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Chapter Fourteen

Sienna

I wake up slowly, my body aching from being in a prone position for too long. The spot between my thighs aching for a different reason ...

Shifting my legs, I knock my feet into something.

Someone.

My eyes pop open, and I realize I’m tangled up in Gavin’s arms. In his bed. He’s fast asleep, his lips slightly parted, his eyes closed. There’s a massive amount of dark stubble on his cheeks, and there are faint shadows under his eyes.

He’s still devastatingly handsome. How can he not be?

My movements are slow as I try to pull out of his embrace, but I wake him up anyway. His eyelids slowly lift, revealing his hazy gaze, and a furrow appears between his eyebrows when he sees me. That furrow sends me into a panic spiral, making me fear he regrets everything that happened. But that slow, sexy smile stretches across his face, and he leans in, trying to kiss me.

I block him with my hand, turning my head away.

“What the fuck, Freckles?” he murmurs against my palm, and I almost want to laugh.

“Morning breath, Gavin.” I slowly drop my hand, hoping the look on my face is a warning. “You do not want to kiss me right now.”

“Bullshit.” He leans in and does it anyway, and his lips linger, soft and persuasive.

Nope. I end the kiss before he deepens it, trying to roll away from him, but his grip on me tightens before I can slip out of bed. He pulls me back in, my back to his front.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Oh, that low, rough murmur is hot. The way he trails his lips along the back of my neck and shoulder is even hotter. And I can feel his erection poking against my ass.

“To brush my teeth?” I say hopefully.

“You don’t have a toothbrush here.” He licks at the spot between my neck and shoulder, making me shiver.

“You have mouthwash?”

“Probably.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t really care.” His hands come around my front, cupping my breasts. “You really want to talk about mouthwash right now?”

No. No, I do not. Deciding I shouldn’t speak at all, I remain quiet as he touches me all over my body. Those deliciously rough hands roam, lingering on all the good spots. And when he slides his fingers between my legs, I bite back a moan, spreading my thighs to give him better access.

“You always wake up this wet?” he asks before he gently bites the side of my neck.

“Do you always wake up this hard and horny?” I return.

He pinches my clit between his fingers at my response, making me gasp. “Such a smart mouth.”

“You like it.” Oh, I am breathless when that pinch turns into a caress. Tight little circles that ratchet up the flame burning inside me.

“I like everything about you.” He thrusts his hips against my butt, letting me feel him, and I swear a fresh gush of wetness floods my pussy. He removes his fingers and brushes them against my parted lips. “Taste.”

I do as he asks, sucking his fingers deep into my mouth. I haven’t given him a blow job yet, and I’m dying to, but he never gives me the chance. Always fucking me instead. Like he’s about to now.

“You’re right,” he says once he’s pulled his fingers from between my lips. “I do like that sexy mouth of yours.”

I hum my pleasure at his words, arching against him. He grabs my hips, holding me in place as he pushes inside me, and I moan when he fills me completely. Morning sex. I’ve never been a fan. Always worried about the bad breath thing or how I might look. I have a feeling there is leftover makeup smeared all over my face, along with traces of paint, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. No, he’s too intent on fucking me to oblivion, his cock feeling deeper like this. More intense.

When I lift my arms and circle them around his neck from behind, he begins to move in earnest, our skin slapping, our moans filling the air. I’m on the verge of orgasm already, my tired body coming alive, and when he settles his fingers over my clit and begins to rub, he sends me straight over the edge.

It’s too good. Overwhelming me in the best possible way, and for a moment, I black out. Lose all train of thought and consciousness. His hands return to my hips, keeping me in place as he plunges inside me, and I come back down to earth, whispering, “Pull out.”

“What?” he rasps.

“Pull out. You’re not wearing a condom.”

He does as I ask with a groan, and I feel that first splatter of semen on my back. My butt. He comes and comes, and I lie there, shocked when I feel it trickle all over my back, dripping down the crack of my ass. I can’t believe he—we—lost all control and had sex without a condom. I mean, it felt amazing. But oh my God.

That was close.

“Fuck, your ass looks pretty with my come all over it,” he mutters, swiping his fingers through the mess he left.

I clench my thighs together at his rough, dirty words. Gasp in surprise when he grabs hold of my shoulder and flips me over so I’m facing him, thrusting his fingers in between my lips so I have no choice.

“Lick them clean, baby. Show me how much you like it,” he demands, and I do. Licking his fingers as if my life depended on it, earning his smile of approval. This man is filthy and I love it. No one has talked to me like this before. Treated me like this before. I didn’t know I liked this sort of thing, but apparently I do.

