can feel her heat soaking into me. I don’t even believe me.
She frowns and tries weakly to buck me off, but she’s breathing heavy and it’s not from the effort. “Set for life? Are you serious? Yeah, I’d just looove to be pregnant for pre-med. Raising a baby on my own in medical school sounds like so much fun! And I’d be stuck with YOU which would basically be hell. I’ve been trying to get away from you since we met!”
I laugh. “Of course you have. That’s why we keep ending up in bed together. You have to rest from all that running.” I don’t believe for a minute that she doesn’t want to be exactly where she is. The rest of it? I don’t know, but doubt creeps in. “I still don’t know what to do with you.”
“Really?” She traces her fingernails along my chest, sending tingles racing straight down to my cock. “The great and mighty playboy is out of ideas? How disappointing. I can think of a couple of things.”
“Yeah?” Is this really the same girl?
“Yeah, like you get the fuck off me and we finish this trip and then never see each other again,” she snaps.
“That’ll be a little hard, Sis.”
Angie laughs. “Didn’t you hear? The marriage is off. Your dad pulled the plug.”
The feel of her under me is so distracting that her words take a moment to register. “What? What do you mean?” I grab her hands and pin them to the pillow behind her head. From the way she chews her lip and her eyes light up, she doesn’t look like she minds. “Spill.”
“Mom told me.” She raises an eyebrow. “Your dad hasn’t called?”
“Apparently we don’t talk as often as you guys do.” As in, hardly ever if we don’t have to. This would’ve been nice to know, though. “Tell me what happened.”
“Why do you care? According to you we’re just a bunch of gold diggers anyway. I can see it in your eyes whenever you look at me like that.” She wriggles against my grip.
“Like what?” I ease up and sit back. The sexual tension between us just up and evaporated.
“Like I stop being a person and I start being a threat. Like you did yesterday, right before you called me names and stormed out on me. Are you going to do that again?” Pulling the sheets up, she covers herself. “Because if you are, can you just skip to the part where you leave?”
If it wasn’t obvious already, playtime’s over. How did we go from soft and sexy to being at each other’s throats again in under a minute? I sigh. “Just tell me what fucking happened.”
She blows her hair out of her eyes. “Someone from your dad’s company invested in Mom’s store. She thought it was him, being all super-secret philanthropist in love.”
Shit.
“Well he wasn’t, and when he found out about the money, he was pissed. He thinks she tried to scam him, to use him to save her business. Wouldn’t listen to a word Mom said.” She looks right at me, her brown eyes darkening. “Sound like someone you know?”
Fuck. My mind’s racing. No good deed goes unpunished. Boom, right back in my face. Angie’s going to be furious.
Double fuck.
“It was me.”
She’s looking out the window, but her eyes snap to me at my words. “Excuse me?”
“I sent the money. Nobody was supposed to know.”
Her eyes go huge before they narrow, her brows furrowing angrily. “You set up my mom?”
“No! I knew her stupid flower shop was in trouble, so I had one of dad’s companies invest. I have a bit of clout in the company, even if most of the time he thinks my office is a waste of space. It wasn’t a lot. Just enough to keep her afloat for a bit. I didn’t want money to be an issue.” I shrug. “For what it’s worth, I’m impressed she figured out the connection.”
“You are...” Angie sits up on the bed and clutches the sheets, not out of modesty but anger. “...the most paranoid, egotistical...” Kneeling up on the bed, she points at the door, an image of beautiful, stark naked fury. “...manipulative prick I know.” Her heavy breathing makes her tits heave in a way that’s ridiculously distracting.
I tear my eyes away to meet her icy gaze. I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of, but this was supposed to be one of the good things. “I was trying to help, for Christ’s sake.”
“Giving money as a freaking test isn’t helping, dimwit. What, it wasn’t enough to screw up what we had before we even had a chance? You had to go ruin it for our parents too?” She picks up a pillow and flings it at me which I only barely bat out of the way. Arguing while naked isn’t playing fair. Not when you look like Angie.
Alright, I’m done with this. I can’t win. “You know what? Fuck this. I’m leaving. I’ll ask for another cabin for the rest of the cruise. You win. Happy?” I talk while I pull dry clothes out of my suitcase. She huffs, still naked and in full view, watching me pick up my stuff.
Does that make me hard? Of course it does, but I ignore it. I’ll get my own cabin, jerk off and I won’t even have to worry about her walking in on me. Fucking magni
ficent. I tug the zippers shut on my suitcase and open the door. With a last glance back, I meet her steely gaze with one of my own. “Have a nice fucking cruise.” Then I step out, closing the door behind me.
Done.
Chapter 32: Angie
I shift on the deck chair, finding a better angle for reading. A sip of sangria, then back to rippling chests and heaving bosoms. Funny how the reality of muscle bound alpha males never seems to match up with the fantasy. It’d be nice if every time I picture the hero in this story, he didn’t look like Gavin.
I haven’t talked to him in three days. The storm raged on for most of the day we fought, and then blew out overnight. Since then I’ve been living in paradise, and hating every second of it. I got what I wanted, so I should be happy. Pleased. Thrilled. I have an amazing suite to myself, a magnificent view, a huge bed, and best of all, I don’t have a hotshot asshole of a stepbrother running around cracking jokes and trying to get in my panties.
Whoopde-freakin-do.
It’s given me plenty of time to work on my tan, and while I’ll never make a serious dent in my to-be-read pile, I’ve made the best progress in months. Just me, my e-reader, the blazing sun and sangrias. Perfect.
And lonely. I spend my days in imaginary worlds and my nights ignoring how empty my bed feels. If the storm hadn’t knocked out the cell antenna it might not be so bad, but I can’t even get in touch with Cassie or Mom. It’s enough to make me miss Gavin’s paranoia and asshattery. Not really. But I do miss his smile, and the way he sometimes looked at me before it all fell apart.
With a sigh, I put the reader down and roll onto my back, closing my eyes to the bright sun on my face. I’ve seen him around, of course. The ship isn’t that big. Usually he’s just wearing a pair of board shorts and a smile, showing off his bronzed chest and tattoos. Either a lot of the passengers didn’t catch the whole wedding thing, or he’s really going out of his way to show that it’s not a problem, because every time I see him he has a new girl on his arm. Or arms. I bet it took him all of an hour to replace me.
