Page 34 of One Good Puck (Denver Bashers #5)

Abby

W hen I open my eyes, I’m greeted with a wall of warm skin and hard muscle.

I glance up at Gavin sleeping soundly while cuddling me into his chest, his arms wrapped around me.

I blink a few times, my eyes adjusting to the soft sunlight peeking through the blinds. It must be just after sunrise.

I nuzzle into his chest and breathe in a lungful of his spicy, woodsy, peppery scent. I thought it was his cologne that smelled so good, but I realize now it’s the soap he uses that smells so divine. And now I smell like him too.

I think about what we got up to in the shower last night…and his bed.

How he likes to talk dirty. The look on his face when he saw me naked for the first time. How hard he came in my mouth and my pussy…

I shift slightly, feeling that slight ache between my legs. I’m a little sore from how big Gavin is and how hard he fucked me. But I love it. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way, and I almost forgot how good it feels. That delicious soreness from a hot and hard fuck.

My pussy and my clit ache for more.

Except I won’t get another time with Gavin. Last night was it.

Disappointment flashes through me. Even though I know it’s for the best, I can’t deny how sad I am that last night is all we’ll ever have.

Gavin starts to stir. A second later, he opens his eyes.

He glances down, his blue eyes focusing. He flashes a sleepy grin.

“Good morning.” His voice is a rough rumble. It makes my pussy ache even harder.

“Good morning,” I say sweetly.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock. You?”

The corner of his mouth tugs up in a sleepy, sexy-as-hell half-smile. “Same.”

“I haven’t shared a bed with someone for so long,” I say. “I was worried I’d wake you up because I moved around too much or I talked in my sleep.”

He lets out a chuckle that’s rough and soft all at once. “You were perfect.”

When he kisses my forehead, I swear my insides turn to goo. He’s so sweet and so affectionate, and it’s making me melt.

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him.

“Are you feeling okay after last night?” Concern radiates in his eyes. “You mentioned it had been a while since you’ve had sex. Are you sore? Do you need anything?”

My heart skips in my chest at how my well-being is at the front of his mind. So beyond sweet .

I shake my head. “I’m all good. A little sore, but it’s a good sore.”

He smiles. I tilt my head up and kiss him. It’s not long before things amp up. I’m clawing at his chest, and his hands are all over me. He grabs my ass, pulling me closer to him.

My clit and pussy are throbbing, aching for more of him.

“Gavin…I need to ask you something,” I say between kisses.

He hums against my mouth.

“I know we agreed on just one night, but I’m still so turned on. I could go to my bedroom and take care of myself with my vibrator, but I know it won’t be half as good as you…Can I ride your dick? Please?”

My rambling trails off when I catch the hard expression on his face. He looks almost angry.

For a second, I’m nervous, but then he aims a wicked smile at me.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Abby,” he says. “You can ride my dick anytime you want.”

Heat simmers between my legs, and I grin at him.

He moves so he’s on his back, then reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom. He goes to rip it open, but I stop him.

“Um, can I put it on you?” I ask.

That devilish grin reappears. “Hell yes.”

He hands me the condom. Before I roll it on, I lower my face to his cock and glide my tongue along his shaft a few times.

He fists the bedsheets, then runs his fingers through my hair, pulling me off his cock. He brings my face to his and kisses me, hard.

I moan into his mouth. It’s heaven seeing how much he unravels when I use my mouth on him.

“I thought you said you wanted to ride me, sweetness,” he says roughly.

“I do. I just needed to have you in my mouth first.”

He exhales and shakes his head at me, like he can’t quite believe what I’ve said.

I roll on the condom, my mouth watering at how steely his cock is from just a few licks of my tongue. I position myself on top of him, then slowly slide down his length.

His jaw bulges as he bites down. “Fuck…” he mutters.

I inhale sharply, then whimper as I glide up and down his dick. It takes a few seconds for me to adjust to his size. So just like last night, I give myself a minute to sit there.

That filled-up feeling teeters on the edge of too much, but I love it. I love feeling Gavin stretch me out. I love knowing that I can take his cock so well.

