Page 16 of This Memory (Moose Village #3)

Running past Gavin, I headed into the bathroom, lifted the toilet seat, and puked.

Instantly, I felt Gavin behind me. He scooped up my hair and held it back while I threw up over and over again. I slid to the floor when I finally had nothing left to hurl. Gavin sat and pulled me onto his lap, gently holding me while my body trembled.

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone throw up like that.”

I leaned my head against his chest and let out a slow breath. “Oh my gosh, I think the morning sickness finally hit.”

He chuckled. “But it’s not morning.”

“That’s the cruel part of this whole thing; it can happen at any time of day.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah,” I said with a soft laugh. “It sure does.”

“Do you have glasses or anything up here to rinse your mouth?”

I didn’t want to move. Being in Gavin’s arms like this was pure heaven. I had never in my life felt so safe. But I knew sitting on Gavin’s lap on the floor of the vacant apartment above the store was not something I could do for the rest of my life. “Yeah, the kitchen is fully stocked.”

Gavin helped me up, and we headed into the kitchen. While I got a glass of water, he took some paper towels and ran them under hot water, giving them to me with that sexy-ass smile of his. I rinsed my mouth several times before taking a long drink .

“Thank you,” I said quietly, setting the glass down and wiping my mouth. Tossing the towels into the trash, I leaned against the counter and let out a slow breath.

“I’m sorry, Bry.”

Forcing myself to smile, I shrugged. “It’s part of the deal.”

He walked over, lifted me onto the counter, and cupped my face in his hands.

He moved closer, standing between my legs, our mouths just inches apart.

I wrapped one arm around his waist and my other hand around his wrist. We were both breathing shallowly, and I’d never wanted anyone to kiss me as much as I wanted Gavin to at that moment.

“I threw up, so…”

His eyes dropped to my mouth. “I don’t care. Are you okay now?”

Biting my lower lip, I nodded. “I feel a lot better. I’ve felt off all day.”

His gaze searched my face, and he smiled. “You got your hair cut.”

I drew back, my brows inching up. “Just a little. How did you know?”

“I notice everything about you. I like it down like this. You normally wear it up.”

Smiling, I slowly shook my head. Most days, I wore my hair back in a ponytail, a messy bun, or French twist. I hardly ever wore it down.

“It’s been a bit curlier since I got pregnant.”

Gavin pushed my hair behind my ears. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Bry.”

“Me too. ”

“I’m sorry I acted like a dick that night. I shouldn’t have left like that. It was an asshole thing to do.”

Nodding, I replied, “It was. But if I’m being honest, I think I barely noticed because I was in an orgasm-induced haze until the next morning.”

Now his brows lifted. “Oh yeah?”

I nodded. “Yeah. You weren’t the only one who was knocked off-kilter. I’d never had that done before. Oral sex, I mean. Let me just tell you, it was way better than my vibrator.”

Gavin laughed. “I’m glad to hear that.”

I chewed nervously on my lower lip. “You know, that urge is back…the one that can’t be satisfied with any battery-operated device.”

A wicked smile played across his face. “Is that so?”

“It’s pretty intense.”

Gavin slowly shook his head. “Why, Brystol Duggan, are you asking me to give you an orgasm?”

“Yes, I am, Gavin.”

Instead of getting straight to business, he searched my face before saying, “You’re so beautiful, Bry.”

I swallowed hard. “It’s the pregnancy. It makes your face…rosy or some shit like that.”

He chuckled. “Never were one to mince your words, but it’s not the pregnancy. You have a glow to you, yes, but you’ve always been beautiful.”

“If this is your way of trying to get tit for tat, I’ve never given a guy oral, but I’d try for you. Or I can use my hand.”

Moving his mouth closer, he kissed my neck, and I let out a soft moan. The kisses moved up my neck until he whispered into my ear, “I don’t want your hand or mouth, Bry. I want you . But I’m a patient man. I can wait until you’re ready.”

He sucked my earlobe, and I swore the room tilted. I had to reach for the counter to steady myself.

“Gavin.” It was the only word I seemed to know how to say at that moment.

“Lift up, Bry.”

The feel of him pulling my leggings down caused an instant rush of wetness between my legs. My sweater dress had moved up and over my hips, and I wore only cotton panties. If I had known this would happen, I would have at least gone for something with lace.