Gavin finally removes his fingers from my mouth, and we lie there facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes, our breaths still labored, my body aching from all the delicious abuse it’s endured since last night. A swirl of emotions rises within me, the most prominent one being panic, though I try to remain calm on the outside.

But seriously—he almost came inside me. I haven’t paid much attention to my period app like I do when I’m actively having sex, and I know I should be starting my period in about two weeks so ...

Yikes. I am probably fertile as fuck right now. Oh my God. This is not good. In fact, this is downright terrifying.

I drink in the most handsome man on earth, who is currently naked and smiling at me while we’re in his bed, and I mentally tell myself to stop freaking out. It’s time to shove my worry aside and put on a brave face.

“Good morning,” I singsong, keeping my voice soft.

“Mornin’.” He bends down and kisses me, still completely unaffected by the possibility of morning breath.

“That was ... nice.” Oh, and that was awkward, how I phrased what we just did. It wasn’t nice —it was absolutely earth shattering. The man can rock my world like no other.

“Nice?” He tilts his head and drifts his mouth along the length of my neck. “I’d use stronger words for what we just experienced, but if you wanna say nice, I can go with that too.”

“What words would you use to describe it?” My stomach jumps with nerves, and I have no idea why. Maybe because we just had unprotected sex? Yeah, that would do it.

“Mind blowing.” He brushes the hair away from my face. “Spectacular. Fucking phenomenal.”

I blink at him, surprised by the high praise, though I feel the same exact way. Still a little freaked out, though. “Those are pretty strong words.”

“Well, I have pretty strong opinions about last night and this morning so ...” He delivers another kiss, this time on the tip of my nose, before he lets go of me and rolls over on his side, facing me. “Want some breakfast?”

I slowly shake my head, turning to look at him. “I don’t like to eat much in the morning.”

“I do.” He reaches for me, cupping my pussy. “I’ll take some of this.”

My sensitive skin practically quivers when his fingers slide along my folds. “With bacon?” I am teasing. Bacon? I sound ridiculous.

But Gavin goes right along with it, a grin spreading across his face as he removes his hand from between my thighs.

“Nah, baby. With sausage.” He grabs hold of his cock, his fingers circling the base, and I burst out laughing all over again. “That was cheesy as fuck.”

“I’ll say.”

Once our laughter dies, he’s reaching for me again, pulling me into his arms, his gaze steady on mine. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I whisper, my fingers crawling up his firm chest. He is somehow so hard yet soft at the same time, and I wonder if he’ll let me explore my fill of him someday. I’d love to kiss him everywhere. Stroke him everywhere. Do whatever I want to him while he has to lie there and just take it. Hopefully he’d return the favor and do the same to me.

Mmm. Sounds like my every dream come true.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is solemn, as is his expression.

I frown. “What are you apologizing for?”

“That I fucked you without a condom.”

Oh. Right. He definitely did do that.

“I kinda lost control of myself,” he continues. “I wasn’t thinking. And I’m always thinking. Always careful. I don’t have sex with a woman without protection, meaning condoms. Ever.”

I stare at him, not surprised at his admission, but then again, I am surprised because what he’s implying is that I’m the only one who makes him lose all control.

Me.

“And I’m not saying all that just to reassure you, Sienna. I’m telling you the truth. You can trust me,” Gavin says when I still haven’t spoken. “I got tested over the summer, and I’m all clear. I’ve never fucked around without a rubber. I’m not about to put myself in a stupid position.”

Like getting someone pregnant. Ugh.

This conversation, while necessary, is making me uncomfortable. First, I’m not one to talk so freely about sex with the guy I’m having sex with. And second, I do not like talking about him having sex with other women. I’m being a complete hypocrite because I’ve had sex with other guys after our little interaction two years ago. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Wait for this man to get his head out of his ass while he’s off having sex with other people?

Not that the sex I had with only a handful of guys—okay, two—was as good as it is with Gavin. The man knows what he’s doing, which tells me he’s done it a lot. But I don’t need my face rubbed in it.

“Okay.” I nod. “I trust you.”

I trust that you’ll stop talking about all of this, I think to myself. The last thing I want to deal with is listening to him ramble on about his active sex life.

“I can’t even remember the last time I had sex with someone,” he admits.

Wait a minute. Did he really just say that?

“You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better,” I reassure him, patting him on the chest. “You had a life before me.”

