Page 13 of This Memory (Moose Village #3)

Gavin

The moment I saw the lights on inside Memory Lane Toys, I knew something was wrong. I didn’t imagine I would walk in to find Brystol kissing Lucas Miller, the FBI agent assigned to watch over Kian Carter’s girlfriend.

Now, Brystol was standing in front of me, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear there was steam coming from her ears.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing, Gavin?”

Fuck, if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world. And the pregnancy was already making small changes to her body. I wondered if she’d even noticed. Her cheeks glowed in a way. Her eyes sparkled more than ever, and I swore there was an aura around her.

“Well? What in the hell was that all about?”

“It was me seeing that your lights were on in the middle of the damn night and checking to make sure everything was okay. And imagine my surprise to see you sucking face with the FBI agent in town.”

Her mouth dropped open. “I was not sucking face with him…oh my God! Are you ten, Gavin? ”

“Are you out of your mind, Brystol? You’re fucking pregnant .”

Folding her arms over her chest, she glared at me. “So what?”

“So what? That’s your reply?”

She turned and walked toward the counter. “I’m a grown woman, Gavin, and I certainly don’t need you to tell me what I can and cannot do.”

“Does he know you’re pregnant?”

When Brystol suddenly stopped and spun around, I nearly ran into her. “Yes, as a matter of fact, he does know I’m pregnant. I told him everything. And you know what? He still wanted to kiss me.”

I swallowed down the sudden lump in my throat.

Would Brystol keep dating guys, even now?

What if this Lucas asshole wormed his way in, and they ended up in a serious relationship?

The sudden panic came out of nowhere, and I had to concentrate on keeping my breathing steady.

“How do you think Evelyn and Denny would feel about this?”

She let out a humorless laugh. “About a guy kissing me?”

“About you dating someone?”

Her eyes searched my face, and she stepped back, shaking her head. “Why would they care, Gavin? I’m still a woman. I still have needs.”

“Thought you had your vibrators for that.”

The way her eyes turned dark made me instantly hard.

“Sometimes the real thing is the only way to satisfy a need .”

Before I knew what I was doing, I caged her against the counter, placing my hands on either side of her. Her breathing instantly grew shallow. “Is that what you’re looking for, Bry? A little satisfaction? Someone to take care of the throbbing between your legs?”

Her tongue swept over her lips, and I nearly moaned at the sight. I slowly smiled and ran my knuckles down the side of her face, her neck, the side of her breast…until my hand rested on her hip.

“All I have to do is slip these pants down, and I can take care of that need for you.”

When she didn’t say anything, I moved my other hand to her face, gently swept my thumb over her lips, then trailed it lightly down to her breast. I cupped it, and she closed her eyes and whimpered.

Leaning in, I pressed a kiss under her ear and whispered, “Would you want me to use my hand or my mouth to make you come?”

Her hands came up and grabbed onto my shirt, nearly hitting my radio. Thank fuck I wasn’t wearing a camera or my ass would be fired.

“Which one, Bry?”

She slowly shook her head and closed her eyes.

What I was about to do was risky. The lights were on in the toy store. If anyone drove by, they might be able to see what was happening…but I was so fucking hard, and I’d dreamed of putting my mouth on Brystol’s pussy for as long as I could remember. I didn’t give a shit who saw us.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, reached up and pulled down her leggings and panties.

Then I stood, lifted her and set her on the counter.

She had a dazed look in her eyes, but she still wasn’t saying a word.

If she at any moment told me to stop, I would.

I’d turn around and leave, no matter how much it killed me .

But her blue eyes seemed to be begging me to keep going.

Grabbing her thigh, I pulled Brystol’s leg wide, opening her for me. The sight of her nearly had me coming in my pants. With my other hand, I swept my thumb up through the soft folds and pressed on her clit, causing us both to moan.

“You’re so fucking wet, Bry.”

She whispered one word. “Gavin.”

That was all I needed. I got back down on my knees, wrapped my hands around her ass, and pulled her to the edge of the counter, giving her pussy a long look before I buried my face between her legs.

Her hands dug into my hair as she sucked in a breath.

I wanted to go slow and savor the taste of her, but I knew there wasn’t time for slow.

At any moment, she could snap out of her lust-induced haze and push me away.

So I sucked and licked her hungrily, like she was my favorite dessert.

The moans and whimpers coming from her throat nearly drove me mad.

“Oh God,” she gasped, digging her nails into my scalp and pulling me closer. “That feels…holy fuck!”