Gavin ran his hands up my legs and moaned. “Fuck, if you don’t look hot sitting there like that.”

Frowning, I glanced down. “In white cotton panties? When was the last time you had sex, Gavin? I hardly think cotton panties do it for any man.”

His eyes lifted and met mine. I drew in a sharp breath at the heat in his gaze. “On you, they’re a turn-on. I’d like to bend you over the counter and take you while you’re wearing nothing but these.”

I felt my entire body heat. Oh, how I would love for him to do that. But instead of admitting it, I simply raised a brow. “For our first time? That’s what you’d do? It really has been months for you, hasn’t it?”

I knew I was trying to make light of the situation, but I couldn’t let him see how his words were turning me on more and more. How I was seconds from asking him to fuck me any way he wanted.

Moving his hand up my thigh, he cupped my sex through the panties, and I grabbed his shoulders. “It’s been a few months now. ”

“Really? What about—”

“Don’t,” he said quickly as he looked at me. “Don’t mention anyone else while it’s just the two of us here. Please.”

I dug my teeth into my lower lip and nodded.

He slipped his hand inside my panties, and I spread my legs.

The feel of his touch was enough to have me right on the edge of coming within seconds, and when he slipped his fingers inside of me, I dropped my head back.

It felt like I was on fire. I’d never felt such an intense sense of desire in my life.

“How does that feel?” he asked, his thumb pressing on my clit and nearly sending me off the counter.

“Good. It feels…so damn good. Don’t you dare stop!”

His mouth was back on my neck, and he was doing delicious things with both his hand and his mouth.

“Gavin,” I gasped, as I gripped his shoulders. “Oh God, I’m going to come!”

“That’s it, baby, squeeze your pussy around my fingers.”

Gavin making me come was one thing. But Gavin talking dirty while making me come was what dreams were made of.

I buried my face against him as my orgasm ripped through my body. He slowly removed his fingers, and when I pulled back, he put them into his mouth and sucked. I was pretty sure I had a follow-up mini orgasm just watching him do that.

“Oh. God.”

Gavin pulled his fingers out and smiled. I glanced down at his pants…and he started to laugh.

“I had a bit more control this time around.”

Placing my hand on his hard length, I asked, “Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of this? ”

“Unless it means us making love, then no, I’ll be fine.”

My heart slammed against my chest as his words from earlier came back to me. “ You can’t say you’ve made love to someone if you don’t love them.”

I searched his face. He was serious. Visions of Gavin making love to me rushed through my mind. I knew he hadn’t meant to make that revelation, about making love to me. Was he in love with me? My mind spun and I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Gavin…”

He pressed his finger to my lips. “I’m here for your needs, Bry. Don’t worry about me.”

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat. “Are you just planning to go to someone else and…”

My voice trailed off when he quickly shook his head. “No. My hand will take care of it later.”

My eyes fell to his pants again. “But what if I want to take care of it? You’re using your hand and mouth on me. Why can’t I do the same?”

I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pushed his pants down, all while looking into his eyes. “A boxer-brief guy? I wouldn’t have pegged it.”

He raised his brows. “What would you have pegged me for?”

Without taking my eyes off him, I pushed his briefs down as well. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I wanted to look down, but I couldn’t pull my eyes off his brown gaze. “Commando.”

He threw his head back and laughed, and I took that moment to look at him.

I sucked in a breath at the sight before me.

Everything about this man was unfair. From his perfect body, beautiful brown hair and eyes, perfect eyebrows, and bow-shaped mouth, to this—a beautiful, thick and long erection that jumped as if trying to get to me.

Just thinking about how he would fill me to the max had me licking my lips.

I leaned down and used my tongue to sweep the precum from the head of his dick, and Gavin sucked in a breath.

“As much as I want to take you into my mouth, I’m afraid I might get sick again.”

A look of horror crossed over his handsome face. “Let’s not do that. I feel like that would scar me for life.”

My hand moved over his erection, and a low hiss slid from Gavin’s mouth.

“I need something to make it wet.”

Now a painful expression crossed his face. “We don’t have to do this, Bry.”

I spit on my hand and moved it slowly up and down his shaft.

“Fuck,” he gasped, dropping his head as he put his hands on either side of me on the counter.

“Does it feel good?” I asked in a low voice.

“So fucking good.”