And you’ll have one after me, I almost say, but I clamp my lips shut before I can.

“Well yeah, but I’m serious, Sienna. I haven’t fucked someone in ... an embarrassingly long time.” He ducks his head so I can’t see his eyes. “I’ve been too caught up.”

“Too caught up in what? Football?”

“Football. School. Practice. My life.” He lifts his head. “You.”

The air between us crackles with tension at his admission, and I just—come on.

“Stop it,” I whisper. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do. I—I’ve been fighting my feelings. For you.” His gaze is almost pleading when it locks with mine. “You had to know that.”

“No. No, I really didn’t.” I’m in complete shock. What is he trying to tell me?

“And I know the timing isn’t the best. Us having sex right now. At the beginning of the season,” he continues, averting his head.

Uh-oh. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

His gaze finds mine once again. “I need to concentrate, Sienna. Everything is on the line this season. My future. Other people’s futures, like your brother’s. I can’t slip. Can’t get distracted.” He touches my hair. “And you are by far the biggest distraction I’ve ever had.”

He says that like I should take it as a compliment, but I don’t. More like it’s an insult, and I am so sick of being put on the back burner in everyone’s life. Didn’t I just tell him that? Didn’t I make my big confession to him last night? Look at how easily he forgets. I can’t trust him for shit.

He’s like everyone else. I deserve to be someone’s priority. I refuse to settle for pitiful slices of his life. I deserve the entire fucking pie.

I pull away from him. Roll right out of his bed, jump to my feet, and bend down to snatch my discarded T-shirt off the floor and hurriedly pull it on. Oh, I’m pissed. Furious. “What exactly was this about, huh? Did you try to sweet-talk your way into my panties and see if you could fuck me out of your system, and oops, it didn’t work?”

He sits up to watch me, the comforter pooling in his lap. Ugh, I am cursing him a thousand times in my head, but he looks mouthwateringly delicious with the mussed-up hair and the stubble all over his face. The muscular, broad chest and washboard stomach, and I am almost positive I can see his erection poking against the thin comforter in his lap.

I’m tempted. Tempted to jump right on him and have sex with him yet again, but that would be a major mistake. The man is sitting here trying to give me a speech about why we shouldn’t be together because I’m too much of a distraction . He’s got more important things to take care of first.

I pride myself on being a patient person. I understand football and its importance to this man probably more than any other woman at this university. I’ve witnessed it firsthand growing up with my brother. But I’m not going to sit around and wait for him to get his head out of his ass. I’ve had it.

“You know I like you. We’ve always been drawn to each other, and this—I didn’t expect for this to happen.” His lips curve into a gentle smile, like that’s going to soften the blow of his shitty words.

“Uh-huh.” I give up on trying to find my panties, and I grab my jeans and tug them on. They feel extra tight for some reason, and I work to pull them over my hips, wincing when I jerk the zipper into place and button them. I do not like wearing jeans without undies, and oh, I regret not finding those little red ones. Though maybe it’s a good thing that I’m leaving them behind. A nice souvenir for Gavin to come across later. Maybe he’ll even use them to jerk off with because he wants to keep up the fantasy with me long after the reality of me is gone.

That’ll serve him right.

“Are you mad?” He sounds incredulous.

I throw my hands up in the air. “What do you think?”

Not bothering to wait for his answer, I flee his bedroom, racing to the front door, and I hear heavy footsteps behind me. Feel his long fingers curl around my arm as he stops me from escaping. I whip around to face him, coming to a halt when I find him standing there completely naked, and my gaze drops to his dick because, Lord have mercy, it is beautiful.

And I don’t think dicks are beautiful. They definitely have their uses and are pretty freaking amazing, but Gavin’s penis is museum quality.

Clearly, I have lost all common sense after having sex with this man.

“Don’t be angry with me. I’m just—I’m asking you to be patient with me.” The pleading expression on his face is almost my undoing.

But not quite.

Steeling my spine, I glare at him, forcing myself to keep my gaze on his face and not his dick. “What do you think I’ve been doing for the last two years ? Patiently waiting for you to notice me, Gavin. Patiently waiting for you to realize that we have potential. That we could be great together. And lo and behold, I was right. Last night was freaking amazing.”

His smile is faint. “You’re right. It was.”

“And then you had to go and ruin everything this morning by opening your mouth and saying dumb things.” I reach for the front door and undo the lock before opening it. “Have a great day, Gav .”

I slam the door in his face, cutting off his response.