Slowly, I glide up and down. Pleasure swoops through me. I can feel it simmering in my pussy, gliding up my tummy and chest in a slow, steady stream of heat.

My head falls back. “No way…”

Gavin digs his thick fingers into the fleshy part of my hips. “What do you mean, sweetness?”

I whimper through a breath. “No way can I be on the verge of coming this fast…”

When I glance down at Gavin, he’s sporting the smuggest grin I’ve ever seen. He thrusts up into me, and I cry out from the spike in pleasure.

“No one makes you come like I do.”

There’s a lilt to his voice that makes me think he’s asking a question, like he wants reassurance. But I don’t miss that cocky look in his eyes. He doesn’t need one bit of reassurance. He knows the answer to that. I’ve made it crystal clear with how hard and how fast I come with him.

Pressure hikes up my chest. Everything feels tight and on the verge of exploding. My pussy, my muscles, my brain.

My body starts to tremble as the pleasure overflows inside of me. I bounce harder and faster on Gavin’s dick. A moment later, the pleasure crests, and I fall apart.

I come screaming and bouncing on his cock. I fall forward, losing all control of my body, but Gavin props me up with his strong arms. My entire body tenses with the intensity of this orgasm. Then, a minute later, when I start to come down, I feel light and gooey. I’m a puddle of post-climax joy.

Underneath me, Gavin tenses. He lets out a grunt, then relaxes. He lowers me to his chest and wraps his arms around me.

We stay like that, wrapped in each other, for what feels like minutes.

After a while, my phone buzzes. I close my eyes, planning to ignore it. But then it buzzes again. Not a phone call, but a string of texts.

“I should probably get that,” I say, the disappointment clear in my tired voice.

Gavin kisses the top of my head. I’m warm all over at the sweetness of that move—how he can be bossy and filthy one minute and tender the next. I can’t get over how much I love it.

I ease off of him and he kisses me quickly before sliding off the bed and walking to my dress, which is in a rumpled pile on his bedroom floor. He digs my phone out of the pocket and hands it to me, then pads to the bathroom.

I look at my screen and see a handful of texts from the mother of Emma’s friend who’s hosting the sleepover.

Hey, Abby. So sorry to text you so early, but Emma threw up this morning. I think she caught a stomach bug. Would you be able to come pick her up a little early?

I sigh and type a reply.

Absolutely. I’m on my way.

“Everything okay?” Gavin asks from the doorway leading into the master bathroom.

My eyes go wide at how insanely sexy he looks right now. He’s backlit by the sunlight filtering in through the bathroom window. The muscles in his chest, arms, legs, and shoulders look so defined. The contrast makes him look like a Greek god emerging from the heavens.

I swallow back the drool in my mouth. “Emma caught a stomach bug. I have to go pick her up.”

His eyebrows knit in concern. “Shoot, sorry to hear that.”

“It was bound to happen. Kids her age exchange germs like high-fives.”

He sighs. “I remember those days.”

I stand up and grab my dress, then slide it over me. I fidget with the fabric at the front. “So, um, this was fun.”

He flashes an easy smile. “It was.”

I’m quiet for a second. Should I just leave it at that? We already agreed on the terms of our hookup last night…do I need to rehash it? Would that be overkill? It feels wrong to just walk out of the room without acknowledging what went down between us though.

“You’re still cool with everything? With everything going back to normal between us?” I ask, my voice on the edge of squeaky due to my nerves .

That unbothered smile remains. “Yeah. We’re all good. Back to being friends.”

I’m relieved at how cool he is about all this…but part of me wonders if he feels even a little disappointed that this isn’t more, like I feel.

Before I can say anything, Gavin strides up to me. He rests one hand on my waist and pulls me against him. With the other, he cups my cheek and holds my gaze, his ocean-blue eyes fiery.

“I know this was a one-time thing. But if you change your mind and wanna make it happen again, Abby, you know where to find me.”

He gives me a slow, teasing kiss that leaves me dizzy before stepping back, throwing on his boxer briefs, and walking out of the room.

And I’m left standing there, my entire body buzzing from that kiss, already aching for more of Gavin.