Smiling, I leaned over and spit again, helping my hand to move faster. Gavin rocked his hips in time with my tight pumps, then he moaned as I reached down with my other hand and cupped his balls.

“Christ, Brystol.”

Feeling naughty, I decided to try out the whole dirty-talk thing.

“I can’t wait to feel this big, hard cock deep inside of me.”

And just like that, he was calling out my name and coming .

I watched as his cum ran down my hand. Raising my finger, I was about to put it in my mouth—when I suddenly felt my stomach roil.

“I can’t do it,” I said with a shake of my head. “God, I want to be a sexy, wanton woman but I’m…I’m going to throw up again!”

Before I knew it, I was puking once more in the toilet, sans panties, while Gavin held my hair back—again—his pants and boxers around his ankles.

When I was finished, Gavin helped me up, and I turned to face him. I pressed my lips together, but Gavin’s look of concern disappeared when he saw I was trying not to laugh.

“Well, I think our relationship is clearly out of the frenemy zone and we’ve moved straight to fuck buddies.”

I tilted my head. “Can we call each other that? We haven’t technically fucked.”

He thought about that for a moment, then nodded. “I fucked you with my mouth and hand, and you fucked me with your hand. I think we’re good with that term.”

I felt my lower stomach pull with desire once again. Lord, I was going to get addicted to this man.

“What if I want more than that?”

“Do you?”

Chewing on my lower lip, I shrugged. “I think so.”

He winked. “Then let’s explore things more.”

Gavin reached down and pulled up his boxers and pants. “I don’t know how I didn’t bust my ass chasing after you with my pants around my ankles.”

I giggled as Gavin helped me get my panties and leggings back on. “What should we tell them downstairs? We’ve been up here for a while. ”

He shrugged. “The truth. That we talked, and we’re going to give this relationship a go.”

“Are we really going to do this?”

“I want this to be more than a sexual arrangement, Bry. I want to be here for you during the pregnancy. I know you’ve got Evelyn and Denny, but you deserve someone just for you .”

Smiling, I placed a hand on his massive chest. I desperately wanted to see what it looked like without the shirt on. “I’ve got girlfriends who are there for me.”

He stared at me for a moment, then nodded…and I could see the look of disappointment in his eyes. This was important to him.

“But, sometimes, I could use someone else to talk to. Someone to hold me, and for me to hold them. And to make me see stars when I orgasm.”

Gavin grinned. “I volunteer as tribute.”

A soft laugh slipped free before I sobered. “I know I don’t have a right to ask this. Will you be dating anyone?”

A look of surprise crossed over his face. “No! Will you?”

“God, no. I want this to be exclusive.”

“Good, I want that as well.”

I blinked a few times and slowly shook my head. “We should take things slow. I mean, we went from enemies to frenemies to…lovers in a hot second.”

“But how fun has it been?” He waggled his brows, and I slapped his chest, ignoring how solid it was under my hand.

“We better get back down there. I’m sure trick-or-treating is nearly over.”

Gavin motioned for me to go first. After locking the apartment door, we made our way down the steps, through the back of the toy store and to the front, where Evelyn was still passing out candy.

“Sorry that took so long,” I said, hoping I sounded normal. “I got a bit sick.”

Evelyn straightened so fast, she nearly knocked over the little girl who was reaching into the bowl for candy. “You got sick? Like you threw up?”

“Oh man, gross! The toy store lady is sick!” a random little boy cried out.

His mother came rushing over. “You’re sick and handing out candy to kids? Brystol, are you crazy?”

I held up my hands. “I’m not sick -sick. It’s not what you think.”

“Is it the morning sickness kicking in?” Evelyn asked.

Suddenly all eyes were on me as I attempted to smile. Clearly, Evelyn hadn’t noticed. She’d just announced to all the people in the toy store that I was pregnant.

“I’m fine, Eve; just let it go, okay?”

Suddenly, she realized what she did and turned back to the kids. “We’re almost out of candy! Grab one piece and leave some for those behind you.”

As the mothers bounced their eyes between me and Gavin, I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.

Gavin leaned in and whispered, “Please tell me they’re not all thinking what I think they’re thinking.”

“Oh, they’re thinking it. Congratulations, Officer Quinn—you’re about to be a fictional dad.”

Gavin whispered, “Fuuuck.”