I wanted to smile, but more than anything, I wanted to hear her scream out my name. I’d dreamed of it for so many years, and I was so close to that goal it nearly hurt.

Pushing two fingers inside of her, I moved my mouth to her clit.

Her hips jerked, and she gripped my head tighter.

She was grinding her pussy against my mouth and fingers the best she could, and I could feel my balls pulling up.

Holy fuck, I was going to come in my pants like a fucking green teenage boy .

“Yes! Oh God! Yes! Don’t stop, Gavin. Fuck—don’t stop!”

I felt her body tremble as her pussy squeezed around my fingers.

“Gavin! Oh my God! I’m coming! Yes! Yes! God, Gavin, yes !”

Moving my fingers faster, I sucked on her clit until she pushed me away.

“No more. I can’t…I can’t take it anymore! It’s too much.”

Leaning back onto my heels, I looked at her pussy with longing before lifting my gaze to meet hers. I’d never seen her look so fucking beautiful. Her cheeks were red, her eyes glazed over from her orgasm.

“Good?” I asked.

She nodded and gave me a shy smile. “So good.”

I stood—and realized I had come in my fucking pants. I took a few steps back and smiled. It was actually a cocky grin, but at that moment, I needed to get the hell out of there before she noticed how making her come had thrown me over the edge as well.

“Bet your FBI agent can’t make you come like that, Bry.”

Turning, I quickly stepped to the door, walked out, then softly closed it behind me.

It was a dick move, but I couldn’t let Brystol see how she’d just rocked my entire world, doing something to me that no woman had ever done before.

I slipped into my patrol car, started it, and drove around to the alley.

It was only fifteen minutes before I saw Brystol leaving through the back door of the toy store.

She locked the door, and when she turned, she stopped abruptly.

She wouldn’t be able to see me sitting in the car, but of course, she knew it was me .

She turned and practically ran to her car. Starting it, she backed up, drove out of the alley, and turned onto Walnut Street.

My head dropped back against the headrest, and I slowly sighed. “Fuck, what in the hell did you do, Gavin?”

It had been over three weeks since I’d seen Brystol.

Every night since I’d made her come on the counter of the toy store, I had dreams about her.

Taking her bent over the counter. Taking her in her car.

Taking her in my bed, her bed, at the lake on a blanket.

I’d woken up each time with my hand on my dick and coming so fucking hard, I swore I saw stars with every damn orgasm.

I had also avoided Evelyn and Denny, not because I was ashamed of what I’d done, but for self-preservation. I never knew when Brystol might be with them, and I wasn’t ready to see her. Not after the way I’d treated her.

“What’s going on with you, Gavin?” Declan asked as we walked up Main Street.

It wasn’t normal for us both to be off simultaneously, especially not on a busy night like Halloween.

We didn’t typically work nights, but on a holiday like this, often one of the day-shift guys would be switched to second shift.

This year it fell on Declan, who’d bribed James to take the shift.

He didn’t ask me, since I’d covered nights for Rodney three weeks ago…

the night I’d seen Brystol in her store.

“Nothing’s wrong, why?”

He shrugged. “You’ve just seemed distant lately. Like you’ve got something on your mind. ”

I stopped walking, and when Declan did as well, I turned to him. “I did something.”

His brows raised. “Illegal?”

Frowning, I reared back. “Seriously? That’s where your mind went?”

Declan shrugged. “Well, with the way you’ve been acting, yeah.”

I glanced around and pulled him down the alley between Slice, Slice, Baby pizzeria and the Moose Village Hotel.

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. “I was a real dick to Brystol.”

He laughed. “Compared to all the other times you’ve been a dick to her?”

I shook my head. “I did something I regret. Well, I don’t regret it; I just regret what I did after.”

The look on his face said he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear my confession. “Do I even want to know?”

“Probably not, but I’m telling you anyway.”

He groaned.

“Remember a few weeks back when I took the night shift?”

“Yeeeah,” he replied, dragging out the word.

“I saw the lights on in Memory Lane Toys, so I pulled over to check it out.”

“Oh God,” Declan said, as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “Nothing good is going to come out of this story.”

I hit his arm. “Just listen, will you?”

He motioned with his hand for me to go on.

“I saw Brystol inside with Lucas Miller.”

“The FBI agent watching over Cadie?”

“Yes. ”

Confused, he asked, “Why wasn’t he with Cadie?”