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FORTY-SIX

MILLIE

The taste of whiskey and remorse mixes with hope as Gavin kisses me. His apology is unnecessary. We’ve both been in the wrong, and yet neither of us would be here, doing this, if not for the mistakes we made.

And that’s all I care about. Finally, we’re on the same page. Finally, our lips are locked together, our moans all there is left to say.

My hands dig into the fabric of his shirt, and I cling to him. I can’t get close enough. I want him to sink inside me and hold me all night. To fuck me slowly and never stop, even if there’s no way either of us will last. We’ve barely touched, barely had a taste, and I am already on the precipice of an orgasm.

Gavin shifts, and suddenly, I’m on my back on top of the smooth lacquered surface of the piano.

“Need these off.” He grits out the words as he tugs on my leggings.

With my hands planted on the cool surface of the piano beneath me, I lift up so he can yank my shoes off and then shimmy my pants down. Ignoring my panties, he goes for the hem of my sweater. I heave myself up so he can tear it over my head.

“Holy shit, Peaches,” he says when I’m topless. “What did you do?” His eyes go wide as he takes in my piercings. Then he smiles, and his full black lashes flutter when he brings his attention back to my face. “Can I touch them?”

I nod. “Please.”

His touch is gentle at first, tentative, his thumb grazing over one slowly. That brush sends a bolt of lightning to my core. Spasming, I cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs. “And I thought I loved your tits before.” When he touches them again, he’s far less gentle. He squeezes one breast roughly and tongues the other with a moan.A wave of lust crests when he clamps his teeth down on my nipple ring and tugs.

In an unsteady breath, I hiss. “Yes. Fuck, that feels good.”

“You feel good.” Gavin looks up at me, his eyes pools of inky-black desire. “I want to fuck you so bad, but I also want to tease the orgasms out of you.”

Panting, I tug on his shirt again. “Yes. Please, Gav.”

His smile is devious, corrupt, as he half turns and reaches for his whiskey glass. All that’s left is a few pieces of ice and half a finger of liquid. “Open, but don’t swallow,” he instructs, holding up the glass.

Breaths coming fast, I open my mouth, allowing him to press the glass against my lips and tip it back. As the zesty vanilla flavor dances on my tongue, his teeth replace the glass, and he bites down on my lip, forcing my mouth open. With a groan, he brings his lips to mine and drinks the whiskey straight from my mouth, his tongue teasing me endlessly.

He pulls back and hits me with a look so wicked a shudder racks me.

“That was just a little test. Let’s try again.” Without waiting for me to reply, he presses his thumb down on my bottom lip. This time he pushes an ice cube into my mouth. “Hold it with your teeth,” he instructs, his tone dark.

Holy fuck. Bossy Gavin is hot.

I obey, shivering at the sensation, and he steps back and slides his shirt off, exposing the muscles that were teasing me only hours ago. Then he slowly slides his shorts over his hips, revealing his hard cock. Once he’s kicked his shorts to the side, he stands straight again and gives himself a firm tug. “Look at you, Peaches. Spread out on my piano, your legs spread wide and begging for my cock, your nipples so hard they could cut glass.”

The moan that rips from deep inside me is so violent I almost swallow the ice.

“Careful,” he warns, his tone sinful as he grips my panties. In one quick motion, he slips them down my legs. Then he bunches the fabric and presses it to his face, inhaling.

I squirm at the sight and bite down harder on the ice.

“You’re so fucking turned on, aren’t you? This better all be for me.”

I nod, sending a rivulet of cold water dripping down my chin. When it hits my chest, I suck in an unsteady breath.

Gavin leans in close and puts a hand behind my neck, angling so that he can take the cube from my teeth with his own mouth. He runs a line down my neck with the ice, over my already sensitive nipple, then down farther.

“Oh fuck. I don’t think?—”

With a hand on my waist, he pushes me back and silently shakes his head, telling me not to think.

Just feel , his expression says.

Letting my eyes fall shut, I wait, focusing on my breathing, knowing what’s coming next. When he glides the ice over my swollen clit, I hiss. “Shit.” I may have known what he was going to do, but I couldn’t prepare for the forceful sting shooting between my legs. When he slides the ice cube inside me,I moan and shake, desperate and needy. He pushes it in farther, and just as the coldness becomes too much and I’m about to beg for him to remove it, he suctions his hot mouth to my clit, and I almost explode on the spot.

When he takes the warmth away, I throw my arms out, grasping, but my fingers slide as I push myself up. “What the?—”

“You need more?” He arches a brow in challenge.

“You know I do.”

He forces one finger inside me, his eyes still ensnaring mine, and I suck in a breath.

I fall back, head thrashing. “Ah.”

“That’s my perfect girl. My Peaches. Soak my hand, baby.”

He spears me with another finger. The zap of electricity that shoots through me causes my back to arch, and I slide against the piano’s surface.

“I’ll never be able to look in this corner without picturing you naked and begging for me. Your tits are magnificent.” He leans down and pulls one into his mouth, his tongue rolling over the piercing and pulling until I cry out.

“Shh, Millie. Don’t wake the baby.” His tone is pure tease. He knows it’s almost impossible for me to be quiet when he has me this worked up.

He doesn’t relent, winding me up and pushing me to the edge, then pulling back. I want to grab his head, hold him in place, and fuck his face, but the surface beneath me is slippery from not only the ice but also my desire, so I can’t anchor myself enough to take control.

“Please, Gavin,” I beg as my legs tremble beneath his hands.

Power rips through his eyes. “Please what?”

“Make me come. Please fuck me. Anything, please.”

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me this is it. It’s you and me forever.”

Delirious with lust but anchored by love, I give him the truth. “Forever, Gavin. Tell me you’re mine forever, because I am yours.”

“Mine,” he growls against me. Then his tongue is on my clit, swirling and massaging. My climax grows closer, and when he adds a third finger and sucks me into his mouth, I explode, tremors racking my body as the orgasm rolls through me.

Even as he removes his fingers, he continues to rub soft circles against my clit, prolonging my orgasm as he lines himself up. And then, in one swift move, he presses inside me, spearing me to this moment.

“Fucking finally,” he groans as I contract around him. It’s nearly impossible to breathe. He’s stolen all the air from the room.

Angling over me, he holds us both in place for a moment. “You are the perfect woman. This is the perfect pussy. If you ever keep it from me again, I will die.”

I smile at his dramatics, even as a wave of desire washes over me, and push his hair out of his face. “Deal. Now fuck me properly, Coach.”

The grin he gives me is the easy one he used to wear all the time. Like the man has finally come back into himself.

I can’t help but feel a swell of pride at the knowledge that I helped him get here. I helped bring him back.

He presses his lips to mine, and for a moment, we kiss, breathing in the same air, sharing the same space. It doesn’t take long before I’m rubbing against him, needing the friction. Needing more.

Gavin bites my bottom lip and chuckles. “My girl need it rough?”

I nod and tug at his hair. “Yes, please.”

He grabs me by the hips, pulls me to the edge of the piano, and positions one of my ankles over his shoulder. Holding me by one ankle and one hip, he slides out and then slams back into me.

Sparks of pleasure collide, pulling a moan from me. He does it again, then again. Soon, his pace is relentless as he fucks me hard, thrusting in and out in powerful strokes meant to bring me right to the edge again.

“You feel so fucking good, Peaches. Squeeze me, baby. Soak my cock and show me you’re all mine.”

Those words fling me over the cliff. I cry out and spasm around him, pulling a guttural groan from deep in his chest. I milk him until he comes, filling me and proving, once again, that I’m all his. And I always will be.